Secretary:)

I can't believe that I actually made secretary for the Red Cross Club at my school. I was pretty surprised because I never thought that I would be chosen. As soon as I entered the room I had to pay the $1o.oo fee for the "banquet". It wasn't even a banquet unless you consider a 14X14 room with one floating pineapple, a powerpoint that showed a movie, 3 bags of chips, and a homemade velvet cake a banquet. To enhance the luau theme there was a floating pineapple out of the middle of nowhere. When I paid the president the $10.00 she asked me my name. I thought to myself, "Oh yeah. I totally made secretary because the president doesn't even know who I am.". After the movie they started announcing the new officers and I guess I was one of them. It's funny because after the banquet/ceremony was over the president said, "You ran for secretary right?...". One word: FAIL 

I'll just post up my acceptance speech (there never was one): "Thank you so much officers for giving me this opportunity to serve the Red Cross Club as the 2010-2011 secretary. I promise to try my best and make next year one of the most memorable moments. My goal is to really make the club bond together as a team so we can advocate emergency preparedness and the goal of helping our community. I hope that our club members and return next year once again because together we can achieve more!" 

It's a little corny:) 

Current mood: flabbergasted

Trying to be Nice

I went to this wedding today at the City of Industry at the Pacific Palms Hotel. Overall it was really fun. I attempted to take pictures but the lighting in the banquet room was very poor and dim. I don't know who did the seating charts but I was put in a table with children ages 10 and under. I was the oldest and felt like a amateur babysitter. It wasn't that bad because I rather hang out with younger kids than older kids who talk about college, work, and all of that boring stuff I am not really interested in. A girl the same age as me was put at the "older kids" table. At first I thought "What the heck?!?!?", but later I realized I preferred the "younger kids" table. It was hilarious. This 10-year old boy kept on asking the waiter to light the candles that were on the table. He kept on blowing them out just to see the smoke disappear in the air. There was a total of seven people at our table and we ordered about 17 (not exaggerating) Sprites/Cokes, by accident. This 11-year old boy drank 3 Coke cups and called me "unhealthy". Our table was the loudest and most raucous. I knew that the seniors next to us were regretting to ever stay for the banquet because we were CRAZY. I wouldn't be surprised if the waiters spat in our drinks or twirled their fingers in it. There was a girl sitting two chairs from me and she was the only one that was actually quiet. I asked her a lot of questions to get her talking but she was still her timid self. "How old are you? Do you play the piano? Do you have any siblings?", I asked (I almost sounded like a stalker). I was just trying to be nice but I have never seen someone so shy. So throughout the whole wedding these kids were playing their D.S lites, getting drunk on soft drinks, yelling at the waiters, and walking around the banquet room, while I was trying the get the shyest girl in the world to talk. I was just trying to be nice. 

Hitting Those Pinatas

So I told my brother (only 8 years old) about all the things that were coming up. Now since its "half" over I can actually blog and tell you about all those "pinatas". I told my brother that I had: AP testing, SAT II, Advanced Orchestra 3 testing, Algebra 2 Honors testing, Science Bowl testing (I'm such a geek), Red Cross Banquet (I tried out for officer:D but don't know the results yet), and...have to bring up my grade by at least 1% for English Honors to get a solid A. I spent about 10 min. complaining and explaining to him. I became all fired up because I was so stressed. He responded by calmly saying, "Man, you have a lot of pinatas to hit..." What is that even suppose to mean? You tell me.

Be an Example for Christ

"It's amazing how people cuss on their blogs and manage to say that God had changed their lives. Hello?!? You think we will believe you?"

You can see probably tell from my the bible verse at the top of this blog I am a Christian. I try my best to follow what God tells me to. I know that I trip over a rock sometimes and forget to be an example of Christ. What made me write this blogpost? As usual I was cruising the internet during my "relax time" and came upon a blog on tumblr. Personally, I'm not a fan of tumblr because it seems more of a socializing network than a sophisicated blog for people to read. Anyways, the tumblr that I went on is by a person that I actually knew personally. His blog had cuss words and very provocative photos. I was really surprised because I never knew this boy was like this especially when I knew he was also a Christian, and his parents were also very devout. Let me define Christian for you. An individual who seeks to live his or her life according to the principles and values taught by Jesus Christ. I guess this post is like a little reminder for all those Christians out there. Never stop believing and always keep your faith. :)

"You are my witnesses," says the Lord," (Isaiah 43:10)

Climbing the Stairs

I remember the summer before 8th grade we went to visit the UCLA campus with my mom's friends from Taiwan. I was pretty excited since I really wanted to go there especially since it is so close to home. The campus environment is so beautiful and peaceful. My brother took a picture with the Bruin bear a bunch of times, and we took pictures of the famous halls such as the Royce Hall. What really caught my eye were the stairs that you had to take in order to go to the upper portion of UCLA. There were over 150 steps, and when I climbed up I was panting and sweating at the same time. I did not know why those steps were there and thought to myself "why don't they just put an escalator or elevator?". My dad told me "These steps are here to resemble that long, rigorous process you have to go through until you reach your goal which in this case is UCLA (or any other goal). Each step represents a different obstacle in your life. And guess what? You are only the 60th or 70th step because you still have high school." While I thinking about what he said my mom's friend's son, Spencer, who just came from Taiwan was rolling down the hill next to those stairs. It is really easy to fall while chasing your dreams. Just lay down and start rolling not caring about anything. Keep on climbing even if you are almost dying because if you start rolling back down (which is really easy) all your hard work will be for nothing, and you will never see the reward at the top.

Youth, the most cherished time

We often hear that middle school does not count. It's a time to make friends and learn Pre-Algebra. But for some reason it is the time when teenagers die to be popular and when hormones start to kick in. I know because I used to be one of them. And that idea really made my life shift. Now I know that high school is different. It is when you really make those life-long friends that help you endure through that four years. It is the four years that you use to prove to universities and colleges that you will be attending their school in freshmen year. It is no longer a game or a ride down the boulevard. It is a battle for straight A's and well...a healthy social life. A healthy social life does not mean to check your updates for Facebook, where you have over 500 friends (some of them you hardly know) , every minute or to constantly answer questions that don't even make sense on Formspring. It means to build close bonds with friends that you will keep in contact with until college. Friends that you can trust or even study with. I have a teacher who once told me work hard for four years, and have a great life later. I remember answering questions on yahoo answers and one of the questions was by a 13-year old girl. She said "All my friends have boyfriends. Am I weird not to have one because I don't want to grow up?". I answered "Youth is a gift. If you grow up, you will miss the times when you are single. Cherish your times now and save boy love when it is necessary. Start working on your personal dreams because love will still be there when you are older." I'm not sure if this post really makes you smile. But just a little inspiration:)

It's called Beauty

These photos show the compassion of animals and the idea that even animals can create beauty.