greatest hits, vol. 3

welcome to greatest hits, vol. 3. continuing my memory book i write about my adolescent years. of which, i never want to grow up from.
question. has my writing style changed much since sr. year of high school? it makes me sad that i've never been able to work on or improve my writing since then. i mean, physics IIIIIIIII doesn't really help my creativity or vocabulary. this autobiography will never be written. :(.
anyways, on to the memory book.

My Best Friend Now

My best friends now are a couple of cute little boys named Josh Shin and Steve Yi. They are two very nice people. I play with them a lot. We started hanging out this school year. We do a lot of fun things together. We call ourselves the JSJ triumvirate. JSJ stands for John, Steve, and Josh.

The three of use look nothing alike; Steve is tall and big; Josh is tall and skinny; and I am short and squatty. However, we are able to look beyond our bodacious bodies and see the true beauty within. We do have one physical similarity. The three of us are beautiful beyond compare.

One of the activities we used to engage together in was working at Kumon. It was lots of fun telling children to be quiet and do their work. We tag team ravage the delinquents such as John and Kristen White at Kumon until they finish their work. We have also worked our magic on Faris Zaki, Patrick Paige, Suhala Dhanini, Afshan Lakhani, Andrew Chang, Taabish, Zehneel, Zain Gillani, Khayri Burns, Neelam Sayani, Noelle, Logan, the Mitnaul siblings, Cameron, Namndi Ofodile, etc.

After work we would most likely be found at Wendy’s shoving down Jr. Bacon Cheeseburgers and other delicacies on the value menu. However, due to our subsequent quittings and price hikes at Wendy’s it is far less common to find us there. Our other hangouts include Burger King (only if they have dollar whoppers), Steve’s house (he has three extremely stunning little sisters), and Eppy’s (we are in awe of the Punjab Mafia waiter there).

I just want to say that I miss JSJ. a lot.

High School: The Early Years

My freshman year at Parkview High School was one filled with amazement. I was a violin-toting, 2937428432492843 pound book bag wearing innocent little Chinese boy. Weighing in at a meager 5’ 1”, 95 lbs, scrawny nerd, I was constantly jostled through the halls by people much bigger than I.

It did not help that I was taking French II and Algebra II my freshmen year, two courses meant for sophomores and/or juniors with the occasional senior. I also took orchestra. O, how I loved that class. The minute I walked into that class, the smiling face of our teacher beamed upon us. We had a wonderful relationship together, one of mutual respect and reverence. I was second chair in the first violin section and our days were full of jollity and gaiety. Could life get any better?

But I must confess orchestra was not this joyous occasion full of merriment and glee. It was anything but. The teacher and I were not, how do you say, cordial in the least. She had, somehow, grown to detest my presence in the class. As to why, I do not know. I wondered in amazement how any person could abhor any person with a cherubic face such as me.

Sadly, our tenure only lasted a year. I quit strings the next year; however I did feel rather poorly for this young lady. As she asked each of us starting from first chair if we wished to continue on next year, she was amazed to discover that I had wanted to quit. I felt even worse when the next 32957235927 people behind me wished to quit as well. I hope she does not believe it was I who started this little uprising against her. Alas, I have never seen her again. So, all is well.

i miss high school as well.

Let’s Take a Vacation

One of my most fun vacations occurred during the summer of my 7^th-8^th grade year. I went to France with a few of my classmates. It was very fun. It was an unforgettable field trip. It was my favorite school related trip. It was my most liked educational experience.

Overall the entire trip was pleasing; however, there were some unpleasant moments. One was the plane ride there. I sat next to this one rather ugly girl. I do not wish to mention Sarah Levine by name, but I did not have a good time. The other person next to me was an unknown girl who decided to bring her skateboard on her trip from American to France. Yay.

Also, there were some other deterrents that prevented me from having a 100% perfect experience abroad. On one very pleasant day in Paris, as we were exiting our hotel, a pigeon decided it would be humorous to excrete his bodily waste on my head.

Also, while examining the copious amounts of wondrous pictures in the Louvre, a female of African American (actually, I think I should write African French) decent decided it would be perfectly normal for her to begin thumping me repeatedly on the head with her brochure. Another unhappy incident also occurred in the Louvre. While I was sitting down on a step, leaning backward, a child stepped on my hand. He called me a wench and walked off, laughing with his classmates. To this day I am not certain what a wench is, however, I am told it has something to do with whores and pirates. Arrgh, I got termites in me leg!

This was not the end of my series of unfortunate events. While taking a quick excursion through Spain, my friends and I were walking down a sidewalk in the city. AS we were walking, a pair of boys was walking in the opposite direction. As soon as they were beside me, one of them slapped me in the face. Needless to say I am shocked and appalled at the animosity these crazy ignorant Mexicans have towards Chinks.

There were many other incidents that occurred in this gloomy trip; the gang members that chased my companions through a castle and the crazy man with the crazy waving of the umbrella. However, it pangs me to tell of all this. I find myself unable to continue. Until next time, I weep.

i love how most of these entries dont have an ending. i just stop writing. o well.

and that is my greatest hits, vol. 3.
today, i played basketball outside. in my basketball shoes. it was so.. weird... but more importantly it was with my coworkers. it was hard not revealing my true self to them when playing ball. because, incidentally, we were playing with a bunch of black guys. and if you watched my youtube video on playing basketball with black people, you know how i get around their kind.
plus i wasn't playing all that great so i was even more mad. fortunately, i only cursed a little bit under my breath and kept it calm and collective. so yay.
anyways, RIP basketball shoes. how i loved you.

thank you for 6 months of unsprained ankles.

good thing i got my new balling shoes. and my am90s. which i am wearing right now. with not much else.

weeee.

and this is why i do not tell my mom about my blog.
thanks for reading and have a thrilling thursday and upcoming fabulous friday!