Air Travel

I snuggle in my cushiony, blue plane seat as I enjoy the wonderful, sunny, and bright view. Perfect. I’ve got a yummy snack to munch on as I listen to calming music on my phone. I don’t understand why anyone would hate plane rides— they’re the best!

I can’t even explain how peaceful they are. There’s too much to say about it: the quiet passengers, the soft rumbling, and the warm temperature massages your worries. All you have to do is bring a small blanket and pillow and—boom, you’ve got the rest of the plane ride to dream of beautiful, fluffy clouds… Admit it—air travel relaxes you.

Furthermore, planes glide through the air as smoothly as possible. Just the occasional little bump (you get used to it). It feels like you’re sitting in a car, but you’re actually floating in air! If waitresses can balance 30 cups full of beverages on a cart, I’m pretty sure keeping balance while sitting will be a lot easier. I promise, planes travel less bumpy than you think.

Air travel is awesome! I wish I could ride on a plane every week! :):)

My Favorite Mistake

This is a part of my My Favorite Mistake essay:

With the remote in his hand, my cousin, hyper from who knows what, bombarded himself on my stomach, remote-first. I know you must be thinking, Oh, how much could a remote hurt? A lot. If you had it chugged into your body, you’d understand. I glared at him, but he was just a baby, he couldn’t understand. Omff…OMFFF…OWWW! That evil face of his laughed innocently in excitement as he crumpled my body, using what little weight he carried.

A Long Class

“The Civil War resulted in more deaths than the Vietnam, Taiwanese, and the….”

The brain automatically tuned out my teacher’s loud, raspy voice (Is that even possible?) as my eyelids drifted down. Fluffy bed sheet covers. Nice, comfy pillows. I couldn’t stop thinking about going into a deep sleep for a long, relaxing and quiet week. That would be nice….

I saw a big, puffy snow white cloud as I fell into the softness and lay there, eyes closed. I wanted to stay here forever, sleep forever. A rainbow fades in as I feel this perfection. Everything’s flawless: the soft breathing of my own body, the light blue sky, my history teacher looming over me….

WHAT?!? Oh, gosh.

My eyes dart open just in time like a sudden movement in a very still place. The bell rings, and I stumble out if my seat. I look at the clock. 10 am?!? I’m gonna have trouble surviving this really long day….

Oh, no

My heart pounds as I hear, “Next onstage, number 7486, Black Roses Red.”

I am pushed onstage before I forget and pull out a wide grin on my face before the almost-too-familiar music plays. Without even having to think, I start dancing. I’m drifting, gliding, and rushing all over the stage, feeling too confident in myself.

Then, before I know it, I trip over my toe…and fall.

I pull myself back together and just stand for a second, breaking my connection with the music and forgetting what to do next. My brain races, but it won’t answer me. How could this have happened?!? I force my stubborn body to start moving again— oh, thank god! It may not be perfect, but I’m just glad I’m not standing there like a freak staring at the audience with a blank face.

The dance ends, and I run offstage immediately after my halfway nod to the judges. I’m doomed. My teacher and parents try and reassure me, but of course, it doesn’t help. I hear the voice of my mom saying, “Well, there’s always next time!” as I get changed and wait for the awards ceremony.

Home Sweet Home

The messy, old, but cozy family room is my favorite part of the house. Every time my family and I go on a vacation for more than a week, I wonder how quiet it is without anybody around. I imagine hearing ominous creaks every few minutes, and my dog barking at a random stranger for a long time. I enjoyed the times when my family was curled up on the couches, watching my dad’s favorite Chinese drama. It’s a luxurious moment, although things might not have been perfect. Happy times like this don’t just come with a snap of a finger, so treasure every second of it when you’re in one.

Dogs

A soft bundle of fur,

Much better than a cat’s purr,

They’re comforting and kind,

Even if they are blind.

They lick you and rub you,

For whatever you’re going through,

And although they don’t speak,

They’ll help you when you’re weak.

Sometimes they bark,

At home and at parks,

But the speciality of dogs,

Is that they do everything for a cause. Continue reading

A Little Bird

My grandparents visit every two years or so in the summer. When I was little, they would rock me to sleep to a lullaby about a little bird. The song says that a little bird glides through the air with her mother. They spread their wings and soar up, down, and all the other directions.

Then, when I grew a bit older, my grandpa made up movements to got with the song. As the song starts, you lift up your arms so they’re in a straight line. Throughout the song, you slowly lift a leg up in the air. By the end of the lullaby, you end up looking like a little bird flying around in the sky.

I’ve remembered every word and pitch to that song to this day. Every night, when I’m having trouble sleeping, I think of the cozy and short song my grandparents sung. My thoughts drift to the image of my grandma and grandpa’s face, and even though my family is visiting them again next summer, I miss them very much.

Unplugged

The leaping, twisting and turning of my body as I dance releases all my worries. It energizes me, but at the same time, it drains me. Sometimes, I feel like I just need a break. I don’t dance all-day, everyday, but it does use up a lot of my time. I use every minute of my time not dancing wisely, but it’s still not enough time to get everything organized. My mom has signed me up for Kumon, and extra math class and a chinese school every week. I don’t see how she thinks I can handle all of this anymore!

Dancing is just like going to sleep or taking a shower: You never want to get into it, but once you’re there, you never want to get out. It’s the same process over and over. I just wish that I could control my life and the choices I make.

Never Again

One night, my family went out to a family dinner, which is pretty rare on weekdays but since it was a no homework night a a late start tomorrow, it was acceptable.We live in Senna Hills, where it’s near the Hill Country Galleria, which has a few good restaurants, but it’s mostly for shopping. I always loved going to Maudie’s and ordering my favorite dish, enchiladas. Sometimes, going to the same place every time gets boring, so instead of going to Maudie’s, we drove around to see what kind of food there was. Finally, my mom decided we try Waterloo since it was delicious in our old neighborhood.

We walked in together after we found a parking spot (which wasn’t hard). Surprised, we walked into a large building with a lot more tables than needed to find that only about 4 of them were filled. I’ve never been to Waterloo before, so I just thought it wasn’t very popular. I was wrong. My mom searched up reviews for the restaurant and found that it was very popular. Everywhere except the one in the Hill Country Galleria.

After ordering, my family were expecting a 10 minute wait or so. We chatted, then waited another 5 minutes. Then another 5 minutes. Then another. My mom’s teeny little salad finally came and it actually cost $6! I had a few pieces of her salad and waited some more. Twenty-five minutes passed by since we ordered and we’ve only got a salad!

It felt like I was waiting an entire 3 hours before I got my food. To be honest, it looked disgusting. It also tasted disgusting, but at the time, I was hungry, so I ate it.

Egulhuhgh!

I shoved it down, and an hour later, my stomach hurt. We never went back there again.

Childhood Toy

I always loved Hello Kitty. I would carry it around wherever I went, to the store, on the car, everywhere. One of my old neighbors, Simon, saw how I really enjoyed anything related to Hello Kitty. She had a big stuffed Hello Kitty, and gave it to me! At the time, I loved it. I would bring it to bed, and tell it a good night story. Whenever I was shopping with with my mom and I saw something with the picture of a Hello Kitty on it, my mom knew it would be time for her the take her purse out.

I still have the huge Hello Kitty Simon gave me, and it sits on the end of my bed everyday!