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A belated-Merry Christmas and happy New Year's to whoever reads my blogs.



I'm buried in my bed under a pink blanket with a winter coat and my laptop. It's new year's eve today. It's the afternoon and I'm still in my bed. ...I really really miss my family. I miss the forced family times where my mom has us go around in a circle sharing one thing we appreciate about each family member. I remember last time when it was my turn to share I cried. I miss that I'm not waking up in my house with my siblings doing something interesting, my mom in the kitchen, and my dad in the basement. I miss how my mom would share about a missionary story or force us to watch a christian documentary and encourage us to strive for more.



I miss feeling forced to put up the Christmas tree by my little sister and my dad video-taping us as we pretend to be elizabeth bennett and mr. collins. I miss trying to buy my little sister things I know she wants because I want to gain her approval. I miss not knowing what to buy for the older sister because she has money to buy whatever she wants--but wanting to do something for her to know that she's loved. I miss hearing my brother playing the guitar and singing and then grabbing my guitar and trying to imitate.

Christmas was a time to remember Christ coming to earth as a gift to the world. So many people "celebrate" it--I wish they would celebrate it knowing and feeling the full depth and significance of what it indicates. This Christmas I went to a lot of gift exchanges, sang carols, missed family, but I don't think I truly bowed humbly to worship and thank Christ.

Yeah...I miss home. I feel lonely, but I know I am blessed.

In light of a new year I figured I should begin formulating resolutions.

hrmm..

1. be more decisive...if this is at all possible

2. be more happy

3. seek god first...in life, in the morning

4. sleep early, rise early

5. stop watching asian dramas to learn chinese and go out and talk to chinese people to learn chinese

6. communicate with people back home

7. be less awkward

8. uh...go running?

9. show love to people

10. write more music and find an outlet to play

5th grader writes: "uncontrolable love!"

My fifth grade boy keeps writing about love.

This week:

Uncontrolable Love!
Nice to see you again! I have a private question for you; did you find your true love? If yes then do you really love him, Ms. Cheung? I am not gossiping as you may think: this is an adult question! you think kids in this age you are suppose to be naive playing those hand-games! I am going to be your psychologist, trust me! Ask me questions and please call my cellphone number if any love questions, I am an expert! cell. -------00398 (he put a real number here).
I gave Emily a stamp with her name on it. Once you love someone voluntary then you'll get involuntary loving that person and make her/him happy.

chica suava ii.

[happenings].

One of my first entries on this blog was a creative experiment titled chica suava, entirely fictional of a girl feigning confidence then tripping on her stiletto. Perhaps it was a bad omen to write it...because this past Sunday I practically did everything, which was described in that small excerpt.

This past Sunday, I put particular effort in my appearance--which doesn't happen too often. It was the first time I had straightened my hair and put make-up on my face in maybe over a month. I felt very confident in my appearance...and perhaps too much so. I had a cute tan coat on, Donna vonFurstenburg bag, and fake Chanel sunglasses resting on the nearly non-existent bridge of my nose. I walked hurriedly and cutely knowing I was already late for church. Nearing the church building I saw a youth and cooly chatted and walked with him. Heading for the front door I peered at my reflection quickly in the glass and smiled. I was seriously feeling cute or something. As we walked into the building another teenage boy was waiting in the foyer. I pulled my sunglasses up pulling back my hair and flashed a nice smile. I lightly skipped up the stairs by myself feeling pretty. Then....WHAM. I tripped on my foot catapulting forward face down at the entrance of the sanctuary, and screamed, "O God!" LOL. I can't believe I screamed "O God!" tripping late into church.