It seems like I am the only person in my family who even remembers about this website. When I write here, I know no one will read it, but I need someplace to write. I have a bunch of notebooks, but I just fill them with ideas about what kind of stories I could make. As I write this, I hear the shrieks of Bien. Khang said “There’s a stinkbug,” to dad. A lot of things race through my mind. Why is there a stinkbug? Why was Bien screaming because of it. The main question in my mind was What is a stinkbug? So anyways, back to what I was writing about. Wait, why am I writing this again? No one is reading it. I guess I could use this as a journal. Okay, let’s start. Dear Diary…Nah. How about Hello. My name is Bob. Too bland. COOKIES WITH MILK OH YEAH. That could work. Today we had to bring in a shirt. We had to bring in two shirts actually. One we wear, and one for our project. We had to cut up the shirt and turn it into a bag. The one we were holding, not the one we were wearing. My scissors weren’t very sharp, so I borrowed some. To make the bag, you had to cut of the bottom part. You would end up with a piece of string. Then you have to tie the bottom of the shirt. Next, you cut off the sleeves. Now you have a bag. Just put one arm through the sleeve holes. It looks like a grocery bag. I tried it on, but the bag didn’t fit because I had brought in a child size shirt. So I shoved it in my backpack. When it was time to go home, it started to rain. I didn’t bring a jacket today because it was sunny when I went outside. I didn’t have an umbrella either, because as I said, It was sunny when I left for school. So I grabbed my shirt. Or my bag. I’ll call it the shirt-bag. So I shoved the shirt-bag on my head and wore it as a hat. It kept my head quite dry, but the rest of my body was wet. Life can be wet sometimes.
Category: Khang Is Watching Me Write
How You Like Them Apples
As I said, apples shall take over the world. We might as well kneel down to them now. Who knows? Maybe they’ll spare us. Only oranges can save us now. But the cows, who are working with the apples, will overpower them. Grapes and mangoes may help the oranges, but I may eat them before they get to the battlefield. They are my two most favorite fruits. I know I’m not helping the case by doing that, but I can’t resist. A bowl that has a vine in it sits next to me. On those vines, used to be a few grapes. Grapes ready to fight against the apples. Me and Khang ate them all. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a supporter of the apples. But the grapes and mangoes are too hard to resist. I must go now. The mangoes are calling my name.
The Wedding
People say America is a free country, but that can be a big lie sometimes. Kids cannot vote. Kids cannot use certain things without adult supervision. Everyone says America is free, yet my dad has once forced me again to write. About a wedding. Somewhere. I’ll spare you the details. Just so you get the idea of where the wedding took place, it was somewhere on earth. So we all piled into the car. Dad, Mom, Khang, Bien, me, and our most prized possession, iPads. It was the start of a grand adventure. Kind of. After ten minutes, the excitement died off. It was a six hour drive. I think we should go on the plane, but it seems like Mom didn’t care to listen to my opinion. One hour later, nothing happened. Then, something happened. I saw a bird. Landmarks will be pointed out soon. Greentown: The pole is green, the fence is green, and the grass is green, the trees are green, and that bridge is green. Bluetown: The sky is blue, the water is translucent, and the fence is blue. Hyperspace: This tunnel that has these weird lamps. Khang: A fascinating creature, usually eats with his hands. When we got there, we played video games. Just so you know, I’m going to use the term “played video games” a lot, so watch out. Then Vinh, who is my uncle somehow came. I don’t know how he’s my uncle. He’s even younger than me. Later, my cousins came. You know their names. Thucdan, Thuclam, and Thucquien. Then Jayden and Trystan came. So many people came, and the event wasn’t even today. When we had to go to sleep, Dad, Khang, Bien, and me went to the basement. Khang and Bien shared a sleeping bag on the floor. Dad put a sleeping bag on the bed and went to sleep. I put my sleeping bag on the bed. I stared at the treadmill by the bed. I hated treadmills. They always made you fall over. The safety key barely helped. You still fall if the key was pulled off. Then I fell asleep. Next morning, Thucdan gave us news that the wedding would take place in a garden. We played some games after breakfast, which was a doughnut and some milk. Always drink your milk kids. It’s important. Then my mom told me to come upstairs. She made me change into my wedding clothes, which was hot and uncomfortable. My wedding clothes was black pants, a blue buttoned shirt, and a black coat. When it was time to leave, Mom slathered gel all over my hair. Then I got into Vinh’s car and we left. We traded riddles, but that got boring. Then we talked about random stuff. After that, we stopped at McDonalds. I got sprite and ice cream. Vinh got a sprite and fries. Yum. The ride lasted about two hours. The we got there. The sprite wasn’t doing good for me, and I had to urinate really badly. So did Vinh. So we rushed over the bathroom. Then we had to walk in the blazing sun in the garden. There were a bunch of pinwheels, and a sign next to it said something about pinwheel day or something. We got the the wedding area. It was a big house and big semi-tent. When we got in, we were greeted by a friendly “ DO NOT RUN OR TOUCH ANYTHING.” After an hour of just wandering about the house, we went outside and played Connect 4. I layed waste to the other players, and I lost only once. Then the wedding started. The priest gave a long speech. two minutes ago they weren’t husband and wife. Now they are. That night when we got home, me and Vinh brushed our teeth. He finished thirty seconds before me, and when I come down to see him, he has somehow already injured himself. He was sitting at the wall. Khang had turned the treadmill on at twelve miles per hour, and Vinh thought he was the Flash and ran on it. He fell over of course. But held on the bars, which left being dragged on his knees. The were two major burns on both of his knees. Bandages were put on him, and that was that. The next day, we drove home, and when I saw our house, it felt like that scene at the end of The Hobbit: The Five Armies when Bilbo comes home after that big journey. In a way, we had an adventure of our own.
MILK WITH COOKIES OH YEAH ~Part 2~
When I looked at my computer, I got a bunch of emails. They said COOKIES WITH MILK OH YEAH! It was good stuff. The sender was The Cookie Lord. Impossible. I’m the cookie lord. So I went to his house. Then we fought and junk. Soon everything was fine. But then I got hungry. There was cake, ice cream, turkey, and cupcakes at The Not Cookie Lord Anymore’s house. But no cookies and milk. I was being starved. So I ate The Not Cookie Lord Anymore. He was a cookie.
Today’s Highlight
First at school, I ate a hotdog. But what really happened first was the “Gabe Accident”. Also, when people semi-cry, give them some space and it’s not really funny. So Gabe, thought that it would be funny to stand inside his locker. It wasn’t. Then Mario ( yes that is his name) comes in and shuts the locker. While he was doing that, I ate a hotdog. But what really happened while he was shutting the locker, was Ian, Captain Pizza from my earlier posts, opening the locker. Long story short the handle broke off. Gabe was stuck. While he was in there, I ate a hotdog. What I really did was give him a hotdog. Then I called for help. by that, I meant eating a hotdog. But when I called for help, I meant to go and stare at Gabe. By now Gabe was kicking and yelling and eating a hotdog. Eventually, he kicked open the locker, and ate his hotdog in peace. Everyone was happy. I was the happiest, because I was eating a hotdog.
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A Tale of Two Groups Part 2
Remember, I changed the names of everyone in this story. So as I was walking around the school to get in line, I noticed an orange Post-It Note on the floor. It was Captain Pizza’s badge. I considered my options. I could not give it to him, and I could forget this. I could give it to him if he promised to end the war. But he was a friend, and I couldn’t bring myself to do it. “I think you dropped this,” I said as I walked up to him. He thanked me and celebrated. The pizzas were growing stronger, and so were the tacos. Even the teachers were in on this nonsense. Our teacher was a taco, the teacher across from our classroom was a taco, and so on. I really wanted this to stop, but I couldn’t help myself. I ended up making an Asian Club, but that went nowhere. The Pizza People had many members leaving to become neutral,and some left for the Talking Tacos. It was outdoor recess, and I think mother nature was mad at us for making such nonsense, because it was really windy. Not normal windy day. Super windy. Someone almost had to go to the clinic because the wind pushed them into a pole. A few kids were hiding behind a building. I don’t know why they let it be outdoor recess, because it was like a hurricane out there. Soon I found a good hiding spot and sat there until recess was over. The war didn’t go on for the rest of school, but I know it will come up again soon. To be continued… also, this is all true.
The Best Birthday Ever
You probably read the title and thought I was being an optimist. You might think I’m going to have a good birthday. Well let me tell you, the title is sarcasm. I won’t be having a big party at a laser tag place like Khang did. I won’t have relatives coming to celebrate. If you ask me where I went for my birthday last year, I would say “Nowhere.” If you ask me what I got, I would say “One Cupcake.” So when my birthday rolls around, I don’t get excited about the presents like Christmas. Now that I think of it, we never got up our Christmas Tree this year. We sold it. Then we had Christmas in Arizona. Christmas in hot, sunny, dry weather. I don’t think we celebrate any holidays now. Let’s just change the subject. Tomorrow, I’ll be 10. My age has finally gone to double-digits. In third grade, on my birthday, the only thing I got from the school was a free snack coupon (which of course was used for an ice cream sandwich). They didn’t even sing me happy birthday. Neither did my parents. About a week later, someone else had a birthday. I don’t know if it was a him or a her, but I think it was a her. They sang her happy birthday. When I asked the teacher why she didn’t do the same for me, she told me it was because I didn’t bring in a treat for anyone. So pretty much have to pay people fatty snacks for them to do anything for me. Life is rigged. It’s like a board game. You roll the dice. You get good or bad. The dice is probably rigged too. When you check what number you got, you see a 1. Boom. Your life is ruined. Just like that. Or it can take a while, getting all the wrong numbers, until you hit the space you don’t want. As I’m writing this, a commercial on TV was singing about how good life is. How ironic.