Droplets of Gold

Rain, rain, rain, please don't go away!!! Rain, it's like droplets of gold falling on your skin and mesmerizing every sense you have. I love walking through the rain and getting the chance to play in the rain was absolutely breathtaking. Running through the mud, getting your hair wet, and feeling your body move like you are marching in the air is beautiful. My feet had a mind of their own and my heart was beating faster than the speed of light. I could feel the rain piercing my skin and blinding me as I ran down the field breathless. Every breath that I took was like a chorus in my lungs. At first I was pretty hesitant because I would get pretty sick soon but right at that moment, I felt like being a kid again. Watching the rain fall and asking your mother why you shouldn't be playing in the mud just like the other kids. I wanted to experience this moment once again and feel the little child in me burst out laughing as I jumped in the puddle. Tears of joy or tears of laughter; you decide. However at the end of the game, I had to go back home. Just like any other child, a pout was carved in my face and disappointment was leaking in every part of my brain. I enjoyed every minute of my time with my fellow teammates. It was a great game and even though we lost, I was still proud do be part of an amazing adventure. I wish the Varsity Soccer Girls luck. Thanks for being part of this amazing journey with me! I got to hang out with my best friend, Dalvinder. 

There

I was there when you first felt lonely,

abandoned, lost, and carefree.

Flying with the wind and letting your hair loose,

Smiling to the sky for dreams would always come true

Blessing each day with a hearty laugh and a stomach full

The days were young and the night was calm

The stars were beautiful, like angels praying to the gods.

I waited and listened cautiously,

Believed I would find you

Believed that you would find me.

All hope was never lost and trust was never vanished.

I waited and waited for an answer

A truth to this pain and a truth behind my mother's tears.

I realized the answer was deep within my heart

A blade piercing my skin and a shield broken.

You were the shield that protected me from the devil's horns

the misfortune and tears.

I had you and everything was so serene.

No matter what I believe, who I believe, or where I believe,

I will never find you

Never seek you

Never hear you

Never find you

For all hope is lost and faith is regained.

Believe me, the thorns are up and the shield is healed.

Without you, everything is going to be thrived.

Fun times

Yesterday, in chemistry each student started to arm wrestle just for the heck of it. We were all finished with our classwork and homework and began to goof around. First, I think, I started to arm wrestle with Rachel. Anh, Dalvinder, Isaac, Kim, and Kamri were pretty much involved in the whole thing. Matthew began to arm wrestle with Danielle and everybody began to cheer on. Each student started to join in the excitement and challenge their strength with that of their opponent. Even the teacher began to cheer us on and maintain a fair game. Of course, there was a point in the game were it was "too loud" but then again we decreased our volume and began to experience the pain that comes from arm wrestling. I don't know about anybody else but my hand hurts so woefully. I guess that's what you get for being too aggressive. However, watching the students there I felt so blessed to be part of this exciting time. It was so hilarious and one time during the joyous occasion, we almost hurt ourselves. Sibling rivalry is exciting but gets a bit too competitive. However, Matthew and Danielle were fair and tried their hardest. I still think that your are an amazing opponent Danielle.

It's a little too late

I know, I know, it's a little too late to be staying up especially on a school night but I have my reason. First of all, I couldn't go to soccer practice today because my mom made an appointment at the DMV, social security, and a bunch of other stuff. My mom picked me up really early from school (3:00 is really really really early for me because I usually leave school at around 5:00 or 5:30 at the latest). Next, we drove all the way to Santa Teresa, no freeways, and waited in line for half an hour. I think that the DMV should hire more employees because there were just so many customers waiting in line and I thought that it would be impossible to see the clerk today. So, we got our number and sat down in the chairs. Next thing I know, it's 4:30 and I was still waiting. 4:45 waiting. 5:05 waiting. 5:15 "Now serving number G-140." At around 5:30, my mother went to Social Security and got her questions answered rather quickly. Our last stop took the longest and by the time I got home, it was 9:00 and I had to catch up on some homework. So, now it is 11:12 and I am done with all my homework and decided to tell you about my unfortunate weekend. Saturday was hectic and Tuesday was even worse. I wonder why I am having such a horrible week. I just hope that it ends on a positive note. It's really frustrating trying to boost up your energy when all else fails around you. 

It's too painful

Walk, walk, walk, in the city of San Francisco. A beautiful cloudy day with people singing and dancing on the street. Yelling on top of their lungs or standing in a corner watching the tourists pass by with nothing but hope in their eyes. Saturday at San Francisco was too painful. I had to attend a meeting with my aunt and we decided to use the Caltrain to get to our destination. She hates driving in a car because "[I] miss out on everything; the scenery and everything." So, we sat in the train for an hour watching each city pass by like a bird soaring through the sky. Each second was 24 hours and each stop was as long as light years. I couldn't breathe and felt trapped in the train watching children squirm in their seats and yell, "are we there yet?" Finally after what seemed like eternity, we arrived at San Francisco. Unaware of the time, I realized that we would be 15 minutes late to the meeting. So, we caught the first bus and waited till the bus driver announced, "Market Street, next stop." Every stop between here and Market Street, people floundered inside the tiny little bus like ants in an ant hole. It took us at least a minute or through to pass by the passengers and get out of the bus. Once off the bus, we had to breathe quickly so all the clean air could satisfy our lungs. Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock. We ran to the meeting and asked the concierge where in the building it took place. I don't know whether it was out of spite or taciturn, he told us that it was on the sixth floor, room 662. We ran to the elevator and ran around the building trying to find the meeting. "I am sorry but it's on the first floor," the lady said. So, we ran to the elevator just in time to find it "broken". We climbed down the stair from the sixth floor all the way to the first floor! By the time we got to the meeting, it was long gone finished. Run, run, run, run, run, was all we did in the beautiful city of San Francisco. I am so pooped. That's a good word to use!

Diversity

Diversity is a very important characteristic in our lives. I enjoy listening to people's conversations regarding their cultures and traditions. There are so many interesting aspects to a culture and their amazing population. I come from a very diverse family and I can relate to my fellow classmates who have so many different yet captivating customs in their life. My great grandmother from my mother's side had 5 husbands and each husband shared a different tradition and custom:

1st husband: Assyrian/Armenian

2nd husband: Armenian

3rd husband: Turkish

4th husband: Syrian

5th husband: Lebanese/Armenian/Greek? 

(it was an arranged marriage so she didn't really know his ethnicity because he died too soon)

My grandmother grew up in a village in Iran where everybody spoke different languages and nobody cared for reading or writing. They worked all day long and spend the rest of their night visiting each others houses and sleeping. She shares with me so many different stories and histories that I never even thought about. I enjoy listening to these stories and sometimes spend the time holding onto her voice and time traveling through the past. There are so many cultures throughout this world and one of the reasons why I love Gunderson High School is because of their diversity. I enjoy listening to each students' lives and stories and where their family comes from. In fact, just a couple months ago, I learned that somebody I know has a root in their family tree that might be Assyrian. A family tree is amazing and who knows, maybe your great great great great.... grandparents were a famous king, queen, dictator, or etc. Wow, the amazing stories waiting to be told. 

Something nice

Have you ever walked in a room and been greeted with a scent so magnificent? Well, I have these kinds of feelings every day when I walk into my room. I bought these scented candles that smell like lilac spring and their absolutely breathtaking. It's one of the reasons why I don't want to leave my room because it smell so great. Actually, I am freak when it comes to certain smells like lavender or lilac springs. Lying down on my bed and closing my eyes, I feel like the clouds are lifting me in the air and I am floating to heaven. I actually feel like my spirit is being carried to another dimension of the world not scrutable to my subconscious mind. There's this part of me that wants to lay on the bed and be treated like a princess all day along. Every time I open my eyes, I am forced to stare at the pile of towers I call my homework. Sometimes this pile seems to lose weight while other times when the time is running like the wind, it stuffs its face like a little kid in a candy store. There are times when I just want to stay in my room all day long and not wake up in the morning by the blaring sound of my alarm clock in my ear. I just want to spend the day smelling the roses and running in the meadow. Also, there is a part of me that yearns to be a child again. The days were life was worry-free and the work did not require much thought. Those were the days were you begged the clock to run so you can be old. Now that the clock is actually speeding like a track star, you just beg for it to stop for a second so you won't grow so old. My aunt always says, "don't wish to be older because this is going to be your fate one day; 'I don't want to be old.'" 

Something nice, something sweet, is what I call a sweetie treat. That rhymes!?!?!?