LIGHT STrIKE!

Light strike is pretty awesome! I thought it was some sort of iPod app/game when I first heard it from my friend. It didn't interest me. I never really thought about it until my friend mentioned it again to me another time later. He said that he got Light Strike and that he bought the shotgun and pistol. I guessed you got money in the app/game if you beat a level or something like that. (He has an iPod Touch) But then he tells me it is laser tag. Laser tag? I know laser tag! I've heard of it before! I always imagined that you had real laser guns and you shoot each other until someone "dies". But he tells me he has two guns for the laser tag. Then it hits me. Light Strike is not a app/game, it is an awesome, real life, laser tag with laser guns! I search it up on the internet. I finally realize that I was facing one of the most coolest things I've ever seen in my life!... so far. I get all piped up and excited about it. My friend shows me the guns. Even though it is not that great, I make a huge fuss over it. Targets, accessories, different weapons, fingerprint sensors, scopes, they all make up a great gun. The guns all make up a good game. You should get it too!

More Poems By... Me.

99 Cents
Walking along on the sidewalk
I spot a golden coin,
gleaming in the sunshine
I pick it up, curious,
and I am surprised,
for it said:
99 Cent coin
My Creature
My creature is nice and small,
it has wings thin as paper,
and eyes like a tiny ball,
It knows how to climb a tree
It knows how to dance
It comes to school, every day with me!
My creature, so small and fluffy,
With wings, eyes and claws,
is now stuck in a tree.
Basketball
Swish!
Dunk!
A swirl of orange goes around
Dribble,
Pass
The players only hear that sound.
The ball is passed,
The ball is thrown,
The ball is dizzy,
everyone's busy,
to look at the ball's point of view.

(Inspired by Shel Silverstein's poem, Point of View)

Hunting
In the night,
the men grab their rifles,
and shuffle around
to spot a bird of sort.
They crouch and slowly creep,
towards their target
They point their rifles at the target
But the target sniffs, and...
BOOM!- They're off
The hunters get no chance
But then they see a snake creeping to them,
then they sniff and run for their lives.

(Notice: The hunters were hunted by the snake)

Memorial Day Weekend

On Memorial Day weekend. I want to watch the new movie, Pirates a Band of Misfits. First of all, like Coraline, or This is Halloween, it is made out of clay figures and, stop motion. I get to have a chance to see a true animator's work. It didn't look creepy like Coraline, and it looked fun to watch. (Here is the trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iiQNvcYlZVg) Memorial Day weekend seemed like a good time to watch it. We have a lot of time to rest. I also wanted to watch the Adventures of Tintin, that also seemed like an interesting movie. A mystery movie. I like mysteries. Besides watching a movie, on the 5 day weekend, I would like to spend some time with my family. But my main goal is to get a good relaxing and peaceful weekend. What are you going to do?

Manners

Manners are like rules made by people to follow. If talking with your mouth full was known as a manner, then everyone would be talking with their mouth full. Who made manners? I know that someone thought of these set of rules and passed them on to people and soon everyone knew it and it was something normal to know these manners. It is like the book, Frindle, a kid started to call a pen a frindle and soon it was a normal word, everyone was asking for frindles and it was an official word. Just like frindle, manners was made by one person and became an official set of rules. It was a set of rules made by a person and soon it was known to everyone. I never thought about manners so deeply. I just thought of it as a set of rules I had to follow for the rest of my life until I die in order to look good. But now that I think about it, how did manners start? If screaming at the table and sit on the table, it would become a part of manners, everyone would be sitting on the table, throwing their food at the wall, screaming, and not getting in trouble. So you should be happy with the manners we have now!

The Perfect Thing To Do

WHOOSH! SWISH! The waves crash onto the sand. The waves form but always are the same puny size. They are just forming then disappearing again. "Whoa! That wave is big!" I look at the wave Sunguni hyung is pointing at. It is tiny. I wonder if all waves in Korea are this small. I was in Korea, with my cousins smack in the middle of a beach and my cousins thought a puny waves was a big wave. They don't know what a real wave looks like. When they come to America, I'll show them what a real wave looks like. If the waves in Korea are a mouse, the waves in America is a huge hungry cat. They will be surprised by the waves that are towering over my cousins like a monster trying to eat them. Changuni hyung, Hyoguni hyung, and Sunguni hyung must see these waves. The waves in Korea are nothing, compared to the ones I experience everyday. One of the reasons why I want to show them the waves are because I want to see their reaction. I imagine them screaming out that there is a tsunami, getting scared to go near the waves, but I actually want to see how they react. Next, I want to make sure that they experience something in America that they can't experience in Korea. For example, the waves. I want them to never forget those huge waves and always remember them. The final reason why is because I think we are going to have a lot of fun at the beach. The beach is an awesome place to play. I think Changuni hyung, Hyoguni hyung, and Sunguni hyung will like the beach. I wish time would pass by quickly so Changuni hyung, Hyoguni hyung, and Sunguni hyung can come!

New Stories To Come!

The Stretched Out Stories Series is going to be continued! Remember the stretched out story of the bully incident? ( http://truebutweirdstories.blogspot.com/2011/12/stretched-out-story-of-bullying.html )
  A new one is coming out! The Stretched out story of being nice people! Have you read them?

Another will be coming out soon after the second story! Stay "tuned" for more!

Basketball!

Like a bullet, I dart into the front door hoping to see a bunch of little boxes. But I am only welcomed by an unusually big and long box. I call out, "I think this is the basketball!" Then I get a knife and rip it open. I stare at the big round ball smiling. Then I slowly pick it up. The basketball, all fresh and new... (That doesn't make any sense...) I threw it onto the floor expecting it to bounce up back to me, but it just collapses and rolls. Then I realize I have to take it out of the little box. Again, I rip it open with the knife. Then, the ball is in my hands. I weigh the ball, it's not so heavy. It was an official size basketball. Just perfect for me. I started to dribble the ball, dodging imaginary players, and shooting at imaginary hoops in an imaginary court. I never learned how to play basketball. I just know how. I watch all the kids who do know how to play. Since they learned basketball, they are really good. I watch their every move and practice them. Finally I have my own ball. Watching other people help a lot. I learned how to dribble, shoot, and pass. Watching is learning. Now that I have my own ball, I can practice by myself. Later, I go to the park and into the court. The court is empty, after all, it was raining 10 minutes ago. I take a deep breath and practice my moves. I bend my knees and I shoot. BANG! The ball bounces of the hoop. The hoop is higher than I thought. I move into another position and I shoot. BA-OONG! The ball hits the inside of the hoop and swirls around it like a tornado. The ball is sucked in and I dribble the ball to the other side. My mom coaches me, even though she never played basketball before. I let her try. Then I shoot more hoops. I start to get the hand of it. Soon, I am getting almost every shot. Once in a while I miss. I have to remember not to only use my elbow and shoulder like I always do. Time flies by. I have a match with my mom, (which, by the way, didn't go so well...) and I made a deal. It was to make a hoop from a specific spot. In the end, I made it. I was proud but I was coughing nonstop. Basketball is a fun sport!  

Alex Rider

Stormbreaker is a book that changed my whole reading life. All of my friends would read it making a big deal out of it. Screaming about how amazing it is. I just ignored them and kept on reading other books I was interested in. That was my big mistake. I realized that there was a reason why they were screaming about this book. The only reason they would go crazy about is because it was good. Even kids who don't really like books read it and liked it. Then my sister "helped" me change my reading life. She had to read a group of books for a competition and the one word Stormbreaker caught my eye. Stormbreaker? I recognized that title. It was a very familiar that I have seen and heard somewhere. Stormbreaker, Stormbreaker.... Alex Rider! That book only seemed like a pointless book with just little kids becoming spies and saving the world. But I was right. It was pointless with just kids becoming spies, but it had more to that. It was not just kids becoming spies. It was Alex Rider! The author, Anthony Horowitz, knows how to grab attention from readers like me! The details just sucked me in. The beginning was phenomenal to me. It just had me stuff my face into that book. Stormbreaker, that first book was the one that started everything. It was mysterious and I found myself reading Pointblank, the second book, before I even knew it. Then suddenly I find myself buried into Skeleton Key and finally, into Eagle Strike! Now slowly, the fourth book, Eagle Strike is starting to end. Then I will read Scorpia. I think that I like the details. You should try this book! It's great! Now you can suggest some books to me!