One day Mom sent a poem to my Dad asking him to review it.    When the poem came back: Dad would put the translation like this,  “… that someone passed through “the  Market stall” and along the street with many people.”  Kevin was laughing because he thinks the correction wasn’t poetic at all, and that it sounded like Scott was writing his essay and having a hard time concentrating.

Now let’s hear Kevin “the official poetry editor”  about how he does his job:    Mom asked him to fix this sentence: “thousands of beautiful images”. Kevin says it should be:   ” So ,so many beautiful images.”

We asked Scott how he would fix the sentence, Scott says it should be:   ” thousands of hideous images”.    I think Scott will never be a good poetry fixer.    I try to think if I can come up with something better than what Mom wrote, but I can’ think of anything.

Mom is getting very good at this business  –   how she can use the English language with the Vietnamese at the same time. I notice her poems are very  short.    Mom doesn’t like any thing  long _  even the way she speaks : very precise and to the point. She showed me works from other  poets. They really write long and long poems.    If she sees a long poem of someone she admires, she would chop it down and uses what she likes.

We just find out a good place for Kevin and Scott to buy their toys.    It’s the flea market.    Mom can buy fresh fruits there too. The last time we went, she ended up buying 10 lbs of grapes, 20 lbs of oranges, and 10 lbs of avocado.    We have to let the dogs eat some of the fruits with us because there was so much.

Mom really has a lot more issues to control than I do:    clutter, food, shoes.  The freezer is still stuffed with food  – even more food than before, and Mom keeps saying she is not buying anything .  I wonder where they come from anyway.

Last night, I fell off the bed.   Maybe God was not happy about something I did. We have been missing a few Sunday Mass:
” Dear  God, please forgive us for not being able to see you on a regular basis. We have to try better.”

Megan and I held a garage sale this weekend. We worked hard all Saturday and Sunday. We set up the stalls, the umbrellas, and the chairs. We drew up the signs with big words “Garage Sale”. Mom put up the signs on the front and back of her parked car. This way, cars driving in both directions can see the signs. We also put a pompom with balloons on the light post. I got cold iced tea for both of us.

We just sat and sat and sat under the hot sun waiting patiently. Cars drove by, some just to give a peek , some people got off, looked, and walked away. I thought we really had some cool stuff here: lots of books, nice clothes, and nice stuffed animals. In the end, Megan made $1. 75, I made 2 dollars – for 2 days working really hard.

Scott and Kevin pulled out their stuff late on Sunday; within one hour, Scott made 5 dollars. He sold his gun for $3.00, but he didn’t have any change, so the customer let him have the full $5.00.

Kevin also made $5.00 for the toy gun and the sword. We couldn’t sell too well because we got no guns, just dolls, stuffed animals, and old clothes.

Mom bought a Hello Kitty alarm clock for me from Megan’s merchandise for $1.00 (this thing probably costs $25.00 at the store). She also took back a fancy brand new dress, which I wore once, a nice pair of jeans, and she paid me $2.00 for them. The reason I couldn’t sell as well as the last time was because Mom tried to pull nice things off the display table. She said she paid too much for them, and now I was trying to sell each of them for $1.00.

Mom said even we didn’t sell too well, there was a lesson to learn here: “Try to think very carefully before purchasing anything!” Megan had this fur dog, as big as herself, with a sale tag of $39.99, and still very new. She tried to unload it for $1.00, but there was no interest whatsoever, not even one person asked about this giant bear sitting there smiling the whole time.

Anyway, the lesson to learn here even we didn’t do too well (Mom said this three times): “ It’s very easy to buy but not that easy to sell, no matter how cheap it is.”

We went to Target today for Scott to visit his regular store. Surprisingly, he didn’t buy anything, just some candies. Scott is into candies and gums these days. No more toys after he saw what happened at the Garage Sale. He set out about 10 guns to be sold, but there was only one sale. He felt so lucky and made some croaking sound that was very annoying.

Today at the table while studying vocabulary from the dictionary, he sat and pulled the fat off his stomach, worrying that he is getting fat, or on the way to becoming Mr. Kevin, his brother. Scott is very worried about his look.

We went to the Disney World Studios today.  We started out very early since we didn’t want to stand in long lines at the rides under the hot sun We went on different rides. The one I liked most was about cars, how they make moviesand how they create car chase scenes with stunt men and they used various tricks to make things look exciting on the screen. It is kind of sad after that I saw all those tricks . Now watching movies with car chase scenes won’t be that exciting any more. Maybe I need to erase what I saw so my movie watching is still a great sport for me to enjoy.

After a few hours in the park, then it was time to go the big, scary ride: the roller coaster monster ride. Scott was so scared and kept talking that we should not go into that ride (while he did the talking, I saw he turned green; then I knew that cat was really, really scared).  I felt sorry for him. I am glad that I don’t feel the same way like Scott most of the times.

Well, Mom agreed to stay with him while everyone rode this monster. I think Mom is scared too but she didn’t want to admit it . The weather wasn’t very nice; it rained here and there, drizzling the whole afternoon. Coming off the ride,  you see the two cats:  Mom and Scott; one old, one young; standing by the tree waiting for us. It was quite a scene .  Scott was relieved seeing us again.

Next ride was the Hollywood Hotel scary drop ride (you ride in elevator up to the top of the building, then the elevator pretends to break hurling you down to the ground floor but on the way, it stops here and there , bouncing up and down like a crazy car a number of times to scare you before the final descend. Everybody yelled loud. Scott didn’t want to go either; now he claimed having a big headache. But Mom wanted to ride this time:  so Scott stayed with our uncle . His face remained green all the time whenever he is in fear.

Kevin and I really had a good time because we tried every ride. They had American Idol audition here too. I asked if Scott wanted to try out.  He said he didn’t bring the violin. Scott could make you cry with his violin or the violin cries itself out every time he plays.  Anyway, Mom and I plan to go to Vietnam next summer. I promise him we will check it out about the band situation over there for him.

Maybe Scott will be popular as a one man band in Vietnam, he will be the youngest (Mom says Music Band over there uses old people; plus Scott speaks English so well; the folks can practice English with him in the spare time while they wait for jobs , and they can teach Scott Vietnamese).  He can eat all the Jackfruit he wants (Scott’s most favorite fruit from Vietnam. He gave Mom $50.00 to buy one big fresh Jackfruit two weeks ago so the King can eat himself) He couldn’t finish so we got to eat with him.  It is nice to eat fresh Jackfruit, not the frozen one.  I like Durian better. Kevin doesn’t care for either of them.

We came back to the hotel after a long and exhausting day at the theme park. We ate at Pizza  Hut then coming down to the pool for late night swim sessions. They had a nice Jacuzzi which you can only dip in for 15 minutes, then go to the big pool. Scott dove into this hot water hole and coming out crying because the hot water almost boiled his eye balls.  Can you believe this (the temperaute was 102 F.) . He should have read the instructions before jumping in.

P.S:  We got really nice birthday presents from our aunt and uncle plus our GrandMa took us out to buy nice clothes. We want to thank them for the wonderful time we spent with them.

We arrived at  Jacksonville,Florida last night  9p.m after one full day flying and transfering from airport to airport. It was a very long trip because of the tight security at every airport.We had to check in and out, then go to the planes. We were so tired that we went to sleep right away, no dinner at all.

Waking up around 8 a.m, Mom could not wait going to the beach :Mom’s favorite vacation place after Vietnam.  We went to the beach this morning .  It is about 1/2 hour from our grandpa’s home. We got there early. There were not too many people,  and the sun still rested low on the horizon.  We got our surfing boards in the water , but there weren’t too many big waves to push the boards any where.  So I just floated on the board.  Kevin and Scott played with the sand, building a sand castle.

After a while, Kevin got bored and he started to throw sand at me.  It wasn’t very nice, but he kept going and I cried about 5 times til he stopped.  Mom swam full speed.  She has been in the water the whole time;  my Dad got sun burned like a lobster because he sat by the pile of clothes to guard the keys of the car (Dad is always a careful man) while Mom ran away with the water.

Dad kept motioning Mom to come up to guard the pile so that he can go to cool down in the water. Mom kept ignoring him so he was stuck on the beach, being roasted by the sun the whole time.  Poor Dad. Our uncle, Lap, burried us deep down under the sand up to our necks Scott had a hat and a pair of sun glassesand kept wagging his head and smiling the whole time.

After a few hours of sun and sea, we went to the Golden Corral restaurant (Kevin’s favorite place:  all you can eat heaven).  He had salad, then 2 full plates of Macaroni, and a bowl of ice cream in the end.  We have been here 3 days now, and we went “all you can eat” 3 times. I wonder what will become of us at the end of this vacation, which will be 11 more days in Florida.

I stop and go to rest now since I am very sleepy after a full day in the sun.  Hope you all have a nice summer vacation. Kelly Nguyen.

Golda, our female Chihuahua, is a violent creature! She got into a fight with Nicky over a chicken head, which Mom brought out for them. Nicky must have gotten really mad that every time food arrives, Golda grabs the biggest bite, runs way , gobbles it down as fast as she runs, then reappears and takes the next bite as big as the last one.

Chili gives up, just stands around to watch Golda in action. Nicky got so mad this time that he started to growl and fight with Golda. But like always, Golda got the chicken head anyway and ran( Scott says it’s her nature to be a fast eater) I say she is a greedy dog . I tell Mom she should divide up the food, and let Chili and Nicky have their shares first.

Well, Golda is no longer a concern for Chili and Nicky! She ventured away one day through one of the holes in the fence, and never returned. Most likely, one of the neighbors or a passerby picked her up and kept her. She has not appeared on the Animal Shelter Web site for lost dogs, so most likely, she is now somebody else’s pet. We really miss her. Hope she doesn’t have to fight for food like in this house.

We got a day off yesterday so we went to YMCA to exercise as Scott wished since he thinks he needs to lose some weight. After 10 minutes on the treadmill, Scott switched to the row boat equipment. Scott was quite a scene to look at: he got a quilt cap with flappers covering his two ears, he wore dark sun glasses, and he got a short on to show off his skinny legs. He looked like a rat on the exercise machine: sweating and huffing. The hat keeps falling off every minute, so he has to use his hand to straighten it up.

After the hard work, Scott wants to eat at “In and Out Burger”. In no time, he gobbles down 2 Cheese Burgers and a big order of fries. He becomes very silent after the meal – a sign that he overstuffed himself.

Two more days of school, and we will have the Spring break for the whole week. I can’t wait. We will start planning birthday party for Scott and I: we will be 10 years old. Mom will make big party for us since she thinks number zero at the end of your age means something very big that we are getting older. It’s so much fun packing up goody bags for my friends.

Kevin’s writing is so sloppy that Papa made him do tracing like a toddler. Scott’s is not good either but still readable.

Every Friday after school, you see both of them line up sitting in front of the computer like 2 scientists working hard, but what they do is really concentrating on playing games; no talking, just playing so hard and being so serious.

They only start talking when they have to do the homework. It’s a very strange habit.


Mommy, I love you the reddest.
I love you the color of the tasty licorice,
waiting for you to eat.
I love you the color of a shiny , juicy apple
sitting on the table.
You are as cozy as a knitted blanket.
You are as red as a salmon swimming
through the ocean.
You are as red as lava coming out
from a volcano.
I love you the color of rubies that make
you shine like a star.
I love you the color of the United States
of America flag.
You are as red as the feathers of a robin.
You are as red as the wine that you drink.
You are as red as the crayons that I
use everyday.
Mommy, I love you the reddest.
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New School

We got accepted to the new school , Heartwood Academy. Yesterday we went to the orientation to register; it was held in the cafeteria. It was quite scary the way the principal presented the letter of commitment that students and parents need to sign in order to go here:

– Summer school is required for 3 weeks before school start .

– To arrive at school everyday by 7.15 am (Monday to Friday), and remain in school until 5 pm .

– Complete all homework every night. Tell the truth. Keep good behavior.

The list goes on and on for the whole page of all the things we are supposed to do. This school prepares for college from 5th grade ( Kevin already visited one college here in San Jose while his friends from old school visited the park for field trip) .

Scott didn’t look too happy hearing these new things. He thought by the time he got to 12th grade, would be the end of his study. He could relax and get a job . Then in a few more years, he would be old enough to have a girlfriend. Scott has already laid out his plan until he attended the meeting. Quite a big shock.

Scott looked really sad and worried, why all this much hard work and not much free time like the public school we are going to now ( teachers are so relaxed , super nice, and super easy ). We even got Honor roll without too much work.

I see how much Kevin has changed since going here. He has become an old man, and also lost his beer stomach from the summer in Florida.

I wonder what kind of life we will have once coming here? At the meeting, they even made us sit up straight, no slumping unlike the way Scott likes to sit – always spreads himself out on a table. He can’t sit straight .

Probably the only reason we like to come here is the wonderful Spring trip the school takes the good students of the 5th Grade to Los Angeles( they don’t let everyone come, only the superb good kids): Students get to visit a few colleges , then going to Disneyland. They will get the chance to stay in very nice hotel for the whole week. Kevin can’t wait for this Spring trip which will happen next month.

Sorry I can’t write too much this time because I don’t feel too happy about this place – just reporting what’s going on this week.

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