We were browsing the mall for shopping.  We went to Sbarro to buy some fancy pencils from Japan. I wanted to buy a text messenger but I thought about the batteries it would need;  I didn’t want to buy it.

Next, I wanted to buy a lunch bag. Then I thought about the time Mom bough me a Barbie lunch bag when I was in first grade. I didn’t even use it and threw it away. So I didn’t even want the lunch bag now.

Finally, I wanted to buy gum, but then I thought that if I chew gum, it would hurt my teeth, so I didn’t buy it either.

Afterward, we went to the B@N bookstore. Mom saw one book “Deal Breaker”. It’s about how to spot bad guys from good guys. Mom asked if I want to buy. I looked at it and said “No”, but I asked if I could have the money instead. She said “NO”. Such a deal breaker!

On second thought, I think Mom should buy the book for her “Lonely club”, so the members can learn how spot the trouble makers. Mom always says the problem starts when you can’t read people’s mind or keep getting the wrong messages: “Always look into the eyes; a bad person usually won’t look you in the eyes when talking). I notice that Nicky (our male dog) always looks into the eyes, so dogs never lie.

I notice Mom’s members don’t like to read at all.  Neither does Scott.

He’s extremely allergic to books. Scott is allergic to everything in this life except the fun time and his Action Figures. Mom and Scott are identical twins, except for the reading. When Mom is down, look at Scott, he will look very depressed. When Mom is up, Scott looks so happy. It’s such an amazing pair.

Yesterday Scott used Scotch tape to tape his front right shoe.  He likes this pair so much that he did not want to throw them away even though one has one side wide open exposing Scott’s toes. (Scott offered to Mom that he will wear Kevin’s shoes and Mom will offer him some money instead so he can buy something else; no need for new shoes).

Scott looks like a homeless boy. We went to Walgreen on Thursday. A homeless man asked if Scott has any money. Scott said he’s broke but he promised to come back next week with some money. So his homeless friend is waiting for Scott.  This man knows Scott well, he will approach Scott for money every time. One time Scott gave him all the money he got.  When he went inside the store, he had no money left; he almost cried. So Mom paid for him.

Hope Scott will have a good career so he can help his friends out.


Today is Sunday and it wasn’t a very good day.  Kevin didn’t want to study.  He got detention by Dad.  He can’t be playing on his computer for one month.  Later during the day, we went to YMCA to swim.  He wouldn’t come into the Gym, so Mom and I just went inside doing our job.  One hour later, we came out finding Kevin lying on the floor of the car in the back seat, sweating like a puppy just coming back from his daily run.  He got a tear on his cheek and sweat all over his body. I wondered if he had been crying for one hour straight.

Kevin said he checked around with his friends from school if they have to study on the weekend, and none of his friends have to work this hard.  So Kevin, Scott, and I don’t feel too good about all this extra work.  Scott says we should stage a strike (Scott just learned this idea from his Social Studies class.   If workers are not happy about pay or conditions of the work place, you can strike to get what you want.

Our pay is getting lower since last week. Now extra homework time, but still no pay for extra work.  Mom says we need to study for the Star test coming up in April or May. Then after Star test, she would say we need to study before Summer break. There is always an excuse for study. I like to take off and go somewhere, far away from school.

I probably get back to my old habit of drinking Latte so I don’t feel so stressful about my life right now.  Mom has to go back to work and the poet isn’t too happy about her current situation either.  Mom thinks poets should be excused from work so they can sit, look outside to the sun (in the day time), or the moon (at night), and write whatever ’s coming to the poet’s head.

Lately she can’t produce any poetry because her boss is after her at work.  (She probably writes and works at the same time).  Mom likes to save time by doing two things at the same time.

Everyday, coming home she has to cook for us and the dogs.  Our dogs are spoiled now: they won’t eat dog food.

I hope someday I will win the lottery so I can take Mom and the rest of us going around the word.  All of us can be excused from school for a while because we will be so rich.  Any degree can wait for a few years.

Mom is getting very tired from doing overtime on everything .At night, she has to be on guard with the phone for emergency from her “Broken-Heart Shelter” (Mom is the President so she has to do lots of work for members).  Most members are depressed so they don’t want to do anything besides talking about the issue.

We don’t have to go AA meeting any more because we are going to have our own meeting at the house once a month.  All members will gather here to eat and talk about their not too good situations. Mom lets me be the Secretary of the club so I can observe, make tea or bring cookies to the sufferers.

I’m very excited about this new job.  Soon we will need to go to Office Depot to buy some supplies for the meeting.   Mom says we will have to fix our Karaoke system so members can sing when there is nothing else better to do.

I can’t wait for the first meeting.

It’s late, I need to sign off and go to sleep now.

Kevin had a day off from the new school so he came back to his old school to visit his old friends. He met all the football players (most of Kevin’s friends want to be football players when growing up, so this is all they do at recess: run and chase ball. They don’t care too much about homework or classroom activities; they like recess much better).

Kevin used to be a small boy last year, but not anymore after this past summer. Now the football players seem to respect Kevin since he has grown so fast into a big and not very skinny boy. He lost some weight because Mom put him on a diet. His friends gathered around him, talking and asking about his new school. Then Kevin started to chase ball with them until the bell rings.

Scott used to chase ball also. Both Scott and Kevin used to have basketball lessons. Dad got mad because Scott just stood there, letting other kids get the ball. He was scared of hitting the other kids. So that was the end of my brothers’ career in sports. The only game I see that they are both very aggressive is their video game.

Kevin tried to recruit his best friend to move to his new school by saying they will get to go to Disneyland this year, also his school serves three meals a day, while I only get to eat only once at my school. His friend, Jessie, thinks it is such a good school that he will ask his Mom to enroll him in. The only detail Kevin left out was: You have to wake up at 6 am to get ready for school. It starts at 7.15 pm, and does not end til 5 p.m. Any kid who hears of these long, crazy hours would have second thought .They are very strict here: if you don’t stand in straight line before going to class , they will mark off point. The more point you lose, the less you get to go on the field trips.

Scott knows it by now, he isn’t looking forward to this new school. He likes the easy, relaxed atmosphere at our school now. Every day, he barely gets out of bed by 8 am, and we have to be in the classroom by 8.30. Luckily, he dresses readily the night before , and it’s only a 5 minutes drive from our home.

Mom was reading a book about meditation, so she reads to Scott about monkey mind – how a mind jumps around if you don’t sit still and concentrate at your work. I think Scott is a monkey with a shrieking laugh.

Mom will try to make us sit and meditate because she‘s got a meditation magazine to help kids sit and be silent.

This meditation will start next week when we have the Spring break.

Yesterday, Mom started a beauty treatment by putting tea bags on each eye for 5 minutes, then cucumber slices on the under eyes to reduce puffiness. Scott wasted no time to copy the treatment, but he used two pieces of Scotch tapes taping the cucumber to his face so that it will stay in place.

You should see Scott with cucumber under eyes walking around the house like he‘s just being beaten up by bullies.

Sorry to end this writing on such an ugly picture of Scott!

Today is Friday – my most favorite day of the week. My friend Elizabeth went home with me after school to play. From the mail box, there was a flyer about someone who lost a dog, a German Shepherd. It said the dog have a tattoo on the inside of its rear leg. This is the first time I heard of dog with a tattoo. Poor dog! He must have been in pain to have this tattoo done.

Last Sunday, Mom took us to the temple with the picky Monk because we had not been there for some time. This monk will chew you up for the whole sermon if you don’t put the shoes at the door in place. He will only talk about shoes and nothing else. You won’t hear about Buddha but shoes and shoes only. I think Mom taking us here so we can learn how to line up shoes nicely.

This Sunday was also the absolution day (Buddha will forgive you your sins if you bow to him 100 times). These are very deep bows to the floor, then raise your body up to the standing position, then lower your body down all the way to the floor again, then you have to kiss the mat on the floor. I guess after doing this, any aggressive person has to be humble and nice because he’s so tired, no more strength to fuss.

After about 10 bows Kevin quit! I heard him huff and puff for about five minutes – then completely out of air, then cold quit. Scott followed suit immediately; no more bows. Scott isn’t a patient kid especially when it comes to hard work. That was it ! Only Mom and I were left. We just kept going on and on to make a good example for my brothers; but I think they didn’t care anyway.

The 2 boys just rested on the chairs like other senior citizens being excused and sat on the chairs watching the sinners huffed and puffed their sins away.

I kept looking at Kevin and Scott but they tried to ignore my eyes anyway. The chief monk also gave them some look that wasn’t very friendly .

Finally Kevin took off going outside; so did Scott. Seeing them flee, I didn’t feel too good about bowing anymore. So I stopped and quietly sneaked outside when the monk was kissing the ground. Mom kept on till the finishing line. The first time I saw Mom kept up her commitment. She probably had lots of sins to ask for forgiveness.

Coming home after this bowing session, she wrote some poem about absolution. After doing something so stressful, the poet can produce some really nice work.

Going to school this morning, Scott wore a pair of jeans and an old army jacket with the hood .  The backpack was so heavy that it dragged him down like Santa Claus carrying the big present bag . Scott looked like a little mouse going to the field for work. Scott just got some new pant; he goes through a new pant every two months because he always  gets it torn by the knee.
Kevin gets too many A’s lately that Mom has to reduce the reward fee.  Scott also makes some good money from his A’s, but once he thinks he gets enough to buy whatever he wants, he won’t work hard any more.  Scott is the man who knows when enough is enough. He’s not a greedy boy.

Last night going to bed Scott cried like a 2 years old baby because somebody stole his little tech deck, and he thinks I stole it because I was right near it while he was taking a shower. But I swore I didn’t do it, but once in a while he kept on saying ” Give me my toy back!”. We could not get any sleep at all because he was whimping the whole night.

I saw a friend  with a “Tea cup puppy”, she told me it costs $3000.00; you can give this dog a bath in a little teacup but not putting too much water or the poor thing will drown. I want to have this tea cup puppy. Wonder how long and how much I have to save to buy this puppy.

I just read tip from a beauty book:  I should avoid frowning or I’ll look 50.  Also I can do my own manicure instead of going to a salon and wasting $10.00 plus tip. I was thinking of 2 Lattes for the $10.00 saving from the manicure, but maybe I will save money  for the “Tea cup puppy” .

Thinking of Latte, I haven’t been back to AA meeting because I had been cured of the disease: Haven’t had a drink for almost 3 weeks. Wonder how my toothless friend is doing,  will come back to visit him sometimes.

Mom has a friend who is going through  crisis right now.  She cries from morning til midnight, also cries at work . She was heart-broken because she was in love with Mom’s cousin (Mom introduced this pair to each other). The cousin was wooing her by emails because he worked overseas. Then half way, the cousin just disappeared for no reason, this lady went crazy by the sudden change of wind.  Mom tried to hunt down the cousin  for her friend but no avail.  So every night Mom has to talk on the phone to calm her friend  down. I heard both of them curse the cousin out a lot.

This lady happens to be  a very good cook, the sadder she is, the more she cooks for Mom to eat; the more Mom eats, the more she can cut and analyze the situation better.   I surely learn a lot about love from Mom and her friends: Men change their minds a whole lot so you should prepare when this happens, no surprise, no crying, “Just deal with the animal”   (Sorry for the strong language but Mom says this   when she dispenses serious lessons about love and men).  Mom even went further telling her friend to imagine that her cousin gets sick about something that he can’t write anymore.  I wonder what disease that stops you from writing to your loved one.

I think Mom should open a “Broken Heart Shelter” for all her lonely lady friends; she likes to rescue hearts. My late Grandma used to tell her not to get into this introduction thing because people wouldn’t say “thank you” when thing goes well, but when it gets nasty, the matcher will be blamed first.  But Mom can’t help herself, she does it from left to right, and all the times:  can’t stop and won’t stop. I can’t wait til I am of age to  see how she will find match for Kevin, Scott and I.

Kevin’s best friend moved away to Livermore to live with his Mom and the new Dad. We went to his Mom’s wedding a month ago. Most of Kevin’s friends moved away from the old school. Some parents even got divorced. It is so sad.

The parents of another friend, Henry, got separated last year. Henry is very sensitive; he’s still distraught over this incident that he has to go to see a therapist with his Mom every week. I heard the husband change his mind. He wanted a different lady. I notice men change their minds a lot.

Mom says it is the way God make man and woman; I just have to be careful whom I pick when I grow up.

Most of my friends’ parents got divorced. They stay with the Mom during the week: every Friday, the Dad will pick them up. They have 2 separate houses. It is neat because the Dad would spoil them on the weekend; the Mom would spoil them during the week. I notice they do puppy eyes all the times like Scott making the parents giving them what they want.

I am glad my Mom is too old to get divorced. If you ask her to do something, and she doesn’t like to do it, she would say she is too old to do it. Some night when I am not too tired and sleepy, I will tug Mom in bed because she is too old to get out of bed to tug me in.

Well I don’t want my parent getting divorced; I want to live with both of them. My Mom is a lot of fun to be around. She is the director of the house; she even commands the three dogs and all the fishes. Without Mom they will be starving because Mom feeds them daily with very good food. Golda got egg rolls last night (Mom made a bunch for our teachers).

Yesterday we went to YMCA for exercise. Kevin wanted to do the treadmill; this was the 1st time for Scott and I to be in the exercise room; we used to do swimming only. Scott wasted no time to hop on the treadmill and played with the screen. As soon as he found out how it worked; Scott let it run, then tried to stop it by dragging his feet on it. The instructor came to remove him from the exercise room. So he went to play basketball himself. We did one hour of exercise, then one hour of swimming. Kevin looked happy and fit. I felt very good afterward.

Since we got the laptop, we all have to write letters to our aunts and uncles every week, telling them what happens during the week. You will see Scott’s and Kevin’s work more often from now on.

The meeting

Mom thinks we need to put me on the rescue plan ASAP because she believes in doing things now, not later. She called for AA phone number, talked to the lady to find out where the meeting would be held.


Last Sunday we went. It was raining really hard. The meeting was held in a big old house with a basement. It started at 8.00 P.M; we came in at 8.10 because we didn’t want to come early. We went into a room where we saw one meeting was going on. There were lots of Mexican and black people, only a few white people. I was the only child there. After sitting for 10 minutes, we knew we were in the wrong place: it was for Cocaine Anonymous.


So we tiptoed out of the room and looked for AA meeting. It had a sign pointing downstairs so we went down. It was a smaller room with about 10 men, one white woman. There was a black man who must be the chief, sitting at the front table facing the audience. He talked about how he had been sober for 19 years and still going to meetings to keep himself in check.


Each person introduced his first name and had a few minutes talking about how and what he need to do to keep himself in control, not letting the beer or liquor being the boss. When it was Mom’s turn, she just introduced her first name, not giving the speech. Mom is a thinker, not a talker, but when she talks she would shock people with her thoughts. She tries to make people laugh most of the time. Mom doesn’t do small talk like lots of other people, I notice.


There was one Mexican guy who talked about his recovery. He was the best dresser there, all in black with a black hat also. I noticed he missed two front teeth. He must have fallen down while drinking. You could hardly understand what he was saying because air seemed to go through the space where his front teeth were, and make the words coming out blurry. Most of these people drink too much, they have black out, fall down a lot and get arrested by the police.

It was an amazing experience for me to see these people. Everyone who comes here need to have a sponsor so they can call to debate before the next drink. The same will be for me: I will need to find a sponsor so every time I have the urge for a Latte, I will need to call my sponsor up to ask if it is all right to go for what my heart desires. And my sponsor can’t be my family member. I wonder who can be my sponsor, and who will understand this problem I am having right now. Also I need to attend these meetings regularly to solve this Latte addiction.


Also they have a 12-steps program that you need to stick to. Next time, I will try to copy them down. I heard one guy suggest owning a dog; he had 3 dogs to keep him in check. I think we should send Scott and Kevin here to cure their obsession; in fact our whole family should come here instead of going to the mall every weekend. They also serve free cookies and coffee.

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