Sunday, September 22, 2013

Foggy Glasses

I stand here on a treadmill. I’m looking out into the night to see twinkling lights in the sky and cramped apartments blocking everything in this little suburban village of mine. The mosquitoes dance around outside like little fireflies. These little blood-sucking monsters dance up and down my bare legs and leave little bumps on my skin. There’s a cool breeze gently caressing and teasing my hair. It leaves goose bumps up and down my spine and I shiver from the coolness. The festivities for Vinayaka are still in full swing with drum beats sounding in the distance. The noises somehow make this night more peaceful than usual. My fingers trace along my collarbone and all its little crevices. Colors dance in front of my eyelids and I open them to see flames. A campfire erupts next door and seated next to it are three very bald men. They each have a smart phone out in their hands and an abundance of alcohol to last the night. They lean back in their seats and laugh about something stupid. Do you know I’m up here? I see you, silly little men. I see you're up to your usual games. You tell your mother good night but what you’re waiting for is for her to fall asleep so you’re friends and you can have a few to drink. The fire crackles and I can feel the warmth all the way up here. They each have a dinner plate in their hands, filled to the brim with Biryani. Lying next to one of the men’s foot is a Coke bottle and a whiskey bottle. How do I even know it’s whiskey? The things I pick up from random conversations still surprises me. A car alarm sounds off on the next street over and leaves my eardrums tingling. I can hear dogs howling in the dump in front of the house in perfect synchronization. Smells waft into my nose from downstairs and fog up my glasses. A new bottle has now been added; a vodka bottle with a bright orange cap. The inverter beeps in the background causing me to jump. Uh, the smell of burnt wood hangs in the air around the airheads and sets them into a fit of coughing. Now that I notice, they’re all sitting around in their boxers. It’s always baffled me how some people think it’s weird that girls wear boxers. Boxer shorts are probably my favorite things to wear. I was hoping to go for a midnight stroll today but I’d better be getting to bed soon as part of my pledge to improve my sleeping patterns. 

All of a sudden I went into secret spy sleuthing mode. I opened the house door and then the netted iron door beyond that ever so carefully before picking up my adida’s flip flops and made myself out on my tiptoes while praying that my Mom shouldn't wake up. Once out I stood in the cold for a moment, watching the shadows dance along the wall along with the flames. I hope the guys don’t see me, they’ll think I’m spying. I kind of was, but still. I tiptoe up the stairs to the terrace diverting my shadow from their view. I stand on the terrace with hands wrapped around myself. I don’t mind the cold… Tank tops and boxer shorts are the absolute best.

There are four apartments on my street, two of which face away from my house. Most of the lights are turned off in their homes but some bed lights are left on for the little ones. I hear cackling laughter from next door and decide it’s better to go back inside now. I repeat the process of silently sneaking back inside and sliding the locks into place before leaving my flip flops on the floor.
I’m back on the treadmill, sitting with my legs crossed and laptop resting on the flooring of the treadmill. The guys next door seem tipsy now, singing songs and dancing around the fire. One of them decided to do Gangam style and epicly fail at it. Now they’re playing the popular Lungi dance song. *Thalaiva* God, I find it annoying when other people obsess over that song though.

Drunken people always have an interesting perspective on life. It’s pretty entertaining to watch them go from “slightly loony” to “What’s my name?!” Haha. They’re pretty good singers, though. It’s hard to stop myself from singing along with them. It’s a catchy song!
My neighbor always had pretty good taste in music unlike his horrid sister whose favorite hobby is yelling at people.

Oh my goodness. I take it back. They suck at singing. This is too funny. I’m going to die. xD            
 He’s trying to sing a remix now. Oh god, he’s so stupid.
Here's the link to him singing. I can't upload it properly on Blogger. So,

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Why I Dislike Braces

Notice how it says dislike? I'm trying not to use the word hate so often. To be honest, I don't hate braces. If it wasn't for them, I'd still look like a gerbil with an overbite. So it's all cool, but there are still so many things that aggravate me. Here we go!
1. Bubblegum:
I can't eat a single piece of gum without it getting it stuck in between the wires,brackets,metal bands and just about anywhere. Takes forever to get out. I curse my friends every time they start chewing gum around me. They ask me if I want a piece. I always say "Yeah!" and then remember how long it's going to to take for me to get it out later so I just hand it back. Just wait until I get my braces off next year guys, then we'll see who's laughing!
2. Ulcers,Sores and Cuts:
In the beginning I would use the gel that the doctor prescribed for cuts. And let me tell you, that thing is like ambrosia. Like, seriously. It would heal within an hour. But I kept licking the gel off the wound without realizing because it made my entire mouth numb.
Why did that sentence sound so wrong....
Anyway. Pretty soon I couldn't even be able to tell when I got a cut because I got so many. Just didn't care anymore, I guess. Was used to it. 


3. Gawkers:
I love little kids. I love making them laugh. But I can't do that when they look at me like I'm a freaking monster about to eat them. I see a kid looking at me and I smile at them and then they look scared for their life. I follow their gaze to my mouth and my braces. I probably look as friendly as Bane from Batman. After the staring, they run to their parents to ask what's wrong with me. I usually avert my gaze because I'd just rather not know what they tell them. I mean what if the parent told the kid I have like some disease or something. Frickin' people are so ignorant nowadays.


4. Pain:
On bad days, my teeth start hurting more than usual and it just really gets on my nerves. This one time, I forgot to floss before I went to my appointment (I ate before I stepped into the office) and he just took out all his frustration on my mouth. He was just like, "I guess I'll have to clean them before I can replace the bands". He jabbed me in the gums a couple of times and scraped my teeth so hard I could feel it in my head.
Some of my very lovely friends enjoy punching me in the face several times whenever we meet up, so this adds onto the pain.
Shout out: I know you're reading this, you sadist. 


5. Entangled:
I can't even tell you how many times I've got my braces stuck in an item of clothing.
I was wearing this lace-sleeved dress once in class and was resting my face on my arm and when my friend called for me, I turned around. I was talking to someone so obviously my mouth was open, as soon as I turned around, my braces got stuck in my lace sleeve. It got so entangled that my teeth were starting to hurt. My friend couldn't understand what the hell I was doing or trying to say. After she realized what I was trying to say, she helped me untangle myself. It was pretty funny.
I was trying to bite my way through a loose piece of string on one of my t-shirts and  it got stuck in my teeth.
I've got my tongue stuck between the wires way too many times. And it hurts!

6. Painkillers:
Ibuprofen is the only painkiller that my doctor prescribed for me so that's all I use. See, the weird thing about me is, I actually enjoy the pain. I'm weird that way. I don't know why! I guess I want to test my tolerance for pain. My Mother thinks I'm crazy when I tell her, "It hurts. It's kind of annoying, but I like the pain".
So I just randomly took this quiz. "Would you take a pain tolerance test?"



7. Spitting:
I already have very poor control over my salivary glands and with the addition of braces, doesn't give a good result. It's disgusting. I'm not even going to explain this one.


8. Brushing:
Brushing hurts sometimes and it's such a chore. I always get the bristles of the brush stuck in the brackets. And to get those out, I obviously need to brush again. *Face-palm* 


9. Carrots:
I love carrots. I like eating them raw but with braces, that's not possible. I was eating a baby carrot once and it literally ripped my wire out of the brackets. I got it fixed back up and the same thing happened again. So that sucks.


10. Orthodontist:
My orthodontist is downright evil. About two months back when I asked him how much longer I need braces, he said barely a month. Last month, when I asked him again; just to be sure, he said 3-4 months and then laughed after seeing the horrified expression on my face. He's a douchebag. 


11. Appearance:
Every god damn person always says, "You would look so much better without braces".
I'm sitting there thinking, "Do you remember what I looked like before? You said I should be getting braces then. So shut up and let me suffer in peace". 


12. Bands:
My orthodontist used to let me pick the colors of the bands each visit and then *poof*, "we'll stick with gray for now". It's so hard to pick a color while I'm laying down with the over-light piercing into my eyes. If you expect me to pick, then at least put them in my field of vision, moron. Stupid orthodontist. 


13. Wiggly teeth:
There is always a tooth that I'm scared might fall out. The braces are putting a lot of pressure on my teeth so it seems logical that a tooth could get dislodged or something. 


14. Baby teeth:
It's so annoying when people ask me if I still have my baby teeth. As if that's the reason I have braces in the first place. This question is so stupid because you're not supposed to put in braces until all of your baby teeth fall out. 




Saturday, September 14, 2013

A Fail at "My Day In Pictures"

So I decided to do this thing. Not much to explain, just basically what the title says. I'll be taking a picture every hour or so because let's be honest, I'm not that OCD. I'll be out for most of today so I'll try my best at this.
Since I stay up late everyday, I decided to start this at midnight. 


                            ON SATURDAY, SEPTEMBER 14TH



  • At 12:30 A.M


Since I have nothing else  to do with my life, I spend most of my time on Tumblr, Facebook, Instagram, Blogger, YouTube and occasionally coding random programs from my textbook exercise on Code Blocks.

  • At 1:30 A.M

 
I finally found the PDF for Insurgent. SO what do I do at 1:00  in the morning?! I start reading a book! -_-


  • At 2:30 A.M Sleeping
  • At 3:30 A.M Sleeping
  • At 4:30 A.M Sleeping
  • At 5:30 A.M Sleeping
  • At 6:30 A.M Sleeping
  • At 7:30 A.M Sleeping
  • At 8:30 A.M Sleeping
  • At 9:30 A.M Sleeping
  • At 10:30 A.M


    I woke up at 9:56. The first thing I did was turn to the window to get blinded by sunlight. Then, let out a blood-curdling scream... Just kidding. I'm just over-exaggerating. I tossed around in bed for a few more minutes and looked at the digital wall clock. I cursed myself looking at the time. 'Should have gotten up earlier'. Then I brushed my teeth.                  

                        

    As I'm brushing my teeth I hear a guy's voice from the living room. I assume that it's my sister's Telugu (language) tutor. I lean back to see who it is. It's our mutual tutor. 'Shit. Should have just acted like I was asleep till he was gone. Ugh. I don't want tuition now.' I wash my face and make my way to the kitchen. Mother assures me I don't have tuition today. Thank god.
  • At 11:30 A.M

                  

    There's this book called 23 memories, put together by two very inspiring people. Vidya and Syddarth.  I guess it's their story depicted on pen and paper. They have long since parted but I still love it. :)
  • At 12:30 P.M.

             

    I just finished getting dressed for my orthodontist's appointment today. I decided to lay back and watch a movie for a while. But no, my sister needs help picking out her clothes. -_- I open her closet and I see a clothes avalanche coming at me. I push all the clothes back in and start looking for a reasonable wardrobe. Every dress, shirt, jeans, top I take out, I get the same response, "I didn't know I had that!" Agh. After half an hour of rummaging, I managed to pick out an outfit she liked and I finally got out of there. Ah. Head hurts.

     
  • At 1:30 P.M.

                 
    My face when she asked me to come back and pick another outfit. Ugh. This girl is driving me insane. By the way, I definitely don't have a double chin I don't know why it looks like that in this picture. *sigh*
    Don't mind the background.
     
  • At 2:30 P.M.
    No pictures available. I didn't do much. I got in the car and we drove to the mall. Spent about an hour in traffic. Pretty damn boring. Most of which I felt like I would start vomiting. Agh, my driver sucks at his job.
  • At 3:30 P.M. 
                   
             Picture from Google. As if I would take a picture of their store.

     Spent shopping at Globus (clothing store). So imagine me running around a clothes store and a bunch of people staring at me; the crazy chick speaking lightning fast; in an out-of-place American accent. Then flying in and out of the dressing rooms throwing clothes this way and that. And once, hitting myself in the jaw with a clothes-hanger while unhooking a dress from it. *face-palm* And almost collapsing afterwards. Also the girl that a bunch of guys (about 5 guys) couldn't help gaping at as she was waiting in line to order at McDonalds, for god knows what reason. They actually made their friends (who were two girls) sit down so they could stand in line instead and just spend the entire time staring at me. Weird people.
    When the first guy spotted me he literally elbowed his friend and whispered into his ear whilst staring at me. His friend then proceeds to turn around and starts jumping up and down asking 'Wheree?!' And he nudges him again saying, "Not there, right in front of you!". As soon as he sees me, he tries to act totally chill while he tells the rest of his friends. In my head: "Tell me what's there to smile at, I'll smile with you. Dipshits".
  • At 4:30 P.M.- "Same as above"
  • At 5:30 P.M.

                   

    Got to the dentists' at 5:10 and as usual, spent half an hour in the waiting room. Most of which I spent furiously texting one of my best friends about what a horrible day it was turning out to be.
    (This is the second picture I stole from Google today)

  • At 6:30 P.M.

     We left from the mall and made our way to the pop-up-bazaar flea market at the N-convention. Spent forever in traffic and was talking about comics the entire way with my sister and mom.
  • At 7:30 P.M.
                   
    Picture taken during preparations. (Before we got there) Thank you Facebook.


    Reached the pop-up-bazaar and paid the entrance tickets at a whopping price of 200 Rs. each. We walked in and the first thing I see is an outdoor bar. *Holy shit, my Mom's going to kill me!!* I did not see it coming at all. The Facebook page said 'A kids event'. So why the eff is there alcohol?! Damn. Steered my mom and sister away before they could notice and went to check out the stalls. To be honest, it was a frickin' waste of time. Every single thing was overpriced; from the food to the merchandise.
    The entire event was aimed at debutantes and socialites. So we were definitely the wrong crowd. Agh, the attitude on some of those people. Just ugh. From tragically fake accents to devastatingly fake expressions to basically overacting about everything.

    "Oh mah gawd, guys! Look at this awesome painting of this dude. *touches painting*" Me mentally: "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?! THAT WOMAN JUST SAID SHE SPENT HOURS PAINTING THAT. WHY WOULD YOU FRICKIN' TOUCH IT?!"
    And the painting was of The Godfather. [I don't know which character, as I've never seen the movies. Don't judge me.]

    The guys couldn't even hold in their alcohol and the women could barely take care of their children. Truly a bad example.
    Even among all the glitterati, I definitely would have managed to have fun if I'd been there with friends. But coming with family was definitely the wrong thing to do. I even saw one of my seniors with her friends there. Mom told me to go say hi, but fearing that she might have been tipsy, I steered Mom away. If I'd talked to her totally drunk and my Mom noticed, she would confine me to my home even more often.
    Didn't take any pictures except this one picture that my sister took.

                         
    My face looks terrible and my hair was a mess after I stood in front of a ginormous outdoor fan. *face-palm* And the expression on my face and my inability to smile in this picture is due to a group of six guys seated at a table to my right staring at me. Ugh. Eff this shit.
    Only reason I'm posting is because that's the whole point of this post.

                    

    I found this little stall with all these little magnets, notebooks and wall hangings. I couldn't help but buy these two books after seeing the smiles on the two girls faces when I was asking about the merchandise.
    I spent 50 Rs. each on these books and there's absolutely nothing special about them. But I guess, I thought of them as souvenirs.
    The lady explained the meanings to me but I forgot already.
    From what I can make out:
    1: "Everything jungle"            
    2. From what she said this means, "Everywhere I see, there are buildings"

    I actually have no idea what either of those books say, I'm just winging it. I really need to improve my Hindi.

    I'm like the dream girl of every retailer/shopkeeper/con-man/anybody who sells anything. Just so gullible.

                    

                                           *Me on the left*
    I got this caricature drawn of me and my sister at this one stall. I truly love how he depicted me in this drawing.
    Why?
    During the entire time I sat there while he was drawing me, I thought, "Oh no, I can't smile. Uh-oh, my hair is so messy. Agh, I can't even look at him in the eye, so awkward. Oh my god, well, this is going to be what I look in someone else's eyes."
    I was dumbfounded when he handed this to me. I'm very self-conscious about those little locks of hair next to my ears but after seeing this drawing, I thought maybe they weren't as bad as I thought. And my inability to maintain a smile. My eyes always seem happy but for some reason my mouth doesn't cooperate. He managed to capture that in this drawing as well.
    Or am I just over-analyzing this? Either way, I'm happy with it.
  • At 8:30 P.MStarted from the flea market and spent forever in traffic again.


                              

    Finally done after a long day. Thank god. On my way back home. The Metro work seems to be progressing slowly.
  • At 9:30 P.M.

    Got home and crashed onto the bed. I put on a pair of shorts and a tank top and now I'm chilling in my room. There's nothing good to watch on T.V., so I'll probably watch a movie online. Yay, for piracy!
  • At 10:30 P.M.

    At the moment I'm watching 50/50 on the tele. I love this movie.

  • At 11:30 P.M.
     
                        
    And as for the last picture of the day, is a sneak-peek on a project I'm working on. With my expertise procrastination capabilities, you won't hear of it until another couple of months.

     Today was so exhausting and frustrating. Thanks for sticking around.

    -V

Skinny People

Really annoyed about something. Sooo, rant time!
This is going to be one those really cliché posts but it's alright.
So, Dear skinny people, I envy you. I envy those perfect legs and that flat tummy and everything else 'you got going on'. But guys, there's a limit.
If you're not anorexic, bulimic or have any other eating-disorders or diseases and you still look a frickin' skeleton, you've got no excuse. Like seriously, what the hell is wrong with you?!
Okay, my bewilderment about this is mostly due to the fact that I'm on the chubby side, but we're not talking about me right now.

I just saw this picture of one of my friends in this pretty dress and all I could think was, "I see the dress, but where's her body?!" Her hands look like little sticks messily glued to her body by a six-year old. Her hand and most of her arm-I think, is supposed to be resting on her waist, but it just looks like a misplaced toothpick. There's a difference between a fit body and whatever the hell you are. God help you. My mother literally uses you as a warning for me when I don't eat. "You better eat or you're going to end up looking like *bleep*". Dear bleep, I've seen more meat on a chicken then you.
"I'm trying to gain some weight." BULLSHIT.
Anyway, in the midst of looking up a synonym for bulimia, I came across "you so skinny jokes" and I'd like to share them with you.

  • You so skinny, you strap popsicle sticks to keep from falling down the drain!
  • You so skinny, you have to stand in the same place twice to cast a shadow.
  • You so skinny that people have to save you from drowning by tossing you a cheerio.
  • You so skinny when you turn sideways, you disappear.
  • You so skinny if you drank through a straw you'd fall into it.
  • You so skinny that even Barbie's clothes wouldn't fit you
  • You so skinny, you can dodge raindrops.
  • You so skinny, I could blind-fold you with dental floss.

DISCLAIMER: I do not mean to offend anyone by this post. If you're skinny and proud of it, good for you babe! Props to you! 
At first, I thought the skinny jokes seemed a bit harsh. They still do and I hope no one takes it to heart. Just take it lightly.

Dear Bleep, I could never imagine you reading this but if you do someday:
I don't know if people tell you this often but you seriously need to put on some weight. No, don't listen to those guys telling you that you shouldn't. I'm considering your health, 'cause I don't want you to like die of malnutrition or something. So put down the stupid vitamins and eat some real food. If you hate me by now, too bad. Buh-bye.

P.S.-I've said this already but I just wanted to say it again. I am in no way targeting specific people. Everyone has their imperfections. :)


*Nom Nom Nom*
                             
                        

Friday, September 13, 2013

College and Clothes

As I've said a countless number of times before, I'll be starting college soon. Possibly sometime this month. I'm pretty excited for the next chapter of my life to begin but there's one thing that I dread terribly. 
A dress code.
After four years of wearing a putrid green-colored tunic uniform paired with braids/ponytails, I expected to have lots of freedom now. But of course not. So I thought I'd break it down for you guys that are as clueless about this stuff as me.
The dress code for the college I'll be going to is "traditional Indian attire". 

The girls' dress code:
-Salwar Kameez

-Kurtas

-Kurtis

                                               -Uniform[I'll be a given a special uniform to be worn during practical exams, exams and other special events. I don't know what it looks like yet, but I bet it's terrible.]

Salwar Khameez: 
Salwar are loose pajama-like trousers. The legs are wider at the top and narrow at the ankle. The khameez is a long shirt or tunic. The side seams are usually left open below the waist-line, giving freedom of movement. These are paired with a long scarf or shawl called a dupatta around the neck on the shoulders. 


  
Salwar Kameez
Kurta:
A kurta is a loose shirt falling either just above or somewhere below the knees of the wearer. These are usually paired with leggings. Kurtas are ideally knee-length or longer
Kurta

Kurti:
Kurtis are typically much shorter than the traditional garments (like Salwar Khameez and kurta) and made with lighter materials. Kurtis are worn like blouses, usually over jeans. Kurtis are waist-length or hip-length. Kurtis are usually worn with tight-fitting churidar pyjamas. Churidars are tightly fitted trousers. These trousers are naturally stretchy and are also longer than the leg ans sometimes finish with a tightly fitting buttoned cuff at the ankle. The excess length falls into folds.



FIN
So the above is mostly how I like pairing the clothes. People wear knee- length kurtis with jeans but I absolutely detest it. I guess it's one of my pet peeves.
I'll probably be doing more of these Indian attire posts in the near future. Seeing as I won't be wearing a nice pair of jeans paired with a tee, dresses, etc. so often for the next four years. *Sigh* *ah, college* :/ 


-V

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P.S.- There is at least one of my friends laughing at this post right now. 'Sup dweeb?                           
                      


Sunday, September 8, 2013

Saturdays.

It's Saturday night and it's hotter than hell. AGH. I turned the air conditioner on and put on a pair of shorts because I just can't deal with this heat anymore. Mom gave a bowl of lucky charms cereal. Ah, how I've missed lucky charms. 
The Spiderwick Chronicles is playing on the tele. This is such a pleasant evening. :)

Okay hold up. This isn't my diary.
So there's this silent movie playing right now called 'The Artist', it's pretty funny. I remember watching silent films growing up, with my parents running into the room out of nowhere saying "This is the best part!" Especially the Charlie Chaplin films. Dad still loves those. 



Shit. I posted this late again. UGH. 

Saturday, September 7, 2013

Pretty Vain.

I don't really know what do when people call me pretty. I'm like, what? It takes a while for me to make sure they are talking to me. I don't consider myself pretty. Not in the least bit. Sure, my selfies say a completely different story about how "self-obsessed" I may be, but i truly don't even  find myself the very least appealing. When people compliment me on the internet, especially strangers, I find it even more hard to believe. I mean the people I know and am familiar would compliment me out of modesty at the most but having a total stranger say nice things to you is surprising. The other day, this girl said something to me after seeing one of my pictures. It was, "If that's you, you're really pretty! :)". I almost felt like asking if she's got the wrong person. 
This isn't one of those posts about how "society's version of beauty is so wrong" or blah. 
I just. Can't. Process it. Like.Why on earth would you go out of your way to compliment a total stranger's picture on the internet. Sure everyone does it. But when it comes to thinking about just me, it's kind of hard to understand. Like WHYYY?
This is one of the many things that I can't understand in my life. Agh. If anyone has a good enough explanation, comment something. Or if you feel like I'm being a total dipshit and over-thinking this, then still tell me. 

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Short Story 3

For the last two days, my Mother and I have been cleaning my study room. That is, completely cleaning it after nearly 2 years. I've found lots of funny stuff and little memories and notes among the piles of junk.

So here's an extract from a story I'd written in the tenth grade. I was supposed to be studying for my History Pre-finals but I'd already perfected the book. So I thought I'd try my hand at story-writing.

Note: There are soo many spelling mistakes and grammatical errors. Please don't mind them.
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December 15 1865


       The french troops first came to Vietnam just a few days ago. They are coming in so fast. Father says that they can never take control of Vietnam, our home! But there is something he is not telling me. The words he speaks just aren't truthful. I fear something bad will happen. They all are hoping for the best. But will hope really save us?

My name is Trang, I live in Da Nang, Vietnam. Our family is big but our home is small. My mother says that the French are the reason behind our miseries. We can barely get a full meal. My grandfather and grandmother also live with us. They are too elderly to live on their own. All they do is sleep and occasionally get up whining at mother for food. My parents are very kind to them. They respect them greatly. I have never heard Mother complain abut them. 
Trieu, my older sister. She is eighteen years old. She is quite troublesome as my parents would describe her. Trieu is not pleased with our family's wealth. She always says that she wishes to have been born into a wealthier family. My parents hurt greatly at these words. They try so hard to please her. 
Even my brother works for our family's benefit. Anh, my brother, makes most of the family income. But even so, I heard my mother saying that the job will not last forever.

January 4 1866

       Brother came home with the most wonderful news today. He was offered a job in Tonikh as a translator. One of his friends' uncle has offered to teach him French as they are in need of a translator. For once, our small home had a cheerful atmosphere. My parents were so proud and my sister was babbling on about how she would go there and marry some rich fellow. Even our old grandparents were filled with joy.
But there was something wrong. I felt as if we were forgetting something.
"Wait!", I told them. "Is it just you moving to Tonkin", I asked my brother. Everyone's expressions grew grim. But he only smiled and said, "I am not going, we are going". My mother immediately disagreed. "Your grandparents cannot take the journey", she explained. "I have to stay here and take care of them". My parents went outside with my brother to discuss what must be done. I looked at our grandparents. They were sad again, the happy atmosphere was gone. Our house was back to normal. My sister had left the room already. I went and stood at the window for what seemed like an eternity. My legs grew numb, but I stayed there, waiting for my parents to come in. After about two hours, they came in with satisfied looks on their faces. "We decided", my father said, "Trieu and Anh will be going to Tonkin, you will stay here with your Mother and I". 
"What?!", I screamed. "Why do I have to stay here?"
"You are too young", my father replied.
"I am not young!, I am fourteen years old". before my father could say anything more, my brother interrupted, "I am perfectly capably of taking care of both of them Father, and like Trang said, she is not young". My parents only stared at Anh for a minute. A look of understanding spread across their faces. 
My father turned to me and said, "You are right, gather your belongings, it's a long journey". I jumped up with excitement, I hugged my parents and thanked my brother. I flew from the room before they could change their minds. I could hear mother say, "Only take what you need", to my sister. I giggled, I was going to Tonkin!