... reply. I run to my father's room, crying, and telling that someone is in my room and I doesn't know why he was there. After my father solved the problem for me. We were all laughing about it. My father said, "In the Philippines, eating with hands are their culture, you will never see this in Taiwan." In Taiwan, everybody use chopsticks to eat. Nobody will use spoon and folk to eat, because that's a kind of hard. Just like my first time used the spoon and folk. I doesn't know either to use my left hand to hold spoon or use my right hand. People have longer weekend than Taiwan. Both Sunday and Saturday are their weekend. In Taiwan, we can only have Sunday and half ...
... bastards callin me a buck-o" Roger yelled as his hudge buck teeth bit his bottom lip " I'll kick your ass". Then Roger jumped In his shit brown FORD truck and started the engine (well I mean tried to start the engine because he had to pull start it). Then he speed out of his driveway and took off with smoke coming from the tires (and from under the hood). He caught up with the Cougar and started hanging out the window trying to hit the car but he couldn't hold the steering wheel and do bash the car at the same time. So he got THE CLUB out from underneath his seat and put it on the steering wheel. So he got the Baseball bat and started hanging out the window hittin ...
... strawberries, and perfectly round indigo blueberries-it made my mouth salivate, and I knew that I had to taste one. As I edged toward my seat, I noticed Little Ceasars advertising grease puddled on top pepperoni pizza and a frothy mug; emersed with crisp cold beer…this teased my temptation. With only a few dollars left, and my arms filled with delectable treats, I finally reached gate 201. I pushed the heavy blue drapery to my side. Standing in awe, my eyes scanned the gigantic arena. Everyone, including myself could feel the anxiety dripping from the air. Music blared, colored television screens lit up "Let's go Wings" and fans swung their red and white ...
... camp started, I talked with the Japanese friends I had met at the airport because I was too afraid to speak in a language I had studied for only three months. However, I wanted to make American friends because I thought it was senseless to come here if I only talked with Japanese friends. On the second day, we were divided into teams with three to five Americans on a team. I tried to use my poor English to make American friends, but it was really difficult. First, I could not even introduce myself without looking at my note book in which I had written a few sentences down. Second, the Americans had never had any Asian friends, so they were surprised when I b ...
... would be shown how to operate it. Instead the attendant said in his sweet Irish brogue, "It's the wee red one over there," and handed me the keys. Still dazed by the sudden entrance in to "The Spell" we sped off in our wee red Ford Fiesta. Every so many hundred yards along the road signs reminded us to "Drive to the left." On the open road it was no problem, however moments later in the congestion of Wexford I was near panic, yelling at Travis to help remind me what side of the street I was on. It didn't help that he often mixes left and right up in his mind, some sort of hereditary functional disorder. I almost broke out in sweat when I had to make my first right ...
... down, the icy walls creates a shiver at the slightest touch. The black, elusive ground, makes a sound like a quivering stew. All around the foundation, bloody clawmarks indent the frosty barrier. Fingernails screeching fills the dark space. One, two, three, steps more, and the tail of a snowy bushed monster creeps out from around the corner. It's ample structure growls throughout the barren, frozen lair. Once it's boisterous voice has echoed throughout the entire cavern, the mysterious creature peers from around the enclosed corner. Waiting, watching with hungry eyes and a ravenous mouth. ...
... and dusty bodies we were ready for warm showers and soft beds. Upon exiting the park and traveling along the long strait path of the highway home we spotted a dark hole in a rock formation along the side of the road. Being true cavers and adventurous types we decided we had to poke our heads in to take a look around. I veered off the road in started heading in the direction of the rock formation. Unfortunately although driving along what seemed to be tracks I was getting myself deeper and deeper into very soft sand. This was my mistake, traveling along a path that was untested and the whereabouts of the destination unknown. "Are you sure you know what you are ...
... and I were to party this weekend. Finally Friday came but it seemed like an eternity. By the time I sat through six hours or boring nonsense at school, I knew the fun was coming, slowly but surely. I Finally got on my trip down to my buddy Scott’s house, it seemed like a long trip because I had to ride my bike there. But he lived right down the road so it wasn’t that bad. Also I knew that it would all be worthwhile when I arrived there and we went to Mandys. After a while of watching television, Scott and I decided to go on down Mandys. We got down there after walking down to pitch black, roughed up road. We turned up the pot hole filled driveway, I ...
... and broken parts. The bumper was folded underneath to my tires, the front lights were shattered and the front fenders were fractured with cracks everywhere. Officer Gage started to take my report :”I was adjusting my rear view mirror when I saw the flash of white, I realized it was a car and tried to brace myself if could not find a way around or to stop. He struck me and I don’t recollect hitting the driver in front of me.” All the other drivers had the same story and we exchange licenses and insurance cards. Feeling a little uneasy about driving I got back into my car and drove back to Hemet, where I had to reveal the news to my parents. Reaching my par ...
... do was play the past events over and over in my head. I couldn't believe it as I looked at a shiny gold and silver card. This card signified all of the rights and privileges of a professional supercrosser. Now I would have the right to race with the worlds best. “Dad look it finally came!” I shouted. My dad looked at me with silly grin and said “Well you knew it was coming, you won your 25th race last month.” As I stood there with a smile bigger than the sun on my face I said “I know but I am still excited about it. Just think I will be racing side by side with Damon Bradshaw and Kevin Windham.” He just smiled and patted me on the back as I tu ...
