smile for me. (:

today after running around the track my feet were in excruciating pain and so my coach made me take off my shoes and my socks.

then he looked at my foot and said: oh my goodness!

and i said: what! what happened?!

but he kind of ignored me and kept saying to himself: oh my goodness, my goodness.

i was about to strangle him but then he said: evangeline this is why your feet's been hurting for the past few years. you have flat feet.

and i let the words sink in. but i was puzzled. i didn't knoe what flat feet was. -_-

i was confused, blog. feet that was flat?! what's so bad about flat feet? aren't all feet flat? because if they're triangular or round on the bottom--people wouldn't even be walking. @_@

._. so i asked him what flat feet was and he told me that it's when you don't have an arch on the side of your foot and it's supposed to relax the muscle or something. i wasn't really listening after that because i was sad. because i had flat feet. then he made this girl take off her shoes and her socks and he showed me what an arch was. and then he said: you don't have that.

then i felt bad for not having an arch. so i said sorrie. ._. but he said it wasn't bad to have flat feet. so i sighed with relief and skipped away.

i told joseph that i had flat feet and he said: oh really?! aww that sucks. it's a disadvantage to people who do sports especially running. too bad for you. you'd run way faster if you didn't have flat feet.

and sabrina said: you have flat feet?! that means you can't walk a lot. and flat-footed people aren't allowed to join the army because they can't walk.

and everyone else just laughed about it. -_- or said: aww that sucks.

-_- erhg. my coach lied. flat feet IS bad. especially for crosscountry and track. @_@ and i can't join the army?!

._. i was thinking i might join the army just for fun. or marines. jerry told me to. but i guess not. BECAUSE people with flat feet can't join the army.

oh well. steph told me not to join anyway. but i heard that you get to run if you join the army. (: run five miles every morning. and of course a lot more.

FLAT FEET. does that mean i run like a duck? ._.

*sob* i don't think i want flat feet, blog.

and how come no one ever told me that i had flat feet?! -_-

oh wait. mrs. chan did. i remember one time i went to the chan's house and she mentioned that i had flat feet. but at the time i didn't even knoe what she talking about. so i said: thank you. @_@ aosid. she must've thought i was a stupid girl.

-_- okae. i don't want to think about it anymore, blog. maybe i should just run on my toes like kyle said.

or i'll just pretend that i don't have flat feet and believe that i have a beautiful arch on the side of my foot. (:

-_- but that's not true. i'll be tricking myself for life. i wish coach didn't tell me that i had flat feet today. and if he didn't, i'd probably never find out that i had flat feet and feel unsad.

and i checked christina, angela and abraham's feet to see if they had flat feet but they all have pretty arches and no flat feet. -_- i'm going to check my parents' and marianna's tomorroe. and steph's when she comes back.

and if NONE of them have flat feet, i'm going to cry. ._. i don't want to be the only kwan to have flat feet. *_*

so i hope one of the kwans have flat feet. that'll make me feel better.

if you become a person, blog, i hope you get flat feet. then you'll get to be like me. (:

oh well. i have flat feet. -_- and God made me that way. so i'll be happy.

i was talking to jonathan yesterday and he was sad. ._. poor jonathan. he's one of the people that i really don't like seeing sad. and i began to feel kind of sad too. ._.

it's weird because i was sad on thursday. and *dun dun dun* it was the same reason as jonathan's.

A zNrICE 8OY: it's just funny
A zNrICE 8OY: just how we're on the same page

ehehe. we became books yesterday. ahaha get it?! and we're on the SAME PAGE!

and if you see us, i'm the blue book and he's the pink book. (:

AzN cHiNk GuY: yer blog is seriosly interestin
AzN cHiNk GuY: i bet if you put it in a college app it would be awesome

-_- i can't believe reube reads my blog. i can't believe anyone reads my blog. i can't even believe i'm blogging right now. -_- a;soid. okae. i'm going to make myself believe that i'm blogging.

maybe i SHOULD start on my college essay early huh. i'll write one paragraph everyday. that way next year i'll be all done. while everyone has to panick about their's. like jordan. he was panicking about his essay. he said he mentioned me in it. (: i'm referred to as the "drummer." but of course my name is not mentioned in there. -_-

christmas shopping is so stressing. -_- i went for the first time this year with christina and terry. we went to brea mall to find out that we couldn't afford anything there. @_@

i told chrisl that i wish i was at rich as reube and spenroe but then he said reube is a cheap boy. -_- don't worry, reube. i don't think you are.

but i'm serious. if only i had infinite dollars, i could buy steph a credit card and support her hilton orphanage, buy my father a bright shiny red pick up truck and my mother a mercedes and costco and a maid to clean up the house, christina a dance studio and complete wardrobe and angela an art studio and pants, abraham--a library and his own computer, marianna--a mirror house and loads of white paper so that we won't yell at her for wasting computer paper when she wants to draw. and whatever they want.

and cover up church's funds. and give to the poor. and to the rich. to wilson high school so that they could remodel everything so that it'll look even better than diamond bar hs. and to fix the "w" that faces the 60 freeway. and to buy everyone a nice expensive birthday present and also christmas gift so that they'll feel special. and probably give money to the president if he wants any.

and to anyone who wants any too.

and treat people out to lunch anytime they want.

and so i could buy my pink slip, permit, and license. and a letterman jacket. so that the patches have somewhere to belong. and a grand piano. and a bass guitar. and a NEW drum set. so i wouldn't have to use the old purple set at church. -_-

so i could buy a the biggest house in the world so everyone can come and play.

and so i could walk through brea mall and afford to buy something.

and lastly, to free you, blog.

but yes. if i had an unlimited amount of money, i'd just throw it up in the air and pass it out to people.

actually, there's too many things that i'd do--i think my brain is about to explode and my heart from the excitement.

but i can't get too excited about it because it's not going to even happen. sadly to say, it all belongs to the land of if only. -_-

oh well. we don't really need money anyway.

i learned a song in second grade. it was in my level two piano book. it was a sing-along song that went like this:

money can't buy everything
money can't make you a king
money can't buy you success
money can't buy happiness
but for one thing i am sure
money doesn't make you poor
money doesn't make you sad
money can't be all that bad.

yes. money can't buy happiness. ahahaha! i don't need money. here, you can have it blog. i think i have two dollars and eighty-two cents in my wallet.

just kidding. i need money to buy christmas presents. -_-

so we went to target to see if there was anything we could afford and to tj max too. and chrisl showed up and he said he'll buy me those kind of cars that always ram into the wall for my christmas present because that describes me. -_- i was not amused.

well, blog--jordan's not angry at me anymore. (: thank goodness. *shudder* it was so scary. but i guess i learned my lesson. along with sarah and gloria. -_-

i just remember the guys: wilso, wilbur, timmy, spenroe and alex laughing really hard--especially WILSO--laughing the hardest, longest, and loudest. -_-

tatdatassup: no more jackin cars
tatdatassup: or you'll really get arrested instead of jordan yelling at you

-_- and he kept calling me a car jacker. but i'm not. ._.

oh well. jordan was nice about it afterwards. and he said he didn't feel bad for yelling at me. -_- but of course he won the argument for the day. well we're still best friends, RIGHT jordan?

._. i hope we are, blog. don't worry. i think you're my best friend too. (:

my mother scared my father today. (: which is good, because he never gets scared. every time we try to scare him from behind the door he just pretends that he gets scared and says: ahhhhhh! in a very exaggerated way. -_-

she said: OH I KNOE! in cantonese: ah! ngo jzi doh lah! and it was so abrupt and loud that it scared him. (: ehehe. i saw him jump up.

and when someone gets scared, they look rather undignified and feel embarrassed. and i guess my father felt undignified because he told my mother not to scream like that again. or else he'll suffer from a heart attack. (: eheh. and he said it four times after that to make sure she understood. but she wasn't listening to him because she was deep in thought.

i saw santa clause but i couldn't find the elf. -_-

oh i knoe, blog. maybe santa's waiting for me to show up to work. :D