Flying days

i can still remember vividly the beginning days of my time in the US. The days I spent absorbing all kinds of new things that deemed "new" to me--for my mom is for me to learn english; for me, is to absorb a much larger mass of knowledge--the american culture whether it be its history or its contemporary pop culture. As a teen, just like everyone else, of course i liked american pop culture instantly. therefore there goes so many hours wasted watching American TV soap operas like Sabrina the Teenage Witch, 7th Heaven, days of Our Lives, Passion, etc. Now its kinda ridiculous to think how much time I spent doing that~ but one thing i do not regret at all is to spend so many hours in the beverly hills public library :)
My mom would drop me and my cousin off at the Books for Teens section of the library every day before she goes to work and then pick us up after work (which ususally means we have to wait outside the library since it closes at 6pm). We would spend all entire days there reading whatever we find interesting. For me, i just digged in the teens romance section, filling my appetite for adventures with random cute stories written by teen novel writers. Two books still remains in my head because of its distinct cute covers-Flipped and Star. I forgot the authors but i still remember how i did my book report on Flipped in 7th grade. we were required to read a book and draw characterlines, write plot summaries and make something creative. I finished the book in no time and started writing my own little story with the characters in it: bryce and juli. Thats when I first found out about the boy name "bryce" i thought it was so cute! The 12 year old me imagined my own "bryce" and dreamed of my own prince charming. I had an artistic instinct need I mention. I loved drawing and painting. For me to paint something abstract onto a canvas is like the act of Creation. I drew the cover of Harry Potter, spent hours and hours using color pencils to recreate the Goblet of Fire cover drawing. This time re-creating the cover of "flipped" is a simple task: its blank canvas with a flipped chick on it, literally. I like to remember books by their cover's color scheme: Flipped was bright yellow and Star was teal green.

T'was the days when life was filled with rainbows & butterflies.