I just came home from school, and in an hour I will go to my piano lesson. After that, I will have math tutor in peace, as Stephen and I won't have the same schedule anymore. We spent half of math tutor on Monday screaming at each other--he can be so annoying sometimes.

I went to the mall last night with my mom and my Aunt Lorna. She's leaving for the USA tomorrow so I thought I might spend some time with her. Besides, I've never been to the mall on a school night. Anyway, my aunt's been reading my online journal and she was wondering about the Dance Revolution. And she wanted to see The Sixth Sense. So off we went.

I was feeling pretty cocky when I got to the arcade. There were a lot of people but not as many like the weekends and Friday nights. Perfect, I thought. The people hogging the Dance Revolution machine were some girls who looked like they were fifth graders. Dorks, I thought, rolling my eyes. Hurry up, will ya! We pros don't like to be kept waiting. They were hogging the machine like they owned it, and I almost said it out loud. But then after waiting for a couple of minutes, I realized that they were pretty good. In fact, they were tons better than I was!

I suddenly felt small in my baggy jeans and Skechers. I would be soooo embarassed if I wasn't even half as good as them. And to think I almost boasted about my being a "professional" in public! Finally, my turn came. And I sucked. Big-time. I actually failed in Paranoia, and I'm usually good at that song! I am sooo glad Stephen wasn't there. I could imagine what he would say if he knew that I failed: "You failed in Paranoia? I don't believe you man! I mean, that's a real easy song!" Easy, my ass. Anyway, my mom and my aunt didn't think I was so bad. I wanted to try it again but we were already going to be late for the movie. I wonder if those fifth-grade girls were making fun of me.

According to my classmates, who already watched it two weeks ago, it was a real scary movie. As in can't-eat-can't-sleep-without- checking-to-see-if-there's-a-paranormal- being-watching-me scary. Then they gave me detailed accounts of every ghost Cole (the little kid) had encountered such as the girl who died of cyanide poisoning and all that stuff. They also told me how it ended and I was thinking of telling the ending to you guys too. But because I am such a kind person, I decided to forget about ruining the whole movie for you. Maybe next time.

So naturally, based from my classmates' overrated descriptions, I thought the movie would be real freaky. I looked soooo stupid--I would close my eyes every two seconds. But it wasn't scary, it was just creepy. In fact, I think it's kind of sad. Death sucks cause you have to leave everything and everyone behind ("My cellphone! My boyfriend!"). But hey, at least you can scare the living sh*t out of your mortal enemies and such. I plan to haunt John Kim when I die.

My cousin, Jaynell saw a ghost once, a day before my Uncle Oscar's birthday anniversary. I wrote about his birthday anniversary last November 4. Actually, my cousin's only four years old, but I don't think she's got any eye defects or anything like that so she's a reliable witness. Anyway, Uncle Oscar died of leukemia last April , then my cousins moved to Ohio a month after . But before their move, we all met together at San Francisco and I remember her for being such a smart kid. Anyway,she calmly told her mom and dad that she was sitting on Uncle Oscar's lap at church. My uncle David (the dad of Jaynell) thinks it's true because they never talked about his death since their move and Jaynell didn't know it was the birthday anniversary of my uncle Oscar. It sounds a bit creepy but I don't think I would mind much if my Uncle Oscar suddenly materialized before my very eyes. He used to play practical jokes when he was alive but I don't think he'd be cruel and scare me to death by showing himself to me in all his decomposing glory. Just a thought.