ｔｈｅ ＲＡＩＮ ［Ａｕｄｉｏ Ｐｏｓｔｃａｒｄ］

As far as I can remember, the first time I came to Michigan in 1997 or '98, I was at my cousin's house. At this point my parents and cousin went house searching while my cousins and I were in the house. That day, it poured rain like there was no tomorrow. I just sat on the couch looking through the window. Waters were piling up in the street.I thought that the world was going to flood, and I won't be able to see my parents again. But I stay calm. It continue raining hard, and harder. Then there was the police siren in the background. I don't recall if it was for the TV or was it from outside.

Every time I hear rain, it gives me this sad, almost depressing feeling. It reminds me of my childhood, before I came to Michigan. It's not just the rain either. It is also the fact that I can feel it. After the rain stop, there is this really cool breeze that blows by. I love to close my eyes and reminisce back to my childhood in California. It is ironic that a place like Michigan can remind me so much of California, especially my lovely childhood life that I dearly miss.

Ｍｙ ＡＭＡＺＩＮＧＬＹ ＡＷＥＳＯＭＥ Ｂｒｏｏｍ

Here are images of my instruments. Although it looks like an ordinary broom, it doesn't sound like an everyday broom would.

Ｍａｒｋｉｎｇ ｍｙ Ｔｉｍｅ ［ｐｏｅｍ ｉｎｃｌｕｄｅｄ］

Every morning:

• My Mom gets up @ 4 AM
• My Brother @ 7 AM
• My Sister @ 8 AM

Around noon during the summer in downtown Northville, on a Friday, the Firetrucks will go on their practice rounds.

We have a lot of morning glories, and when I say a lot, I mean it. So either if I am in the back yard, or in the front, I know that it is morning and not the evening.

My hair tends to grow quickly, especially my bangs. It takes at least 3 to 4 days for my bangs to grow from the above my eyebrows to the point of my eyelashes. So every 3-4 days I will be trimming them.

ALARMS [the poem]
Human Alarms At
4 7 8
WAKE UP! DON'T BE LATE!