Juliet:
To think that he has been here all this time
Listening to all my inner thoughts
As though a god were he, inside my mind
Peering in with no thought to my heart.
Alas, if he were not my Romeo
I would be free to smite him hard a blow
But it is he, my one and only love
And so I stop and look to God above.
But…Who is he? This stranger with my heart
Who is he? who stole my soul away
In what way did he move my doubts aside
In what way does he steal my breath away?
I know not of his past or future ways
But I do not fear that he will cause me harm
For some unearthly, blinded, wicked reason
I’m too far gone to even be alarmed!
If death be brought on by my Romeo
To death then, I should more than gladly go.
Monday, April 26, 2010
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Blank Verse Diary Entry: Benvolio
Character: Benvollio
Time: Frustrated at Romeo
If Romeo could stop to think then he
Would surely see that his dear Rosaline
Was not the angel that he claims to be.
Can beauty be contained in one lone soul?
I know the world enough to safely say
That not the perfect, flawless, sweetest girl
Could ever surpass love of many women
Dear Venus, if that [Capulet] her were she
Would never stoop to a low Rosaline.
And I, this dear friend of our Romeo
Have no choice but to end this tale of woe
By sending a fair maid of highest talent
To steal the heart of my friend, son of [Montague]
Monday, March 1, 2010
A hero of my choice
I think that the person who invented the calculator is a hero.
It's obvious that their call to adventure was after countless hours of solving math problems by hand or with an abacus (which is almost equally as slow). They wanted to find a way to solve math problems accurately and quickly: so they invented the CALCULATOR.
The obvious set of trials that this person had to go through was the actual brain work that goes with inventing things. He had to think about how to invent a calculator, and how to do so flawlessly. The calculator is meant to do simply math problems for us perfectly. It would probably have taken multiple trials to make a calculator, and tons of time would have been applied. People would have told him he was crazy and to give up and he would have had to concentrate and complete his masterpiece. (muhwahwa.)
Finally, he is able to sucessfully invent a calculator. This by far is one of the most amazing achievements (in my opinion). He probably would have been quite grateful to himself and benefited from his hard work.
After this, he spread his wisdom and his invention to the world. This was a blissful treat for students, teachers, and mathmeticians worldwide and continues to benefit people today.
Monday, February 8, 2010
My story as a shipwrecked Sailor
If somebody asked me today how I managed to survive being shipwrecked in the middle of nowhere, I smile, nod, and say, "I didn't." Because that's the truth. I DIDN'T survive after being lost at sea. When I think back to that brief period of time where I was stranded in the middle of the all consuming ocean..I think it's safe to say that I was terrified.
I never meant to become famous after returning home as the lone surviver off of the Brilliance Cruise ship. I only boarded it because luck decided to take pity on me , and let me win the ultimate cash prize of 1,000,000.00 US dollars from a lucky lottery I participated in a few weeks ago. The price of the cruise was, of course, free, and I enjoyed free luxurious meals as well as the best room of the house, second only to the Captain's chamber.
There was a sudden storm. Nobody was prepared for it, and as there's no cable on deck (extremely regretfully I might add), even VIP passengers such as myself were caught completely off guard. To make a long story short, I was flung over deck by the other members of the Cruise when they realized that the only way to save themselves was to throw cargo and other "unwanted items" (including me) over board. I would have protested if I wasn't half asleep through all this. I could have sworn it was all a dream except that the next second I found myself underneath a dark swell of a wave, coughing and screaming internally for my life.
I woke up: drenched, scorching, uncomfortable, with a mouthful of gritty sand. I was tired, and a little scared. I didn't know the tiniest bit of what to do when deserted on an island. Or peninsula. Or wherever I was stuck. I had absolutely nothing with me, except for the bath towel that was still wrapped around my head.
I huddled underneath a shade of some tall trees nearby, and cried.
When I woke up next, I was lying in a hospital bed. And that's how I survived.
I didn't.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
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Monday, January 18, 2010
Poetry Slam Poem
Poetry Slam
(English POEM)
“Sometimes”
Sometimes,
People we trust
Are the ones we need to
Separate ourselves from.
Sometimes,
When we want to stay,
It’s just the time to pack up,
Turn around, and
Walk away.
Every time,
We don’t guard our hearts,
Every time we let our feelings overpower our emotions,
It’s just another excuse,
For sugar-coated heartbreak.
Sometimes what we have to do
Sometimes what we have to say,
Is the only way
To save ourselves from the same old mistakes.
Reflection:
I believe that my poem wasn't the best poem to use in a poetry slam. Maybe next time if we have to write another poem for a different poetry slam, I will write a poem with a stronger emotion running beneath it. It was a unique experience to be able to stand up on top of the table and use the podium and be the center of attention. Although it was weird and I could feel the pressure that came from that, it was good to feel that people were paying attention to what I had to say. I wrote my poem based on a feeling of heartbreak and regret; it wasn't a poem with a feeling of anger and hate within it. I feel like it didn't quite match the mood of the other Poetry slam poems. However, I still think it was a pretty good poem. I really liked how You-Kyoung's poem was long but full of figurative language and a bit of irony. Her poem was also unique to see because everyone in the room could really connect to it.
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