Journal 28: My tell-tale ending

...louder! louder! louder! louder! It’s real! I’m not crazy, I heard the sound--clear and loud! I clamped the teeth together hardly to suppress my impulse to scream out loud. I noticed the officers stopped drinking the tea I gave them earlier and starred at me with the most strangest face. Was it the time? They were ready to reveal what I have done, and they were going to mock at me: “ You thought you were genius, didn’t you?” They would point their fingers at me, I knew that, I just knew! “ Haha! How deplorable you are!” They despised me! No! No! I can’t that it happen! The sound shouldn’t turned up! Then, I saw the officers all fell down from, they tried to gasped for breath but they couldn’t. One of them grasped the rung then release. They died! I was laughing. It was me! I put the poison in the tea before I gave them, how come I forgot! No matter what, it just proved I’m wise. Oh! How wise I am! The sound was getting smaller and smaller...ha! Now all the problems solved! I deal with the officers’ copses. After these, I sit on the chair, enjoyed the victory. The sound appear, louder then before! Nobody was there, nobody... I guess, I could never get rid of the sound. Don’t get me wrong! I know how to deal with, I do. That is wise people always do.

Journal 27: Hints and Foreshadowing

“ True! I had been very, very nervous, and I still am. But why do you call me insane?” Said the narrotor of the story “ The Tell-Tale Heart”. At the beginning of the story, the narrotor told the reader that he was not crazy and actually really calm. But we all know the truth is opposite. The calm person won’t mention himself or herself is calm. And what kind of the situation would a normal person kill another person because of vulture-eye? After the narrotor did, he started feel the sense became acute, he thought he could hear everything, but that was because he was crazy. Another evidence for he was crazy, it’s when the polices came to his house. He did a good job on convince them that everything is okay, just a moment he was going to escaped-- He asked the police men to sit in the room which hid a corpse! Also the tone of grammer of speaking for the narrator, the exclamation marks, and the feeling of the whole story, the author used the first person point of view to makes the readers know more about the narrotor( who is also the main character of the story.) in the narrotor’s words, which is more natural and easier.

Journal 26: Unreliable Narrator

In the story “ The Tell-Tale Heart”, the author used a mad man’s point of view to tell the story. At the beginning of the story, the mad man who is also the narrator, told the readers that how calm he is, but the readers know that is not true because the calm people somehow wouldn’t mention themselves are calm. Especially the narrator just killed an old man who loved him just because of his one eye looked like vulture’s. However, create a unreliable narrator makes the story more interesting. We can understand the narrator’s personality or condition through his or her words. The amusing part is, since the narrator is unreliable, the readers could try to find out the truth of the whole story, it must be some details hide in the word that both the narrator and the readers didn’t notice, but the author know there are! A famous Japaness movie called “ Rashomon”, based on a murder and rape in the forest happened to different characters. The movie is famous for having an unusual type of story. The same event was described by four different people who were involved in it, and they all said different things. At the end of the movie, it still didn’t tell the truth of the whole story, the audiences have to fing out by themselves. 

Journal 25: Scary stories

Usually if the stories are scary, they mostly include darkness, ghost, dead bodies...but I think the most scary stories are the stories that happen at similar place where common people often been in. That’s how people afraid of the scary movies and stories. For me, I used to use bedquilt to wrap my feet because I’m afraid that the ghost, zombie of anything likes that will clutch my feet and pull me to the hell of the place that is scary. Even though if the things truly happen, the bedquilt might not really help, the action still brings me a sense of security because if I don’t do this, I always feel that something is going to do with my feet. When I was little, I was afraid of escalator which was silly but I don’t know why. I think it is also a kind of phobia. The most weird thing is, I could use the escalator to go up but I couldn’t go down. I even had dreadful dreams about the escalator. I remember I cried because my nursemaid brought me to the department store and wanted to go down by the escalator, she couldn’t figure out why I was crying and refused to move. Every time I tell people about how I was afraid of escalator, they thought it was funny. So am I. But I believe it was very scary to me before, just when the feeling is gone, you don’t even care about it anymore.

Journal 24" Suspicion

When the creepy music start, the light is getting dark, you feel something is behind you and some terrible things is going to happen. That feeling is suspicion. My friend and I was walking on the street, then a lady stopped me with her arm. She asked us some questions about preserving maintenance. We tried to be patient and answered all the questions she asked. After we finished the questions, the lady told us to go to somewhere with her. We didn’t even got the time to reject her or consider on account of the lady already seized my friend’s wrist and pull my friend away. I have no choice, I thought if there was anything going to happen, I could call someone for help. So I followed the old lady and my friend to a old building with dark light--didn’t look like a place for preserving maintenance. While we are waiting the elevator, my friend and I look at each other, we exchange the wink, both of us didn’t think there is a safe place. God knows what would happen in the elevator, though the person who brought us there was a middle-age lady.  Then the elevator came, just about the moment the old lady got into the elevator, we saw a man was in the elevator and about to coming out, he looked at us in a strange way then “fake” a smile. Isn’t  he supposed to come out of the elevator? Unless there was some bad thing really going to happened. My friend said sorry to her, then we ran away. We could hear she was calling us, and that make us more suspense.

Journal 23: What Worth the Effort?

Raymond is Squeaky’s elder brother, even though Raymond is older then Squeaky, Raymond is the one who need to be take care of. Since to take care of Raymond is the order from Squeaky’s parents, Squeaky and Raymond spent almost every time together. Raymond is special, often cause trouble, of course the one who has to clean up all the mess is Squeaky. Squeaky loves her brother for sure, but is taking care of him it’s worth to Squeaky?  I think even though taking care of Raymonds is tired and not easy, the extra duty sometimes let Squeaky get punishment, Squeaky still think take care of him is worth. Squeaky is a straightforward girl, I bet if she really think Raymond is a encumbrance, she would tell the readers about that. I have a younger brother and younger sister, they sometimes don’t know how to conduct themselves, so I have to stand out to help them, which is usually okay because they were little. But now they are almost 12 they still don’t really know how to behave themselves in front of the elders, especially my brother. Anyway I still help them, sometimes it’s tired, sometimes I got punishment, and sometimes...I enjoy it. And for Squeaky, she found out Raymond’s ability at the end, and finally sure that every effort worth, just if you can see the value or not.

Journal 22: Resolution

Adria couldn’t believe remember anything after the surgery. But when she saw the children and their parents were playing through the window, she still could find a special feeling from the deep of her heart, and just like before, she loved reading and listening to the happy laughing from those innocent children. She have been told she could finally have her own life one day. She was hoping that the day would be coming soon. She couldn’t wait to stand in the middle of the world and feel the wind from the freedom by her skin. She was so glad. She did not know that she had been locked in the basement for many years, she just wanted to leave. The time she stay in the psychiatric hospital she read all the books and tried to learned all the useful things from them. She was preparing to start a new life. The day finally came, she thanked all the people who took care about her in the hospital. The sky was blue, she could feel the warm sunshine on her face. These were just like what she excepted. She took a deep breath, the first time in her life she felt to cry because she was touched. She’s free now. She’s the part of the world now.

Journal21: Falling Action

Adria remembered some blur things. These years, she thought she was locked by her parents for avoiding the dangerous things happened. What she didn’t know is, she was the most danger thing for the outside world. Her parents tried to keep her at home to take care of her, but at the end she killed them with her own hands. She would never have chance to touch and feel the world by herself because if her psychosis break out, she might hurt the inculpable people. Adria didn’t want to be a monster. She knew there’s surgery for her to controlled her emotion called Lobotomy. She read about Lobotomy before, she knew that isn’t a safe surgery, but she had no choice. She was too painful, she just heard she killed her parents, and the room could always remind her the life in that basement, maybe the surgery is the best way for her to depart from all these things. After few days was the day for the surgery, the man in white gown came in and saw the tear on Adria face. He said nothing but packed Adria’s back. Adria knew it’s the time. She asked the man to bring her to the window, she wanted to see the world before the surgery. The man did. When Adria saw the sun in the sky, she cried. She stretched out her hand to fell the winds from freedom. She wished the world could be peaceful forever. Then she turned around, let the man brought her into the surgery room.

Journal 20: The climax

When Adria realized something was wrong, the man already seized her wrist and tried to took out a syringe. Adria was screaming, she saw the man pushed the syringe into her arm.  Then she felt her world was spinning, her eyelids were getting heavier and heavier......

She woke up in a white room, there was nothing in the room. Locked in the room again. She thought. But it was worse, she was bound on the cold iron bed. Why I am here? She wanted to remember something. 

Then she heard some people came in. Adria pretend to sleep, she heard a men was talking to someone: “ The lobotomy surgery will be on next Monday.” “ I undersand. Poor girl. She was locked by her parents for too many years.” A woman answered. “ Yes. Her parents couldn’t trust the psychiatrists, and they decided to take care of her by themselves. It wasn’t the best way for a young psychotic. She doesn’t know about herself, then the mental disorder broke out, she killed her parents.” The man sighed. “ She doesn’t even know she did that.” 

Adria was shocked. She couldn’t believe what she just heard, did she kill her dear parents? She felt giddy again, suddenly some frames appeared. She saw her mental disorder broke out and she was screaming, mother opened the door to check she is well or not, but she stabbed the knife into her mother’s body....

Journal 19: My Character

My character in the story is a girl who was locked by her parents in the basement, her name is Adria. Adria has black long hair just like ink waterfall, big intelligent blue eyes and very white snow skin because she never seen the sunshine for sixteen year. She smells like cat nip, probably is because that is what basement smells like. She has a soft and small voice. She often wear the green dress and white shoes. She is a obedient girl, always listen to her parents. She believe her parents was trying to protect her from danger, but she couldn’t stop thinking about the outside world. She likes reading, she thought that is the only way to connect to the outside world. Her favorite book is the “La Maschera Di Ferro”, the man in the iron mask, by Alexandre Dumas. She was fascinated with the mystery poor man who might be Louis XIV’s twin brother in the Bastille, and she thought he just like her. They both locked in a place for some reason that they don’t even know. They knew their places, but somehow when the chances to escape come, they don’t want to miss it. Now Adria get out of the basement because of an event, but she still has to find out the reason she was locked in the basement.        

Journal 18: Rising Action

It was midnight, but she still could not fell asleep. Tomorrow was her sixteen birthday. She thought it was a good time to tell, at least better then anytime. After the decision was made, she tried to sleep again. Then a big sound woke her up, sounded liked someone was fighting upstair. She ran to the door and yelled. She heard someone came and tried to broke the door of the basement, but he failed. The door was make by the hardest material, nobody can broke it. The person gave up and left. The thing he didn’t know is, the key was just left on the floor. Adria saw that through the keyhole. She needed to get out, but how to? While she was thinking, she heard her mother was calling her name.

The door was opened, mother was lying on the floor and groaning. Her body was stabbed by a knife, she tried to move her mouth to tell Adria something, but it was too late. She was dead when Adria tried to listen to what she wanted to say. Adria didn’t cry, tears never help. Never. She checked the house to make sure there’s no anyone else. It took some times because it was the first time for her to see the whole house and it was   a big house. No one was there but her father’s corpse. “ Poor them.” She thought. “ Maybe it’s the time to go and find out everything, be brave, I’m free.” But she couldn’t, she couldn’t step out of the house...While she was struggling, she saw someone was walking to the house.

Journal 17: My conflict

My conflict of the story is external, men vs. men, include some man vs. oneself. The girl was locked in the basement by her parents for sixteen years. Her parents were too worry about the dangerous outside world, they thought the best way to protect their daughter is to seclude her from the world. The girl never told her parents about she yearn for going out to see and feel the world by herself. She knew all her parents do is for her, but it was just not a right way.  She was afraid to tell her parents because it might break their hearts, as well as if she just find a chance and leave. But she didn’t have chance to escape, the door of the basement was always locked. Also, she have never been to the outside world, did she really know how to service? She could not be sure about that, she learned the things about outside world from the books, and sometimes books are not enough for her. If she get the chance to go, should her follow her dream and go? Should her tell her parents about what she want and convince them to let her go? She didn’t know what to do and she was more melancholy day by day.

Journal 16: My Exposition

Adria was locked in a dark but spacious room, just liked Bastille for the guilty nobles. Elaborate furnitures, the tablewares that made by silver and comfortable carpet. But nobody is happy if he or she is living in Bastille. She didn’t know where is the place she lived, aslo the time. Since she was born, her parents hided her into a basement to “protect her”, she had never been to the outside world for sixteen years.  Everyday, her mother waked her up and brought her some pancakes with honey as the breakfast, tasted good, but it was not what she wanted. She could only eat the things that made by her mother, she never bring her the foods from the outside world. She wondered what is the outside world looks like? Well, she was used to lived in the room on her own, but as the age increase, the curiosity got stronger and stronger. The pictures on the wall were not what she wanted, she wanted some windows to look through.  She could hear that children were playing and laughing, she could hear the dogs and the cars, the sounds just liked what she read on the books. She wanted a friend, she wanted a pet, she wanted to get out of this room so bad. She started to hate the room now.  

journal 15: Hip Hop Langage

Grammar is not complex

My teacher told me to relax

But after I got a F on my last test

He shook his head with wrath

“I know it’s hard to you.”

he said,

“But that can’t be the excuse.

Go home to study and improve,

Show me what you can do.”

So I went home with my heavy step

Hope my mother won’t be mad

I was sad

My confidence liked a flat

I try to concentrate in the Saturday morning

But My cellphone is ringing

My sister is singing

The dogs outside are barking

A terrible song is playing

repeat and repeat

Is god kidding me

Well, let’s see

Noun, verb, and adjective

What is S?

What means V?

Who says it’s easy

I just can’t see

Could, can, may and might

What is the difference?

Can somebody tell me what the difference is?

When should I put “the”

When should I use “A”

How is you?

Who are she?

Why did the Lotso said: “She DON’T love you.” in the movie?

If you are wondering my feeling

The grammar is driving me crazy

I think it sounds more like a poem.I was trying to express my feeling to grammar, that how grammar is complicated for me. I know I got a bad grammar, I'll try to improve on that.

Journal 14: Slang

Slang is the word that often been used in the teenager conversation, which is not official, but most of the people still could understand what you are saying. For example, lol, idk and sry. These are the words that people use on the internet, because it’s more convenient for typing. There’s also some words that are official, but they have the different meaning when they are slang. Ace used to means the “A”, the highest card in the poker, and now it means excellent or very good, in none it use as genius or master. For example: “ Mark can easily sing these high notes, he is ace!” It means that Mark is a master of singing.  Because the slang’s meaning is too common, it is almost official now. “ Awesome” is the word that we used when we are feeling good or think something is amazing, for example: “ I went to the prom last night, I had fun with everyone there, it was awesome!” but in the official meaning, awesome means august, it is an adjective of awe! That is weird for me, before I found it on the dictionary, I used to think that great or wonderful is the only meaning of awesome. 

I am curious about who created these slang? Slang makes the conversation more interesting, and it represent the culture of the country. Don’t just look the words on the textbook if you are learning an new language, also looks for the slang, it does help.

Journal 13: My style

I’m a girl who sometimes just don’t care about anything, I have fun and lose my image. Like I'll making fun on myself, doing some funny action, and talk about some freaky things with my friend. But sometimes, I don’t have much confidence and blush easily. My talking speed is kind of quick in Chinese( of couse in Chinese...). I often talk with some gestures, and I like to prolong my voice while I’m thinking in the conversation. I bend my brows when I’m well-less, but sometimes I think of or hear something funny would make me smiling like an idiot, and nobody knows why am I smiling. I’m not an actively girl, but I always welcome the people who like me or want to understand me on the good purpose.

 I’m lazy. For writing, I don’t like to write the outline on the paper. I eat a lot of jelly drops when I’m gloomy. I’m not sure about my wearing style, my mood decided my wearing on that day. If I feel lazy or I get up late, I would probably just wear the hoody and jeans. I actually wear jeans for every schooldays, except the day we have PE class. I don’t make up, don’t know how to do the make-up, and probably won’t do the make-up at school. 

Journal 12: List Poem

The card with terrible graffiti from 2002,

The ugly hand-made bracelet from 2003,

The strange chocolates and the paper carnations,

These childishness things were given to my mom

with the words “ Happy mother’s day” by the same little girl

So what should I do for the Mother's day?

A delicate dress should be with the gorgeous clutch

The mirror for the dearest you 

Look in it

just be happy all the year

with some flowery perfume and the same words:

Happy mother’s day

by the same big girl

So what should I give for the Mother's day?

Maybe cook you a dinner, 

or shopping together as usual

Perhaps with the kiss and hug

Would you think that’s great enough? 

So what should I give for the Mother’s day?

Journal 11: My List

card

chocolate

bracelet

mirror

carnations

dress

perfume

clutch

kiss

hug

Journal 10: Acrostic

Ask for the true life

Moving forward with my dream 

Believe myself can reach the goal

Even there’s a mountain obstruct my way

Ready to fight, nothing can stop me

Let me be the fearless one

In the unknown forest

Never give up....

A call change the life

Males can’t compare with her

Every action were the focus point

Lady Lindy, she’s a hero

I am the first female who cross the ocean

Atlantic Ocean

Every flight is the challenge 

Airplanes are my companies 

Red sunset and those sea gulls 

Heart beats for the brighten ocean  

Adventuring the different experience

Redo it again and again

Till the life end

Journal 9: Introduction To Me

 I am Amber Lin. I’m the student of grade 8, Pacific American School. I’m degrade, so actually I’m 15 years old. I’m kind of tall for girls, about 170 cm, and that is one of my sore spots. Most people think I’m a cold person if I’m not smiling, but actually I’m crazy sometimes. I have one brother and sister, they are twins, my father work in China, sometimes my mom help him with the accounting stuff. I’ve been to many school before PAS. My first school for middle school was Sagor Bilingual School, where is in the same building with Hsinchu American school. I’ve learned English since three, but I learned The most about English at that time. Affected by the friends there, I started to listen to tons of English songs and used English in the diary. Although I’ve only been there for one year, that was the best year in my life. After I leave Sagor, I went to Taipei and studied in THSH, and also cut my hair for there ( the school rules made me did that). The time in THSH was hard, I lived in a suit on my own, and I was only 13 then. The days came to grade 9, only one year left for the BC Test, the school made us stay after school until 9:00 p.m. When I got home is almost 10:30, I had to wash the dishes, do the laundry, and other stuff. Sometimes I studied if I didn’t finished my works at school. I slept only 4 hours every night. My mom thought I can’t do well on the BC Test if I continue my life like this. So she force me to back to Hsinchu Kuang Fu, I was unhappy because leaving my friends in Taipei and the BC test was coming.  I didn’t do well on the BC test so I went straight tosenior high within the same school. I spent about 2 months then join PAS. 

  And now, I’m sitting in my room and typed this journal on my blog. This is a homework from my English teacher, Mr.McCool. Sometimes writing these journals is annoying, but we need to practice the English anyway. Hope by writing these journal, I can improve my English and success one day. 

  

Journal 8: My conflict.

Everyone’s life is a one and only in the world. And every story gets the conflict, well, it gets the conflicts, since most of our life stories are long. Conflicts make the story began. The thing is, when it happened, how do we solve these real conflicts in our life?

    Here is one of the conflicts in my life. When I was in elementary school, I had a fight with someone, and after that fight, we became the haters of each others. That was really difficult time. She was really good at playing a prank on people, of course I’m one of her target, but she always do these on me sneaky, like only my friends and I know that what did she do on me. One day, We had an English vocabulary quiz. After the quiz, I stand up and came to each person’s desk, took their quizes and hand it into the teacher. At that moment when I walk beside her desk... she was cheating! When she noticed me, it was too late, and she also knows that. Then I hesitated , should I tell teacher that she was cheating?  That’s a chance to beat her down! But I’m not that kind of girl... that’s why she never afried of being mean to me, she knows that I’ll never fight it back or tell everyone about what she’ve done. I don’t want to be a snitcher , but I also don’t want her to think that I’m wimpish.  

  I choose not to tell at the end. If you feel bad after you did something, that thing might be really wrong. I didn’t feel unhappy with my decision, and I don’t think I would feel happy if I tell teacher the truth. She will pay for it someday. and actually, she never bother me anymore after that English quiz.

  

Journal 7: Three little pigs

 Once upon the time, there were three little pigs live with their mother in the forest. The biggest one was called “B”, the second one was called “C” and the youngest was called “D”. B was lazy, he slept all the day, until the dinner of lunch. C was narcissistic, he can’t stand the pigs who don’t like him. D was smart and always got A+ on his geometry. 

  One day, mama pig told them that it is the time to leave the home. 

 C pig was too lazy, he started sleeping after he found a lake and had some water. Pig B built the house by flowers, and he thought that was smart. “ My mom will be really proud of me!” he thought. D studied the book about architectural and built a firm and solid house. Curly bad wolf was a frustrated structural engineer, he’ve heard that three little pig had left the mama’s house and built their own one, he decided to visit them and talk about the architectural, cause he had nobody to talk to. He was so excited, but after he found B, who  he was going to visit first, sleeping beside the ground. He was disappointed and angry, just he hadn’t eat for almost a month, he ate B. 

  Then he came to C’s house, C was fulled of passion to the guest. Curly wolf was glad that C was nice to him, but just a second, he found out C only care about how the house look, so it collapsed really soon, just like what happened to B, the wolf ate C with the anger. Finally he came to D’s house. D's house, just like what it said, beautiful, firm, solid and minimalist. The wolf was so pulsate, he had some tea with D. What he didn’t know was, smart D already know that curly wolf ate his brother, so he mix some poison in curly wolf tea. After the wolf died, D with his new curly blanket lived happily ever after. 

Journal 6. Analogy

  You just finished your studying and ready for the test, just the moment that you just wrote your name on the paper.. you forget everything you just read, the feeling is just like your best friend push you down to the overhanging cliff while you are completely guardless. ＹLater on you can’t believe this is happening but you can’t change the truth. Then you feel hopeless, you have no idea what to do with the situation like this. You know that nobody can save you, even though they want, they just don’t have anything to do with. You sense become sharp just in the moment, like you can feel something bad is staring at you. Any sound or little movement can easily bring your attention away.  Something terrible is waiting for you, and you can’t avoid this coming. You give up little by little, put your head in the hands, waiting for the destiny final result. 

  That was what I think is like. Feel like you have been betrayed by somebody you trust a lot. To summarize into a word is hopeless. You can’t decide your  memory somehow...even it’s controlled by the brain, and the brain is the part of your body. 

Journal 5: Fighting word

Sometimes when someone be mean or say something bad to you, you just have to keep the calm. Words hurt, somehow they are more painful then the fight. When someone sat something that I disagree, most of the time I choose to listen, but if the words are too over, like they have discrimination on people, I will get into an argument, not a fight, but it’s enough to me. I think fight for words is okay, if they do not want to have an argument with you or they do not want to listen to you, just fight with him or her to show your strong disagree and your anger. I seldom fight( I fought with my brother and sister when I was little), but I often have argument with my mom. And I just don’t know why I like to argue with her, probably is because I am in rebellious phase. Anyway, whatever she say, I just can’t agree with her. Even though I thought the same way as her before... that is weird, but somehow it is to be unwilling to be left behind others. I am not saying this right, but I will probably not stop to doing like this, until I can completely take this.

Journal 4: Oops!

I used to think that people should be nice and be respect to the others, even though they did something mean. I used to believe that they will change their mean act if you keep being nice and forgiving to them. Now seems that I was wrong. Absolutely wrong.That was You trust a person and you shared all the secret with him/her, you treat him/ her like your best friend and he/she said she/he will never betray you. But at the end, the truth is she/he did. You choose to forgive her/him, but she/ he did bot change the behavior and keep braking your heart. Until one day you realize that you should protect yourself... That is how things happened. From now on maybe you are still an nice girl or nice boy, but you won’t let anyone hurt you easily. If they do, you will know you have to fight it back. Being nice is not wrong, but somehow some people just do not know how to stop before going to far. And the thing doesn’t go easy, you have to let people know your anger. That is what I have learned from my own experience.

Journal 3: Below the Surface

I have been many times new student. I was kind of quiet and when I am not smiling, my face looks like I am angry. Because of this, people seldom talked to me when I first come to school. My friends always say that sometimes they are really afraid of me when I am not smiling, they do not know am I angry or not. It’s a problem, but I never feel angry with those people who think I’m hard to get along with( but maybe I am, who knows.), I will not talk to a person who looks either. Now I try to remember smiling when I met new people or new place. 

I did prejudge someone before, actually there are many of my friend, so every time I know more about them, I get more surprised. They are so different from the feeling of the first sight! Nobody can avoid the prejudge, so the first is really important, not only the appearance but also the feeling you give to the others. People would like to start know you if you looks kind and nice. Prejudge is not wrong, you can’t ward off your first feeling, but you can’t take it too much, cast the mist before the eyes.

Journal 2: Effort

If you want to get something, you might have to pay times, energy and something else, you make effort to get to the goal. But first, the important one is, you have to know what you want, what is your clear goal. In my life, somehow I always listen or fallow others thought, I never really sit down and think about what I like and what I want. For now, I might want to improve my English, which is the most important thing for my future and school. If it’s possible, I would like to continue my piano classes and learn some Chopin’s songs, I have learn piano for about 8 years, but I have never learned an Chopin’s song, my piano teacher really likes Chopin, she said that Chopin is the poet of music. Then... I think I should practice on those “ sport stuff” , which is not I like, but what I need, because I know sport is also a big thing in those subjects, and sport keep a health body. The last thing, I want to finish at least three books about economic. My mom always say I might good at economic, but I am not really sure about that, I want to find out what I like and what I’m good at, make a real clear goal. 

Journal 1: Poetry

  Poems are a different way of writing, compare to the others, poems like lyrici, most of the 

people use rhyme in poems, to make the poems sound more swing when the people read. 

Poems is not that much like what we write in life, however, you can play the words on your 

poems, poems are free and they’re the best way to express your feelings, thought, 

enmotion or anything you want--whatever it is, plain or difficult. So of course poems can do 

the things that others forms do!  

  Everyone, at least most of them, they usually write poems for themselves. They like to 

play the words with their ways, I think the things that poems can do but others can’t are 

enjoyable and  simple. Sometimes you only have to think about the rhyme, otherwise you 

can just write the words you want to say without the long explain. 

  Poems got the modulation, the rhythm and the tension, but they didn’t have any music.

Lyrici always be with the music, that’s the thing that poems can’t be done. 

Honestly, I‘m not sure with the define of poetic language, I think that’s the way when 

people speak poems. In Taiwan we seems don’t have the same things with the poems 

speaking, so for me that is fresh, I have only seen the “ poetic language” on the videos, 

and the videos are actually from the class.

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