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.