Journal Entry 94 Title: My Most and Least Favorite

Okay, I will start with my favorite book this year. I have several favorites i want to talk about, but I will still list them from the most to the least. The first book is the Westing Game. This book is very interesting with all the mysterious plot, and there are many humorous dialogues. The plot is interesting which forces me to spend more time on it and grabs my attention, and that's not really a bad thing to me. The second one is the Great Expectations. This is not a book chose by the teacher, or the school, that is one reason i like it. I chose this book, because it's heavy, and it looks like i can learn from it, and i did. This book is one of the biggest book I've ever read, actually, it IS the biggest and the longest and the most completed book I've read. And maybe that will be like this for another 20 years…. But this book is chose as an assignment, and I didn't have enough time to read it, therefore, I had to skip some parts (please forgive my act, Mr.McCool). Anyways, the important thing is that i learned from it, and I think I will take the lecture from the theme and put it into my own life. The theme is to love what you already have and care about people around you, to live the life in front of you, not just creating and assuming weird expectations that will totally disappoint you.
My least favorite, or the most hatful book is Hatchet. This book totally disappointed me, I heard this book is very lovable and fun. I guess my expectations was set too high…. It is boring, it's a novel that is trying to teach me things about survival. It fine for books to teach as philosophies and stuff, but they teach readers through themes and morals. Unlike the other books, Hatchet teach too many stuff, or includes too many scattered themes, it made the novel unreadable and unloving for me. I want a novel, not a list of instructions, and if I want lists, I don't want them in paragraph forms. :( !!
I like poetry the most. It is artistic and it is like an abstract painting, using figurative languages. I also enjoy writing poems, I have no idea why, maybe because it is a kind of free write, and I really like free writing.

Journal Entry 90 Title: Adjectives

favorite place

• Cold
• Yummy
• Big
• Humid
• Friendly
• Pretty
• Windy
• Flat
• Grassy
• North

favorite food

• Brown
• Juicy
• Spicy
• Hot
• Indian

favorite thing

• Portable
• Transparent
• Useful
• Long
• Thin
• Markable

favorite activity

• Relaxing
• Painful
• Happy
• Brain juice boiling

favorite holiday

• Orange
• Dark
• Scary
• Awesome
• Annual

favorite person

• Dark
• Happy
• Curly
• Smiley
• Caring
• Funny
• Angry
• Furious

Journal Entry 89 Title: Experiences

1. I fell off my chair and hit the floor with my butt
2. I tangled my hands with a rubber band
3. I cut myself with a scissor doing a projects
4. I whipped  my blood of with a tissue
5. I sprayed 75% alcohol on my wound
6. I open the drawer with my hands to get an bandage
7. I drew pictures on my arm and hand with a marker
8. I washed the ink on my arms off with soap
9. I scratched the remaining ink mark off my arm
10. I opened a book and got a deep paper cut on my finger
11. I whipped my blood on one of the pages of the book
12. The wound stretched as I rub it on the paper
13. Warm blood run down my index finger
14. I washed my wound with water
15. I sprayed 75% alcohol on the wound

Journal Entry 93 Title: Hip-Hop Language

Ma Day >:D

I rode a bus up to TPE
On the bus I saw an old lady
I stood up to let her sit
Then a lil' punk just took the seat
I took my phone n' said I would call the police,
Then that kid just sneered at me….
I went off the bus after it stopped,
Then a convenient store caught my eye.
I think i should get some good Slurpee.
I go to the convenient store,
Then the automatic door opens up for me.
Walk inside and fill my cup.
Filling that cup was not easy.
Gotta make sure don't make it too full,
Or else the carbon dioxide will make it BLOW DD:
The line formed long right behind me.
I felt rushed, but I can't help it,
Cuz I really cant find my last penny.
I left after I paid with my hundred dollar bill,
leaving some change clinking in my pocket.
I go through some store in the mall,
But I can't seem to find anything appealing,
So I'm just gonna go home n' get some comic.

Journal Entry 87 Title: Limerick

There was a fellow named Ched

Who’s always sleeping in hays.

Then one day he woke up

And looked into the sun

And found him on his own bed.

Journal Entry 86 Title: List Poem

A bunch of scattered holes

From the mosquito bites last night,

Because I forgot to close the window.

I forgot to close it since I was working hard

On my homework.

Homework, homework, homework!!

Those foreign languages, and all those grammar!

French, vocabularies, preterit, tenses, Spanish,

English!

And señor McCool!!

Poem, he makes us write

English, he makes us read

Slow internet speed, he caused that!

And my belly, he caused that, too,

By pressure.

Books, he makes us pick out,

But so many books, so many I wanted to pick

And so many are out of stock.
So much frustration and anger.

Then, I closed my eyes to rest for a bit,

Rest from the craziness school gave us.

I pictured myself in Disneyland,

On a roller coaster

Riding up and down,

Then I fell asleep.

Journal Entry 85 Title: Free Write- My happy life

OK! Today I am going to talk about my life. Yes, my happy (?) life. HAHA. This whole school year, I’ve been wondering around, everywhere. I never know who can be an anchor, or a best friend forever that likes me as much as I like him/her. I don’t think I ever had a best friend forever, since I already mad up my mind that nothing lasts forever. I never tried hard to get a best friend until he/she got interested in me enough to keep bugging me and make fun conversations with me. But, this year, something happened. At first I was introduced to you because of my other friends. I don’t know you well, but I want to, and I have no idea why. I know very well you can be a best friend since we get along very well in the start. So I stick around you very so often I’ve grown found to you. I can’t be a part with you, and somewhere in me told me that you don’t want to leave me either. But I guess that somewhere didn’t tell me enough about this feeling that I would tell you about what I am feeling, since we talk about everything that’s on our minds. Actually, I think I was just too chicken out to tell you. And you, my friend, didn’t either. And now I am going to tell how much of a coward I am. I know you liked me, and I am sure I did, too. I don’t have the guts to say it, even when you held my hands, even when you TRIED to tell me you like me. I am not going to blame it n my stupidity this time, even though you tried to tell me what you felt about me by telling a story (hahaaha nice try, stupid). I wouldn’t understand it, because I don’t want to risk myself, even though I am 90% sure you like me, I wanted to be 100% sure. I don’t to have those situations when I think you like me, but actually you don’t. So I guess I convinced myself to a state that if it were not a 100% answer, I wouldn’t take it, or make myself believe it. But, really, whom am I kidding. That is the most stupid act I’ve ever made in my mind. And now, YOU, you are such a coward. Why can’t you just say “Hantine, wo xi huan ni”? Why? For god’s sake!! Why?? You know I liked you, I told you that (in the “hambo” way, which I guess, didn’t work?). But I know you are sure, I wanted to kiss you and you know it. You wanted to, too. You said you would give me your first kiss as a Christmas gift, and you begged me to take that gift instead of getting me a comic book. You know how I felt about you, exactly how, because you felt the same way about me. But we both are cowards, which end us up like this. The day when you saw that message, the one that infers that I could only think of you as a brother, I am sorry for saying that. I didn’t mean it, I was afraid to state out the fact that I didn’t want to be you brother/best friend, because I wanted to be you girlfriend. But that message didn’t have THAT important piece of information in it, but you only saw that unimportant part. I knew I am still not able to explain to you what I am really feeling, because I told myself you wouldn’t believe it, and so, why bother try? BUT, you should know very, very well, that the least thing I wanted is to leave you. I can’t be apart with you. Every time I lie on my bed, looking at the ceiling, I wanted to take a gun and shoot at it, then wish you would appear from the upper floor. And I wish I could see you every single second in my life. And if I can have you back, I would never let go of you again. Actually I never did let go of you. YOU left. So yeah, not my fault. :D Peace out, and that’s it for this a little bit too long journal.

Journal Entry 84 Title: My List

My list is going to be about ** ***** :D enjoy~ it is kind of random.

1. Apple, red and beautiful
2. Box filled with apples
3. Squish
4. Arthur Kirkland
5. Unicorn on Xi Da road (西大路)
6. Cinema in Hsinchu
7. Tron, the movie
8. Popcorn
9. Walking back home, crossing the curry restaurant
10. A goodnight and goodbye kiss