So, the assignment is to write about Haiku Guy, a novel that we have been reading in class. Haiku Guy is about a poet and student of Issa named Buck-Teeth. In the novel, he is traveling in Edo and is learning about life and other things along the way. He learns the concept of falling in and out of love. While in Edo, he takes in the thought of attending different school of Haiku to try to find new ways to expand his training. As his travels seize to an end, he learns the true meaning of being a poet.
I noticed that the written style was very descriptive- with many metaphors and similes. The novel was written in a blunt humorous manner. The tone of illusion is subtle and evasive. That's what kept me wanting to read and find out more. So I guess you could say I enjoyed it. It wasn't really the novel itself, it was more of the writing style used for it. I will be honest, if it wasn't written the way it is, then I probably would have out it on my "dislike list".
I would recommend this novel to friends because the storyline and writing is very provocative. Many people may get ideas for new writing topics.
This is the number one thing that causes fights and drama- gossip. In our "teen world", that's all there is to it. No matter how hard you try to avoid it, it always happens. First one version of a story, then 2, then 3 versions of the story, then a whole bunch more. The worst part is, after it's all over- the fighting and arguing, they come to find that the story is not even the orginial story that started it all! This is something I cannot stand. When someone starts this kind of drama, then they have nothing better to do with their lives. As harsh as that sounds, it's true. If you are someone in this situation, just learn to ignore it. Don't let it get to you unless that person actually confronts you first about the situation before it turns into rumors. It may be true but it also may be as fake as the person who started.
There are people in this world who would do anything to try to bring you down. The thing is, you can't let them. They are just insecure about themselves. That's the only reason why those types of people try to talk down on you. Their mindset; if I can't succeed, then neither can you.
When someone does that, you've got to boost your confidence and prove those people wrong. There's no words more powerful than the words that slip off your tongue with the authority and courage when you say, "Watch what I can do. Just watch me." No one can stop you, unless you let them.
Tired? Well I am. Haven't had a good sleep in
a couple of days. Don't you just hate that feeling? You come to school
and you're sitting at your desk and you can't keep your eyes open?
That's what I get for always staying up a couple of hours longer than
what I had originally planned.
You see. I get distracted very easily. I don't know why, but I do. Every little thing catches my attention. Say I'm writing a paper and I have to get it finished, I start to look around and find other things to do besides doing what I had originally planned. Then I end up staying up to finish that paper. I wake up the next morning feeling sleepy and useless. I need a new direction or something.. someone help??
As many of you may know, I am Bosnian. I was born here but my parents are from Mostar, Bosnia and they have been teaching me about the culture since I was born. I speak Bosnian fluently and I know how to read and write it. What many of you may not know is Mostar, Bosnia has a brutal history.
Around April 1992, civil war struck out in Bosnia and Herzegovina. Many fled to escape the fear of their lives. Some of which were my family members. My mom and aunt took off to a refugee camp in Crotia, while my dad, uncle, and grandfather were placed in concentraton camps. The war continued for the next 3 years until 1995. Of course, at the time, my mom was pregnant with me and as the war seized my family came to the United States. Under welfare, my parents struggled with life. They had very little, and the very little they had, they gave to me. Down below is a short documentary about how life was during the war:
The most sacred landmark in Mostar was the Stari Most, meaning the "Old Bridge." During the war, it was destroyed until the last piece had fallen to the ground.
Thankfully, it was rebuilt in 2004.
Although Mostar suffered a great deal of genocide, it still stands as a city of beauty in the hearts of those who lived through it all.
I am very thankful and proud of where I come from. I love my family more than anything in the whole world. I might not always listen or do as they say, but I want my parents to know that they mean the world to me even though I don't show it all the time.
So now when you ask what I am, I'm going to respond "I'm Bosnian," and when you say "what?", I'm gonna say "you heard me. I'm Bosnian."
In the midst of it, I stand. The sorrow of soldiers rolls down my tongue and I taste the innocence. Muffled bullet shots pierce through my ears. Corpses of fallen soldiers surround me. The wretched scent of purified blood looms through the blackened air. Smoke twirls ahead irritating my features; my eyes, my nose. I grasp for breath. My wife Nadia and daughter Luna worrying about my life in our NYC apartment shadows into my thoughts. Sense of burned memories. In the midst of it, I stand. “C’mon maggots, Getta move on it!” the commander’s eerie voice echoes through the field. My hardened stone of imagination, will not separate my confinement to this war. These desires of disappearing in midair trampled through my anemic body. I reminisce the momentum of my strength from Little Dave, he of whom I stare into the mirror, mesmerized. I’ll never forget him to know where he’s gone and what lead him here. My quivering fingers shape around the hands of the rifle in which I behold, I’m ready to embrace the today’s risk upon my life. “Kad nesto pocnes, uvijek zavrsi.” When you start something, always finish it. As the night broadened with daylight, I listened to it say, it’s almost over. We are set to go, me and my army of one.
When you think of the United States, what do you see? Well maybe you're thinking it's the "Land of the Free" and all that other stuff that global textbooks teach us. Yeah, sure it is, but most importantly what makes the US the United States is the diversity within our nation. We take a look back and we'll see the segregation among our people before Martin Luther King Jr.'s life changing speech. But now when we take a look around, we see that we are all different in our own ways but together as one, we are just people.
People with different hair, different eyes, different skin color. People with different thoughts, different ideas, and different opinions. This is what we are. Without diversity, our world would be boring. Everyone acting the same, talking the same, and even looking the same would bore us to tears.
Never give up on who you are. Appreciate where you come from, no matter what anyone says. You are one of millions who make up this diverse nation. Just remember, "what lies before you and what lies behind you are nothing compared to what lies within you." :)
So, my assignment was to write about the future. I really don't know what to say, unlike most people, but all I know is the future is a scary thing. The future as we all know cannot be controlled. We do not know what will happen, but we can predict. And sometimes our predictions get the best of us. We use our knowledge, ideas, and thoughts to try to figure out the future. Our imagination paints hundreds of pictures of what the future world will look like.
As I look out into the future, I picture voice activated computers, robots, a program where you are able to touch and see the things that pop out of the screen, and much more. Considering that our technology currently in very advanced, who knows what kind of crazy things will occur in our future? Right? Just imagine. :) No one will really know. We just have to wait and see. The future awaits!
This picture caught my eyes. I gazed over and my imagination painted an image of young teenage love. From the looks of the picture, the girl is heartbroken and no matter how hard she tries to get over that one "guy," she can't. Teenage love is filled with deceit and drama. No matter what happens, a person gets hurt whether it be the guy or the girl. I know what it feels like because I have friends who are in relationships and I have been hurt myself. That feeling destroys your heart. No matter the situation, you may be able to forgive, but you'll never forget.
Here is to all those who struggle with young love. We all have the right to fall in love. But how do we know if we fall in love with the right person? Well, we don't. We have to risk love. When you love somebody you open yourself up to suffering... that's the sad truth. Maybe they'll break your heart, maybe you'll break theirs, you never know. That's the risk you're willing to take if you determined they're the one for you.
To me love is the feeling that tells you, you are willing to spend your whole life with that certain person. After all the stupid mistakes you made, and all the flaws you have you notice none of it matters when you truly love someone.
Teens nowadays believe that once they love someone, they always will. Or if they get into a fight or argument, it's the end of the world. What they don't realize, it's just the beginning.
So now, what do you do when you have been heart broken by that one person? And all that anger builds and builds inside of you so much until tears of regret roll down your face? You're scared to give up because you think if you give up and let go, you'll become weak and desperate for that person again. Well let me tell you something; giving up doesn't show that you are weak, it just means you are strong enough to finally let go.
Now you're thinking if everyone gave up on their love lives, there wouldn't be love. Well just remember life without love is no life at all.
No one falls in love by choice, it's by chance. No one stays in love by chance, it is by work. And no one falls out of love by chance, it is by choice. So it's your choice. You decide. A lot of pressure? I think yes, but that's the point. If you don't take your chances, you'll ask yourself where did that lovin' feeling go?
These images are works of Dorothea Lange. She expresses the grappling difficulties of desolation.
This poem was written beyond my imagination of devastation. The world should realize that there are still people beyond our measures who suffer and search for a way out.
I have no idea what to say, because I always feel like I'm trapped inside my own mind, trying to find a way out leading me to stress. Yes, I am a Freshman in high school and although I wish to keep my grades up, my insecurity takes over. Currently, I am struggling in Creative Writing. Stupid, right? Considering that is my major. Well, this marking period, I'm stepping up beyond the plate. No more procrastination. I plan to strive and work hard to raise my grades in this class. Hopefully, this blog helps me express my feelings, thoughts, and ideas.
