PW #3: My pets

In my house from Mexico I have 1 dog, she’s 5 years old, she’s a Yorkshire and its super small, she likes and playing and running all over my house. I have 2 other dogs, but they’re not in my Mexico’s City house, one of this dogs is a Great Dane and the other one is a Great Pyrenees, this ones are bigger dogs and I love playing with them.

PW #3 – If Only I Would Have Listened…

If only I would have listened

to my mother, when she told me not to go.

I wouldn’t have had to feel the sand

slipping through my fingers below.

My father would not have had to come running

to save me from the undertow.

If only I would have listened

to the manager of the shoe store

my shoes could have glistened

before they became christened.

If only I would have listened

to myself when I said stop.

Was that eighteenth piece of chocolate worth the future blood clot?

I think not.

IRJE #2: “Body in the abyss, heart in paradise”

I’ve recently started reading a Chinese novel that a friend of mine recommended to me. It’s called “Heaven Official’s Blessing” (天官賜福) by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu (莫想童秀). So far, I think it’s pretty good because it contains various elements of Chinese culture that turned out to be interesting. In this quotation, the ones talking are a simple cultivator and the crown prince after he defeated a powerful ghost that devoured whoever answered his questions incorrectly.

 

After the ghost vanished, the crown prince planted a flowering tree at the head of the bridge. As he did so, a cultivator passed by and happened to see him sprinkle a handful of dirt to consecrate the grave and send the ghost off.

“What is this?” he asked.

And thus, the crown prince replied with his now famous line:

“Body in the abyss, heart in paradise”. (pp. 15-16)

 

That final phrase was the line where the whole plot started. A few pages later, the crown prince ascends to heaven, becoming something similar to a god. But, due to his unconscious actions, he falls from the heavens and ends up in poverty, being a clear example that “the heart could not be in paradise if the body was in the abyss”.

Sam’s IRGE#2 – The Carrier of The Boats

David Goggins, the remarkable former Navy SEAL and endurance athlete, truly exhibits his relentless mindset in “Can’t Hurt Me.” In this inspirational memoir, Goggins reveals his extraordinary journey from an overweight, insecure young man to a record-breaking endurance athlete. He famously said,

“Most of this generation quits the second they get talked to. It’s so easy to be great nowadays because everyone else is weak. If you have any mental toughness, if you have any fraction of self-discipline; the ability to not want to do it, but still do it; if you can get through to doing things that you hate to do: on the other side is greatness.”

This quote is something I live by, like a church lady lives by The Bible. To be the greatest of yourself you cannot try and be a better “anyone else”, you have to become the best of yourself and only then will you succeed. After my first time listening to a podcast by Goggins, I had a surge of motivation, I ran about 2,000 stairs to the point where I could hardly jog home. I recommend reading “Can’t Hurt Me” for anyone with enough will to become the best version of themselves.

 

IRJE #2 “Chief”

Moments ago, Holden had called Mauricio to tell him that he needed a girl and asked about the costs, after having a dispute about the costs with the girl, the following ensued.

“Let’s have it, chief” He came right up to where I was standing. That’s all he could say. “Let’s have it, chief.” He was a real moron.
“No.”
“Chief, you’re gonna force me inna roughin’ ya up a little bit. I don’t wanna do it, but that’s the way it looks,” he said. “You owe us five bucks.”
“I don’t owe you five bucks,” I said. “If you rough me up, I’ll yell like hell. I’ll wake up everybody in the hotel.
The police and all.? My voice was shaking like a bastard.

After that Sunny went and grabbed Holden’s wallet and took the 5 dollars herself, making Holden get mad and started calling them crooks, making Mauricio mad and eventually leading to Mauricio hitting Holden in the stomach and him and Sunny walking out the door.

Liath IRJE#2 The Hurricane

I have started reading the book ‘Alexander Hamilton’ by Ron Chernow. I have thoroughly enjoyed the small percent I have read so far because needed to read it multiple times to understand it. One quote that stood out to me did so because it used complex words while keeping the flow of the sentences.

——” Hamilton viewed the hurricane as a divine rebuke to human vanity and pomposity. In what sounded like a cross between a tragic soliloquy a a fire-and-brimstone sermon”——

This description refers to the deadly hurricane that plagued his childhood home. Alexander was tasked by encouragement of Knox to inform the colonies of the tragic news.  As weirdly different Chernow chooses to describe Alexander’s work “a cross between a tragic soliloquy and a fire-and-brimstone sermon” it is equally as accurate as it essentially represents the essense of the youthful writings of Alexander.

IRJE #2, LOML

This quote is also from the book that I continue reading “One Italian Summer” and it is about a hobby that enjoy a lot, photography.

“There’s something about photography I love — a whole memory caught in a moment.”

(p. 108, Serle, R. One Italian summer. 2023)

I choose this quote because photography is one of my favorite things to do. I see photography as a way of capturing moments forever, because even though you don’t have a good memory, a photo can always be a way of remembering a specific person or memory. When I was younger I used to say that I wanted to be a photographer to capture the valuable memories of my life and that’s why I liked this quote so much.

 

Matteo Eden IRJE 2# Very Rich-Polly Horvath

A book I recently read was written by a local author Polly Horvath. Her book “Very Rich” is an amazing fictional novel portraying the difference between a family that doesn’t have anything and a family that has too much. The protagonist is a boy named Rupert Brown who has many siblings and lives in a very small house in the poorest part of town. This story takes place in Steeleville Ohio at Christmas time where Rupert meets the Rivers family a very rich family that lives in a huge mansion in the super-rich part of town. after being launched over their fence he is introduced to each one of the Rivers family members. After he is introduced they invite him to Christmas dinner where Rupert joins in their family festivities and eats with the family.

“Nobody really wants the things they get in the Christmas crackers. But, you know, you have to put up with it because, well, its a part of Christmas, isn’t it? Doesn’t your family do Christmas crackers?”

“Rupert wanted to say, My family doesn’t even do food”.

For me this quote was the most significant part of the book showing the disparity between a family that has too much and a family that has too little. Very Rich was quite an enjoyable book it expanded my imagination to the limits and blew my socks off this book I would 100% recommend for anyone looking for an interesting read.

IRJE#2 ‘”No-please”‘

Holden, the boy who’s perspective of the Catcher in the Rye is written in is remembering a double date with his roommate Stradlater. Stradlater and his date are in the backseat of Stradlater’s coach’s car. Holden and his date are in the front seat. Holden is recounting the strategy that Stradlater uses on his dates.

His date kept saying, “No-please. Please don’t. Please.” But old Stradlater kept snowing her in this Abraham Lincoln, sincere voice, and finally there’d be this terrific silence in the back of the car.

I was confused as to weather Holden’s roommate is forcing this girl to do something. Thus far in the book there has been no mention of forced affection or anything of the sort. I may be incorrect but Holden does not seem very surprised by the ‘snowing’ of Stradlater’s date. It shows how normalized sexual assault and persuasion might be normalized in this time.

IRJE #2 – Mysteriously Fun

I was reading the book Drive your Plough Over the Bones of the Dead, which is a mystery story. In this quote the protagonist, Janina, discovers the dead body of her neighbour, which I found highly descriptive and delightful to read.

He was lying twisted in a bizarre position, with his hands to his neck, as if struggling to pull off a collar that was pinching him. Gradually I went closer, as if hypnotized. I saw his open eyes fixed on a point somewhere under the table. His dirty vest was ripped at the throat. It looked as if the body had turned on itself, lost the fight and been killed. It made me feel cold with Horror—the blood froze in my veins and I felt as if it had withdrawn deep inside my body.

This quotation shows how to build suspense and keep the reader engaged. It gradually gives more and more details about the situation to ensure that it remains mysterious. The use of metaphors and similes are also highly prominent in this quotation. “with his hands to his neck, as if struggling to pull off a collar that was pinching him.” “His dirty vest was ripped at the throat. It looked as if the body had turned on itself, lost the fight and been killed.” This quotation shows the importance of having a wide vocabulary as it keeps the reader hooked and it doesn’t get monotonous. Overall, I enjoyed reading this quote due to its thrilling nature, wide vocabulary and literary devices. It goes to show how important each little step is to make a text entertaining.

IRJE #2: The Wine-Dark Sea

I’ve recently started reading the Odyssey by Homer, which focuses on a man named Odysseus and his journey home after fighting in the Trojan War. Meanwhile, his son, Telemachus, is having to host a number of suitors that are all fighting for his mother’s hand in marriage. But when he’s told by the goddess Athena that his father is still alive, Telemachus sets out to find him. She disguises herself as Mentes and says that:

“I avow  to be Mentes, son of wise Anchialus, and I bear rule among the Taphians, lovers of the oar. And now I come to shore, as thou seest, with ship and crew sailing over the wine-dark sea, unto men of strange speech, even to Temesa, in quest for copper and my cargo is shining iron.” (p.14)

I like this quote simply because of how beautifully it’s written. Each line is so descriptive and you can almost feel how the words would flow if someone was reciting this. In these two sentences so much information is conveyed in a way that isn’t overwhelming or confusing, and I find that really impressive.

IRJE #2 – Recreating the Past

I recently finished a book called The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald. Jay Gatsby and Daisy Buchanan are the protagonists of this story. The Great Gatsby is set in 1925, New York City and recites Jay Gatsby’s desire to pursue Daisy. Nick Carraway narrates the novel, he depicts important events in the story in the first-person perspective. Nick Carraway is a young man who just returned from fighting in WW1 and came to New York City to Study the bond business. In this excerpt, Nick Carraway concludes the novel by reciting what happens to Gatsby and the ultimate feeling of what he has observed all this time. For example, this quotation,

Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter — to-morrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther… . And one fine morning —— (P.138).

The novel concludes with these words from Nick Carraway and continues the theme of the struggle humans face trying to re-create the past. Nick Carraway uses metaphoric language here as the current in the water draws them backwards, they continue to attempt rowing forwards. As stated in the quote, “We will run faster, stretch out our arms farther” Gatsby cannot escape his past ambitions and his want to recreate his relationship with Daisy. Gatsby is basing his future on his past.

𝒜 𝐵𝓇𝑜𝓀𝑒𝓃 𝑅𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓎𝑒𝓇 – 𝐼𝑅𝒥𝐸#𝟤

𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚢 𝚆.𝙱. 𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚛. 𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚡 𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚖𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎, 𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 & 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑, 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜, 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝙸𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚖𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚔 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚜. 𝙰 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝙾 𝙳𝚘 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚃𝚘𝚘 𝙻𝚘𝚗𝚐. 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚊, 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚠,

𝚂𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝, 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐:

𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚘𝚗

𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐.

 

𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑

𝙽𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛’𝚜

𝚆𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎.

 

𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙾, 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍

𝙾 𝚍𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐,

𝙾𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚘𝚗

𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐. (𝚙.𝟿𝟾)

𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚖 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝙸 𝚙𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖. 𝙰 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚊 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚍𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍. 𝚂𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚒𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝, 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚑 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚣𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚜’ 𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚞𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎. 𝙸𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍, 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜, 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜.

IRJE #2: The Catcher in the Rye

I left off my previous book “Mort” and now finishing another one called “The Catcher in the Rye” about a 16-year-old boy Holden and two days of his life after he got expelled. The first thing that I found funny at the start of the book was that he talked about his school, not in a very good light.

“And underneath the guy on the horse’s picture, it always says “Since 1888 we have been molding boys into splendid clear-thinking young men.” They don’t do any damn more molding at Pencey than they do at any other school.” (p. 4. J. D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye)

“There were never many girls at all at the football games. Only seniors were allowed to bring girls with them. It was a terrible school no matter how you look at it.” (p.5. J. D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye)

The thought of that people from his school would read this book and find a small part about them here made me smile.

IRJE #2: Dead Leaves

I decided to write my next IRJE about another quote from Sense & Sensibility that connects with the first one rather comically. This quote takes place some time later after Mrs. Dashwood and her three daughters have left Norland Park, where they had lived for many years. After their friend Edward mentions it, Marianne and Elinor have this exchange:

“And how does dear, dear Norland look?” cried Marianne.

“Dear, dear Norland,” said Elinor, “probably looks the much as it always does at this time of year – the woods and walks thickly covered with dead leaves.”

“Oh!” cried Marianne, “with what transporting sensations have I formerly seen them fall! How have I delighted, as I walked, to see them driven in showers about me by the wind! What feelings have they, the season, the air altogether inspired! Now there is no one to regard them. They are seen only as a nuisance, swept hastily off, and driven as much as possible from the sight.”

“It is not everyone,” said Elinor, “who has your passion for dead leaves.” (pp. 52-53)

I chose this quote because I found it very funny after reading it, but also because it shows the difference in character of the two sisters. Marianne is much more ardent and sentimental, which can be seen in the way that she describes her old home with such nostalgia in this and the first quote, while Elinor is less emotional and more withdrawn. This is an important part of the story, as (slight spoilers!) Marianne ends up having troubles with her emotions after suffering a disappointment, and Elinor, after going through something similar, instead hides her pain and acts as if nothing had happened.

IRJE #2

As I approached the end of the book I’m currently reading, The Inheritance Games, I went back a few pages to look for a quote that  described me a bit.

“It wasn’t my best look, but I’d gone to school with the same kids my whole life. I was wallpaper. No one was looking.” pg. 10

This quote is basically saying that the main character, Avery Grambs, always seemed to be invisible. No one paid her any mind while she was in school. That is how I feel sometimes even though it may not be true.

IRJE #2 – Reality of Perception

The book I am currently reading is the detective fiction, Mrs. McGinty’s Death written by Agatha Christie. The book relays the story of a murder convict who is believed to be innocent by well-renounced detective Hercule Poirot. The convict’s immediate acceptance of his fate doesn’t reside well with Poirot, encouraging him to explore the alternate circumstances and uncover the reality of the murder. The following quote is shared between Poirot and a superintendent assisting him on the case.

“In case, I would prefer to say, that some circumstances should strike me in a different light to the one which it struck you. Human reactions vary and so does human experience.” (pg.142).

This quote reveals the peculiar reality of perception. Although the same movement, event, or even object is presented to us, everyone will conjure diverse thoughts and responses. Our brain fills in the absence of context or information provided based on our past experiences, emotions, and identities. Our brain may unconsciously alter our perception to correspond with our desires and expectations. We subconsciously choose different aspects of a message, compared to one another, our attention focusing on what we distinguish as important or familiar. In reference to this particular plot, Poirot is explaining that to properly assess all aspects of crime and unknown circumstances, various people must be involved to account for a variety and perspectives and experiences.

IRJE #2 Can’t wait

In Khaled Hosseini THE KITE RUNNER, the protagonist explains us that for all of Kabul, Kite-fighting was the highlight of the winters.

“Every winter, districts in Kabul held a kite-fighting tournament. And if you were a boy living in Kabul, the day of the tournament was undeniably the highlight of the cold season. I never slept the night before the tournament. I’d roll from side to side, make shadow animals on the wall, even sit on the balcony in the dark, a blanket wrapped around me. I felt like a soldier trying to sleep in the trenches the night before a major battle. And that wasn’t so far off. In Kabul, fighting kites was a little like going to war.” ( p. 52)

I like this quat because it let my thing of when I was a child, and the next day was my birthday, and I couldn’t sleep because I was so excited.

IRJE #2

While reading my book I came across a really emotional and true quote, that really stick with me.
“People think that intimacy is about sex. But intimacy is about truth. When you realize you can tell someone your truth, when you can show yourself to them, when you stand in front of them bare and their response is ‘you’re safe with me’- that’s intimacy.”
Taylor Jenkins Reid, The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo
This quote left me thinking because I think its true, relationships and intimacy are more than words, being yourself with the one you love is crucial for things to work.

IRJE #2 – Daisy Jones the Six

As I continued to read the book Daisy Jones the Six I saw this quote that was shocking for me and left me thinking

“Men often think they deserve a sticker for treating women like people.”

This quote left me thinking because this book talks so much about how people used to treat Daisy when she was only 15 years old, and how they only wanted to use her, so when I saw this quote I started to think; are there any men left who treat woman the way they deserve to be treated.? Because many times men pretend to treat us the right way until we are fully in love, and then they start treating us bad. So it’s hard for them to treat a woman the way they deserve to be treated, or even treat us like people.

So there are mens who think that they should receive a reward or be congratulated because of the way they treat a woman.

IRJE #2 “I do not know this”

“None of us would dream of asking him to lend a hand.”

“Aggression, physical or verbal, makes people walk on eggshells, makes them close in on themselves in order to avoid exposure. I know this very well from my own family.” (p. 266)

Understanding the impact of aggression in Ulf Kvensler’s “The Couples Trip”. Anna, the main character talks about how she has been several times in an aggressive relationship. The first and most important one with her dad.

The author makes you comprehend what Anna feels in her situation. Anna talks about how she was always feeling embarrassed and guilty for not stepping up to defend herself. She talks about how she always wanted to go far away from her house. It is quite comic how she goes back to a similar aggressive situations but with a different guy.

The quote that I choose to put in my IRJE, made an impact on me while reading the book. I am absolutely grateful that I do not empathize with her. At the beginning I could not even read it, the chapter made me mad. How can she didn’t stand up for herself?  However reading more about her life made me appreciate more my life. The book changed not only the way I think about  Anna’s  situation how she  might think and  feel, but also other people that have been victims of aggression in the world.

IRJE #2 Book Lovers, Emily Henry

Over the weekend, I started a book called Book Lovers by Emily Henry. The book is about 2 strangers Nora and Charlie. It is a rom-com book so it would be quite interesting. The quote from the book I’m picking is something Nora is describing.

The city is baking. The asphalt sizzles. The trash on the sidewalk reeks. The families we pass carry ice pops that shrink with every step, melting down their fingers. Sunlight glances off buildings like a laser-based security system in an out-of-fate heist movie, and I feel like a glazed donut that’s been left out in the heat for four days.  (p. 15).

I love this quote since Nora is just telling the reader how she felt when it was summer time. When she said “The asphalt sizzles.” It is just a metaphor that the weather is so hot it is like the asphalt is sizzling.

IRJE #2 Leadership, Alex Ferguson

Months ago I read a book about leadership from Alex Ferguson’s point of view. The book it’s mostly about how Alex Ferguson managed Manchester United soccer team with his leadership. The book has a lot of important quotes for me about leadership, like for example.

Nobody can be a leader if these people feel that they do not have guaranteed permanence in their position. (p.189).

This quote is told in soccer terms, but if you think about it is true because I don’t think that anyone could be a leader if they have a lot of pressure all the time, like since the beginning to the end of the time that they would last as leaders. Also because nowadays a lot of people is afraid of being a leader because of the pressure that a leader carries. Like I know that a leader will always have pressure but what the quote is telling us is that no one can be a leader with so much pressure, like no human being will bear it.

 

IRJE: Haroun and the Sea of Stories

In the book I am currently reading called Haroun and the Sea of Stories, The son of Rashid called Haroun lived in a country called Alifbay. Alifbay was a country of sadness where all of its inhabitants were something of a sorrow crowd, where the cities were towered with soaring sadness factories. In this country of sadness the was a story teller Rashid Khalifa who was loved by all the country. He would rattle on story after story to the people. His wife Soraya was a sweet woman and used to sing and hum to her hearts content however one day her song disappeared. Rashid: who was to enveloped in his stories didn’t pay much attention to Soraya’s lack of song.

“Then something went wrong. (Maybe the sadness of the city finally crept in through their windows.)                                                                                                                  The day Soraya stopped singing, in the middle of a line, as if someone had thrown a switch, Haroun guessed there was trouble brewing. But he never suspected how much.

Rashid Khalifa was so busy making up and telling stories that he didn’t notice that Soraya no longer sang; which probably made things worse. But then Rashid was a busy man, in constant demand, he was the Ocean of Notions, the famous Shah of Blah.” (pg. 15 – 16)

This quote shows how even in the happiest household in the country became infected with sorrow. As well as this, the quote serves an example of overshadowing the future events when Haroun told the reader that: he never expected how much trouble was brewing. This could infer that in future chapters there will be much more at sake than Soraya’s singing. As well as this the quote talks about how even Rashid Khalifa could be so busy as to overlook his own wife’s happiness. This also connects to when Soraya becomes to feel neglected later in the book, and leaves Rashid Khalifa for Sengupta who- in her words – has no imagination.

 

IRJE #2 You’ve Reached Sam

The book that I’m currently reading is You’ve Reached Sam by Dustin Thao. This book has many quotes that I represent myself in and it makes me relate to the main character Julie, Julie is a young teenage girl who is passing through many problems in her life making question herself about the reality.

″You end up missing the little things, the moments you don’t think matter- but they do. Moments that make you forget about everything else.”

This quote really impacted me in someway because I related to it. When I was in Mexico I thought I wouldn’t miss the little details like going for ice cream with my family or even watching a movie with some friends. Once Ive been in Canada I noticed that I do miss does little details even if they don’t have anything important, when I get stressed I just remember does small intercations and forget all about my actual problems, just like Julie, she remembers details she had with her partner before he died and how does memories she thought weren’t important are now the reason why she is happy.

IRJE #2 – Women and Weapons

The book that I am currently reading is titled Lady Smoke, by Laura Sebastian. It is the second book in the trilogy and follows a fantasy plot with political intrigue, romance, and adventure. One of the many quotes in this book that stuck out to me the most was found in a scene where the main character, a young woman vying to reunite her country and take back her throne, spoke with another woman about their struggles. The quote is found on page 233, and is described as the following:

“As women, we must have our weapons in this world, whether they’re our minds or our fists or our wiles or our tears.”

“I couldn’t agree more.”

This, specifically in the past tense setting of the book, gave me further insight into what the world was like for women in particular. Despite being a fantastical writing piece, Sebastian still manages to include relevance to reality within the pages while also adding a deeper layer of personality to the characters and their efforts. As a woman myself, this provided me with an opportunity to not only read of the characters but also place myself in the character’s situation. Ultimately, this quote added many important aspects and layers, overall enhancing the story.

IRJE #2 – Laura – Interpretation Makes All the Difference

On page 23 of the Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger, the protagonist Holden Caufield, describes how he interpreted an interaction he had with his “friend”, Stradlater.

” ‘Hi’, he said. He always said it like he was terrifically bored or terrifically tiered. He didn’t want you to think he was trying to visit you or anything. He wanted you to think he’d come in by mistake, for God’s sake.”

I have chosen this excerpt because of the realizations I made about the character while reading it. A formulation of ideas about Holden’s character have dawned on me at this point. The first is that he is someone who has a heightened awareness regarding his surroundings. He calculates and judges every little detail of the actions of the people around him. He is constantly making conclusions for why people act the way they do, and these conclusions are mostly negative. Holden Caulfield is an overthinker. He even goes as far as making justifications up. In order to give himself an explanation for why people did things he does not agree with. It is near impossible for Holden to think, ‘he simply said ‘hi” because he wanted to say hi’, because there must be a reason.

The last thing I realized about Holden is that he doesn’t really like people. I do not relate to the character in this way, but I understand why he does not prefer to be around people, sometimes. While reading, one can see that he always has something to say about someone. There is always something he doesn’t agree with or thinks is annoying. Knowing this, I must read this book with the understanding that it might not be the other characters that are irritating and arrogant, but instead it is Holden’s interpretation of the other characters that makes them appear this way.

PW#2 A Mystery Dynasty Xia

Chinese had long history recorded, by this long time zone, the first dynasty they had record was dynasty Xia. To us, it was still a mystery, it was hard to prove this dynasty had existed, it had no words and language that was found yet. The first Emperor in Xia, which was Yu was quite first legend in Chinese civilization.

But recorded on my first personal writing, the civilization must need a common language or the word that was able to speak or written to be founded then it can be proved that it was existed. But we still don’t find word recorded on Xia Dynasty and that was one of the reason that it became an mystery dynasty.

The first Emperor of Dynasty Xia was typically like a myth, when Yao conqueror the China, there was a big flood happened in full China, he gave permission to Yu’s Dad which was Gun to solve the flood. In legend, Gun stole a wall from god he use that wall to block the water. But someday the wall broke, Gun was killed by Yao due to his fail, then his son which was Yu continue to solve the flood problem. He used a different ways to separate water into many rivers and guided them into the sea. After few years, the flood was solved and Emperor Yao abdicate and hand over the crown to Yu, people was thankful to Yu and called him great Yu, dynasty Xia, which was the first dynasty of Chinese civilization was created, which start a new chapter in Asia.

There was a famous story about Yu, when he try to solve the flood problem, he had pass by his home, and he heard her wife give birth to his son. His subordinates all suggest he to take a look but he disciplined due to the flood. On second time he pass by his home his son already knew how to speak simply and waved to him, but he didn’t stop again because his work was not done. Third time he passed by his home his son already about 10 years old and pulled Yu to the home, but Yu declined again he said,”The flood haven’t solve yet, I can’t get back to home.” This is one of the reason that people respect Yu.

Dynasty Xia hadn’t been proved to existed yet, but I believe this blank dynasty will be proved in one day, because this was the start point of all Chinese history and it should be existed.

PW #2- Liath, the Kindest Man on Earth #1 (part of the PWCU) Brookes Chronicles #2

The evil witch Tish, wanted to make a potion to make herself taller. Sadly, she needed human hearts to concoct this potion, and so she resorted to a life of despicable crime and MURDER to accomplish her goal. Through many sleepless nights of research the evil witch found that the biggest heart in the world belonged to one LIATH DE LEON, who had done so many good deeds that his heart had grown to 100x it’s average size. His good deeds include opening up the first vegan cheese place in Victoria B.C, as well as donating all his proceeds from said vegan cheese place to a vegan orphanage, which had been struggling without his help. This one heart would be enough to make 50 potions for the evil witch, and so she devised a nefarious plan to take his heart. Liath was on his way to a children’s hospital to throw a performance of Hamilton for kids with terminal illnesses, when suddenly Tish burst into the room. Supercharged with the experiments of the Evil Dr. Neil, she started to order her Three-headed Cerbersage to go after LIATH DE LEON, who never flinched in the face of danger. He stared down the three headed beast, and challenged it to a staring contest. The beast had three sets of eyes, and so it was sure it could outnumber the “puny” LIATH DE LEON. “You’re crazy!” the children said, but LIATH DE LEON knew that no challenge was too much for his might. The beast started with his right head, the arrogant and foolhardy side of Cerbersage and confidently stared deep into LIATH DE LEONs pale green eyes.

 

To be contiuned on the next issue

PW #2: reading in the rain

It’s a rainy Sunday afternoon, and she hears the tempest outside swirl and paint rushing images with whistles and roars of wind. It’s been raining since she woke up, and her breakfast was splattered with the delicate echoes of droplets pattering above her head.

The trees outside look dreary, as if they’ve been half-saturated, and the grass is dyed a darker shade, coated with water, but she loves it. On days like these, the clouds look like a blanket of grey cotton balls tinted with slight stains of darker grey tinged throughout. They stretch as far as she can see and suppress memories of sunshine and cerulean skies. The beads of water inch slowly down the window next to her, intersecting and conjoining. Rain patters over the sombre skylights as she sits reading in the dim light of an amber lamp, and the gale brushes her ears.

It reminds her of sitting in a classroom years ago while everyone was working quietly. Rain would splatter against the windows, and the class would become still and calm, a hush growing over the group. She would sit with her friend, looking out the slick windows at the shadows shifting as the world transformed into a cooler, greyer version of itself.

As her book’s pages crinkle, the incessant deluge pounds on. It drums and patters, joining in with the whispering flips and whirls of the wind as it dances across the grey sky.

My love for the beach PW #2

I have always loved the beach, I have live in a port my whole life.

I sometimes miss going to the beach in my hometown, with my friends or family. The beach gives me comfort, I could spend hours just laying there, even at winter I love going to beach in a hoodie.

An activity I really miss is going on yachts or catamarans with my friends, it was my favourite weekend plan, just be there with my friends and jump to the ocean. Where I live there are three islands so the boats park near them, so I used to jump off the boat and swim to the shore of the island, at the island you have to be carefull where do you swim because there are rocks, you can find some red rocks that when wetting them they paint so its really fun to made random doodles on your body. You can go on jet-ski too, I usually never drive them because I am a little scare I’ll messed up, so when I ride one a friend drives for me so I just feel the breeze and I love that.

I never noticed how much I actually loved the beach, specially the one in my hometown until I was far from it.

The Brookes Chronicles Volume #1 The Evil Saga (Made By Liath and Emmett Industries)

There once was brilliant but vile prodigy by the name of Evil Dr. Neil. He was the founder of Evil Knievel Industries, a software company used by major companies in North America. One dank afternoon after a lonely night of drinking from Evil Dr. Neil, he got fed up from the ‘one’ place that did not use his software. That one imperfection that mocked him and consumed his every thought. That night the drunken genius, in an act of pure lunacy, sent a lethal device towards that one place. A device that would turn all the people to mice in that ‘one’ place. This ‘one’ place went by the name of Brookes Westshore…

The oblivious students and faculty carried on with their day, unknowing the sheer dread that was awaiting them. It was at lunch time when the device emerged from the clear blue sky, strapped unto a balloon as red as blood. It was not Evil Dr. Neil’s best work but you must remember he was stoned out of his mind. As the entire school confusingly stared at the floating metal box, a hero emerged from the bathroom stall. A student named Emmett Hastie instead of becoming frozen by fear, acted to save the school. Emmett Hastie Hastily grabbed a sharb pencil and with perfect aim launched it and popped the balloon. The box came crashing down and the school was saved from Evil Dr. Neil’s destruction. The sheer force in which Emmett had launched the pencil had broken his arm and he was forced to rest for the next month. Thought it was a happy day one incident had happened that day, when the box fell from the sky a green liqued shot out from it landing on a different student, a girl named Tish. This liqued infected Tish and amplyfied all her most Evil desires in exchange by giving her powerful magic fueled by hate. With Emmett injured who would put a stop to the new threat, the Evil Witch Tish…

To Be Continued In “The Brookes Chronicles Volume #2 The Rise of Tish”

PW #2 – Remember to Get Back Up

This year I bought a pair of roller skates with my mom. They were a beautiful shade of arctic blue, with fabric resembling that of velvet. My mom and I vowed that we would begin roller skating in the summer at a local roller skating rink. We tried on our roller skates beforehand and watched a few tutorials. There was so much advice online about how you should do this, and how should you do that. I found it quickly overwhelmed me with loads of information, but that is just how starting new things work. You just have to start.

The local rink was open on Thursday afternoons, entering the building we expected at least twenty or so people to be there. But there was no one. It was quite comical, we had been anticipating seeing an expert or anyone at all. The clacking of our steps cut through the silence like a knife. Once we sat down on a bleacher near the entrance to the rink I began to rack my mind of all the advice from those tutorials.

I started by tying my laces. This part although simple was very important. If I tied my laces too tight it would have felt like my foot was about to pop from the pressure. If my laces were too loose my ankle would have no support increasing the chances of self-injury. I crossed over one side of the laces, hooked on to its opposite side, tightened and repeated until the top where I tied it off with a bow, just as the tutorial had said. I remembered to look forward, not down. Keeping my back and shoulders straight, bending my knees and not flailing my arms around. To move forward I shifted my weight from one foot to the other. After stumbling around for a few minutes, I finally got the hang of it. It was a process of trial and error. I fell, I crashed into the sides of the railings, and I stumbled over my skates, but that was okay. I just needed to remember to get back up.

PW#2 My love for animals

I’ve loved animals for as long as I can remember. They’ve always had a special place in my heart.

It all started with a neighborhood dog that visited our backyard when I was a child. I’d watch her play for hours, and I felt a connection, I even named him Cookies and Cream because of his white and black hair. Animals had a weird way of making me feel at ease.

As I grew, my love for animals grew with me. I read books about them and went on adventures to see them in their natural habitats. I was amazed by horses, dolphins in the ocean, and hummingbirds in my garden.

I remember I started volunteering at animal shelters with my grandma because I wanted to help protect animals and their homes.

My pets, like my two dogs taught me about trust, friendship, and the beauty of everyday moments.

My love for animals is more than a feeling. I want to protect their rights, support conservation, and encourage kindness and understanding in others.

My new plants PW#2

I filled my room with plants. It might not seem that meaningful, they might wither with lack of sun or over watering. I might have them for a month until they no longer look pretty in my eyes, but right now they add life to my life. When I burn out in the evenings, I have something to look at that is full and  alive and beautiful. When I can’t wake up on time in the morning I have something to look at that is fresh and bright and cared for. I love my new plants. To anyone else, they may have no significance, but I think that makes them all the more special to me.

PW#2 ‘Love Bombing’

Every day you showered me with gifts that started from the smallest thing that made me happy and slowly turned into something expensive. You always say ‘I love you’, asking me where am I, and always get angry when I don’t answer. I thought it was normal. until you did it every second for months. You started to get angry for no reason. I guess it all because you were love-bombing me. You start to get dry and call me names. From ‘love’ to ‘annoying’, ‘pick me’ and ‘ugly’. why… just why did you fall for me? what did I do to deserve this treatment from you? A few months later you come back acting normal and love bombing me. like nothing ever happened until I blocked you.

PW #2 – “Deep” Thoughts: Cycles of Reflection [Satire]

I have the deepest of thoughts. Like waves, they crash over me; sending my consciousness spiralling deeper into the darkness that is my mind. Ask me to write poetry and I’ll write the most vigorous of tales. Ask me to create a painting and I’ll make something that brings even the coldest of hearts to shatter like  fragile pieces of glass. My thoughts are deep because everything in life must have meaning. All our actions, all our emotions, everything the human species does has a deeper meaning. Ask me to analyze the most dull and passive works of literature, and I’ll construct a web so complex that it shows things that even the authors never thought of. I see everything that is not there. My thoughts are filled with meaningless words that can be spun into something that almost contains meaning, for those are what deep thoughts are. Thoughts that are deep hold meaning because they are meaningless, allowing them to be turned into whatever pleases the reader the most. My thoughts are hypocritical, therefore, they are deep. I reflect on my thoughts so much and so often that my reflections contain no more meaning. I keep my real thoughts to myself, as no one will value thoughts that are simple and discuss information that anyone can see. Each thought must be original, because depth is the only thing that allows you to stand above your peers. My thoughts are so deep that even I can no longer understand them.

 

PW#1 – Just another love letter.

We tried to prove them wrong, but at the end, we forgot we are just teenagers. Your feelings were as confusing as a riddle, most of the time, even your own thoughts were like a puzzle for you. I won’t blame you because I can’t. If someone’s fault it is, it’ll be mine. I knew since the beginning who you were. I was aware of the fact that loving you could hurt more than falling from above to land on a field full of roses and thorns. Even though, I did not care about that; I was willing to bleed until I breathed for the last time just to be by your side.
Time was never a friend of us. Before we knew, we ran out of It.
You were never sure of what you wanted and that was hurting me worse than you could ever imagine. It was only matter of time for me to get tired of it.
If we ever meet again, please don’t treat me like a friend. I’m afraid I might fall for you again. Perhaps once we used to be close, but now, we are just strangers who know everything about each other even though “they’ve never met before”.

“PW #2” – How my boyfriend cheated on me

It all started when we were in Mexico, we had been together for 1 year, everything between us was perfect, we had fights but we always find a way to solve it. We were so happy together and we were trying to do our best to have a long distance relationship so that we could be together when I came here to Canada.

It was summer break and he was going on a cruise in Europe with his family, Even though I trusted him, I begged him not to cheat on me. He promised he would never do it so I stayed calmed. One day he started acting super weird with me, he didn’t texted me, he didn’t called me, he erased our profile picture and everything we had together on social media. I started suspecting he was cheating on me but he always told me he wasn’t doing it.

A week later, I was on the airplane because I was going on vacation, and I got a Instagram dm of a weird girl, I opened it and she told me that he had been cheating on me for 13 days, and that they had met at the cruise. I didn’t tell him anything and when he came back from his cruise I broke up with him.

PW #2 – Read this if you have travelled before

This past long weekend my dad, sister and I hopped on a plane, and flew to Toronto. We went because it was my grandfather’s, brother’s 60th wedding anniversary. Personally, flying on planes and travelling is a love/hate relationship, let’s go through a few prominent moments one might experience. Starting from the beginning, the very beginning. You wake up, giddy with excitement to wear a specially picked-out airport outfit, fitted to the “travel aesthetic” you once saw on TikTok. You put it on, and may I add, you look gorgeous. You walk downstairs to meet your dad making breakfast, the smell of fresh eggs paired with the still-dark morning sky gives you a warm but refreshing feeling, that feeling you get when you have a big journey ahead. You eat breakfast, brush your teeth, do your final packing of toiletries and chargers and then you and your family are in the car driving to the airport. Not suddenly or surprisingly, you get the feeling you’ve forgotten something. Oh goodness what could it be? Underwear? No… Face wash? No… Book you packed to read for Mr. MacKnight? No… definitely have that. Ahah! It’s that “cute” shirt your parents would never let you wear anyways! Ok perfect, its fine, not too big of a deal. Now we are at the airport. Bags unloaded and walking to security. This part gets your nerves up for some reason. Knowing that these people are trained to find dangerous goods makes you question your own innocence! And plus, you didn’t even bring anything dangerous. Right?! Wrong. You brought your pencil case for homework and forgot that scissors were a hard no when going through security.  So, the security guard measures the scissors, and they are waaay bigger than they allow. So now what? You are still wearing that not-so-innocent innocent face when they throw, them, out. Dang, you’ve had those since you were eight years old! After you spend a few seconds mourning the loss of those scissors you spent so many years cutting out Halloween decoration skeletons with, you and your family move on to the stressful wandering around gates to find gate A47. There we go, dad found it. Now, we wait. Wait for the children and family (which you just didn’t make the cut because your sibling is too old) section to go, then the elderly and disabled, and finally, the majority. A mix of funky travelers, businesspeople, and very talkative middle-aged women going on their adventure retreats to Greece. Alright, you are on the plane! Finally, the flight attendant that speaks over the speaker says “May I have your attention ladies and gentlemen. We are about to take off so please fasten your seatbelts and listen to the very long presentation for safety precaution, and then listen to it again in French because we have to, enjoy your flight”.

PW #2 The bet I lost

The bet I lost. The movie Toy Story can brainwash most kids, myslef being one of them. From the ages of 4 to 7, I was pretty sure all my teddy bears and toys could listen, move, talk and even feel. Just like humans, but the toys in the Toy Story movie can only move and talk when there are just toys around. Ines and I where both playing at our house, my parents and Melissa had already left. We did not have class that day because it was a Mexico’s historical day.

We were bored, so we started playing with my toys. Ines decided to play with my one of my most precious possessions at that time. It was the cutest fluffy, yellow teddy bear with a red shirt, that loves honey and if you hadn’t guess what bear is it let me tell you… Winnie the Pooh. See, the thing is that I had something special with that teddy bear. Ines was playing somehow rough with him, I remember that I get pretty mad and I started yelling and crying. I told her to stop, she could do that with any other of my toys. “Pleaseee don’t do anything to him, Pooh is my adventure partner in the worst of my nightmares” I told her. I also start arguing with her saying that toys could feel and get hurt. She told me that it was scientifically impossible, so we decided to make a bet.

We bet some candies from our kitchen. I threw Winnie the Pooh from the second floor to prove to my sister that toys can get hurt. When I ran downstair to see what had happened to him and saw that nothing happened; I grabbed my teddy bear, immediately ran to my mom bedroom and draw him a red bruise with my mom lipstick. I saw Ines so suprised that something had happened to my favorite Teddy Bear and she did not believe me. When my mom arrived, Ines gave her my bear, my mom looked and me and told me that she was going to try to remove the lipstick yet she saw it quite impossible. I started crying and Ines gave me a hug and a chocolate so I could feel better. My mom decided to donate my favorite teddy bear and I cried myself to sleep evey night for the next couple of weeks.

Months later we went to Disneyland. It was late, and we where going back to the hotel. When we were about to leave Ines ran to a Disney store and comes running back to me screaming my name. She made me close my eyes and directed me to a shelf where at the top they had enormous Winnie the Poohs bears. My family gave it to me as a gift and it was perfect. Winnie the Pooh was bigger and larger than me at that time, now I still have it but he is not that giant. He still is my favorite toy.

PW2 Day of the Dead, mexican tradition

The mexican tradition, “Day of the Dead”.

In Mexico every 1 of November we celebrate the “Day of the Dead”. The “Day of the Dead” it’s a very famous mexican tradition that it comes from a prehispanic origin, in this tradition we celebrate and honor our deceased relatives by placing altars and offerings on their graves or in their homes, depending on the region of the country in which they are located.

On famous thing on this celebration is the bread of the dead, it’s a sweet bread that has become very popular because of it’s flavor and shape.

Creative Writing #2: A Star called Luna: Chapter 2

“Luna” Luna repeated to the girl in the crater. “Yes, I am Luna” It said smiling. “You are—- Hunman?” it remarked tilting It’s head, its grey hair shifting slightly. “Uhhhhh huuuuuh” Luna breathed through her teeth. Meanwhile her head was exploding. Not only was something like this highly un-logical, It wasn’t even possible! A Person, not at all an orange or purple alien! she thought defeatedly. Especially given the fact that that person should be BURNED to the bone and splattered into pieced from that impact. “What’s a splattered?” It peeped, no less than one inch away from Luna’s face. “ACK” Luna blurted, jolting away from the alien. It stared at her transfixed, looking a mix of confusion and curiosity. Suddenly the alien’s gaze snapped right above her head, a heavier look of confusion fading onto her face. Out of curiosity Luna swiveled her head around to see what it was looking at. Her mood immediately became deflated when her eyes met the baffled blue eyes of Bane. He stood still in utter shock, his shoulders pinned up and his eyebrows raised. “Who are he!” It exclaimed, pointing its pale finger at Bane. “T-that’s Bane” Luna breathed “My brother”. The girl-like alien looked down, her expression almost saddening and damp. Should I comfort her? Luna wondered as she glanced at it’s sorrow expression.

Luna reached out her hand to comfort it, feeling the warm aura radiating of it’s skin. Suddenly, Bane angrily swatted her hand away. The girl flinched away from Bane reverently, her expression only dampening further as Bane gritted his teeth at her. “D-Don’t touch her!” Bane lashed at the girl, pulling Luna behind her protectively. Luna glared at Bane and yanked her hand away. “Don’t yell at her!” Luna lashed back furiously. Bane stared at her with a blunder of confusion and anger. “That girl did Nothing wrong! And I’m not a child anymore so don’t treat me like one!”. Luna seethed at Bane. “Then stop acting like one!” Bane shot back, looking Luna dead in the eyes. “I’M acting like a child!? Bane really?!” Luna retorted. Bane scoffed at her remark as if she’d just said the most ridiculous thing. “Luna you were just about to approach an monster who JUST shot out of the sky!” Bane yelled, “Your acting like a damn baby!”. “She’s not a monster!” Luna shot back at Bane “Your a monster for thinking she is!”. Bane didn’t respond, his eyes were focused at the girl. “Oh you have nothing to say do you?!” She retorted at him, looking for a response. “Luna” he said pointing behind her. Luna whipped around impatiently, getting hit with guilt as she saw the look on the girl’s face. the first thing she saw were glowing white tears falling down the girl’s face, her face distorted in sadness. We must have scared her with all that yelling. Luna realized. “Hey now” Luna said softly. But the girl swatted her away and began running through the field. Her tears of glowing white pelted heatedly down on the fields of amber. Suddenly, like a flint to a steel the amber caught fire in the contact of the tears. The trail of fire following the girl as she ran. Nothing but fire lay ahead of Luna and Bane as she ran.

PW#2 Love

What is love? Love is the weirdest thing on the planet. It only goes both ways never one way when it only goes one way you have failed already is not called love, is only “like” but when it comes to 2 people “liking” each other it can turn into love but always the both of them would be shy and don’t know how would the other one think and it turned into lost love did that happen to me? Not particularly but similar we weren’t shy to say it we had short great memories but for whatever reason we ended it. It was like a dream it was so good that I couldn’t believe that it ended and I couldn’t stop thinking of the sad side I couldn’t really remember the good things I cried and cried the sky was crying with me too, my friends had help me a lot I calmed down but still until now I am continuously thinking of it…