I've been on the brink so

My mom is the pencil because she always write.

My dad is the textbook because she he is smart

My sister is the sharpener because she always bite me

My grandma is the money because she is brave

My grandpa is the water bottle because he like to drink water

My Aunt is the bonus sticker because she always like to laugh

I am the eraser because I am small

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my mom is nothing

my dad is nothing

my sister is nothing

my grandma is dead to me

my grandpa is nothing

my aunt is nothing

i

am

EVERYTHING 1!!

..connie..

some shit i'm going to do!!1!!1!11!!!

Well I had a long and deep post I was too lazy to finish yesterday so until I do that, here are some "goals" for next year's English class (hope you find them useful... LOL).

In English class last year, I felt that my analytical reading and essays were the most lacking in skills. Based on these areas of needed improvement, I’ve created three specific goals for English 10 Honors.

1. I want to be able to understand difficult works faster. I am a very slow reader, even if the text is easy sometimes -- much slower than my peers. 
2. I want to be more organized in writing my analytical essays. Often, my ideas are scattered in my brain and it takes a while to organize my thoughts.
3. I want to be more engaged in class. A lot of times, I don’t raise my hand because I really don’t know what to say, but I do want to learn, and I can’t do that without being active in class and thinking at all times.

To achieve my goals, I feel that I need to start by reading more. My ultimate goal is to be able to form complex thoughts faster, and I need to read for that. I want to set aside a time for reading: other books of literary merit, books that the regular classes read, and even books that I simply find interesting. This not only broadens the areas I can analyze, but also expands my vocabulary. I will ask the teacher for recommendations as well. Next, I will practice brainstorming and outlining for various topics. Essays, whether take-home or on demand, require you to come up with ideas quickly (some times more quickly than others), and after an SAT class that asked us to write one SAT essay each week, I’ve discovered that practicing brainstorming is the key to thinking faster. One last thing I could do is learn the many “forms” of essays. I know that there’s no real format for essays, but that the most “basic” they teach you since elementary school is the 5-paragraph essay. I want to learn different ways of organizing information, so when I come across a certain topic I will have many ways to present an analysis of it. Right now, I really only have one way, and sometimes it doesn’t always work, so it’s always great to have options.

My greatest hope this year is to accomplish more than I ever have in English class. It’s always been a “boring” and “easy” class for me, but I’ve realized there’s more value in learning than I previously thought. I was always trying to show people that I was more than the Asian stereotype. Studying wasn’t the only thing I could do! But that resulted in me having too much fun and too many responsibilities outside of the classroom. I’ve realized that a balance and a bridge between the two sides of myself I want to keep must be built. Instead of rejecting my intellectual side, because it’s also a side of my personality, I need to let it grow. And I mustn’t neglect my creative side of leadership either -- instead, I should connect the two and use them together to become the best version of myself.

My greatest fear, on the other hand, is losing motivation. I’ve told myself all of the above every single year, but this year is when it’s felt the most strongly. However, I still feel that I will not be able to accomplish this: sharpening my faculties and using them to benefit everything I do, whether for myself or for others. I fear that I will stop and ask myself one day, “What’s the point of all this? I don’t have to make life this hard. I can just choose one side.” But just as the many faces of the American Dream, I know I need to find myself. This year is the first step in doing so. I fear that because of a slip in grades I will give up. I fear that a sudden interest in something I will probably soon forget will distract me from this goal I’ve been reflecting upon for the whole summer. I fear that I won’t be able to do anything I say I am going to do. But now, I just think of tomorrow. Not next month, and definitely not next year. Slowly, bathed in the support of all the people around me, I know I will begin to see changes.

(it was an assignment, by the way..... second day of school so of course i took it seriously)

..connie..

Jack-In-The-Box

I don't feel like sleeping or writing so here's something old.

When observed, it seems unreal, but when found, love is a gift -- an intangible Jack-in-the-box that never ceases to surprise. It is the most multi-faceted emotion, and when experienced with different individuals or groups can be encumbering or a joy, intense or gray. Seeming to be the driving force behind human nature, love is what propels us to dive into the ocean at midnight, or hibernate for winters with the bears. Because people care so much for an individual or group (love takes many forms, and one can love one or many), anything they do is significant and will cause a reaction from the lover. A cheater is present in a relationship, and since love is present, the one who was cheated on feels hurt and acts in retaliation. If the love is not there, there will be no response. Further, love is built by spontaneity and excitement, and is not true until it does not stop. Like a traditional Jack-in-the-box, it can be rewound and not require new batteries to keep going on. The jester popping out of the box is like the little fireworks in love -- the sparks that fly when a relationship develops significantly, such as the marriage of a couple or the protection of a mother for her child. Love is not a formula, is not constant, but continues forever if it is pure.

..connie..

I Am A Dangerous Place

Long time no update :P Enjoy~

I am a dangerous place --
Don’t come near!
A diplomat,
My children never settle.

Joy is withering
Resilience, barely there

I am a sky
Blue, forever and ever
Loud and thunderous
And masked by sweet marshmallow clouds

Fear is my alarm clock
Pretension, creeping up

But now the sunshower follows like Camille,
And I am a cactus in a swamp:
Concentrated,
In a dangerous place --
Don’t come near!

..connie..

ugly broken heart

More poetry... Wow, am I really that bored? 

Hahah seriously though... I have so much homework... And a biology test tomorrow... What am I doing?

i feel as the paper thin hospital gown you wear,

insignificant and unwanted but always there.

i feel as the one occasionally emerging from her shadow,

when in reality she lives in mine, post-recovery from an all time low.

why are you here again?

as i thought.

ailing,

over an ugly broken heart.

..connie..

jump rope rhyme #13

I've been really into poetry lately. And just beautiful things, I guess. Here is "jump rope rhyme #13" -- the counterpart to Spiky's "NOTHING" (see previous post).

don't know exactly how it happened,

by the wishing well.

we stood our ground and fought like hell and

until our arms fell down.

don't act like you don't see it now since 

Momma left this town.

she'd birthed you so you'd grow up caring

but now you've made her cry.

don't even get me started on Dad for

you are still his princess.

he'd say, "Hey, sweetie, how was your day?" 

and you'd just look away.

and now it's time for me myself

to take the chance and stand

above your words, the highest shelf

and make my entrance grand.

..connie..

NOTHING

Hey guys :) It's been a long time since I've posted anything of worth on here so I just took my friend Spiky's poem for English class.

A dog, a cat, a bug, a frog, baboons,

They like to eat potatoes during noon.

A horse, a cow, a moose, a goose, a bat,

They like to wear pajamas with a hat.

A man, a lad, a boy, a girl, a thug,

They like to go all crazy eating drugs.

My brain is stuck inside a little box,

When I am bored I always throw my clock.

When time is running fast my clock goes "tick,"

I'm sure I'll give you dollars worth of "this."

*Spiky: So I was drunk and wrote this on 3 AM so this poem is shittt.

..connie..