The speaker: the Nurse
Speaking to: Peter
Context: When the Nurse goes to meet Romeo
Peter, do you think this is possible?
Can two people fall in love so quickly?
I am scared for my lovely Juliet.
She is but thirteen years old, still a child!
Honestly, I doubt they truly do love.
Both are way too young to possibly know
the difference between true love and lust.
And why does she fall for a Montague?
She would be better off with Count Paris.
It is out of my place to speak like this
and it's out of yours, too, servant Peter.
Tell nobody of what I have told you.
I trust you have your own opinions too,
but keep them to yourself, just to be safe.
Oh, I see Juliet's love, Romeo.
I must get directions for their wedding.
This is happening all too soon, too soon!
Monday, April 26, 2010
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
From the eyes of Romeo
This is not fair... why am I at this ball?
The lights too bright, pounding music so loud,
These happy people make my stomach sick.
My dear Rosaline is not even here!
Mercutio's twisted words do I blame..
Wait, who is the beautiful girl I see?
She is easily ten times more lovely
than that nun, Rosaline, who I wept for.
I must speak to her, and make her love me,
for I'm sure that my sad heart flies for her!
Sweet angel, you've revived my lonely heart.
The lights too bright, pounding music so loud,
These happy people make my stomach sick.
My dear Rosaline is not even here!
Mercutio's twisted words do I blame..
Wait, who is the beautiful girl I see?
She is easily ten times more lovely
than that nun, Rosaline, who I wept for.
I must speak to her, and make her love me,
for I'm sure that my sad heart flies for her!
Sweet angel, you've revived my lonely heart.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Who is a hero?
I think that Percy Jackson, in Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Lightning Thief is a hero. In this case, I am referring to the movie.
First, Percy Jackson is hunted down because mythical people think he has Zeus' lightning bolt. But he doesn't. And so his friend, Grover, takes him to this camp just for special people like him: Demi-Gods. There he finds that his mother, who he thought died only a few days ago from a huge Minotaur crushing her, is actually being kept prisoner by Hades.
THIS IS WHERE THE FIRST PART OF THE HERO'S JOURNEY BEGINS:
Percy is told not to go and find Hades, but he willingly decides to go and rescue his mother. Along with him come Annabeth and Grover.
THE NEXT PART OF THE JOURNEY:
Percy faces a series of trials, trying to get Persephone's pearls.
1) He faces Medusa and beheads her. Takes a pearl from her bracelet.
2) Use Medusa's head to stone a Hydra (serpent-like mythical creature). Gets pearl from top of Athena statue replica.
3) Overcomes Lotus Eaters (cookies that make you want to play) and finds pearl in roulette wheel at a hotel casino.
Then...
4) Percy finds the door to hell and finds Hades. They find Percy's mother. They find the lightning bolt in Percy's shield (which he borrowed from Luke). Hades takes the lightning bolt but Persephone helps take it from him and helps them all escape hell.
ACHIEVING HIS GOAL:
Luke takes lightning bolt from Percy but they fight and Percy gets it back and returns it to Zeus.
RETURN TO THE ORDINARY:
Percy just returns back to the camp for demi-gods and resumes his training. His skills have somewhat improved from being used in his quest.
Percy Jackson follows the classic hero's journey cycle, and so we can consider Percy Jackson a modern, fictional, hero.
First, Percy Jackson is hunted down because mythical people think he has Zeus' lightning bolt. But he doesn't. And so his friend, Grover, takes him to this camp just for special people like him: Demi-Gods. There he finds that his mother, who he thought died only a few days ago from a huge Minotaur crushing her, is actually being kept prisoner by Hades.
THIS IS WHERE THE FIRST PART OF THE HERO'S JOURNEY BEGINS:
Percy is told not to go and find Hades, but he willingly decides to go and rescue his mother. Along with him come Annabeth and Grover.
THE NEXT PART OF THE JOURNEY:
Percy faces a series of trials, trying to get Persephone's pearls.
1) He faces Medusa and beheads her. Takes a pearl from her bracelet.
2) Use Medusa's head to stone a Hydra (serpent-like mythical creature). Gets pearl from top of Athena statue replica.
3) Overcomes Lotus Eaters (cookies that make you want to play) and finds pearl in roulette wheel at a hotel casino.
Then...
4) Percy finds the door to hell and finds Hades. They find Percy's mother. They find the lightning bolt in Percy's shield (which he borrowed from Luke). Hades takes the lightning bolt but Persephone helps take it from him and helps them all escape hell.
ACHIEVING HIS GOAL:
Luke takes lightning bolt from Percy but they fight and Percy gets it back and returns it to Zeus.
RETURN TO THE ORDINARY:
Percy just returns back to the camp for demi-gods and resumes his training. His skills have somewhat improved from being used in his quest.
Percy Jackson follows the classic hero's journey cycle, and so we can consider Percy Jackson a modern, fictional, hero.
Sunday, February 7, 2010
I am a shipwrecked sailor...
There was a horrible storm that night. Even though my whole crew was suffering with me, I could only feel myself and the rain. The boat rocked side to side, almost vertically. That's when I felt the wave crash on me, and I tumbled in the water. I swirled with the wave, almost until I didn't know where my up and down was. It was in that moment that I realized I must have been washed over board. I freaked out, but I let the waves take me wherever they were taking me. Eventually the waves died down, and I found bits and pieces of floating driftwood (perhaps from the ship??) and floated on that for days. My lips were parched, but I had nothing to drink. My stomach was empty, but I had nothing to eat. I waited for land to appear. Days and days I waited.
Finally I spotted land in the distance. I was two seconds away from drinking the salty sea water, and close enough to eating my own hand. I paddled with my hands toward the shore. When I got there, I found the native peoples of this small island. They had their spears pointed at me, and their eyes boring holes into my head. The tribe leader (I could tell because he had the longest feathers on his head) whispered something to the very short guy beside him, and that short guy yelled out something in their native tongue. I was so scared, I was near wetting myself. I tried to show that I came in peace, and that I just wanted food and water and a place to rest, but I think they saw that as some threat. They all started throwing their spears at me. I started running and dodging like crazzzzzzyyyy. Miraculously I didn't get hit. They saw this as some sort of un-human talent (the fact that I stayed alive somehow) and took me to their base camp.
They didn't have the best quality materials and foods, but I was thankful to have anything. They gave me a hammock to sleep in, all the foods I wanted, and I was free to do whatever I like. They were very kind people. I observed that they got drinking water by boiling the sea water in pot-like stones over a fire, and collected the evaporated water on a canvas. Apparently they found the canvas from a shipwreck out at sea, and it had floated all the way to their island. They used more large stones to cook their food on, and set up traps in the forests to capture small animals for meat. They used quite advanced skills for the resources that were present. I survived like this, with them, and I learned their ways. I helped with the hunting and work. I learned their language. I became one of them.
There was no way for me to go home. I'd tried SOSs with the brush wood, some flares I created, but nothing. No one. No one was looking for me. So I created a life here. And I'm pretty much happy with how my life turned out. One day. One day I'll go back. And I'll tell of my shipwrecked story.
Finally I spotted land in the distance. I was two seconds away from drinking the salty sea water, and close enough to eating my own hand. I paddled with my hands toward the shore. When I got there, I found the native peoples of this small island. They had their spears pointed at me, and their eyes boring holes into my head. The tribe leader (I could tell because he had the longest feathers on his head) whispered something to the very short guy beside him, and that short guy yelled out something in their native tongue. I was so scared, I was near wetting myself. I tried to show that I came in peace, and that I just wanted food and water and a place to rest, but I think they saw that as some threat. They all started throwing their spears at me. I started running and dodging like crazzzzzzyyyy. Miraculously I didn't get hit. They saw this as some sort of un-human talent (the fact that I stayed alive somehow) and took me to their base camp.
They didn't have the best quality materials and foods, but I was thankful to have anything. They gave me a hammock to sleep in, all the foods I wanted, and I was free to do whatever I like. They were very kind people. I observed that they got drinking water by boiling the sea water in pot-like stones over a fire, and collected the evaporated water on a canvas. Apparently they found the canvas from a shipwreck out at sea, and it had floated all the way to their island. They used more large stones to cook their food on, and set up traps in the forests to capture small animals for meat. They used quite advanced skills for the resources that were present. I survived like this, with them, and I learned their ways. I helped with the hunting and work. I learned their language. I became one of them.
There was no way for me to go home. I'd tried SOSs with the brush wood, some flares I created, but nothing. No one. No one was looking for me. So I created a life here. And I'm pretty much happy with how my life turned out. One day. One day I'll go back. And I'll tell of my shipwrecked story.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Monday, January 18, 2010
"Not Fair"
My parents are so not fair.
Why can't I watch one, 3-hour long movie,
when you've been watching Friends re-runs the whole day?
Why am I not allowed to take a short break from homework and just chill,
when all you ever do when you get home is rest?
You say I'm a student, that my job now is to study.
So tell me. What do you remember from your school days?
Do you remember what you learned in advanced trigonometry?
Please. Like you do.
I bet you only remember the fun moments in life.
The moments that made an impact.
Yes, studying is SUCH an impacting experience.
It's so impacting that it could practically take over my life. (yes, that was sarcasm.)
I mean, we all live the rest of our lives remembering our pasts.
But we've got to make our pasts memorable.
And living with my nose bruised from sticking it into books is no way to live.
I want to rest.
And I want to play.
It's not fair.
It's so not fair.
I think that writing a slam poem is actually quite easy. How I got to writing this poem was actually quite funny. I wanted to watch a movie. But my parents told me to go study. I tried to persuade them, but it didn't work, and I got annoyed. I went back into my room, threw open my book bag and looked at what homework I had for the weekend. The first thing I saw was "English: Write slam poem." So I wrote this. I actually wrote a more, hateful version, but later after I'd calmed down, I realized that hate was a scary emotion, making me say thing that I didn't really feel. So I wrote another version. But through this process, I found that hate poems are actually quite easy to write because hate is such a strong emotion that words just flow. And because it is free-verse, and also personal, words come easily. Performing these poems are fun. Everyone in a high mood, nodding and cheering in agreement to your hates, has somewhat of a thrill. And because these poems are written to be read, it's quite easy to perform. Poetry slams are more fun than I thought they'd be. :]
Why can't I watch one, 3-hour long movie,
when you've been watching Friends re-runs the whole day?
Why am I not allowed to take a short break from homework and just chill,
when all you ever do when you get home is rest?
You say I'm a student, that my job now is to study.
So tell me. What do you remember from your school days?
Do you remember what you learned in advanced trigonometry?
Please. Like you do.
I bet you only remember the fun moments in life.
The moments that made an impact.
Yes, studying is SUCH an impacting experience.
It's so impacting that it could practically take over my life. (yes, that was sarcasm.)
I mean, we all live the rest of our lives remembering our pasts.
But we've got to make our pasts memorable.
And living with my nose bruised from sticking it into books is no way to live.
I want to rest.
And I want to play.
It's not fair.
It's so not fair.
I think that writing a slam poem is actually quite easy. How I got to writing this poem was actually quite funny. I wanted to watch a movie. But my parents told me to go study. I tried to persuade them, but it didn't work, and I got annoyed. I went back into my room, threw open my book bag and looked at what homework I had for the weekend. The first thing I saw was "English: Write slam poem." So I wrote this. I actually wrote a more, hateful version, but later after I'd calmed down, I realized that hate was a scary emotion, making me say thing that I didn't really feel. So I wrote another version. But through this process, I found that hate poems are actually quite easy to write because hate is such a strong emotion that words just flow. And because it is free-verse, and also personal, words come easily. Performing these poems are fun. Everyone in a high mood, nodding and cheering in agreement to your hates, has somewhat of a thrill. And because these poems are written to be read, it's quite easy to perform. Poetry slams are more fun than I thought they'd be. :]
Monday, November 30, 2009
Where I'm From
I'm from snow-covered mitts and forts and wars,
and from home-made, chocolate-covered Rice Krispies.
I am from pictures take on family trips,
I'm from card games played into the night.
I'm from summers spent running through the halls
in my blue two-piece and towel,
racing toward the backyard pool.
I'm from sunsets at the playground,
from chalkboards and headbands.
I am from monthly piano recitals,
and from milkweed stalks snapped.
I'm from English and Korean words,
and from relatives far away,
and from solving crosswords with my grandma on Sundays.
and from home-made, chocolate-covered Rice Krispies.
I am from pictures take on family trips,
I'm from card games played into the night.
I'm from summers spent running through the halls
in my blue two-piece and towel,
racing toward the backyard pool.
I'm from sunsets at the playground,
from chalkboards and headbands.
I am from monthly piano recitals,
and from milkweed stalks snapped.
I'm from English and Korean words,
and from relatives far away,
and from solving crosswords with my grandma on Sundays.
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