Rocky: A True Fighter

I recently watched an incredible movie in class which was.. Rocky! THE Rocky Balboa. The movie is about a middle-aged, Italian boxer who works for a loan shark name Anthony Gazzo. His love interest is Adrian, who is sister of Paulie. She is a clerk at a local pet shop, while her brother works as a meat packager. The movie is set in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Rocky ultimately has a fighting match with the great Apollo Creed, who has never been defeated.

In the beginning of the movie, I was wondering where Rocky’s family were, he just seemed lonely and alone. But then I figured that at least his parents must have passed away, since he was gazing at the pictures.. Continue reading


Complaints, Complaints

Soooo, I’ve been hearing about this one particular complaint too much about “growing up” and I’d just like to say what I think about this for a little bit. Continue reading

All Quiet on the Western Front

My English class read this book only a few weeks ago. It’s about WW1 with the setting mainly around Germany and England at war against each other. I thoroughly enjoyed reading the book. At first, I didn’t understand what was going on even though it was a MUCH easier read than the previous books that we had to read. I like how reading the book was in sync with what I was learning in world history at the time. It was perfect because there were certain things in the book that I didn’t know what they were, and then I got to learn about them in world history a few days later. I didn’t know what a trench was, or a parapet. Anyways, I really liked the main character, Paul Baumer. He’s German fighting for the western front. He was a normal kind of guy. Well “normal” wouldn’t include experiencing all the horrible attacks during the war that were in front of his eyes that probably changed his life forever. Normal for him at the time of the war meant that he was still able to enjoy talking with his fellow soldier buddies from high school, and playing cards and smoking with them.

In the book, it is often described how Baumer has changed during the time of the war. In earlier chapters, the attacks during the war were described so significantly and very detailed. I think this was to show extreme exaggeration so that readers can see that he has changed so much due to this. He is no longer able to see the normality at the home front, where life goes on with everybody else who are not serving in the war. When he came home on leave to visit his family and his life back at home, everything wasn’t the same. Baumer was more quiet, more cautious, more uncomfortable than usual. He doesn’t speak with his family like he used to before, no longer with a joyous tone in his voice or an pleasant gleam in his eyes. Everything is dead to him. The war was now his new “normal” because he had been exposed to all the countless attacks and loss of friends and many of his own kind. He had gotten used to it.

In the very end, there was one last page that described the death of somebody, most likely to have been Baumer’s . It truly was sad. He had come a long way from the war, and he was a good soldier. He tried to be helpful in many ways, and he’s always be remembered for that.


What I Am Angry About…

In English class today, we had to write down our answers for three questions that were asked today. Question number 1 asked, “What makes you mad or angry about what your parents do?” I answered “It makes me mad that my parents don’t tell me anything, ever, and I also hate it when they are super grouchy and aggressively telling me to do things.” It’s true. I always feel as if my parents don’t tell me anything, and that’s maybe why I don’t know really know them all so well. I feel as if I don’t have the connection that I’m supposed to have with them as I do with friends or my other relatives. Maybe it’s because they’re so old fashioned Asian parents, or at least my dad is. Maybe that’s why he expects too much, and always thinks that he’s right about everything. My mom, on the other hand, is more Americanized, and I can talk to her more freely and comfortably. I’m able to express my opinions and desires more so with my mom, because I am sorta more afraid of what my dad has to say and just more afraid of his negative thoughts in general.

The second question was ,”What makes you angry about school or this school?” I answered “Something that makes me angry about this school is that some teachers are overly too dramatic about things, like if a student did something the teacher doesn’t like.” That makes me really angry when teachers really are just a tad dramatic. I’m pretty sure some students don’t mean to do what they did. Okay, this really ties in with my chem teacher, I mean he is really overly strict and cautious about everything. There was a time when a student forgot to bring his calculator to class, and my chem teacher went all wild about how he forgot it. I think It’s not really worth embarrassing a student in front of the whole class just because the student forgot the calculator for maybe one day. It happens sometimes, and it should be OKAY. Sheesh.

The third question was, “What are you angry about yourself?” I actually had to think about this question for a second. I answered “I am angry that I can be really lazy to do things, or that I can’t let go sometimes, or I that I can’t accept change.” Everything in my life is changing so much, and sometimes I just feel like crying and I just can’t simply handle it. “Things aren’t going to be how it used to be.” At this point, I’m believing it right now. There is no going back. Well, I seem to be handling things just fine, I have to hang in there. I have some little things that I do enjoy to get my mind off of things, such as TV shows HA, and recently, drawing.

Ohh, Penelope you and I.

Then, there were the questions of “What are you going to do about it?” Honestly, I had an even harder time answering those questions. Everything I wrote down is hard enough to think about as it gets, let alone DOING SOMETHING about it. I answered “I just have to deal with it” or “I’m just going to have to accept that about myself.” They were pretty negative answers, but I honestly didn’t know what I was going to do about it.

The Count of Monte Cristo


In English class, we started reading the book The Count of Monte Cristo. I’ll have to admit, I thought the book would be a bit boring, because I knew it would contain all sorts of analyzing and meaningful illusions and stuff. As I read further though, I thought the book was pretty interesting and had a lot of twists and turns. We did our first B.R.A.W.L. in class, which is sort of like a Socratic seminar. The initials stands for Battle Royal All Will Learn. It covers the specific, comparison, organization, unusual, and theme of the book. What we did last Tuesday was that the teacher had one of the students from each group (that we assigned ourselves into) do the BRAWL, but the victim would be the one that had the most letters in their last name. One person was absent from our group on that day, so I had the most letters in my last name, with 6. I was the unfortunate victim. I actually HATE speaking in class in general. If I don’t know what to say depending on what the subject is, then I am not up for it, which is probabbbllyyyy most of the time.

At the end, the class had to post questions or comments about anything we have read in the book so far, and some of the comments that I have read were very true, and made a lot of sense. One student talked about something that particularly stood out to me. This student said “For some questions, there is just not a logical allusion meaningfully being used by the author. The author’s intent on writing the book was not to goad students to search for possible allusions through all parts of the book. The author’s intent on writing the book was to express part of his life in a manner that produced enjoyment and excitement from the readers.” I totally agreed with this. I mean, I don’t really care about why the author chose to use a semicolon instead of a comma, or if there’s an allusion to an event that can be left alone just fine without analyzing if there’s an allusion to it. In my opinion, I just think it’s really pointless..unless, obviously, it really is worth analyzing. Well, I guess English really does have many possibilities of imagination.

Oh, and I am soooo going to watch the movie for this book, definitely 🙂

My Escape

So… you wanna know why I watch SO MANY TV shows and movies? It’s because it’s my ESCAPE from everything. There’s just something about watching other characters leading on with their own lives that makes me so fascinated. It’s like watching lives that I can have in another world. OTPs are weird.. the enjoyment of watching other people falling in love. I love to watch TV shows and observe where the setting is, such as the olden times like Downton Abbey (that show is so good I’m surprised I wasn’t really interested in this before.. perhaps I thought it wouldn’t be my taste), or Smallville with its sort-of-rural like setting, or Doc Martin in Cornwall (It is always gorgeous in the show which is not like it is at all in real life). I always wonder what it would be like living somewhere like where Smallville is, mostly. I always wonder what’s it’s like leading a different life. But of course, they’re only TV shows. Oh yes, in the real world, we have to go to college and then get a job and blah blah blah. It’s a good thing I can have my own fantasies.

First official blog post!!!

Hooray for the first blog post!

As I was pondering about what subject I was to blog about for this blog, I realized that my life and thoughts about life ought to be it. Although I myself don’t think I’m very interesting, I still wanted to talk about philosophical things, which would also help me vent about things when I need to. At first, I thought about blogging about TV shows (yes, I am a HUGE fan of many TV shows out there, such as Vampire Diaries, Pretty Little Liars, Criminal Minds, Smallville, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, THE WALKING DEAD), but I thought that I wouldn’t be interested enough to talk about episodes and characters of TV shows… blogging about them each week would be more like a dreadful homework assignment than if I just talked about my life things.

Here’s the perfect picture for my first blog post:Image

Haha, my aunt and I thought this was the funniest little journal ever. (Some of the words are blurry, my apologies.)

Well, cheers to a lovely new blog and a great beginning!