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Just now, I was about to go to sleep when a sudden surge of inspiration urged me to make this new poem. This is also in relation to the post before this. I haven’t written one in years, and come to think of it, II have never even made one serious English poem in my entire life,

The inspiration’s partly from one of DEPAPEPE’s instrumental songs titled “FLOW”.

Flow
Just as how water creeps within
Cracks of tough unbudging rocks.
Inferior they may seem
But great is their way of overcoming
Impossible terrains and fields.

Flow
Just as how water trickles down
Slowly through endless streams.
Droplets they may seem
But when combined can cut through and chisel
Overwhelming mountains and hills.

Flow
Just as how water keeps flowing
Through miles of meandering ways.
Far the journey may seem
But never stopping
Until they reach the bottom of the sea.

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Together with my groupmates, Cara and Isa, we made a children storybook with a twist of science that we needed to pass for Life Science. The main character is little Rachel Carson who wrote the “Silent Spring”, and the plot is about Biomagnification as the bad effect of  DDT or dichlorodiphenyltrichloroethane on nature. The drawings are very simple, and I hope the plot is conceivable to young readers.

Once upon a time, in a dark little bottle, there lived a tiny particle with a very long name, but everyone called her Little DDT. Little DDT was brought out of her bottle every day to help people chase out pests, but no one ever thanked her. She was very sad, and wanted to show everyone that she was good for more than scaring away insects. “I’ll show them!” she whispered to herself. “I’ll make them see how great I can be!” And so began the plan that would change the world completely.

A few weeks later, the animals of the world were having a meeting. Everyone was talking at once, and no one noticed anything was wrong until one little chipmunk cried out, “Why are there so many rabbits?”

A hush fell over the animals as they tried to count. One.. two.. too many! Then they noticed that there were other things wrong with the group.

“Where are the ospreys?” asked a rat.”Where are the fish?” said a dove. “The balance of nature has changed!” cried an eagle. “What went wrong? What happened?”

Everyone started talking again, giving their own ideas, when suddenly one little human girl stood up and said loudly, “I volunteer to find out what happened! I’ll investigate this, and I’ll tell everyone at the next meeting what I found out.” Everyone agreed to this, and the little girl went away to start her work.

The little girl, whose name was Rachel, decided to go to the rabbits first. “Excuse me, Mr. Rabbit, but why are there so many of you?”
“Oh little girl, we haven’t seen the ospreys recently. They like to chase us around, you see, so now that they’re gone, all of us can come out to play!” Mr. Rabbit said happily.
“But where did all the ospreys go?”
“I don’t know, little Rachel. Maybe you can ask Mr. Osprey- he lives in that tree over there! You should see if he’s home, though.”
“Thank you, Mr. Rabbit!”
And she skipped away towards the tree.

When she got to the tree, she found that Mr. Osprey was very sick.
“Mr. Osprey!” she called out. “It’s me, Rachel. How are you, sir?”
“Oh, I feel terrible,” he groaned. “And it’s not just me- all of our family here is sick! Even the little ones are feeling sick inside their eggs.”
“That’s horrible,” Rachel said sadly. “But how do you think this happened, Mr. Osprey?”
Mr. Osprey thought for a moment. “Well, it might have been when I ate a very bad-tasting mouse a week ago. Perhaps the mice are also sick- you should ask Miss Mouse. She lives over there in that little burrow.”
“Thank you, Mr. Osprey!”
And she skipped away towards the burrow.

At the burrow, she found that Miss Mouse was sniffling, but she wasn’t quite as sick as Mr. Osprey.
“Good morning, Miss Mouse! How are you feeling?”
“Not too bad, Rachel, thank you for asking.” Miss Mouse coughed a little. “The family is sick as well, but we can get by.”
“That’s good to hear. But when did you get sick?”
“Hm..” Miss Mouse tapped her cheek as she thought. “I think it started last week, when I ate a piece of wheat that tasted terrible. You can talk to the plants, dear, or maybe visit the Wheat family over at the field. I’m sure Mrs. Wheat would be delighted to speak with you.”
“Thank you, Miss Mouse!”
And she skipped away towards the wheat field.

When she arrived at the wheat field, she was very surprised by what she found. The Wheat family didn’t look sick at all!
“Hello, Mrs. Wheat. How are you today?”
“Perfectly fine, dear Rachel. Why do you ask?”
“The animals had a meeting, and everything is wrong! I’ve asked around, and I noticed something strange. The ospreys and the mice are sick, and they think it’s because of something they ate.”
“Oh, that sounds terrible. Well, if it helps, I do remember that about a week ago, there was something that landed on me. It was very small, so I lost track of where it was after that.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Wheat! That might just be the key!”
And Rachel left with a smile on her face.

For days and days Rachel tried to figure out what could have gone wrong- and most importantly, what the mystery thing that landed on Mrs. Wheat was. She felt it was all connected somehow… Then one day, just when she was about to give up, she had an idea. A brilliant, wonderful, almost impossible idea.

The time of the next world meeting had come, and all the animals had gathered again. This time, though, they were all quiet as they waited for Rachel to present her findings.
“Animals of the world,” she announced. “I’ve figured out what went wrong!”
“What happened?”
“Who did it?”
“I found out that there was a mysterious little particle that visited the Wheat family- but it was so small they hardly noticed it. But they didn’t know that the particle affected them very much. When Miss Mouse ate a piece of wheat, she started to get sick, and spread it to all her family. Then, when Mr. Osprey ate a mouse, he got sick as well, but this time even worse than Miss Mouse! His whole family was affected, and that’s why they aren’t here right now.”
“So who is this mysterious particle?” asked the eagle.
“Here she is… Little DDT!”

Rachel held up a blade of grass, and everyone leaned closer to see the particle.
“So, Little DDT, why did you do it?”
“It’s all your fault!” she shouted. “All of you! None of you appreciated what I did for you!”
“That’s not true!” the animals cried. “We were always grateful.”
“Except maybe the insects,” Rachel added.
“But no reason can excuse what you did, Little DDT,” the eagle said seriously. “You tried to change the world in a very bad way, and for that we have to punish you.” The eagle raised his voice so that everyone could hear him. “I declare that Little DDT should be banished to her bottle, forever!”
“No!” cried Little DDT, but no one listened to her.

So Little DDT is now safe forever in her bottle, and the world is peaceful and everyone lives happily ever after.

THE END

We did our “theme writing” today in English which we have to write an exactly 120-word essay. I had a hard time writing because it was too short and you really have to do it in 120 words, no more, no less. At first, I thought it was minimum of 120 words so I wrote too long. But when I realized that, I started counting and omitting some words and phrases and I ended up disappointed because it was not as good as the previous one. I decided to post the original version.

The topic was connected to our discussion in Southwest Asian literature. “What is the greatest problem in this world? What kind of superhero do we need to fight this problem?”

This world is shrouded with millions of lies. We might haven’t noticed it but they are everywhere; and they come in different shapes and sizes. Cheating is lying to your teacher about your grades and requirements. Adultery is  lying to your spouse about your affairs. Even corruption is lying in an even greater extent: to your nation about your claims to government property.

Lying in fact seems to be our social way of survival. It does protect ourselves to shame, harm, and punishment. But still, it does not negate the fact that it’s a selfish thing to do; stealing the rights of others to know the truth.

Truly, lies are the most ultimate and prevailing  sin in this world; the root of all other problems. There should be a superhero who will contain an extraordinary sense of judgement, a.k.a. “Mr. Truth”. With his special powers, he shall sense and abolish the lies covering up and shall help turn out the truth; and with these he shall be a great and fair judge. But we really don’t need so much fantasy about Mr. Truth. He has always been with us; all we need is a little of our conscience to help prevail the truth.

Haiku is a traditional Japanese poem made up of 17 syllables and three lines. The first line should contain five syllables, then the second should contain seven  and the last should be five again. So basically, the format is 5-7-5. It’s quite simple and easy to write, though you really have to limit your words so it would fit in the format. Theme is usually about nature, though it can also be about other things. And most importantly, it should only focus on a central image.

Not Yet Late
Running up the stairs,
The bell rang the second time.
Chill! Five more minutes…

In our school, first bell tells us that it’s time to end the class and go to the next one. Then, the second bell tells us that we should already be at our respective classrooms. You would be counted late when you arrived six minutes after the second bell and absent/cutting class if you arrived eleven minutes after the same bell.

Hunger Reliever
The stomach rumbled.
With a great cup of noodles,
The stomach silents.

Whenever we’re hungry at the dorm, we always resort in foodstuff like cup noodles, biscuits and junkfood. It’s very unhealthy.

Dorm Rules
Internet… DOTA…
Quick! Minimize the toolbar!
Before you get caught.

Internet and laptop are usually only for educational purposes in our school dormitory. Every night, an inspector checks and sees into it that we are studying. And so every time we hear someone knocking at the door at the middle of the night, we would minimize the internet windows quickly and go back to whatever school-related things we are doing so we won’t get caught.

Miss Yuhico
As the door opened,
The butterflies have arrived.
It’s Geometry Time.

Miss Yuhico is one of the most popular geometry teacher in our school because of her love on butterflies. Whenever and wherever you see her, always expect butterfly motifs at her stuff, especially her dress. Even her faculty room is full of butterflies, some are posted on the wall  while  other are hanging above the ceiling.

I had read it twice not for the purpose of getting a high score in the exam, but because I appreciate my position in my life.

Weiwei, the main character of the story, is depicted to be the Kitchen God’s Wife; the one who had to carry the burden and the sufferings for his husband. As if she was born to suffer and meant to taste the bitterness of life. And yet she was strong-willed; so strong that she managed to pull herself altogether despite the worst things that happened to her. I admire her in that way, though she’s a little stubborn.

First Bad Fate: She was born with a mother called Double Second, meaning that her mother replaced the dead second wife.

Second Bad Fate: Her mother left her, leaving all the disgrace for her to carry.

Third Bad Fate: Her Old Aunt and New Aunt did not treat her nicely; they threatened her over her mother’s tragedy.

Fourth Bad Fate: She was married to Wen Fu, which made her life so miserable and devastated. This was probably the worst fate that happened to her in the whole story.

Fifth Bad Fate: She lost a lot of her babies: Mochou, Yuki and even her beloved son Danru.

Sixth Bad Fate: She was thrown in the prison for being accused of adultery.

Seventh Bad Fate: Pearl was born and Wen Fu was the father.

Eight Bad Fate: Jimmy Louie died recently.

Ninth Bad Fate: Pearl was now suffering with a disease called “Multiple Sclerosis”. And her daughter haven’t told her yet.

I think these are all her bad fates in her life, but of course, there are some good times too. The thing is, she was able to survive this kind of life, not even traumatized in the fact that Wen Fu made her a plaything. She is one of those few women who really has this strong will in life to go on.

After reading this story, I contemplated myself. If I were in Weiwei’s position, I might’ve cried all day and blamed others for giving me this bitter life. I might’ve even consider running away, far far away where no one would chase me out, where no one will know my past.

I also realize how lucky I was, having the full support of my family: basic necessities, education, love, happiness, etc. And I am very grateful for it. As for Weiwei, I wish her all the happiness for the rest of her life, at least.

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