Wednesday 24 April 2013

Poem interpretation, and favourite poem.

A poem that I love must be the Timothy Winters by Charles Causley. It shares a tragic tale, of mistreatment, abuse, and suffering, in a beautiful manner, illustrated by many different rhymes. It is also very descriptive.

Here is the poem.

One of my favorite verses in this poem is this one.

Old Man Winters likes his beer 
And his missus ran off with a bombardier, 
Grandma sits in the grate with a gin 
And Timothy's dosed with an aspirin. 

It describes Timothy's hardships at home, but in a smooth, rhythmic way.


Today after talking about how to interpret a poem I feel that I am quite comfortable with learning new techniques on how to interpret poems, and that I found it to be quite easy to pick up.
Even though I had never heard of the different qualities that we discussed today, I still was able to pick it up.


Sunday 21 April 2013

When I think about Nature.

When I think about Nature, I think off basking in the bright sunlight, in green grass, staring at the clouds, and drifting away from the reality of my life and all it's problems for a while.

Monday 18 March 2013

Last minutes.

When did I start cutting onions in my room?
My eyes are sweating.
Ok no I'm bawling.

So I was just casually scrolling through my facebook newsfeed, when I came across this video, and I watched it and it just, I can't explain.

Just remember that we find love in everything, not only humans, but every single living thing, and every single object, and sometimes we can't even place the importance and imprints that they have on our lives until after they are gone.

I suggest you gather a box of tissues, an uncut onion and a chopping board and a knife, just in case someone walks in on you crying, so you can just blame it on the onions.

Comment your thoughts, and any personal experiences( if you want to share them of course) that you have had like this.

Enjoy the video.

Sunday 24 February 2013

What is the What- thought and opinions

I am currently catching up in What is the What.
So far in What is the What, I have found myself to be disturbed at parts. I am normally able to handle mature and shocking themes, such as rape, and drugs, but in What is the What, at times I have really found the need to stop, due to the fact I am so disgusted by what David has described, and the fact that this is a possibly "true story", really disturbs me.
What is the What has it's moments of gripping magic, perfect one liners, engaging plot, but I find it dithers a lot, and bores me, especially when it goes back to the american line, I find it way to detailed.
All in all What is the What has been a good read for me, but I need to catch up, and I think that I just have to learn how to not lose focus when the boring repetitive parts are happening.

Sunday 3 February 2013

Is blogging a useful component in the english classroom?

Thesis Statement: Blogging is a useful component in the english classroom

I think blogging is a useful component in the english classroom because it gives students an excellent platform to practice their writing skills, but in a way they enjoy. Blogging is enjoyable because it gives bloggers the chance to put their views and opinions online, about anything they want, and for their writing pieces to be uncontested as to why they have written them, due to the fact that blogging is what YOU want to share, not what everyone else wants you to share. By writing about what you want to write about, this encourages you to write more, a universal agreement is the more you practice, the better you become, therefore this improves writing skills also.
However it is still a tool that needs to be refined. For example, I personally see the merits of blogging, but I struggle to come up with unique and original ideas for blogging, because I like to not follow what everyone else is doing, but try and do something a bit different. And most of the things that I am interested in have already been done. So I think that if there was one aspect of blogging that could be redefined, it would be more focus on how we can come up with good topics for blogging that we are interested in but that have not already been done and also how to assemble thoughts on paper, because it can be difficult for some of us.
Blogging is a useful component in the english classroom, but one that needs to be refined, by being taught about skills of how to come up with unique ideas, and how to assemble thoughts on paper.

Thursday 31 January 2013

Bird in a cage.

I'm a bird in a cage.
A beast that has to be contained.
I'm a bird in a cage.
I have to be careful not to release my rage.

I am restricted like a bird in a cage.
I want to be free like a bird in a cage.
I want to let myself go, and be free.
Let my wings spread and be me.
But I am restricted like a bird in a cage.

To Be continued.

Friday 23 November 2012

I'm crying.

I don't like writing sentimental posts, I really don't. But for once after watching a video on youtube, I'm proud to say I'm weeping, I'm weeping my eyes out at this current moment. This is to do with something that I was going to write a blog post on, and I caught also when I was reading one of Lina's blog posts. It's to do with family and friends. And it will give you an idea of my weaknesses, and vulnerabilities.

There have been countless countless times, when I have felt alone. As a child, i'm going to come out here, I was not the most " popular " person at school. I'd make friends but lose them almost straight away just because they didn't like me. I was always alone. And then I made friends, suddenly I was popular, people were inviting me to their parties, I was at discos, I had two of the best friends I could imagine and then suddenly, I was whisked away to Singapore. A fresh new start.

In Singapore, when I joined UWC, the same thing that happened to me in the early years in London, happened to me again, I had friends, but none of them liked me, they just didn't want to insult my feelings but sooner or later, people told me what people actually thought about me, and I found myself in the same depressed and horrible state I was in my early years in London. But sticking with the people who liked me, and trying to remain positive really helped, it did. And sooner or later I found a group of friends, who accepted me and loved me, and I have matured and changed and I am now back in a happy state with friends, and various groups I love to be with. But, sometimes I look at how fortunate I am, and I take a step back, as not to tempt fate to do what it has done to me so many times before, set me up for disappointment. Sometimes, I retract into a shell, that I only allow my friends who I know will not ditch me, in. Just because I think it's too good to be true.

But during this entire process, who has been with me? I am in a family of three, we are really closely knit, it's just me and my mum and dad and being an only child, I have a lot of attention showered over me. And my mum and dad always worry about me, they "nag" me to work, they "nag" me to keep my room clean, and these things are annoying but they really, really are for our own good. And they love us. My mum and dad have been for me countless times when I have needed them too, they have helped me with bullying issues, teacher issues and work issues. And it dawned on me that parents are an integral part of our life but we never shower love and attention over them like we do on our friends.

This brings me to the main part of this blog post. The video.

My point is, I've been friendless, I've been hated, but I've never  been alone, because of my parents. Shower love and attention on them like you do to your friends. Think of them more. If there is a party going on, with all your friends, or a quiet dinner with your family, think about having dinner with your family and enjoying their company.

Friends will not be with us forever, but our family always will.

Thank you for reading.