What Goes Around Comes Around

What Goes Around Comes Around
Edited: 6/19/08 10:58 PM

Love is giving someone your heart
And trusting them that they won’t break it.

I loved you

But all you did was trickme into giving you my heart.
I gave all my trust to you.
I was vulnerable in your hands.

But you think that you can turn it into glass
And throw it onto the cold, hard ground
Thinking that you shattered my heart into a thousand pieces
Which will get rid of me.

You can lock my heart into a box, bury it, and throw away the key.

You can smother my heart into the dirt and step all over it with cleats.

You can attach my heart to a lead ball and throw it down a well.

You can grind up my heart and feed it to blood-thirsty dogs.

I may have given you my heart.
Due to your clumsiness,
I deeply regret that.

When you throw it on the ground,
You will regret it.
Because my heart is made of rubber.

So when you throw it on the ground,
I will come back and smack you in the face.

So when you throw my heart on the ground,
I will come back and smack you in the face.

So don’t play with my heart.

Good riddance.

Head Over Heels

So this is a mini- short story
that I had to write for Creative Writing.
We have to creative a scenario
regarding a dead metaphor.
Dead metaphors are cliches.
Ex. slept like a baby, beauty is only skin deep, etc.

Head Over Heels

It was my first day of school.
A new fresh start.
"Im going to get all As and there is nothing to distract me"
I walked to my first class all excited and ready to learn.
New classes, new teachers, new friends.
But then,
I saw him.
He was walking to class
All cool and nonchalant.
Uh oh, Why now!?
This is going to ruin my whole academic year.
No! Dont think about boys.
Theyre stupid.
I shouldnt waste my time on them.
I mean whats so great about them?
Whats so great about him?
Besides the fact that hes super cute, very funny, totally smart.
Or that he is just perfect in every way.
Ugh! Snap out of it!
You cant afford distractions.
But he is just too perfect sigh
No. This isnt a crush.
I dont like him.
I refuse to.
Im just going to be friendly.
Oh! Here he comes. "Hey..."
I couldnt speak.
My throat shutted tight.
My heart started to pound like it is going to jump out my chest.
No No No!
This cannot be a crush.
It just cant be!
He walks right past me.
Getting farther and farther away.
Right to his girlfriend...
I just felt like he clawed open my heart and and stepped all over it with cleats.
The feeling was overcoming me!
I didnt know what to do.
I ran in the opposite direction and tripped and tumbled down the stairs.
I couldnt see anything, I was like a little kid rolling down a grass hill.
All disoriented.
Head over heels.
Ugh! What is happening to me!?
How can I be so overcomed that I didnt see a flight of stairs
I dont like him!

Dance is a Sport

Some regard it as nothing
Some, as something.

Dance is both a sport
And an art.
It can be harsh
But also sweet like a tart.

To be a dancer, like a boxer,
You have to be fit.
And every beat, like a drum.
You have to hit.

A ballerina has to be able to fly across the room
Like there is no gravity.
A hip hop dancer
Has to burst with tons of energy.

Strength is the most
Important key.
Without it,
Dance teachers will tell you to leave.

Despite its negatives,
There are a lot of positives.

When I dance,
I feel like there is no pain.
Everything is carefree,
There is no rain.

I enter a world
Of complete bliss.
I dont get discouraged
Even with one miss.

Dance allows me to
Freely express
Without any
Outside stress.

But dance is
Definitely a sport.
More intense than any other
Of its sort.

It takes up a lot of
Effort and energy.
I dont get why people
Make fun of me.

Guys make fun
of it and say that it is easy.
I would like to see them try
And then they can tell me.

They think that girls
Cant be strong
But oh how they are
So so wrong.

Some dancers are so hardcore
That they are so strong
and can beat those bullies
To the hard, cold floor.

Dance is a sport.
Dance is Love.

Free Writing

SO I made a seperate blog to store all my freewrites if you want to check it out. You dont have to. I guess you can if youre really bored or want to enter into the mind of vicky :)

http://vickychansfreewriting.blogspot.com/

Short Story

So I’m taking the Creative Writing course at Harker Summer Institute. 1 of the assignments was to write about a journey. The journey has to be literal but have an abstract meaning behind it.

So I chose the transition between Middle School to High School in term of thinking ahead to college.

So I wrote a little short story and I will explain the meaning behind it later.

**btw…this story is fictional =)**

I leave home in my sleek silver convertible to high school. I left 30 minutes earlier than usual so I knew that I have time to do whatever I want. It is hot but no too hot outside. It is windy but not to the point of discomfort. It is sunny but not irritating to the eyes. The weather is perfect. I drive at a slow leisurely pace. All the other cars pass me and I don’t care that I am slower. I have time. I see everyone else turn right to take the direct route to school. They tell me that I should do the same so that I can get to class early. But I just ignore them since that road has so many stoplights. Instead, I turn left and take the scenic route while watching the beautiful trees and flowers pass by. A pink and green picture is painted onto the windshield which is reflected from the scenery. I look out the window and see the beach. It looks so inviting. Even though it was the morning, it was bright and sunny outside and I really wanted to stop there. I entered a dreamy divagation of relaxing on the beach. I imagined the party. I was actually invited to this party. Not just any party. The party of the year. What am I going to wear? Who is going to be there? Then all of a sudden, a car honks at me. The driver yells at me that I am driving like a snail. I just brush it off because I know I have time. Then I quickly look at the clock. I am late for class. I was so busy thinking about the party that I did not notice that I am late. Everyone is probably already there. Ready to start the lecture. So I speed up. I race through the streets. I did not even stop for breakfast or to get my favorite Strawberry Frappuccino. I get all green lights. “Wow I’m lucky” I thought. I will definitely get there in time. I am only 5 minutes late. No big deal. But once I walked in, I heard the worst word that anyone can hear. “Detention.” I have to go to detention since I was late to too many classes. Not now! This means that I have to miss the beach party. I took a sharp and indrawn breath, half groan, half acceptance. If only I concentrated on my priorities. If only I did not take time for granted. Maybe I should have taken the direct route and arrived early. I would be at the beach right now with all my friends. What else did I miss out on? I do not know.

OK…warning.
The analysis of this story may cause confusion, boredom, etc.
So don’t blame me or think how I think is really weird.
Because this was just a random short story.

So the main character (the narrator) represents an 8th grade who is “waking up” and entering the “real world” and realizing that she does not have time anymore to slack off. This story was inspired by my best friend Joanna who was not waken up as early as most people. But when she did, she did the most she can to make herself better and improved a lot. Even though it was a bit late, she is excelling. She is doing much better than most people since she realizes that she has no more time to slack off. So this is a story about someone else who is not like her. And I pity the person this is. If you are, maybe this is a wake-up story for you.

So the character leaves her house (middle school) to go to high school. She thinks that she is set for her educational life in high school. So she decides to take the easier route. Since she was successful in Middle School, she feels that she can breeze her way through high school. So she takes her time and only does things she wants to do. She focuses on partying and does not give a second of thought to school. All her friends who care about her try to warn her about it (the “right turn” pun intended haha). They tell her that warn her but she just ignores them. She decides to take the easy route (scenic route) instead of the hard route (direct route) with the many obstacles (stoplights). During this long drive (the journey through high school), she just daydreams. But then a honk (loud persuasive voice…can be a parent, friend, teacher, conscience, etc.) woke her up and she realizes that she is late (this is like realizing that SATs are important mid-junior year). So she rushes to her class and gets all green lights and thinks that she is lucky (sorry but luck cannot save you here). Luck has always been with her (like in middle school). But it turns out, that luck did not save her since she is late and has to go to detention. (She wakes up late and did not go to the college of her choice). She missed out on all the fun at the party (in college) and will never know since she did not concentrate on her priorities.

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