Thursday, March 25, 2010

Journal 31: What are your passions?

Reflect on your passions in life. Then answer the following questions:
What is your passion? (something you do on your own, something that offers you intrinsic rather than extrinsic reward).
What have been your experiences with this passion?
Where would you like to take it? How would you like to stretch your knowledge, skill, experience, impact with or through this passion?

Right now one of my only passions that I can think of, off the top of my head, has to be thrill seeking. It's about pushing your limits and seeing how far you can go. Even if I'm afraid I use that to fuel my the rush and go for it.

Since pre-school I remember climbing on the monkey bars and hanging upsidedown till my face got hot from the blood rushing to my head, and I'd swing. And I remember scaling the rock walls of my house to see the veiw from my roof and feeling the force of the winds tugging at my t-shirt as I take a glimpse down and feel the adrenaline running through me. My heart just races every time.
I remember going parasailing for the first time with my cousin Jamie, it was so cool! It was when I was in eighth grade.

Honestly, I really don't know where I'd take this. I really just watch the travel channel with my mom and see the people have fun and say out loud "One day, I'm gonna do that."

Friday, March 5, 2010

Cassandra: Journal 27 - 28

Cassandra
Can you hear me?
You believe me, don't you?

Not a day goes by
that someone walks past me and my muted yells
Unable to hear the words that I speak
Unable to hear the sincerity in my voice.

I walk my path alone and ignored,
as if I was preaching the words of a dying city
begging for someone to listen to me.
"The wooden horse will be your downfall"
"This is the day that Troy will die"

Insight was her gift, the gift of Apollo
She had no reason to lie, she spoke the truth
Yet, no one believed her

I have seen things, heard things, learned things.
I have no reason to lie, I speak the truth
The question is,
Would they believe me?


I wasn't really happy with my other poem so I decided to do somemore reasearch late at night a few days ago and came up with this. I hope you like it.

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Journal 30 : I Believe Brainstorm

There are my friends- my best friends, and My Wife.

My very best friend, May Lei, I call her my wife. She left the biggest impact on me since 8th grade. Spending most of my time with her, and getting to know her let me learn myself about how I could act. She let me become my own person instead of acting how i was taught and how people percieve me. She taught me to be more open and let go of

Parents
There is a time and place for everything. You should act a certain way. When you're told to do something you do it.... :P

Kimo
Sometimes you have to act. Some people like only parts... Sometimes people can't handle the real you...

Saturday, February 20, 2010

Journal 27-28, Moon?

As the winds come and go, and the tides rise and fall,
The moon waxes and wanes from night to night.

Emotional turmoil change like the tides,
Controlled by the secrets of the fluorescent midnight sun.

Creating waves, forces with brute strength and flowing beauty.
Waves fierce enough to destroy cities but gentle enough to kiss my feet and wash the stones.

Changing phases, with the same routine but each day different.
Showing my different sides, different lights of myself only to certain people.

Changing colors, from bright elegant whites, to dark yellow, and sometimes romantic yet horrifying soft reds.
The ever changing, untamed moon who can't seem to stay still.

A lunatic by nature, wild and unexpected, I feel like this
for today.
What does tomorrow have in store for me?




I'm sorry, if it seems a bit vague, I can't really think of any myths that inspire me. I ended up trying to think of something to say... I came out with that. Sorry this is kinda a free write