Pumkin Patch!!

HOST FAMILY DAY-----> Date: Sunday, October 21st 2012

                                              Location: Jubilee Farm

Today, this morning , we had the pumkin patch at Jubilee Farm (1 hour away from Seattle). When we got there, we got on a big truck to go to the place where the pumkins are growing. The soil was muddy because of the rain , so everyone had to wear rain boots or hiking boots. Wherever I looked there were pumkins in all sizes! After the patch, we ate the most tasteful tamales and drunk hot cider (hot apple juice with many spicies inside). Yummie!!! :P A!! I forgot to mention the beautiful scenery of yellow and red trees during the trip to go and come back home.. ! 

 

                                                                                                                                   

                                                           

                             

                                                                                                          

Randomly on street..!!!

-What happen to your smile??

-Nothing! Thank you!! :D

-Right!!! :D

.....Crazy Americans...!

For just a Moment...

Forbidden love told through age old

Tales, gives some hope,

And some fear

Pulled in by something

I can't quite explain

He brings a light to my world

As if all things cruel were gone.                                                                                

The world seems perfect,

For just a moment.

Hope is tangible,

For just a moment.

All fears subside,

For just a moment.

                                                                                                                           

But memories fade, and people

forget.

For just a moment I can feel the

world returns, but as change passes

The age old tale a Romeo and Juliet

returns.

The fear

The cruel

The wicked.

For just a moment.

-a child's poem

                                               

 For just a moment

                        

                                                                                                                                       

Fortune Cookie!!!

After having dinner at a thai food restaurant, I got my fortune-cookie!!

"Not every soil can bear things. Be practical."

                                                                                                                                                           -Saturday, September 22nd 2012-

Just a poem..

Where I'm from

I am from the sugary                                                          

and bitter grapes .                                                                            
From the warm,
salty spring waters
lapping at the shore.
I 'm from the sun wanted sand
and heated pebbles.

I am from the
sweet smell of my house,

from freshly washed bed-clothes.                
I am from maroon leaves
and brown bark of
the towering Beech tree
looking like a secret
world from the grass.

I am from breaded chicken
and from scrumptious salmon.
I am from rich pie and delicious cider,

fresh from a farm.                                                                          

I am from loving parents
and grandparents,
from laughable siblings,
and from caring nannies.

A child's poem....                                                                                                                       

Poem of the day...

A slash of Blue—

A sweep of Gray—
Some scarlet patches on the way,

Compose an Evening Sky—

A little purple—slipped between—

Some Ruby Trousers hurried on—

A Wave of Gold—

A Bank of Day—

This just makes out the Morning Sky. 

- Emily Dickinson -

Something..somewhere.. randomly..

Yesterday, on Monday, September 17th 2012, I went out for a walk and do some research for classes and courses at the community college. While I was on the bus, I noticed a poem of Pablo Neruda on a wall with bold and colorful letters ...

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,

or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,

in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms

but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;

thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,

risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.

I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;

so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,

so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,

so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.

http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/N/NerudaPablo/17Idonotlove.htm