Journal Entry 12: Sin

For me, sin is something that you commited against your own rules. There are still some universal rules though, well, it applies to you when you were first born, you basic thoughts and morality. If you feel your actions doesn't go against your dogma or morality, then you don't commit a sin against yourself. To me, sin is like black beans. God is up there throwing a black bean whenever you have done something wrong, and a white bean for the things that you have done right or thought right. Once you die, your beans will be calculated, and you will be decided of where you soul will be. I consider rebeling your parents as a sin, however i don't know why i just do it naturally. I can't even stop myself from doing it. It was done so easily that i dont even realize it. Killing is a sin as well, well, intentional killing, if you have a purpose such as to eat, then that's another story. If you kill for fun or something that is not life meaning full, then that is consider a sin. Lying and betrayal is something against my dogma. I hate betrayal, that is also the reason i will never, in my life betray whoever is close and dear to me. No one was accused of sinning before in front of me or i have heard of it, because i believe sinning is a spiritual thing that you feel yourself. If you don't feel it, other people can't say anything about it then.

Journal Entry 11: Fear as a Motivator

I beleive, fear is the greatest motivator if you are directing people in a large sense. Like you uses fear to make other people to do things. But if you are talking couple wise, then love is the biggest. Back to fear, fear is the thing that drives people forward. The fear of failing, of being screamed at, being killed, being whatever is what makes one moves forward. You want to succedd and do something right, therefore the idea of not achievingg your goal terrifies you unintentionally and you do the thing right. Proably not terroize you, it just pushes you to do something right. In the sermon, the fear motivator is the fiery pits of hell. The fear of being in the pit of hell terrified the people to believe in christ. People did scared me to do what they want, the fear of being threatened of giving away your personal secrets. The fear that other people might not like you makes me wanna be around all people. Its kinda hard to live with no fear, since everything around might means the opposite. Machiaveli also said that fear is a great motivator and tool to rule over a country. With love comes hate, fear and honor comes together. You can be loved and hated easily, it switches around fast. However, with fear and honor, it is inscribed in other's mind and heart. It will take lots of actions to wipe fear and honor of one person. In choosing fear and love, i chose fear to motivate other people, when people are scared, they might even achieve something beyond what they thought they couldn't do

Journal Entry 10: Church, anyone?

I have been to quite alot of these religious ceremonies. In fact, i had to be there for it is a requred whole day thing when i was back in the catholic school. It was a long and tedious pain in the ass for me. It wasn't my religion, nor will it ever be i think, and the long hours of chants and singing are just tiring. The father would walk around with a strange ball in his hands, waving it around for this smell of the chinese shuan, the smell was so thick i feel i could taste it. I would sometimes hold my breath until it passes away. My butt would be sitting on the chair for an hour until the next song or chant came along, and we would all have to stand up and sing it. The soles of my foot screams in pain as i stood up and my ass would let out a relieved cry. To add some fun during the mass, some people would fart or burp during the thing while father talks, and we would all laugh quietly until the father raises his voice. By comparing these two events do u mean in the sinners of GOd? cause im not so sure. If i have to compare to other normal church activities, its quite different as well. In the sunday church, they would be all dressed up and sing interesting songs. I feel, that a sunday church is better than a mass that the catholics has. The catholic mass are tiring and long.

Journal Entry 9: Motivation

I believe that the character all behaved the specific ways in the poems due to their own belief of religions. Religion is a powerful thing, people could devote their whole life just for a chrished belief or God.  They would sacriffice themselves for what they believe to be true. For me, right now, i don't remember quite of a specifric poem in mind to refer this journal back to the book. However, judging by the laws that were established for the people living inthe puritan soceity, they devoted their lives for the religion. They abaondoned the things that are beautiful and enjoying to follow their own beliefs. Just by a bible and the things wrote inside changed a community as a whole. In the poems and stories that we have read from the start of the year, different characters still have different belief on what God and their religion menas. In Anne Bradstreet, she believes that God can take everything, the real thing lies in heaven. In world in hounding me discribes the belongings in the world as nothing, something that we should not care, the real thing is in the mind. In the scarlet letter, the community basically uses the rules and ideas of the commandments as the actual laws of the city.

Journal Entry 8: Compare and Contrast: Bradstreet v Sor Juana

It has quite the same feeling and theme. Both poems talk about the possesion wealth and belongings on earth as something that is not required. In the poem of Ann Brad street, material belongings in the world are not important because she will getting more in heaven. The real life lies within heaven and not on earth. In the poem "world in hounding me", the treasures lies within the mind. It saids that wealth and treasures are not important. What's important is the gain of mind, the treasures and material belongings will fade into dust.
In the poem of Ann Bradstreet, the rhyme uses the tefchnique called "End rhyme". In the poem "world in hounding me" uses a sonnet. The abba abba rhyme scheme. Basically, the word vanity in these two poem is just in what i have discussed above. The people are not focused on the material goods, they are focussed on the goods of the mind and the level of spiritual values.

Journal Entry 7: Hounding

Seeing the last sentence of your journal prompt, i bet we will have to write a poem like that, just not sure if it is for pleasure, journal or a actual graded assignment. To be honest, i have no idea what the poem is. I missed the front part of what you were talking about the journal prompt and i forgot to bring back my book to look at the poem. To hound is to chase, if the world is chasing me, that would be pretty scary. I feel as if the poem title is hinting that this guy have some problems going through his mind now, and his not so stable. I remember there's this syndrome that the person would be scared of the world and the things that his not familiar with. The poem title seems to feel that way. Since i haven't read the poem, i really don't know. However, if i were to link the poem back into the current chapter we have right now, it might have somehting to do with the Puritan beliefs again. The belief that God owns everything. The person doesn't own anything and God and decide what things stay and not stay. If what i suspect is true, then it might be that the guy wishes to have no belongings of Earth. He just longs for a spot in heaven. Again, i really didn't read the poem so i really don't have any idea what this might actually be about.

Journal Entry 6: Poem About Loss

The judge raises his gun
the tension has begunm
i clinged to the rail
but no shots ringed
steady as i stood
heart pounding as i waited
the gunshot did not ring
splash
as i went in the water
humiliation creeps up
humiliated, i glanced across the crowd
the judge glanced back at me
with disappointeing gaze
a icy feeling creep over me
as the judge talks to me
i see the trophy leaving me
i see the fame starting to disappear
as i realize i was disqualified
my heart sunk
my thoughts regathered
my confidence stronger
i hold on to the rail once again
my mind grew sharper
as the gunshot rang, i feel my muscle loosens up
the world seemed to stopped
i see my shadow in the next lane
heart pounding, muscle tensing, trying to swim past my old self
Bam
i won, against my old limits