Kyoka Seki

October 27, 2010

Writing II

Ms. Wheeler

Poem

 

 SUPREME SANCTUARY 

Red, Yellow, Green, That’s What I See,

Birds are Singing,

Breese Brings the Sweet Flower to Me,

Grass is Touching,

It Was a Great Pleasure,

And I Thought It’s a Treasure.

 

MY UN-POISONED APPLE

I Don’t Want to be Like SnowWhite,

I Will Be the SnowBlack,

Looking Carefully, Tossing Up and Down

Nothing is Unusual…

Sniffing Like a Dog, All the Way Top to the Bottom

 Nothing is Unusual…

… Let’s Eat Then!

Haiku

When You Raise Your Hands,

You Cannot Reach the Great Sun, However,

It’ll Give You the Strength.

A GIRL FROM DENMARK

There Once was a Girl From Denmark.

All the While She Hoped to Have a Marker.

So She Went to the Market.

And Then She Brought a Marketable Marker.

The Cute Little Girl From Denmark.

 

A FISH FROM FINLAND

I Once Met a Fish From Finland.

Every Day He Goes to Fishing to the Sea.

But Whenever He Goes Finishing,

What’s a Fiasco,

The Fish Find a Fiancé Everytime.

That Strange Slimy Fish From Finland.

MARGARET

You are a Day- Hot and Sunny,

You are an Apple- Red and Ripple,

You are Ballet Shoes- Soft and Cute,

You like Nature- Green and Clean,

You Are Field, Wide and Wild.

You Are Pure.

You Are White as a Margret.

You Are My Life.

THANKFUL

Thinking About You,

How Much Nice You are,

And How Thoughtful You are,

Kind You are,

Full of Energy

Unbelievably!

Like You A lot.

 

THE BANNY AND THE TURTLE

As the Turtle Climbed Over the Rocky Rock,

First the Turtle Stepped Suddenly in the Front of the Sleepy Banny.

 

 

JUST A PIECE OF CAKE

I Have Eaten the New York Cheese Cake,

The was In the Second Shelf of the Refrigerator,

And Which You were Probably Saving for the Tea Time.

 

Forgive me,

It was Tiny, so Delicious and Just Piece of Cake to Finish the Whole Thing.

 

Diamante

Sunrise

Hot and Warm

Orange, Yellow and Red

Shining, Moving East to West

Fading, Getting Dark

Chilly and Cold

Sunset

 

 

 

White

Pure, Clear

Smiling, Singing, Laughing,

Snow, Ocean, Dust, Mud,

Crying, Hurting, Screaming,

Dark, Cold,

Black

What If I Was a Piece Of Cheese,

I Might Be Rotten Like Zombies,

 

What If I Was a Piece of Cheese,

I Could Be On the Hot Melted Pizza,

 

What If I Was a Piece of Cheese,

I Would Ask to Bake a New York Cheese Cake With Me!

 

Would You Like To Be a Piece of Cheese?

EARIEST MEMORY

On The Blue Luther,

Climbing It With My Both Hands and Feet,

Scary, Sweaty, Screaming,

Reaching to Dad’s Secret Room,

I Made It!

 

Pencil,

Shiny, Sticky, Skinny,

Sticking, Coloring, Writing,

Don’t want to be shorter

Pencil

CHATTING

Chatting

Computer, Notes, Cell phone,

Laughing So Hard

Like Watching Comedian T.V. Show

 

Backpack,

Holding,

Touching Our Back,

Huge, Thick, Heavy

Tired,

Cooking, Washing, Cleaning,

At My House,

My Dear Mother

 

Wish Poem

 

I wished I had different name when I was little,

Wished I had more siblings when I was small,

Wished I didn’t have to leave Japan when I was a young girl.

 

I wish life is more exciting,

Wish there is no school,

Wish people is always nice to me.

 

I am wishing everyday is in peace,

Am wishing everyone is happy,

Am wishing no fighting or having wars,

And I am wishing to see smiles in everyone’s faces.

 

Suddenly Disappeared

 

It is hard to tell you,

I don’t want to tell you,

Make you mad at me like a cow,

Wasn’t only my fault,

It was too cute and attractive to me,

But still,

It was my fault,

I am very sorry

That I ate your chocolate.

Fall Leaves

 

I am sorry about that.

That you are now on the ground, wet and cold ground.

 

But don’t think this like

The trees hate you guys,

Or they don’t need you guys.

They did need you always,

In spring,

In summer,

In fall,

And in winter.

 

But just remember that

That you guys were always with the trees,

With your mother.

You are just going to live separately from them,

You become more independently.

 

It is the love

That your mother let you go.

It’s not easy to both of you,

But Mothers have to be difficult to their children.

Like Mother of lions.

 

And don’t think that you are useless.

Believe yourself and be proud of you.

Pink

Lovely Color,

Like You,

In My Heart

THE PRINCES

Waving, Smiling, Dancing

The Princes,

Automatically

Married

In The Fairy Tail

 

I AM

 

I am Kyoka,

I am the unique girl from the island.

 

I wonder why rainbow had seven different colors,

I wonder why do I like colors, color pink,

 

I hear the voices from the fish in the tanks,

I hear the voices from my heart,

 

I see people,

I see ghost, but not often,

 

I want to be tougher and smarter,

I want to be a teacher for the little kids,

 

I am Kyoka,

I am the unique girl from the Island.

 

I pretend to be like someone, sometimes,

I pretend to be Kyoka,

 

I feel the warmth of the kindness,

I feel the icy heart,

 

I touch the flower,

I touch my hair,

 

I worry if I look strange in the clothes,

I worry everything,

 

I cry often,

I cry when my heart break in tiny pieces,

 

I am Kyoka,

I am the unique girl from the Island

I am from s skinny jeans, tank-tops, baggy t-shirt, and jacket with cute little hoody everywhere,

From many sizes of literature, on the huge square brown desk and in the nice tall bookshelves,

From a square comfy sun covered with light pinky cloth,

From a lot of picture I took, keychain as gifts from my friends, and postcards grandmas gave me, all the things are on the cork book,

I am from home- colorful and enjoyable.

 

I am from “Mew,” tiny cats are always relaxing nearby smelly garbage cans,

From where birds are chatting with squeaky low voices, and singing their songs in the deep jungles,

From tall buildings are standing straight up like skinny asparagus

From where dancing koi live in the lakes, they are fighting for food with the poor black swans. Just crazy as you!

I am from Huafa- noisy zoo and mysterious jungles like Amazon.

 

I am from nearby Hong Kong and Macau,

From place by this not-really-clean and beautiful looking ocean. The tea colored ocean,

From the underground is a door to go to a cute little foreign country- Macau,

I am from Zhuhai- an international and a fun City.

 

I am from a place where sells cheap foods, delicious tropical fruits are sold everyday.

From the longest history in the world,

From the noisiest country ever,

I am from China- the tropical and huge country.

 

I am from Japan.

I am just Japanese.

They made beautiful sushi,

They made awesome sweets,

Everyone likes taking photos,

Everyone likes their phone to text their friends,

I am from Japan- I am the yummy islands.

 

I am seventeen,

In the way to become an adult,

Become independent from parents,

Finding ways how to live my life.

Not easy at all,

But I will, someday soon.

 

I AM

 

 

I AM

 

I am Kyoka,

I am the unique girl from the island.

 

I wonder why rainbow had seven different colors,

I wonder why do I like colors, color pink,

 

I hear the voices from the fish in the tanks,

I hear the voices from my heart,

 

I see people,

I see ghost, but not often,

 

I want to be tougher and smarter,

I want to be a teacher for the little kids,

 

I am Kyoka,

I am the unique girl from the Island.

 

I pretend to be like someone, sometimes,

I pretend to be Kyoka,

 

I feel the warmth of the kindness,

I feel the icy heart,

 

I touch the flower,

I touch my hair,

 

I worry if I look strange in the clothes,

I worry everything,

 

I cry often,

I cry when my heart break in tiny pieces,

 

I am Kyoka,

I am the unique girl from the Island

I am from s skinny jeans, tank-tops, baggy t-shirt, and jacket with cute little hoody everywhere,

From many sizes of literature, on the huge square brown desk and in the nice tall bookshelves,

From a square comfy sun covered with light pinky cloth,

From a lot of picture I took, keychain as gifts from my friends, and postcards grandmas gave me, all the things are on the cork book,

I am from home- colorful and enjoyable.

 

I am from “Mew,” tiny cats are always relaxing nearby smelly garbage cans,

From where birds are chatting with squeaky low voices, and singing their songs in the deep jungles,

From tall buildings are standing straight up like skinny asparagus

From where dancing koi live in the lakes, they are fighting for food with the poor black swans. Just crazy as you!

I am from Huafa- noisy zoo and mysterious jungles like Amazon.

 

I am from nearby Hong Kong and Macau,

From place by this not-really-clean and beautiful looking ocean. The tea colored ocean,

From the underground is a door to go to a cute little foreign country- Macau,

I am from Zhuhai- an international and a fun City.

 

I am from a place where sells cheap foods, delicious tropical fruits are sold everyday.

From the longest history in the world,

From the noisiest country ever,

I am from China- the tropical and huge country.

 

I am from Japan.

I am just Japanese.

They made beautiful sushi,

They made awesome sweets,

Everyone likes taking photos,

Everyone likes their phone to text their friends,

I am from Japan- I am the yummy islands.

 

I am seventeen,

In the way to become an adult,

Become independent from parents,

Finding ways how to live my life.

Not easy at all,

But I will, someday soon.

 

 

Kyoka Seki

Narrative Writing- Failure

September 26, 2010

Ms. Wheeler

Writing II

Secondary IV

 

“Kyoka, don’t worry. You did a great job!” The word echoed in my head for an uncountable long moment. I did not want to listen. I did not want hear this from anyone. I wanted someone to comfort me. I just ran off the stage. Tears came from my eyes suddenly like waterfalls.

Many people have told me that I have perfect piano fingers; long and skinny- and, then they ask me how many years am I have been playing piano. I started taking piano lessons when I was just six years old. People seem really surprise and applaud that I have actually been playing piano for over ten years. I should feel really proud, however, instead of feeling delighted, I feel really ashamed when I felt people about this because I am not a good pianist at all.

First of all, I did not like my piano teacher. She was not a mean and harsh teacher. I did like her as a person. I did not like her as a piano teacher because she favored people. She especially favored my classmate who practiced a lot and had a great aptitude for playing piano. The huge difference between her and me was; she plays piano fascinating and I played piano okay. Even when I practiced hard, she was always above the clouds.

“Who wants to show us your talent?” Mr. Farwell uttered loudly in the cafeteria just before our lunch recess, passing the green paper with information on it. I am not going to do this. After a week since Mr. Farwell had announced students, almost no of us were signed on the paper on the corkboard out by the cafeteria. He sighed aloud when he saw the paper that nobody signed. I am sorry, Mr. Farwell. If I could, I will do it but I really don’t want to do this. I hated to be in front of people. I was not proud of my English and I was extremely shy. I did not have guts to vote myself to go in front of people. After a few days, my mind changed 180 degrees. I have no idea how, but I signed my name. My friends were really surprised, and Mr. Lang and Miss. Joanie cheered me on. I felt as if; I can do something cool!

I practiced really hard. I had not played piano for about a year at that time. I practiced everyday, every night, whenever I had time to practice. I practiced two pieces, “L’adieu” by Burgmuller, and “Canon (Pachelbel)” by J.Pachelbel. I practiced the piece “L’adien” with my piano teacher before I left Japan and I practiced “Cannon” by myself. I picked up these pieces because I liked them and I thought these were easy for me, because I had already practiced them before.

On the day of the talent show, it was a sunny but not a hot day. I was really anxious. The rehearsal went on excellent! I hoped the show was going to be just like this, however, only a miserably sad ending awaited me.

I ran from the stage. My tears were already in the corner of my eyes. People clapped for my awful piano performance because it was nice to do even though I didn’t play wonderfully. I could not accept this, I did not deserve this. There was my favorite teacher, Mr. Lang, standing in front of me.

“Kyoka, you did great job.” I just started crying like a small baby and he hugged me. Some of my friends’ mom also told me I did a good job. When I got home, again, I just ran to my room upstairs and cried the whole night. It was such a long night.

“Who wants to sign up and show us your talent this year?” Mr. Farwell had announced in the music room soon after our secondary class finished. Again…?! Ugh, I am NOT going to do this again. I don’t want to be ashamed like last year! Nevertheless, I signed up. This time, someone encouraged me, Miss. Joanie and Mrs. Richards who was our music teacher and my piano teacher after school.

Mrs. Richards changed my spirit for the piano. She was and still is a great pianist.

One day, after her music class, she called me and said, “Do you still play piano?”

“Not anymore,” I answered petulantly, “I have been looking for my new piano teacher, but I can’t find a good teacher who speaks English, at least because… you know, I don’t speak Chinese, yet.”

“Well, then you’ve already found one. If you want to take lessons with me, let’s do it!” Since that day, she became my piano teacher.

She heartens me, and practiced piano with me every Friday after school. This encourages me and I felt like I can make it this time!

I practiced and practiced two piano pieces over and over, “Piano sonatina C major” and a Mexican duet. Nathan, Mrs. Richards’ son, declared,“I want to play the duet with you.”

I whined, “I can’t do this! I am going to mess up like I did last year!” Even though, I was so negative, he told me “Believe in yourself. Just think about the success!”

The claps filled the cafeteria that night. It was the happiest moment in my entire whole life. The failure changed my life 180 degrees. People actually can changed the failure to the brilliant successful moment!!

August 6th in 1945

Kyoka Seki

Reading  II

September 4, 2010

Ms. Wheeler

Ray Bradbury Project

August 6th in 1945, all human beings must remember what happened on this day, forever and ever. This day is when the first atomic bomb had been released at Hiroshima, Japan by the United States. It is the most terrible bomb in the world so far.  I hate talking about “the World War II” and “atomic bomb” because it hurts my feeling every time the word comes up. 

Some houre said, “It was a nightmare,” and I agree. I do not know exactly because World War II ended a long time ago, but I know what happened and what it looked like.  I had studied about World War II and the atomic bomb since I was in first grade. Every August 6th, students in my school go to school and talk about is even it is the middle of summer vacation.  Maybe it was because I lived close to Hiroshima, or it was because we go on a school trip to Hiroshima. Whatever the reason was, I had to go to school every August 6th and watch movies about World War II. When I was little, I hated watching, and they made me sick.

My grandparents have told me it was America’s fault that they bombed and destroyed Hiroshima and Nagasaki. I have my own opinion, it was not only America’s fault, but it was also Japan’s fault. I think Japan is to blame the most because Japan attacked Pearl Harbor without warning.

Wars destroy human senses. People become heartless devils who hide under humans’ skins.  I hope this will not happen again.

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Autobiography

Kyoka Seki 
Writing VI Writing II 
September 1, 2010 
Mrs. Wheeler 
Autobiography

 
                 One fine sunny spring day in 1993, when the cherry blossom bloomed all over the city, I was born in a tiny hospital in Fukushima, Japan. I lived there until I was three years old, just before my fourth birthday. I lived in Oita, Japan until I moved to Zhuhai, China in 2008. I live with my dad, mom and one younger brother, Hidehiro. Hide has been my little brother since I was six years old. We have had countless amounts of fights, the causes are always quite stupid, such as who knows Pokémon better, and who will eat my cookies. However, we are really getting along with each other now. 
              I am named Kyoka, the daughter of Hiroyuki and Yukie Seki. My parents named me “Kyoka”, because they want me to be an elegant, clever, and international Japanese girl. When I was still a little girl, I did not love my name because no one had the same name and I always wanted to be “not unique.” I went to kindergarten for two years, but I did not like it at all because they always made fun of my name and my “tallness”. Mom tried to make me feel better by saying, “Your friends are just envious of your tallness and your pretty name, Kyoka.” Then, I had nice friends and teachers in my elementary school, and I really liked my seventh and eighth grade years in Japan. I made a lot of best friends. I am now attending an international school called QSI: Quality Schools International. I did not like coming to this school the very first time I arrived, because I had no choice choosing friends. Because our school was quite small, there are not many students around my age. However, I have been going out with many nice people. They are from all over the world: Japan, the United States, Spain, India, South Korea, Denmark and so on. I cried when Dad told me all of my family has to come to China with him because I wanted to stay in Japan and wanted to go to high school there, but since I made tons of sweet friends, moving here was the best decision I had. 
              “Kyoka” means everything. In my world, I am the queen who can control all. Sometimes, I become very selfish and cannot think about anything besides myself, especially, when I do not feel good or upset about something. For example, I have listened to music so loud in the night that everyone could blame me. According to my mom, I am the kind of person who feelings in my face, which is not really a good thing because normal teenagers can control themselves and they probably know how to be socially acceptable. I did not like myself either until I found out that being a special person is not a bad thing, and I have a cool unique name. Once, I felt awful about my life because there were always walls in front of me, the big and thick ones, but I am here because of them and I do not hate my life anymore. Things happened to me because I need be stronger, much tougher and wiser. Before, I would complain about everything, but these disasters were meant to happen to me, so that I like my life and I could think about these troubles in many different ways. My world had changed in plenty of different ways since the day I stopped wining about everything. 
              In the future, I want to go to college in the United States and to study more about English consequently, English is part of my life now. I want to have a child when I get married, but I do not think I want to have more than one child because my life was full of peaceful moments until Hide was born. I used to be a brilliant child and my parents were proud of me, but since the day Hide got wicked, I became wicked and more selfish. I want to marry someone who can understand me when I am about 25 years old, I would not care about his age if we love each other. I want to have one husband because getting divorced is just too painful. Mine have not divorced, but my best cousin’s did and I could not help him. He used to laugh a lot and we made fun of each other, however, since the day his mom left him, he stopped smiling and I feel sorry for him. I hope I do not have to life a long time. In my earlier plan, my funeral is going to be before I turn 50 years old. However, sometimes I think this idea is ridiculous, because I do not want see my wrinkled face. 

 

Hello :D

Hello 😀

I am kyoka.

Nice to meet to all of you!

Love, kyoka

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