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Hello my beloveds.

Well, more than just hi, I should say…

LONG TIME NO SEEEEEEEEE~~~~

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It has been how many years? I believe 3 isn’t it?

My, how the time flies. I can’t believe I am sitting here typing out words to a blog I started exactly 3 years ago this day. (yes, it’s our anniversary hu hu hu)

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I honestly have to say though, I don’t even know why I decided to log into my blog today of all days. Coincidence I believe, but the fact that today was in fact a special day made me a little bit nostalgic.

I spent a good amount of time going over our previous blog posts, some of our favorites, and some of yours too.

It was depressing a little seeing how horrible I was with writing (not that I am any better now but I mean I should be right…?)
ehhhhhhh soooo what I wanted to say was…

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Breaking the Barriers

As time goes by, there is one point where everything clashes together and you just want to give up. There is a point in time where everything piles up inside you and you feel the lid about to explode in your mind. That point was now.

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Yet… deep inside me, I had the urge to want to do something as cool, as memorable, as this. Although at the moment, all I want is for summer to come, for limitless slumber, for unscheduled days, to be able to go eat wherever I want. But will I not regret it?

However, there’s the other side of my brain that questions this. What if I get embarrassed? What if, like the other one, it will become ultimate failure and wasn’t worth the try? Do I really need to go through the process of being embarrassed?

Now THAT is a big barrier. I don’t get this thought often, but when it hits me, it builds up, stays strong, and I tend to move away, towards another road that is open.

There is a big barrier, that must mean this is the wrong road. That was the thought I got most of the times, being a hypocrite, yes I am. I tell the world to break the barrier, yet when it comes to me, I do the opposite. And that is going to change. A thought came into mind, wondering what would have happened if I had just climbed over that boulder, as hard and risky as it is, and how my life would have been different. Would it have been far easier, more exciting, less stressful as it is now? Or would it have had no difference at all? Maybe it would have been worse.

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Trying to Survive the Market

As I’ve been reading the Grapes of Wrath, I noticed that I have started to grow a little fond of the book. The story is quite slow, but it isn’t too bad after all. On a nice Thursday morning, my teacher assigned the class what’s called the 1-pager.

It’s basically a summary of a chapter, the book, or a scene, with illustrations, quotes, and a phrase to show the readers what or why you feel is important. I chose a chapter to summarize, not of the main character literally, but of the life of an everyday person who wants a car.

“Used Cars! Cheap used cars!”

 

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How Hungry ARE You?

It’s really fascinating how different your mood becomes when you’re extremely hungry. It’s like your body fills you with an overwhelming need to eat and regain energy. I, for one, go absolutely bonkers when I’m starving. I don’t think you’d want to see how I’d look, but it looks something like this:

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So when I was reading Animal Farm, I couldn’t help but understand completely how angry the animals became when they weren’t fed.  Mr. Jones neglected them, forgetting to feed them all day, and I knew something bad was about to go down because of it. Then, when the animals rebelled and kicked Mr. Jones off of his farm, I was excited for the animals. Mr. Jones was a horrible, drunk farmer anyways, who needs him? Certainly no one. While reading this, I found many parallels between this book and the Russian Revolution of 1917. Mr. Jones symbolized the last Russian Czar, Nicholas II, who was also a bad ruler. A famine spread throughout Russia and food shortages got worse because of the World War. Because of the food shortages, people also got angry, like the animals did, and organized riots. The Duma soon abdicated the czar and the people soon fell under the rule of Lenin, then Stalin. Similarly, the animals soon fell under rule of Napoleon, who like Stalin, was a totalitarian ruler. Too bad the situation got worse for the animals, and not better.

In my English class, we also watched The Seventh Samurai. For those who don’t know, this Japanese movie is about a village of farmers who have been raided by bandits. These farmers are devastated, left with almost nothing to live for. They seek the help of samurais, who they believe can help against a future attack of the bandits. However, many samurais decline their offer, because the farmers have nothing to offer them besides a little bit of food every day. Fortunately though, through time they find a group of samurais willing to help them. The movie shows their process of preparing for a future attack, their struggle for survival in the process, as well the outcome when the attack eventually takes place. Fueled by hunger and misery, these farmers fight to their best ability alongside the samurais to defend their village. They actually have to starve themselves in order to provide enough food for their samurais. The samurais give their best efforts to defend the village as well, even though they know there will be no great wealth or honor as a reward for their services and there won’t be much food given by the farmers. Although this movie is a little dated, you should watch it if you haven’t already. It’s an amazing movie with an amazing plot and an amazing moral. Fight for what you’ve got and don’t let anyone step over you, no matter what situation you’re in. Help those in need, regardless what might be given as a reward. You should just do good deeds for the sake of doing good deeds. It’s the thought that counts.

So yeah, hunger cause you to do things you normally won’t do. For me and the animals in Animal Farm, hunger causes anger and agitation. For the farmers, it gives them a certain strength, a reason to defend their village from the bandits.

-Cinnamon Roll.