Part 3
Peter sat in the living room trying to do his homework while his three younger sisters argued over their dolls. "Mindy!! Let go it's my turn to play with Barbie!" The little girl shouts as she tries to pull her doll away from her sister. "Peter! Peter! Mindy and Carmen are fighting!!" The youngest sister calls to him.
Peter couldn't stand it any longer. "Stop your hollering! All of you!!" Peter yells at the girls. The sisters froze and gave him guilty looks. "Now, I'm just going out for a bit to get my soccer ball back, ok? I'll be right back, so just stay put." Peter puts his blue jacket and leaves the apartment while locking the door.
Wandering around in the parking lot, Peter heads towards his neighbour's wooden fence. He peered his head over to see if he could spot his ball. It was right in the garden, sitting on top of the cabbage patch. However, getting the ball wouldn't be as simple as one would think. This was Mr. McGregar's garden, and he never took lightly to vegetable thieves such as Peter. The last time he had gone into Mr. McGregor's garden, he had his leg torn by his old dog. Since then, his mother never left him off his case.
However, the lights were turned off and his car wasn't in the drive way either. Now was the perfect time to get his ball back. Peter reached his arms on top of the fence and lifted himself up. Landing on the ground, he accidentally squashed one of Mr. McGregor's tomatoes plants. Ignoring the red splats covered on his pant legs, Peter quietly sneaked into the cabbage patch and grabbed his soccer ball. He looked around the garden for a bit. It was a lot bigger than he expected. "Well, I've got my ball back," He thought to himself, "But it would be ashamed to leave all these vegetables behind while the old grouch is gone. After all, we hardly have any food in the house now a days." Peter scanned the area again just to make sure no one was there to see him, then he quickly plucked a few tomatoes and cradled it in his jacket. A row of radishes caught his eye. "Ohh! My favourite!" He said as he picked them from the ground. "I'll just tell mom that I found the twenty and went grocery shopping..."
Pretty soon, Peter had picked practically every kind of vegetable in the garden. His jacket was weighed heavily with onions, tomatoes, radishes and cucumbers. "Man, this is heavy!" He sighed. "I'll have to leave in from the front gate with these." Peter headed towards the wooden gate, however as soon as he went to open the latch, he met the gaze of a pair of black eyes and sharp teeth. It was Mr. McGregor's dog. He started barking furiously at Peter. Before he could even tell it to shut up, he saw old Mr. McGregor walking towards the back yard.
"Hey!! What are you doing in there, you varmint??!"
Monday, May 18, 2009
The tale of Peter Tibbar Part 2 (modern Peter Rabbit)
The Tale of Peter Tibbar
Part II
It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon and Peter was out playing soccer with his friend, Benjamin in back parking lot of their apartment building. "Ha! In your face!" Benjamin boasts as he scores a goal on Peter, striking the ball at the garbage bins. Peter picks up the ball and grins. "A lucky shot. You better go long for this one!" Peter throws the soccer ball in front of him and kicks it hard with the tip of his foot. "Oh, crap!" Peter shouts. The ball went a little further than he expected, flying above of the cars, over top of the fence and into the back yard of a small house beside the parking lot.
"You're getting that!" Benjamin called over to him. "Ain't no way I'm going into that old grouches yard. Peter sighed, "Fine, fine." Just as he was about to climb the fence, Peter's mother enters the parking lot. "Peter! A word, please!"
Peter rolled his eyes, "Alright, I'm coming." running up to her, he could see she wasn't in a good mood.
"Where's the twenty dollars you promised me." She demands, crossing her arms. "Could we talk about this later, I'm busy..." He said, shifting his eyes. "Excuse me?" His mother raised her voice, "I told you I had to go shopping tonight, our fridge has been empty for a week! Now, what did you do with your money?"
Peter stared at the ground. "I...I lost it. It was an accident!" His mother glared at him. "I can't believe you!" She yelled loud enough for the neighbours to hear. "You know, if you had a job and weren't wasting your time goofing off, we would have money in the house!" His mother gave a sigh and placed her hand over her face. "Ok....well, do you have a five on you?" Peter reached into his pocket and fished for his five dollar bill. He slowly handed it to her, and she grabbed it out of his hand. "This is enough for a loaf of bread at least. Now do me another favor at least and look after your sisters while I'm gone. I won't be long." Peter nodded at his mother, still looking at the ground. His mother makes her way onto the sidewalk. "And make sure they do their homework."
Benjamin walks up to Peter. "Er, sorry to hear that, Pete. I'll see you later, then. Good luck getting your ball back." Without another word, Peter waves good bye to his friend and miserably enters the apartment building.
Part II
It was a beautiful Sunday afternoon and Peter was out playing soccer with his friend, Benjamin in back parking lot of their apartment building. "Ha! In your face!" Benjamin boasts as he scores a goal on Peter, striking the ball at the garbage bins. Peter picks up the ball and grins. "A lucky shot. You better go long for this one!" Peter throws the soccer ball in front of him and kicks it hard with the tip of his foot. "Oh, crap!" Peter shouts. The ball went a little further than he expected, flying above of the cars, over top of the fence and into the back yard of a small house beside the parking lot.
"You're getting that!" Benjamin called over to him. "Ain't no way I'm going into that old grouches yard. Peter sighed, "Fine, fine." Just as he was about to climb the fence, Peter's mother enters the parking lot. "Peter! A word, please!"
Peter rolled his eyes, "Alright, I'm coming." running up to her, he could see she wasn't in a good mood.
"Where's the twenty dollars you promised me." She demands, crossing her arms. "Could we talk about this later, I'm busy..." He said, shifting his eyes. "Excuse me?" His mother raised her voice, "I told you I had to go shopping tonight, our fridge has been empty for a week! Now, what did you do with your money?"
Peter stared at the ground. "I...I lost it. It was an accident!" His mother glared at him. "I can't believe you!" She yelled loud enough for the neighbours to hear. "You know, if you had a job and weren't wasting your time goofing off, we would have money in the house!" His mother gave a sigh and placed her hand over her face. "Ok....well, do you have a five on you?" Peter reached into his pocket and fished for his five dollar bill. He slowly handed it to her, and she grabbed it out of his hand. "This is enough for a loaf of bread at least. Now do me another favor at least and look after your sisters while I'm gone. I won't be long." Peter nodded at his mother, still looking at the ground. His mother makes her way onto the sidewalk. "And make sure they do their homework."
Benjamin walks up to Peter. "Er, sorry to hear that, Pete. I'll see you later, then. Good luck getting your ball back." Without another word, Peter waves good bye to his friend and miserably enters the apartment building.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
The tale of Peter Tibbar
Purpose: To interpret an urban spin off of peter the Rabbit, portraying Peter as a young teen living in poverty. (Tibbar is Rabbit spelled backwards)
Peter lay on his bed, staring at the cracked ceiling. It was almost seven o'clock in the morning, though he hadn't slept a wink that night. His eyelids were heavy yet his body felt full of adrenalin. All that had been running through his head was his encounter with Mr. McGregor and his menacing dog. How could he have been so stupid?
"Peter!! Get up already!" His mother banged on his door. Peter groaned. He did not want to get up at all knowing that he'd have to pass Mr. McGregor's house while taking his sisters to school. "It'll be fine." He assured himself. "At least it was dark enough that he didn't notice me." He got up from his bed and put a fresh set of cloths. He reached for his blue jacket which was normally in his closet, but it wasn't there. "Where the heck is--" Then it hit him. "Oh...Crap!" He had left his jacket behind after it got caught on Mr. McGregor's fence.
Peter lay on his bed, staring at the cracked ceiling. It was almost seven o'clock in the morning, though he hadn't slept a wink that night. His eyelids were heavy yet his body felt full of adrenalin. All that had been running through his head was his encounter with Mr. McGregor and his menacing dog. How could he have been so stupid?
"Peter!! Get up already!" His mother banged on his door. Peter groaned. He did not want to get up at all knowing that he'd have to pass Mr. McGregor's house while taking his sisters to school. "It'll be fine." He assured himself. "At least it was dark enough that he didn't notice me." He got up from his bed and put a fresh set of cloths. He reached for his blue jacket which was normally in his closet, but it wasn't there. "Where the heck is--" Then it hit him. "Oh...Crap!" He had left his jacket behind after it got caught on Mr. McGregor's fence.
Monday, May 11, 2009
Spring cross word poem
A wakening
P rosperous
R ain, rain, more rain
I nviting
L ush
M erriment and celebration
A nimals mate and nurture young
Youthful
Spring....
P rosperous
R ain, rain, more rain
I nviting
L ush
M erriment and celebration
A nimals mate and nurture young
Youthful
Spring....
Hidden voice (poem)
Something's stuck down there,
Lurking in my gut,
But I cannot find it.
It's brewing beneath me,
Deep inside my body,
But I cannot harness it.
I want to shove my hand down
And grab it with my fingers
But I'm afraid it'll slip through
I want to shout at the top of my lungs
And wave it around
But I'm afraid of what others will see
I want to show you,
I want to show everyone my voice
But all it does is echoe
My voice...
My voice...
Lurking in my gut,
But I cannot find it.
It's brewing beneath me,
Deep inside my body,
But I cannot harness it.
I want to shove my hand down
And grab it with my fingers
But I'm afraid it'll slip through
I want to shout at the top of my lungs
And wave it around
But I'm afraid of what others will see
I want to show you,
I want to show everyone my voice
But all it does is echoe
My voice...
My voice...
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Old, but not worn out
As I was at the hospital with my aunt while visiting my grandma, I met old man who was curiously wandering the hallways, greeting everyone he met. He was slightly short, bald, I think he was Tibetan, but I swear he had the presence of the Dali Lama. Despite he was in a hospital, he smiled sincerely and said hello to my aunt and I. His eyes lit up as he told us that it was his last day in the hospital and that he would be going home the next day. He was just beaming with joy, that it made me feel happy as well.
He seemed to be spreading it to everyone else where ever he went! As he walked further down the hall, he saw a food tray lying on the floor. He bent down to pick it up, usually you would expect old men like him to cringe bending their backs forward, but he did so easily. The nurse came down the hall, pushing a trolley with dinner trays stacked high, thanking him as he tried to place the tray over top of the piles. "My mother use to tell me that there's always a second person to help." he said to her as he went on his tippy toes to reach the pile that was twice his height. I went over to help him and placed the tray on top of the stack. He grinned and thanked me. I couldn't help but smile back. it was contagious!
Then he decided to walk into one of the other patient's room. "Hello! Do you need any help?" He asked one visitor sitting in a chair by the hospital bed. I was outside of the room, I could hear him talking and laughing heartily. He had a pretty booming voice for such a small person. So full of life. After talking with the visitor, he went into the next room to great the other patients! He was just a sweet man. You don't see many people around like him these days. Despite the fact that he had probably gone through a lot, he seemed so selfless. He was happy he was going back home to his folks and was trying to give hope to everyone else by spreading his kindness. I admire that about people, but at the same time I feel ashamed at how selfish I can be at times. I hope that one day I will be as light-hearted and grateful about life as him.
He seemed to be spreading it to everyone else where ever he went! As he walked further down the hall, he saw a food tray lying on the floor. He bent down to pick it up, usually you would expect old men like him to cringe bending their backs forward, but he did so easily. The nurse came down the hall, pushing a trolley with dinner trays stacked high, thanking him as he tried to place the tray over top of the piles. "My mother use to tell me that there's always a second person to help." he said to her as he went on his tippy toes to reach the pile that was twice his height. I went over to help him and placed the tray on top of the stack. He grinned and thanked me. I couldn't help but smile back. it was contagious!
Then he decided to walk into one of the other patient's room. "Hello! Do you need any help?" He asked one visitor sitting in a chair by the hospital bed. I was outside of the room, I could hear him talking and laughing heartily. He had a pretty booming voice for such a small person. So full of life. After talking with the visitor, he went into the next room to great the other patients! He was just a sweet man. You don't see many people around like him these days. Despite the fact that he had probably gone through a lot, he seemed so selfless. He was happy he was going back home to his folks and was trying to give hope to everyone else by spreading his kindness. I admire that about people, but at the same time I feel ashamed at how selfish I can be at times. I hope that one day I will be as light-hearted and grateful about life as him.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Earth's monologue
Today, I feel blue. Even though it is Spring now, and all that numbing, cold snow has melted away from my body, I somehow feel depressed. It's strange. Usually, seeing the budding trees and the orange bellies of robins make me ecstatic, but I guess it's just making me feel worse about myself. Everywhere, things are changing; the birds have found life partners, flowers are blooming back to life, even the humans are preparing plans for Spring's arrival. Yet, no matter what season it is, or how warm the weather gets, I remain here. I stay the same. I cannot change like they can.
I know it doesn't seem like a big deal. I mean, I am the earth. How can I change when I'm the one that provides for them? They depend on me for their survival. If I were to change, their routines would be altered and they would cease to exist. I am the only one out of the four elements that has to carry this heavy burden of life on my back, yet they don't appreciate my sacrifice. You know how hard it is to make friends with the other elements? Take fire for instance. I've always found him beautiful. He can change his colour from red to blue, depending how hot he gets. His warmth is soothing, but as when he stays on top me for too long, he ends up burning my exterior! How rude! And wind! You can never tell what mood she'll be in next. At first she'll grant me with gentle breezes to cool me off on hot days, whispering the latest gossip
in my hear. Then all of a sudden, I say one wrong thing that'll set her and she'll be huffing and puffing and howling at my face. not onl that, but she's always in a hurry, she never really has time to talk with me. She probably doesn't know how lucky she is, being able to see every inch of the world.
Water is the only element I can have a decent conversation with I suppose. I depend on her as much as she depends on me. She gives nutrients to my soil and refreshes my exterior on dry days. Sometimes, she can be a little too much. She's a tad dramatic and when she starts crying, she floods my body untill I can no longer breath. She can change as well, turning herself into ice, vapors and bak to a liquid again. It makes me slightly jelouse. I don't know...I guess I'm tired of being the same. I'm tired of all the elements showing off their abilities. I'm tired of being me.
I know it doesn't seem like a big deal. I mean, I am the earth. How can I change when I'm the one that provides for them? They depend on me for their survival. If I were to change, their routines would be altered and they would cease to exist. I am the only one out of the four elements that has to carry this heavy burden of life on my back, yet they don't appreciate my sacrifice. You know how hard it is to make friends with the other elements? Take fire for instance. I've always found him beautiful. He can change his colour from red to blue, depending how hot he gets. His warmth is soothing, but as when he stays on top me for too long, he ends up burning my exterior! How rude! And wind! You can never tell what mood she'll be in next. At first she'll grant me with gentle breezes to cool me off on hot days, whispering the latest gossip
in my hear. Then all of a sudden, I say one wrong thing that'll set her and she'll be huffing and puffing and howling at my face. not onl that, but she's always in a hurry, she never really has time to talk with me. She probably doesn't know how lucky she is, being able to see every inch of the world.
Water is the only element I can have a decent conversation with I suppose. I depend on her as much as she depends on me. She gives nutrients to my soil and refreshes my exterior on dry days. Sometimes, she can be a little too much. She's a tad dramatic and when she starts crying, she floods my body untill I can no longer breath. She can change as well, turning herself into ice, vapors and bak to a liquid again. It makes me slightly jelouse. I don't know...I guess I'm tired of being the same. I'm tired of all the elements showing off their abilities. I'm tired of being me.
Monday, May 4, 2009
A jump into Shonen Jump
Purpose: To inform manga or comic book fans about a particular magazine filled with Japanese comics.
Audience: Teens
From ninjas to pirates to soul reapers, you can find all your favourite action packed manga in Shonen Jump magazine. Shonen Jump is a monthly magazine owned by Viz media Media; a leader in the publishing and distribution of Japanese manga for English speaking audiences in North America, the United Kingdom, Ireland, and South Africa and is a global ex-Asia licensor of Japanese manga and animation. It was a spin off of the weekly Shonen Jump, One of the longest-running manga magazines in Japan. It sells for $7. 99 Canadian. However, this isn' like your average magizine; since the Japanese read their books from right to left, so does this magazine.
The magazine contains chapters of different shonen manga, or "boy manga." Shonen is basically the Japanese word for boy. Although shonen manga was created to attract younger male audiences, they can still be enjoyed by both boys and girls. Shonen Jump magazine features recent and popular manga such as Naruto, Yu Yu Hakisho, One Piece, Bleach and Yugioh GX.
They generally have around a few chapters per manga that continue on in the next issue. Each series provides character profiles and a synopses of the previous chapters. Sometimes they include a bonus preview manga of a new Shonen Jump series. They also add in other extras, such as interviews with mangakas (Japanese comic artists or cartoonists), fan art galleries, contests, limited edition cards, video game previews and reviews on other manga.
On the positives, this magazine is ideal for audiences who are unfamiliar with manga. It's general purpose is to introduce these series to new manga readers so that they will become interested enough to buy the separate volumes. It's a great beginner's guide to manga, since it also gives you manga definitions and terms. The graphics and colourful captions are also a plus because they draw the reader into flipping through the pages.
However, this magazine is not for those hard core manga readers. Most serious manga/anime fans like myself would agree that Shonen Jump magazine and the manga they feature are too "Americanized" and kiddish. Although it may give some information on new series, it's a waste of energy to buy considering most of us can go purchase our favourite series our selves or find some manga scans on websites instead of waiting a whole month to see what happens in the next chapter.
On the whole note, I would suggest this magazine for those who do not read manga often and wish to become familiar with it. For those of you who are extreme manga lovers, don't expect to be as satisfied.
Audience: Teens
From ninjas to pirates to soul reapers, you can find all your favourite action packed manga in Shonen Jump magazine. Shonen Jump is a monthly magazine owned by Viz media Media; a leader in the publishing and distribution of Japanese manga for English speaking audiences in North America, the United Kingdom, Ireland, and South Africa and is a global ex-Asia licensor of Japanese manga and animation. It was a spin off of the weekly Shonen Jump, One of the longest-running manga magazines in Japan. It sells for $7. 99 Canadian. However, this isn' like your average magizine; since the Japanese read their books from right to left, so does this magazine.
The magazine contains chapters of different shonen manga, or "boy manga." Shonen is basically the Japanese word for boy. Although shonen manga was created to attract younger male audiences, they can still be enjoyed by both boys and girls. Shonen Jump magazine features recent and popular manga such as Naruto, Yu Yu Hakisho, One Piece, Bleach and Yugioh GX.
They generally have around a few chapters per manga that continue on in the next issue. Each series provides character profiles and a synopses of the previous chapters. Sometimes they include a bonus preview manga of a new Shonen Jump series. They also add in other extras, such as interviews with mangakas (Japanese comic artists or cartoonists), fan art galleries, contests, limited edition cards, video game previews and reviews on other manga.
On the positives, this magazine is ideal for audiences who are unfamiliar with manga. It's general purpose is to introduce these series to new manga readers so that they will become interested enough to buy the separate volumes. It's a great beginner's guide to manga, since it also gives you manga definitions and terms. The graphics and colourful captions are also a plus because they draw the reader into flipping through the pages.
However, this magazine is not for those hard core manga readers. Most serious manga/anime fans like myself would agree that Shonen Jump magazine and the manga they feature are too "Americanized" and kiddish. Although it may give some information on new series, it's a waste of energy to buy considering most of us can go purchase our favourite series our selves or find some manga scans on websites instead of waiting a whole month to see what happens in the next chapter.
On the whole note, I would suggest this magazine for those who do not read manga often and wish to become familiar with it. For those of you who are extreme manga lovers, don't expect to be as satisfied.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Deviantart.com review
Audience: Teens to adults, those with artistic background
The purpose is to inform and encourage other artists about a particular showcasing website
For artists out there who are interested in sharing, viewing and collaborating their works with other artist, deviantart.com would be the best showcasing website to visit. Deviantart is an online community that aims to provide a place for artist to exhibit a wide variety of works such as photography, flash animation, traditional art, digital art, literary art, and filmmaking. It's also a great place for artists to gain recognition so they can sell their art.
First off, in order to become apart of the deviantart community, you have to create your own account. Users, or deviants get their own profile page which consistst of their status, gallery updates, blog/journal and comment page. Deviants can comment and rate each others artwork as well as place works to their favourites gallery. They can also add other deviants to their watch list. There are many ways for users to communicate with each other. Deviantart provides chat rooms and forums for users to talk amongst themselves, or they can send private messages and type comments on profile pages.
Deviantart is organized in a way for users to browse, post and search works with ease. The main purpose of the site is for users to upload and post their creations. They can categorize their works in different mediums such as sculpture, graphic art, painting, etc. and add search key words to it. The most popular works get posted daily on the site's homepage. Deviants can also purchase a prints account for an annual fee of $24.95 where they can sell their work printed onto a variety of media such as shirts, mugs, puzzles, calenders, postcards, and magnets.
The biggest downfall of the site is it's copyright protection. Although there is an option to place a devianart water mark with your username on your piece before you post it, it does not ensure that your work will be completely safe from plagiarists. Since there is no review of potential copyright and Creative Commons licensing violations when a work is submitted, violations of plagiarism can remain unnoticed until reported. Also, deviants' artwork are public and can be viewed by others without a Deviant account.
For artist out there who want to improve their skills, deviantart is a great site to share their work with others and gain hints, critiques and suggestions.
The purpose is to inform and encourage other artists about a particular showcasing website
For artists out there who are interested in sharing, viewing and collaborating their works with other artist, deviantart.com would be the best showcasing website to visit. Deviantart is an online community that aims to provide a place for artist to exhibit a wide variety of works such as photography, flash animation, traditional art, digital art, literary art, and filmmaking. It's also a great place for artists to gain recognition so they can sell their art.
First off, in order to become apart of the deviantart community, you have to create your own account. Users, or deviants get their own profile page which consistst of their status, gallery updates, blog/journal and comment page. Deviants can comment and rate each others artwork as well as place works to their favourites gallery. They can also add other deviants to their watch list. There are many ways for users to communicate with each other. Deviantart provides chat rooms and forums for users to talk amongst themselves, or they can send private messages and type comments on profile pages.
Deviantart is organized in a way for users to browse, post and search works with ease. The main purpose of the site is for users to upload and post their creations. They can categorize their works in different mediums such as sculpture, graphic art, painting, etc. and add search key words to it. The most popular works get posted daily on the site's homepage. Deviants can also purchase a prints account for an annual fee of $24.95 where they can sell their work printed onto a variety of media such as shirts, mugs, puzzles, calenders, postcards, and magnets.
The biggest downfall of the site is it's copyright protection. Although there is an option to place a devianart water mark with your username on your piece before you post it, it does not ensure that your work will be completely safe from plagiarists. Since there is no review of potential copyright and Creative Commons licensing violations when a work is submitted, violations of plagiarism can remain unnoticed until reported. Also, deviants' artwork are public and can be viewed by others without a Deviant account.
For artist out there who want to improve their skills, deviantart is a great site to share their work with others and gain hints, critiques and suggestions.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Review for House
Audience: Teen to adults
The purpose is to express an opinion about that television show to persuade or dissuade readers to watch the series.
House is an American medical drama series that debuted on the Fox network on November 16, 2004. Created by David Shore and directed by Bryan Singer, the show revolves around the cynical yet intelligent Dr. House, who leads a team of diagnostics at a teaching hospital. Much like a mystery series in a sense, each episode consists of him and his team uncovering complex cases of patients who have usually failed to receive a correct diagnosis. House has has gained high ratings ever since its premiere and has received many awards and nominations including including a Peabody Award, two Golden Globe Awards and three Primetime Emmy Awards.
The show usually starts off with a scenario set outside of the hospital, revealing a series of events that lead up to the symptoms of the main patient in that episode. Then, Dr. house and his team attempt to diagnose and treat the patient. However, as the show progresses, they realize they made an incorrect diagnoses as the patient has hits a critical state. House then comes up with assumptions of his own on what the patient might be suffering from due to other character's remarks or vague symptoms missed by the team. Most of the time, his team has doubts about his theories and controversial insights, making it hard to convince his boss to perform medical procedures he thinks is necessary. In the end, though, his hunches turn out to be right and the patient is saved. Although the show revolves around trying to uncover the patient's disease, it mostly focuses on the characters along with their sub-plots.
What I enjoy most about this show is that there is a little bit of everything wrapped into one. For example, there is mystery involved with the patients' cases House and his team uncover, but there is also romance and drama as well intertwined with the character's personal lives. For instance, House has an addiction to pain killers and hallucinates about one of his deceased team members. Also two of the team members, Chase and Allison have an affair. There are some events in the episodes that are quite risque making it an adult targeted series, for instance in one episode House has a Bachelor party involving alcohol and strippers/pole dancers. The character's have a lot of depth and dimension as well. House is not you average doctor; he's sarcastic, rational, immature and unorthodox, but a medical genius none the less. Not a lot of the character's are fond of him, which makes there interactions quite humorous. However, past the tough exterior he proves to be quite intelligent determined and reliable, adding more dimension to his personality.
The only negative thing I could say about this series is that sometimes the conflicts and illnesses that the team faces go a little overboard to the point of being unrealistic. Besides that, it's a great series full of suspense, mystery and at most times humour. It's also one of those series that you don't have to watch all the time in order to keep up with the plot because most of the time it's random. House is currently on it's fifth season and there is word that a spin-off, centering on a character introduced in season five, will be created.
The purpose is to express an opinion about that television show to persuade or dissuade readers to watch the series.
House is an American medical drama series that debuted on the Fox network on November 16, 2004. Created by David Shore and directed by Bryan Singer, the show revolves around the cynical yet intelligent Dr. House, who leads a team of diagnostics at a teaching hospital. Much like a mystery series in a sense, each episode consists of him and his team uncovering complex cases of patients who have usually failed to receive a correct diagnosis. House has has gained high ratings ever since its premiere and has received many awards and nominations including including a Peabody Award, two Golden Globe Awards and three Primetime Emmy Awards.
The show usually starts off with a scenario set outside of the hospital, revealing a series of events that lead up to the symptoms of the main patient in that episode. Then, Dr. house and his team attempt to diagnose and treat the patient. However, as the show progresses, they realize they made an incorrect diagnoses as the patient has hits a critical state. House then comes up with assumptions of his own on what the patient might be suffering from due to other character's remarks or vague symptoms missed by the team. Most of the time, his team has doubts about his theories and controversial insights, making it hard to convince his boss to perform medical procedures he thinks is necessary. In the end, though, his hunches turn out to be right and the patient is saved. Although the show revolves around trying to uncover the patient's disease, it mostly focuses on the characters along with their sub-plots.
What I enjoy most about this show is that there is a little bit of everything wrapped into one. For example, there is mystery involved with the patients' cases House and his team uncover, but there is also romance and drama as well intertwined with the character's personal lives. For instance, House has an addiction to pain killers and hallucinates about one of his deceased team members. Also two of the team members, Chase and Allison have an affair. There are some events in the episodes that are quite risque making it an adult targeted series, for instance in one episode House has a Bachelor party involving alcohol and strippers/pole dancers. The character's have a lot of depth and dimension as well. House is not you average doctor; he's sarcastic, rational, immature and unorthodox, but a medical genius none the less. Not a lot of the character's are fond of him, which makes there interactions quite humorous. However, past the tough exterior he proves to be quite intelligent determined and reliable, adding more dimension to his personality.
The only negative thing I could say about this series is that sometimes the conflicts and illnesses that the team faces go a little overboard to the point of being unrealistic. Besides that, it's a great series full of suspense, mystery and at most times humour. It's also one of those series that you don't have to watch all the time in order to keep up with the plot because most of the time it's random. House is currently on it's fifth season and there is word that a spin-off, centering on a character introduced in season five, will be created.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
The Madonna Incident
Audience: Teens-adults
Purpose: To show how most of our lives revolve around celebrity activity
Most of Western society seem to be too focused around the personal lives of celebrities. Why else would there be an article fussing about Madonna falling off her horse than to feed this hungry star frenzy society. The question is, why do people give a crap about this stuff in the first place? It's just useless, boring information that has nothing to do with our lives, yet some are so desperate to get the scoop on all the dirt about people they don't even know. It's pathetic, especially when the main topic of the "issue" goes off topic due to lack of information.
For example, Yahoo News Canada states that her horse was startled by the paparazzi who had jumped our form the bushes in front of her to snap so pictures, causing her top fall off the horse. However, a photographer named Thomas Hinton stated that the only photographer present was Steven Klein, and that he himself only photographed a picture of her before and after the incident. Without even knowing what really happened, the article jumps to a topic about Madonna's past experiences with horses and how she was thrown from a horse in England in the summer of 2005. Then it goes on about her personal life, that she couldn't adopt a three-year-old girl from the southern African country and how she and her husband were getting a divorce. All went on through my mind while reading this was who cares? I don't care. Why am I wasting my time when I could be getting ready to go to my Judo class?
Stuff like this goes on everyday. You have your Entertainment tonight and your E-Talk daily junk. It's just annoying. Why do we have to have these celebrities' lives constantly rubbed into our faces when we could be looking at other issues around the world that have something to do with our lives? It's just really grinds my gears when I see articles like this being sold out to the public all the time.
Purpose: To show how most of our lives revolve around celebrity activity
Most of Western society seem to be too focused around the personal lives of celebrities. Why else would there be an article fussing about Madonna falling off her horse than to feed this hungry star frenzy society. The question is, why do people give a crap about this stuff in the first place? It's just useless, boring information that has nothing to do with our lives, yet some are so desperate to get the scoop on all the dirt about people they don't even know. It's pathetic, especially when the main topic of the "issue" goes off topic due to lack of information.
For example, Yahoo News Canada states that her horse was startled by the paparazzi who had jumped our form the bushes in front of her to snap so pictures, causing her top fall off the horse. However, a photographer named Thomas Hinton stated that the only photographer present was Steven Klein, and that he himself only photographed a picture of her before and after the incident. Without even knowing what really happened, the article jumps to a topic about Madonna's past experiences with horses and how she was thrown from a horse in England in the summer of 2005. Then it goes on about her personal life, that she couldn't adopt a three-year-old girl from the southern African country and how she and her husband were getting a divorce. All went on through my mind while reading this was who cares? I don't care. Why am I wasting my time when I could be getting ready to go to my Judo class?
Stuff like this goes on everyday. You have your Entertainment tonight and your E-Talk daily junk. It's just annoying. Why do we have to have these celebrities' lives constantly rubbed into our faces when we could be looking at other issues around the world that have something to do with our lives? It's just really grinds my gears when I see articles like this being sold out to the public all the time.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Father sells daughter
The father of child actress Rubina Ali from "Slumdog millionare," Rafiq Qureshi denied selling his daughter after a British newspaper reported him putting her up for adoption at a price up to 400,000 dollars. According to the Indian media Qureshi was lying because he accepted a meeting at a Mumbai hotel with a wealthy Arab sheikh who offered a price for his daughter. However, this man was really a reporter at the weekly tabloid, claiming that Queresh demanded 20 million rupees for his daughter during the meeting. In response to this, Queresh said that the wealthy man was trying to convince him to sell his daughter, saying he would offer her "a lot of benefits" and that "it would be good for her." But then his wife, who is seperated from him says that she heard form their eldest sister that he was planning to sell their daughter two weeks ago. This whole story raises a controversy of who is telling the truth and who is lying.
It wouldn't make sense that Queresh would want to sell his daughter for money considering the film she was in made 8 oscars. Although there are some people who greedy and hungry for more than what they have. Selling your own flesh and blood would be too low. However, I still find it suspicious that Queresh would decide to meet up with the "wealthy arab man" if he didn't want to sell his daughter in the first place. a lot of benefits. On the other hand, why would a British reporter disquise himself as an Arab sheikh who wanted to buy his daughter? The reporter could have planned this meeting to expliot the father. The wife could also be lying as well. Considering she and her husband are split up, we don't know her intentions towards him. She could be using this opportunity fo personal revenge.
It wouldn't make sense that Queresh would want to sell his daughter for money considering the film she was in made 8 oscars. Although there are some people who greedy and hungry for more than what they have. Selling your own flesh and blood would be too low. However, I still find it suspicious that Queresh would decide to meet up with the "wealthy arab man" if he didn't want to sell his daughter in the first place. a lot of benefits. On the other hand, why would a British reporter disquise himself as an Arab sheikh who wanted to buy his daughter? The reporter could have planned this meeting to expliot the father. The wife could also be lying as well. Considering she and her husband are split up, we don't know her intentions towards him. She could be using this opportunity fo personal revenge.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Plane hijacking
Audiences: 16-adult
Purpose: To question security systems around the world, and what they could have done to asses the situation.
According to Yahoo News Canada, a young man wielding a gun managed to sneak past Canjet airline security in Montego Bay, Jamaica on Monday hijacked a plane. While 159 passengers and two crew members were able to escape in exchange for money, 6 flight attendants remained in the plane as they anxiously awaited for the members of a Jamaican counter-terrorism squad to disarm the gunman. Although all passengers and flight attendants made it through safely, many questions have been risen after the hijacking.
The first one that comes to mind is how the heck did the Montego Bay's airline security system miss this man in the first? Wouldn't their detectors pick up the gun in his pocket at least? Not to mention he was described as being "mentally challenged." One would assume that airlines all over the world would tighten their security after 9/11 incident which had been drilled into every ones' brains for the past few years. If they couldn't even track down one man, then what are the chances of them preventing a squad of terrorist from invading another plane? CanJet is working work with officials in Jamaica to investigate on how the gunman was able to break through security.
The second thought that came to mind was the response of the passengers and flight attendants in addition to the hijacking. There was one man who was quite young, not to mention "mentally challenged" against 182 people. The question is, why would all those people submit to one idiotic thug? It's natural for them to scared in that situation, but if it wasn't like their were twenty other hijackers with firearms; there was only one. They could have somehow all teamed together and grab his gun and shoot him. Maybe not as dramatically as that, but they could have done something along those lines as to distract him somehow. What about Ms. C? She had a gun pointed directly at her and she still managed to defend herself. That was one person. Image what 182 people could have done in the same situation. It's the whole bystander effect that makes people roll over and submit.
Purpose: To question security systems around the world, and what they could have done to asses the situation.
According to Yahoo News Canada, a young man wielding a gun managed to sneak past Canjet airline security in Montego Bay, Jamaica on Monday hijacked a plane. While 159 passengers and two crew members were able to escape in exchange for money, 6 flight attendants remained in the plane as they anxiously awaited for the members of a Jamaican counter-terrorism squad to disarm the gunman. Although all passengers and flight attendants made it through safely, many questions have been risen after the hijacking.
The first one that comes to mind is how the heck did the Montego Bay's airline security system miss this man in the first? Wouldn't their detectors pick up the gun in his pocket at least? Not to mention he was described as being "mentally challenged." One would assume that airlines all over the world would tighten their security after 9/11 incident which had been drilled into every ones' brains for the past few years. If they couldn't even track down one man, then what are the chances of them preventing a squad of terrorist from invading another plane? CanJet is working work with officials in Jamaica to investigate on how the gunman was able to break through security.
The second thought that came to mind was the response of the passengers and flight attendants in addition to the hijacking. There was one man who was quite young, not to mention "mentally challenged" against 182 people. The question is, why would all those people submit to one idiotic thug? It's natural for them to scared in that situation, but if it wasn't like their were twenty other hijackers with firearms; there was only one. They could have somehow all teamed together and grab his gun and shoot him. Maybe not as dramatically as that, but they could have done something along those lines as to distract him somehow. What about Ms. C? She had a gun pointed directly at her and she still managed to defend herself. That was one person. Image what 182 people could have done in the same situation. It's the whole bystander effect that makes people roll over and submit.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Hiking trip with Paris Hilton
Hiking Trip with Paris Hilton:
P: *huff huff* I...like...can't go *pant* any further *pant*
K: *rolls eyes* we've only been trekking for twenty minuets.
P: *stops* Yeah, well *huff* this is too tough, this bag is like, killing me!
K: Are you kidding? It's 16 an pound pack. I was nice enough to let you carry the lighter things because you're a beginner. I'm the one carrying all the extras, plus my own equipment. Trust me, it's not that bad.
P: I need to sit down.
K: Fine, we'll take a break if you feel you need one that badly.
P: *swats the air* Uuugg, these mosquitoes are so f*cking annoying.
K: Once you stop moving, eventually, they'll get you. So, get use to it. How are your feet, do you feel any hot spots?
P: *groan* No...How much further?
K: Well *opens map* We haven't reached the loop yet. But once we get there, it'll be around d six hours if we move quickly.
P: Uuuggg!! Six hours of this sh*t? I can't do this!
K: Well, this is you're last chance if you want to turn back, cause if you change your mind later on, it's gonna be a long way back.
P: Whatever. *gets back up* I don't care what my agents say, no amount of money is worth this.
K: You've probably heard people say this to you lots of times, weather it registered in your head or not, but you're a spoiled brat.
P: Excuse me?
K: Yeah, you won't do anything unless you have one of your servants to do it for you. The only type of work you do is shop and party. You need to learn to appreciate what nature has to offer and not take all your luxery for granted.
P: Who do you think you are, talking to me like that? Do you know who I am.
K: *sigh* All you care about is yourself. Look around you. Don't you think it's beautiful, being away from all the noise and building? No you wouldn't. You don't care. You'll never see life the way we see it.
Audience: Teens and adults
Purpose: To show how people are so self absorbed in their own world that they neglect nature and what it has to offer
P: *huff huff* I...like...can't go *pant* any further *pant*
K: *rolls eyes* we've only been trekking for twenty minuets.
P: *stops* Yeah, well *huff* this is too tough, this bag is like, killing me!
K: Are you kidding? It's 16 an pound pack. I was nice enough to let you carry the lighter things because you're a beginner. I'm the one carrying all the extras, plus my own equipment. Trust me, it's not that bad.
P: I need to sit down.
K: Fine, we'll take a break if you feel you need one that badly.
P: *swats the air* Uuugg, these mosquitoes are so f*cking annoying.
K: Once you stop moving, eventually, they'll get you. So, get use to it. How are your feet, do you feel any hot spots?
P: *groan* No...How much further?
K: Well *opens map* We haven't reached the loop yet. But once we get there, it'll be around d six hours if we move quickly.
P: Uuuggg!! Six hours of this sh*t? I can't do this!
K: Well, this is you're last chance if you want to turn back, cause if you change your mind later on, it's gonna be a long way back.
P: Whatever. *gets back up* I don't care what my agents say, no amount of money is worth this.
K: You've probably heard people say this to you lots of times, weather it registered in your head or not, but you're a spoiled brat.
P: Excuse me?
K: Yeah, you won't do anything unless you have one of your servants to do it for you. The only type of work you do is shop and party. You need to learn to appreciate what nature has to offer and not take all your luxery for granted.
P: Who do you think you are, talking to me like that? Do you know who I am.
K: *sigh* All you care about is yourself. Look around you. Don't you think it's beautiful, being away from all the noise and building? No you wouldn't. You don't care. You'll never see life the way we see it.
Audience: Teens and adults
Purpose: To show how people are so self absorbed in their own world that they neglect nature and what it has to offer
Friday, April 10, 2009
Drive thu with Patrick Stewart
Drive Thur with Patrick Stewart
P: *driving* Jeez, that Laser quest game really worn me out.
K: Ha ha! Yeah, those kids chased you throughout the whole maze almost every game!
P: Well, even if they were going against the rules, I didn't back down.
K: Yeah, you totally went all Picard on them! You kept up with them pretty well for someone your age.
P: Yes, indeed. Even when your as old as I am, it's important to stay active. Oh, thank goodness there's a McDonald's at the end of the block. I would kill for a big mac, I'm starving. You?
K: Err, no thanks, not a fast food person.
P: Oh, come now. It's ok to have greasy food once in a while. Besides, I hardly ever seem to go out for fast food nowadays.
K: Oh...ok. I'll just have a pie.
P: Pie it is! *drives in* Hello? Yes, I'll have a big mac with fries and a large coke. I beg your--Captain Picard? Sorry? I don't know this Captain picard you speak of. No, and an apple pie too with--would you like a drink too?
K: Uh...sure, just a small one, thanks.
P: --A small coke. Yes, make it so. *drives to the pick up*
K: Can you do that thing? Please, pleaaaase!
P: Oh...alright. Warp speed. ENGAGE! *speeds up to the pick up*
K: xD
P: *driving* Jeez, that Laser quest game really worn me out.
K: Ha ha! Yeah, those kids chased you throughout the whole maze almost every game!
P: Well, even if they were going against the rules, I didn't back down.
K: Yeah, you totally went all Picard on them! You kept up with them pretty well for someone your age.
P: Yes, indeed. Even when your as old as I am, it's important to stay active. Oh, thank goodness there's a McDonald's at the end of the block. I would kill for a big mac, I'm starving. You?
K: Err, no thanks, not a fast food person.
P: Oh, come now. It's ok to have greasy food once in a while. Besides, I hardly ever seem to go out for fast food nowadays.
K: Oh...ok. I'll just have a pie.
P: Pie it is! *drives in* Hello? Yes, I'll have a big mac with fries and a large coke. I beg your--Captain Picard? Sorry? I don't know this Captain picard you speak of. No, and an apple pie too with--would you like a drink too?
K: Uh...sure, just a small one, thanks.
P: --A small coke. Yes, make it so. *drives to the pick up*
K: Can you do that thing? Please, pleaaaase!
P: Oh...alright. Warp speed. ENGAGE! *speeds up to the pick up*
K: xD
A meeting with Grant Kirkhope
A meeting with Grant Kirkhope at a convention.
G: *sitting behind the desk staring into space*
K: Hi Mr. Kirkhope!
G: *wakes up* Oh hello.
K: U-um...Can you sign my Banjo-Kazooie game packs?
G: *raises eyebrow* Uh, sure... *pulls out sharpie* And...there you go.
K: *smiles* Wow, thank you! ^_^
G: No problem.
K: I really enjoy your music, I've been a huge fan of your since I was nine!
G:Oh really? *smiles* Why thank you!
K: I was excited to hear that you got your pieces orchestrated. I listened to them, they sound amazing!
G: Thanks! Yes, I was very a great experience getting the orchestra together. As much as I liked playing around with the old synthesizer, having real instruments playing my music really gave it an edge.
K: Indeed!
G: Well, so far you've been the one of few who have come to chat with me at this convention. What did you say your name was?
K: Oh-my name's Kayla!
G: It's a pleasure to meet you!
K: It's an honor to meet you! You're like my music hero! I have no idea why people aren't showing up over here.
G: Those are very kind words, but I'm no Koji Kondo...*sigh* I don't know. I guess I've just felt a little insecure about my compositions. It's getting harder to find inspiration. Maybe people can sense that.
K: Aw don't say that! There are so many fans of yours out there. You may not be as well known as Koji Kondo, but there are a lot of us who think you're better than him
G: Oh, I wouldn't say that...
K: No, I'm serious! Your style is an inspiration to all of us! The first thing that came to my mind when I played B-K was the music. When I was younger I use to play your music on the piano by ear. Heck, I still do it, and people always ask where the piece was from. Whenever I tell them it's from a video game, they're always shocked. There are even fans who enjoy your music so much, they make remix midis of them!
G: wow...I'm flattered. thank you, that means a lot to me. It's fans like you that inspire me to keep composing.
Auidience: Teens and up
Purpose: To show that all forms of music can be appreciated, even if they are from video games.
Grant Kirkhope is a musician who composes pieces for Rareware video games. His most well known work are from Goldeneye 007, Donkey Kong 64, Banjo-Kazooie/Tooie, and Conker's Bad Fur day. I love his music! ^_^
G: *sitting behind the desk staring into space*
K: Hi Mr. Kirkhope!
G: *wakes up* Oh hello.
K: U-um...Can you sign my Banjo-Kazooie game packs?
G: *raises eyebrow* Uh, sure... *pulls out sharpie* And...there you go.
K: *smiles* Wow, thank you! ^_^
G: No problem.
K: I really enjoy your music, I've been a huge fan of your since I was nine!
G:Oh really? *smiles* Why thank you!
K: I was excited to hear that you got your pieces orchestrated. I listened to them, they sound amazing!
G: Thanks! Yes, I was very a great experience getting the orchestra together. As much as I liked playing around with the old synthesizer, having real instruments playing my music really gave it an edge.
K: Indeed!
G: Well, so far you've been the one of few who have come to chat with me at this convention. What did you say your name was?
K: Oh-my name's Kayla!
G: It's a pleasure to meet you!
K: It's an honor to meet you! You're like my music hero! I have no idea why people aren't showing up over here.
G: Those are very kind words, but I'm no Koji Kondo...*sigh* I don't know. I guess I've just felt a little insecure about my compositions. It's getting harder to find inspiration. Maybe people can sense that.
K: Aw don't say that! There are so many fans of yours out there. You may not be as well known as Koji Kondo, but there are a lot of us who think you're better than him
G: Oh, I wouldn't say that...
K: No, I'm serious! Your style is an inspiration to all of us! The first thing that came to my mind when I played B-K was the music. When I was younger I use to play your music on the piano by ear. Heck, I still do it, and people always ask where the piece was from. Whenever I tell them it's from a video game, they're always shocked. There are even fans who enjoy your music so much, they make remix midis of them!
G: wow...I'm flattered. thank you, that means a lot to me. It's fans like you that inspire me to keep composing.
Auidience: Teens and up
Purpose: To show that all forms of music can be appreciated, even if they are from video games.
Grant Kirkhope is a musician who composes pieces for Rareware video games. His most well known work are from Goldeneye 007, Donkey Kong 64, Banjo-Kazooie/Tooie, and Conker's Bad Fur day. I love his music! ^_^
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Painting with Old Gregg (Aka the mighty Boosh)
Painting water colours with Old Gregg in his cave
G: I'm glad you decided to do some water colours with me right here, right now. In Gregg's place.
K: *mumbles* Well...you didn't exactly let me leave after that incident on the boat....
G: Beggin' ya pardon?
K: Oh, what?! Nothing, just talking to myself...So, Gregg...How's your painting coming along?
G: Good. Almost finished. By the way, you thirsty? I got some Baily's? Nice creamy beige.
K: I'm under age....
G: *shrugs*
K: *leans over* Wow, you've painted quite a bit. You're pretty talented! Personally, I find water colours hard to manipulate. How long have you been painting?
G: Long time. When you live in the waters of Black Lake with no chums to hang with as long as I have, you tend to pick up some hobbies.
K: Oh....why don't you try going up to the surface and make some friends?
G: Are you blind, child? Haven't you taken a good look at me? I'm Old Gregg, the legendary scaly man fish! No one wants to be friends with me. I freak people out!
K: You're not that freaky....
G: Don't lie to me, boy!
K: *sigh*How many time do I have to tell you? I'm a girl! And I'm not lying. You're just um...unique.
G: Explain.
K: Well...You're very solitary and independent for one thing. I mean, you can keep yourself entertained pretty well. You're an excellent painter and a great dancer. You're also capable of taking care of yourself and your cave. You just have to be more social.
G: Tell me how to be more social.
K: You could stop tipping people's boats over and try talking to them instead, for starters.
G: But I like tipping people's boats over.
K: People don't appreciate that, you know. It's rude. That's why everyone's are afraid of you.
G: You're not afraid of me.
K: No. I'm not.
G: I got something to show ya. *shows self portraits* I call this one "Old Gregg." And I call this one "Old Gregg!"
K: Wonderful.
G: *shows the back side of another painting* Do you know what I call this one?
K: Er...Old Gregg?
G: *turns it over and reveals a painting of Old Gregg and Kayla* "Old Gregg and friend"
K: Awww, that's sweet! ^_^
Auidience: All ages
Purpose: Friendship!
(( For all of you who hasn't seen Old Gregg (doubtful), go on youtube and watch it now!))
G: I'm glad you decided to do some water colours with me right here, right now. In Gregg's place.
K: *mumbles* Well...you didn't exactly let me leave after that incident on the boat....
G: Beggin' ya pardon?
K: Oh, what?! Nothing, just talking to myself...So, Gregg...How's your painting coming along?
G: Good. Almost finished. By the way, you thirsty? I got some Baily's? Nice creamy beige.
K: I'm under age....
G: *shrugs*
K: *leans over* Wow, you've painted quite a bit. You're pretty talented! Personally, I find water colours hard to manipulate. How long have you been painting?
G: Long time. When you live in the waters of Black Lake with no chums to hang with as long as I have, you tend to pick up some hobbies.
K: Oh....why don't you try going up to the surface and make some friends?
G: Are you blind, child? Haven't you taken a good look at me? I'm Old Gregg, the legendary scaly man fish! No one wants to be friends with me. I freak people out!
K: You're not that freaky....
G: Don't lie to me, boy!
K: *sigh*How many time do I have to tell you? I'm a girl! And I'm not lying. You're just um...unique.
G: Explain.
K: Well...You're very solitary and independent for one thing. I mean, you can keep yourself entertained pretty well. You're an excellent painter and a great dancer. You're also capable of taking care of yourself and your cave. You just have to be more social.
G: Tell me how to be more social.
K: You could stop tipping people's boats over and try talking to them instead, for starters.
G: But I like tipping people's boats over.
K: People don't appreciate that, you know. It's rude. That's why everyone's are afraid of you.
G: You're not afraid of me.
K: No. I'm not.
G: I got something to show ya. *shows self portraits* I call this one "Old Gregg." And I call this one "Old Gregg!"
K: Wonderful.
G: *shows the back side of another painting* Do you know what I call this one?
K: Er...Old Gregg?
G: *turns it over and reveals a painting of Old Gregg and Kayla* "Old Gregg and friend"
K: Awww, that's sweet! ^_^
Auidience: All ages
Purpose: Friendship!
(( For all of you who hasn't seen Old Gregg (doubtful), go on youtube and watch it now!))
Friday, April 3, 2009
Internal monologue #4
The rain pours as we race through the streets, but the sun still shines. My cloths are soaked, my shoes are drenched, but I feel so Exhilarated. The three of us laugh and joke, splashing through the puddles as if I have become one of their best friends. All that is on their minds is to be the first to reach the end of the street. However, in my head, all I can think of is how grateful I am to have met these two kids.
It all started at the comic store after I had bought comics. Some guys at school who have been beating up on my for the past two weeks ran up to us. They wanted the money they didn't get from me last Tuesday at lunch. When I refused, they started to grab me, but my two friends came before they got a chance to hurt me. They punched them left and right until they were bloodied and bruised. Next thing I knew, they headed down the street with their tails between their legs. I was so relieved. After the fight, my rescuers comforted me as they started to walk me back home, offering their x-men cards and comics to me. They didn't even know me, yet they were so nice. I was confused, things like this never happen to me. Nobody at school would go near me let alone help me when those bullies beat me up. I'm just an oddball, a freak. We exchanged names and talked. Then, it started raining hard. We ran, trying to get home as fast as we could. I began to laugh, I don't know why I did. I guess I was just so happy. Pretty soon, they started laughing with me. Not at me. Then they turned our run into a race as they joked and splashed.
So now I'm racing with them. The rain has washed away all of my miseries, cleansing my awful memories of school. I feel safe, secure and rejuvenated. I think it's safe to call these two my friends. But then something jumps out in front of them! A baseball bat swings in front of their heads. They fall to the ground, foreheads bleeding. I look up only to see the two bullies standing in front of me, their baseball bats clenched in their hands. I gulp, unable to move. My body is stiff, my eyes are on the two bullies. They are sneering at me, looking forward to beating me to a pulp. My eyes avert to the two boys who saved me. As I stare at their limp bodies lying on the cement, I think of how much I appreciated their kindness. They risked themselves to protect me even though they didn't know who I was. They don't deserve this! I can't let those bullies get away for what they have done to my friends! Suddenly my fear fades away, awakening a new type of feeling. I get up from my feet, legs shaking. But I'm not scared anymore. I look directly into the bullies eyes without fear. My adrenaline kicks in and I let my actions guide me as I charge.
Audiences: kids to teens
Purpose: To show the damaging effects of bullying
It all started at the comic store after I had bought comics. Some guys at school who have been beating up on my for the past two weeks ran up to us. They wanted the money they didn't get from me last Tuesday at lunch. When I refused, they started to grab me, but my two friends came before they got a chance to hurt me. They punched them left and right until they were bloodied and bruised. Next thing I knew, they headed down the street with their tails between their legs. I was so relieved. After the fight, my rescuers comforted me as they started to walk me back home, offering their x-men cards and comics to me. They didn't even know me, yet they were so nice. I was confused, things like this never happen to me. Nobody at school would go near me let alone help me when those bullies beat me up. I'm just an oddball, a freak. We exchanged names and talked. Then, it started raining hard. We ran, trying to get home as fast as we could. I began to laugh, I don't know why I did. I guess I was just so happy. Pretty soon, they started laughing with me. Not at me. Then they turned our run into a race as they joked and splashed.
So now I'm racing with them. The rain has washed away all of my miseries, cleansing my awful memories of school. I feel safe, secure and rejuvenated. I think it's safe to call these two my friends. But then something jumps out in front of them! A baseball bat swings in front of their heads. They fall to the ground, foreheads bleeding. I look up only to see the two bullies standing in front of me, their baseball bats clenched in their hands. I gulp, unable to move. My body is stiff, my eyes are on the two bullies. They are sneering at me, looking forward to beating me to a pulp. My eyes avert to the two boys who saved me. As I stare at their limp bodies lying on the cement, I think of how much I appreciated their kindness. They risked themselves to protect me even though they didn't know who I was. They don't deserve this! I can't let those bullies get away for what they have done to my friends! Suddenly my fear fades away, awakening a new type of feeling. I get up from my feet, legs shaking. But I'm not scared anymore. I look directly into the bullies eyes without fear. My adrenaline kicks in and I let my actions guide me as I charge.
Audiences: kids to teens
Purpose: To show the damaging effects of bullying
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Internal monologue #3
The wrath of Grandma:
I lost the children again! I can't believe this. I told those little rascals to stay put while I went to use the bathroom, and they took off on me! I've become so exhausted from running around in this noisy carnival, I don't know whether I should just stay her or go look for them again. Oh, what nerve those children have! Who does this to their own grandmother? They think I'm boring just because I've reached my old days. I may be old, buy I sure as darn not dull! I know how to have a good old fashioned time, but these little scoundrels never gave me a chance. They ignore me! Every time I come over to my daughter's place to take them out somewhere nice, they treat me as if I'm some some goldfish, opening and closing my mouth wordlessly. Well, I've I had just about enough of their shenanigans! They want to see old grandma do something exciting? Well, I'll just hire one of those clowns walking around to fetch them for me! Let's see how they'll like that!
Audience: children
Purpose: to show fair treatment towards older people
I lost the children again! I can't believe this. I told those little rascals to stay put while I went to use the bathroom, and they took off on me! I've become so exhausted from running around in this noisy carnival, I don't know whether I should just stay her or go look for them again. Oh, what nerve those children have! Who does this to their own grandmother? They think I'm boring just because I've reached my old days. I may be old, buy I sure as darn not dull! I know how to have a good old fashioned time, but these little scoundrels never gave me a chance. They ignore me! Every time I come over to my daughter's place to take them out somewhere nice, they treat me as if I'm some some goldfish, opening and closing my mouth wordlessly. Well, I've I had just about enough of their shenanigans! They want to see old grandma do something exciting? Well, I'll just hire one of those clowns walking around to fetch them for me! Let's see how they'll like that!
Audience: children
Purpose: to show fair treatment towards older people
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Internal monologue #2
Where am I? I can feel some warmth on my face but all I can see is a blanket of dark red. Right, I should probably try to open my eyes. I do so, slowly getting use to the bright light. Wait, this place doesn't look familiar...where is the colourful play contraption and my friends? I try to move my head around but some kind of stiff material is preventing me from doing that. It feels as though I'm wearing some kind of oddly shaped hood. I kick my legs around to see if I can maneuver myself. It's no use! They seem to entrapped inside a large sack. I lift my arm only to see that I'm wearing some kind of puffy green sleeve. Am I wearing a....oh no! Please don't be what I think this is. Friends have told me about giants who dress little people into weird looking costumes, then flash bright lights into their eyes for a long period of time. Is that what they're going to do to me? I don't want that!
I squiggle and squirm, but it's not helping me get anywhere. It also hurts to move my head because the floor I'm lying on is hard and full of long cracks. I start to cry, maybe then someone would come and help me escape from this green prison. Oh look, it worked! I see a tall person with long brown hair looking down at me, smiling. Hello there, are you going to help me? Wait, what are you doing? What's that black box you've got there? She mumbles something. Sorry, I didn't catch that-Ow! I just saw a flash of light! Oh no, here we go! My eyes are wide with surprise. Oh no, it's starting, the torture is starting!
All I can do is lie here while to she flashes away with that dreaded thing! People are starting to circle around us, one by one. They are laughing. Laughing at my misery of course. My friends told me how these giants take pleasure in these sort of things. They think it's funny how they can easily take advantage of us! Stealing us away from our friends, dressing up in outrages outfits, then shining painful lights in our faces! It's so rude! The crowd of people disperse, and I am left alone again. I'll get back at them for this, they'll see! I won't be tortured and humiliated like this...but first, I think I'll finish taking my nap.
Ages: kids
Purpose: To give a humorous perspective of a baby's life
I squiggle and squirm, but it's not helping me get anywhere. It also hurts to move my head because the floor I'm lying on is hard and full of long cracks. I start to cry, maybe then someone would come and help me escape from this green prison. Oh look, it worked! I see a tall person with long brown hair looking down at me, smiling. Hello there, are you going to help me? Wait, what are you doing? What's that black box you've got there? She mumbles something. Sorry, I didn't catch that-Ow! I just saw a flash of light! Oh no, here we go! My eyes are wide with surprise. Oh no, it's starting, the torture is starting!
All I can do is lie here while to she flashes away with that dreaded thing! People are starting to circle around us, one by one. They are laughing. Laughing at my misery of course. My friends told me how these giants take pleasure in these sort of things. They think it's funny how they can easily take advantage of us! Stealing us away from our friends, dressing up in outrages outfits, then shining painful lights in our faces! It's so rude! The crowd of people disperse, and I am left alone again. I'll get back at them for this, they'll see! I won't be tortured and humiliated like this...but first, I think I'll finish taking my nap.
Ages: kids
Purpose: To give a humorous perspective of a baby's life
Monday, March 30, 2009
Internal monologue #1
So close, yet too far
We did it. After several hours of brutal hiking, we have finally reached the top of the lookout. We are so high up that the sheets of clouds are surrounding us. Standing together, we face the vast escarpment of lush trees. It's beautiful, yet I cannot overcome this emptiness. I tell myself I should be proud, but I know I haven't accomplished my true goal.
I watch my friend as he looks proudly toward the distance. While he stands here with me I think of how much I wanted this, just the two of here, away from society and their norms. And then, after talking and observing the scenery, I could finally draw up the courage to tell him my true feelings. The ones I have hidden not just from the world, but from myself. His forgiving nature, his smile, his friendship. For the longest time, I hated myself for even thinking that way. I felt jolts of happiness being with him, but every time I did I felt as if I was committing a crime. I told myself I couldn't go on hating myself like this anymore. It took me some time but I convinced myself that if I could learn to accept who I was, maybe he would too. And that is how I came to set this all up.
I open my mouth to say something, but I'm being held back. Could it be the fear of rejection, loss of friendship or just fear itself? My heart races quickly, feeling as though it were to erupt from my chest. What if he takes it the wrong way and becomes afraid of me? It's common for men to be afraid of other men being attracted to them, I know this. Our relationship would be over faster than clouds rolling past us. I'm having doubts about myself, my self-esteem sinking to the pits. He's right there, so close yet too far from my reach.
As I struggle through this internal war, my friend continues to daze out into the steep valleys. He doesn't notice a thing. How can he, he doesn't know how much I love him, and now he'll never know. And now, I can't look at him the same way I did before, so I just stare at the rocks below me.
Audiences: All ages
Purpose: To give a perspective of the inner struggles homosexual/bi people go through, particulary those who are men.
We did it. After several hours of brutal hiking, we have finally reached the top of the lookout. We are so high up that the sheets of clouds are surrounding us. Standing together, we face the vast escarpment of lush trees. It's beautiful, yet I cannot overcome this emptiness. I tell myself I should be proud, but I know I haven't accomplished my true goal.
I watch my friend as he looks proudly toward the distance. While he stands here with me I think of how much I wanted this, just the two of here, away from society and their norms. And then, after talking and observing the scenery, I could finally draw up the courage to tell him my true feelings. The ones I have hidden not just from the world, but from myself. His forgiving nature, his smile, his friendship. For the longest time, I hated myself for even thinking that way. I felt jolts of happiness being with him, but every time I did I felt as if I was committing a crime. I told myself I couldn't go on hating myself like this anymore. It took me some time but I convinced myself that if I could learn to accept who I was, maybe he would too. And that is how I came to set this all up.
I open my mouth to say something, but I'm being held back. Could it be the fear of rejection, loss of friendship or just fear itself? My heart races quickly, feeling as though it were to erupt from my chest. What if he takes it the wrong way and becomes afraid of me? It's common for men to be afraid of other men being attracted to them, I know this. Our relationship would be over faster than clouds rolling past us. I'm having doubts about myself, my self-esteem sinking to the pits. He's right there, so close yet too far from my reach.
As I struggle through this internal war, my friend continues to daze out into the steep valleys. He doesn't notice a thing. How can he, he doesn't know how much I love him, and now he'll never know. And now, I can't look at him the same way I did before, so I just stare at the rocks below me.
Audiences: All ages
Purpose: To give a perspective of the inner struggles homosexual/bi people go through, particulary those who are men.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
In the News #4
Teen prepares for summer jobs
Audience: Teens 14-19
Purpose: To remind people to hurry up and apply for summer jobs and try something different.
Like most teens reaching their final year of high school, the stress for seeking a summer job has come upon 17 year old Kayla Free. Her main goal was to apply for a life guarding crash course during mid March.
Kayla sat in front of the computer, her desktop filled with various windows and tabs. She began jolting down addresses and phone numbers on post it notes that were scattered on top of her desk. She then flipped through her Toronto Fun Guide magazine rested on her lap, looking for other available summer jobs. March was the key month for putting in summer job application forms, and Kayla was running out of time.
"I really wish I had looked into finding a summer job earlier." She sighed, "If I had planned to do life guarding earlier, I would have already finished my crash course by now. Looks like I'll only be able to finish it by April. I probably won't even have a job as a life guard this summer."
Even though Kayla knows that her chances of becoming a life guard for this summer are slim, her uncle had convinced her that it would be beneficial to take the crash course anyways. "It's a good idea to have these type of skills to back in your resume because it will benefit you in the long run. Plus, you can always try out for life guarding again." Explains her uncle. "It's also a bonus to obtain an emergency first aid certificate."
Kayla then began to pick out some back up jobs. A particular job she had in mind was being a summer camp counsellor. She already had the skills for working with children from volunteering with kids for three years as a sculpting instructors assistant. She started changing up her old resume and cover letter for that job. It was worth a shot.
After several minuets, she had finished her resume and cover letter and it was ready to be mailed the next morning. However, this did not stop her search. She knew she would have to apply to other places as well, in case she couldn't get that job.
"I want to avoid having a job in retail for the summer, but I know that's not the case." She states, "A job is a job, and I might not even get the one I want. Everyone has to go through customer service jobs, whether they like it or not."
This month will be a busy one for teens all across the country as they try and find a way to make some dough for the summer. Kayla will be continuing to find as many jobs to apply for as sh can. Only time will tell when she'll receive her first call for an interview.
Audience: Teens 14-19
Purpose: To remind people to hurry up and apply for summer jobs and try something different.
Like most teens reaching their final year of high school, the stress for seeking a summer job has come upon 17 year old Kayla Free. Her main goal was to apply for a life guarding crash course during mid March.
Kayla sat in front of the computer, her desktop filled with various windows and tabs. She began jolting down addresses and phone numbers on post it notes that were scattered on top of her desk. She then flipped through her Toronto Fun Guide magazine rested on her lap, looking for other available summer jobs. March was the key month for putting in summer job application forms, and Kayla was running out of time.
"I really wish I had looked into finding a summer job earlier." She sighed, "If I had planned to do life guarding earlier, I would have already finished my crash course by now. Looks like I'll only be able to finish it by April. I probably won't even have a job as a life guard this summer."
Even though Kayla knows that her chances of becoming a life guard for this summer are slim, her uncle had convinced her that it would be beneficial to take the crash course anyways. "It's a good idea to have these type of skills to back in your resume because it will benefit you in the long run. Plus, you can always try out for life guarding again." Explains her uncle. "It's also a bonus to obtain an emergency first aid certificate."
Kayla then began to pick out some back up jobs. A particular job she had in mind was being a summer camp counsellor. She already had the skills for working with children from volunteering with kids for three years as a sculpting instructors assistant. She started changing up her old resume and cover letter for that job. It was worth a shot.
After several minuets, she had finished her resume and cover letter and it was ready to be mailed the next morning. However, this did not stop her search. She knew she would have to apply to other places as well, in case she couldn't get that job.
"I want to avoid having a job in retail for the summer, but I know that's not the case." She states, "A job is a job, and I might not even get the one I want. Everyone has to go through customer service jobs, whether they like it or not."
This month will be a busy one for teens all across the country as they try and find a way to make some dough for the summer. Kayla will be continuing to find as many jobs to apply for as sh can. Only time will tell when she'll receive her first call for an interview.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
In the News #3
Audiences: Teens and up
Purpose: To encourage people to continue to stick with their hobbies
Grandma knits a world record
Tonight, Marion Free, grandmother of Kayla and Douglas, knits her second sock for her soon to be 20th pair! Beside her chair is a basket of her collection of socks she had been working on.
Marion quietly sat in her living room chair, watching her evening news as she nimbly knitted the cuff of her sock. Her hands were continuously hard at work, going over and under with her yarn entwined through the thin bamboo needles. Her stitches came out neat and tiny, revealing a beautiful striped pattern of of blues, oranges, and browns.
When asked how she was able to create the complicated multicoloured stripes, she humbly laughed and said, "Oh, it just comes out this way automatically. All I have to do is follow the pattern and the multicoloured yarn makes it come out this way. Nothing to it!" None the less, she has been doing a great job so far.
Interviewers were curious how this sock crazed phenomenon came to be. "Well," starts Marion, "I saw the sock yarn in my Mary Maxim order magazine, so I decided to buy a couple of balls to try it out. They came out beautifully! I gave the finished pairs to my granddaughters. And then I thought, 'these would be great to make for Christmas gifts!' So I started knitting some for my daughters, sister in law and friends. I became hooked and haven't stopped since!"
So far, Marion has knitted around twenty pairs of socks! Her daughter, Becky, whose also creative in the arts and crafts, sells her leather works at a shop in her small town. Marion has been helping out with her business by making pairs socks for her to sell. "She's been a great help for the shop!" Becky states happily. "The customers love them! They're selling really quickly, so it looks like poor mom's going to have to work faster!" Marion plans to make smaller socks for babies.
While Marion does get a little tired after knitting for hours on end, you can tell she enjoys what she does. "Sometimes I give myself a break after I've knitted a couple of pairs." States Marion. "But then, I go back to Mary Maxim's craft store to buy more yarn. It's always interesting to see how some pairs will turn out when buying yarns I haven't used."
It's never to late to pick up a hobby. Marion only started making socks in the beginning of the year, though she has a wide range of experience with handicrafts. There are many craft stores that offer lessons for knitting, crocheting, sewing and other handicrafts. If interested, these multicoloured yarns are available in Mary Maxim, Micheal's and other local craft stores.
Purpose: To encourage people to continue to stick with their hobbies
Grandma knits a world record
Tonight, Marion Free, grandmother of Kayla and Douglas, knits her second sock for her soon to be 20th pair! Beside her chair is a basket of her collection of socks she had been working on.
Marion quietly sat in her living room chair, watching her evening news as she nimbly knitted the cuff of her sock. Her hands were continuously hard at work, going over and under with her yarn entwined through the thin bamboo needles. Her stitches came out neat and tiny, revealing a beautiful striped pattern of of blues, oranges, and browns.
When asked how she was able to create the complicated multicoloured stripes, she humbly laughed and said, "Oh, it just comes out this way automatically. All I have to do is follow the pattern and the multicoloured yarn makes it come out this way. Nothing to it!" None the less, she has been doing a great job so far.
Interviewers were curious how this sock crazed phenomenon came to be. "Well," starts Marion, "I saw the sock yarn in my Mary Maxim order magazine, so I decided to buy a couple of balls to try it out. They came out beautifully! I gave the finished pairs to my granddaughters. And then I thought, 'these would be great to make for Christmas gifts!' So I started knitting some for my daughters, sister in law and friends. I became hooked and haven't stopped since!"
So far, Marion has knitted around twenty pairs of socks! Her daughter, Becky, whose also creative in the arts and crafts, sells her leather works at a shop in her small town. Marion has been helping out with her business by making pairs socks for her to sell. "She's been a great help for the shop!" Becky states happily. "The customers love them! They're selling really quickly, so it looks like poor mom's going to have to work faster!" Marion plans to make smaller socks for babies.
While Marion does get a little tired after knitting for hours on end, you can tell she enjoys what she does. "Sometimes I give myself a break after I've knitted a couple of pairs." States Marion. "But then, I go back to Mary Maxim's craft store to buy more yarn. It's always interesting to see how some pairs will turn out when buying yarns I haven't used."
It's never to late to pick up a hobby. Marion only started making socks in the beginning of the year, though she has a wide range of experience with handicrafts. There are many craft stores that offer lessons for knitting, crocheting, sewing and other handicrafts. If interested, these multicoloured yarns are available in Mary Maxim, Micheal's and other local craft stores.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
In the News #2
Audiences: Kids ages 12 and up who are hopelessly addicted to computer games
Purpose: To show those addicts that there is more to life than just virtual simulations
Boy breaks habit
There has been a recent break through to computer addicts everywhere. It has been reported that Kayla Free's game crazed brother, Douglas has not touched the computer once today! This shocking new discovery has raised many eyebrows of the Free household.
After arriving home from school, Douglas settled his bag down on the living room couch and went straight into the kitchen to empty out his lunch box. Instead of sitting down in front of the computer like he usually does, he went in the living room and immediately began working on his math homework. One would think that after his homework, he would approach the computer, but in this case he did not. In fact, throughout the whole day he didn't even ask to use the computer.
"I really don't know what came over him!" Exclaimed his sister, "That kid's spend more time on the computer than anyone. I'm just glad I actually got the chance to do my homework early on the computer for once."
In the past, Douglas would spend hours on end playing computer games such as Star Wars Battlefront and Spore. Not only was he a compulsive gamer, but he didn't like sharing the computer either. It made it extremely difficult for his older sister, Kayla to use the computer for school work purposes, resulting in conflicts between the two. He was clearly addicted. But that later changed after his parents had put him on a one hour daily curfew. He would also need an adults permission to use the computer. It seems that after being denied access to the computer by his grandmother so many times, something in his mind told him to give up. He no longer cared.
"I've really seen a big change in Douglas since started spending less and less time on the computer." States his grandmother. "Not only has he been completing his homework regularly, his attitude has changed greatly as well. He's just become a nicer person."
And it's true. Douglas has become more friendly. His and lack of patience was due to the excessive eye soring hours of computer games. Experts actually state that the less time you spend on the computer, the further your assholeness decreases .
Douglas is no longer a slave to his computer now. He has discovered that there is more to life than visual stimulation's. He continues to paint his War Hammer models-a hobby he enjoys doing every evening. Hopefully, Douglas's breakthrough will inspire other addicts to ditch the computer games and break the habit.
Purpose: To show those addicts that there is more to life than just virtual simulations
Boy breaks habit
There has been a recent break through to computer addicts everywhere. It has been reported that Kayla Free's game crazed brother, Douglas has not touched the computer once today! This shocking new discovery has raised many eyebrows of the Free household.
After arriving home from school, Douglas settled his bag down on the living room couch and went straight into the kitchen to empty out his lunch box. Instead of sitting down in front of the computer like he usually does, he went in the living room and immediately began working on his math homework. One would think that after his homework, he would approach the computer, but in this case he did not. In fact, throughout the whole day he didn't even ask to use the computer.
"I really don't know what came over him!" Exclaimed his sister, "That kid's spend more time on the computer than anyone. I'm just glad I actually got the chance to do my homework early on the computer for once."
In the past, Douglas would spend hours on end playing computer games such as Star Wars Battlefront and Spore. Not only was he a compulsive gamer, but he didn't like sharing the computer either. It made it extremely difficult for his older sister, Kayla to use the computer for school work purposes, resulting in conflicts between the two. He was clearly addicted. But that later changed after his parents had put him on a one hour daily curfew. He would also need an adults permission to use the computer. It seems that after being denied access to the computer by his grandmother so many times, something in his mind told him to give up. He no longer cared.
"I've really seen a big change in Douglas since started spending less and less time on the computer." States his grandmother. "Not only has he been completing his homework regularly, his attitude has changed greatly as well. He's just become a nicer person."
And it's true. Douglas has become more friendly. His and lack of patience was due to the excessive eye soring hours of computer games. Experts actually state that the less time you spend on the computer, the further your assholeness decreases .
Douglas is no longer a slave to his computer now. He has discovered that there is more to life than visual stimulation's. He continues to paint his War Hammer models-a hobby he enjoys doing every evening. Hopefully, Douglas's breakthrough will inspire other addicts to ditch the computer games and break the habit.
Monday, March 9, 2009
In the News #1
Audience: Teens that do household chores
Purpose: To encourage other teens to be brave when it comes to washing dishes!
Girl fights dish scum
Just last evening, Kayla was seen in the kitchen, having a one on one battle against dried residue from dinner. Wielding only a cloth and dish soap, she triumphed over an exhausting, but successful victory.
Kayla hovered over the kitchen sink, her hands pruned from working in the steaming dish water. All the other dishes had been thoroughly cleansed-all except for one. It was dried spaghetti sauce and noodles. Glaring at the last crusty covered plate, she snatched it and began soaking it in the hot water. She quickly went to work, scrubbing the cloth as hard as she could against the plate.
"Every night my sister tackles on the toughest grimes and crusts and succeeds every time." Her brother tells us as he waits to dry the last dish. "There's no mess she can't handle!"
Force alone wasn't enough to wear away the tough scummy external. She would have to let it bathe in the water for a while to weaken the dried excess of food. Kayla let her hands cool down as she gave the dish a good five minuets worth of soaking.
"Not only is she a dish washing pro, she's very dedicated at what she does." Her father boasts. "She does her duties without being asked, and always leaves the dishes sparkling clean."
After the soaking process was complete, it only took one swipe of her cloth and all that grime slided off clean, squealing in defeat. "You may have defeated me this time, but I'll be back! And tougher than ever!" Claimed the scum in agony as it traveled down the drain.
Kayla beamed over her victory, giving the dish one final rinse before being put on the drying rack. She had managed to conquer over another dish. It was just another night's worth of hard work.
Purpose: To encourage other teens to be brave when it comes to washing dishes!
Girl fights dish scum
Just last evening, Kayla was seen in the kitchen, having a one on one battle against dried residue from dinner. Wielding only a cloth and dish soap, she triumphed over an exhausting, but successful victory.
Kayla hovered over the kitchen sink, her hands pruned from working in the steaming dish water. All the other dishes had been thoroughly cleansed-all except for one. It was dried spaghetti sauce and noodles. Glaring at the last crusty covered plate, she snatched it and began soaking it in the hot water. She quickly went to work, scrubbing the cloth as hard as she could against the plate.
"Every night my sister tackles on the toughest grimes and crusts and succeeds every time." Her brother tells us as he waits to dry the last dish. "There's no mess she can't handle!"
Force alone wasn't enough to wear away the tough scummy external. She would have to let it bathe in the water for a while to weaken the dried excess of food. Kayla let her hands cool down as she gave the dish a good five minuets worth of soaking.
"Not only is she a dish washing pro, she's very dedicated at what she does." Her father boasts. "She does her duties without being asked, and always leaves the dishes sparkling clean."
After the soaking process was complete, it only took one swipe of her cloth and all that grime slided off clean, squealing in defeat. "You may have defeated me this time, but I'll be back! And tougher than ever!" Claimed the scum in agony as it traveled down the drain.
Kayla beamed over her victory, giving the dish one final rinse before being put on the drying rack. She had managed to conquer over another dish. It was just another night's worth of hard work.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
A poem tells a story
Huffing, struggling to his feet,
The unforgiving desert heat
All the hope that he had left
was sinking, done and dead
Blowing, stinging in his face
The sand was all that he could taste
He knew that soon his time would come
the dust would be his bed
Weakly falling to his knees
The desert triumphed his defeat
No longer could he take one step
He let his body go
But just before he closed his eyes
He saw a figure by his side
It's outstretched feathers bright and red
emitting mystic glow
Just then the light had lit the sky
Was this death, had he just died?
His eyes adjusted to light
his suffering was done
Lifting himself off the ground
He felt as if he was unbound
The creature that had saved him left
And there was only the sun
The unforgiving desert heat
All the hope that he had left
was sinking, done and dead
Blowing, stinging in his face
The sand was all that he could taste
He knew that soon his time would come
the dust would be his bed
Weakly falling to his knees
The desert triumphed his defeat
No longer could he take one step
He let his body go
But just before he closed his eyes
He saw a figure by his side
It's outstretched feathers bright and red
emitting mystic glow
Just then the light had lit the sky
Was this death, had he just died?
His eyes adjusted to light
his suffering was done
Lifting himself off the ground
He felt as if he was unbound
The creature that had saved him left
And there was only the sun
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Seeing without eyes
The sculptress
She feels the muddy, supple texture
moving, rolling, through her fingers
Forming, twisting, hands at work
These sightless eyes will guide her through
For she remembers from the time
When she could see with sightly eyes
A picture forming in her mind
Always embedded in her thoughts
Then she slowly molds a figure
memories that she once had seen
But sight to her is useless now
For she can feel the world with ease
She feels the muddy, supple texture
moving, rolling, through her fingers
Forming, twisting, hands at work
These sightless eyes will guide her through
For she remembers from the time
When she could see with sightly eyes
A picture forming in her mind
Always embedded in her thoughts
Then she slowly molds a figure
memories that she once had seen
But sight to her is useless now
For she can feel the world with ease
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
Landscape
Fog so thick
Journey through the mist of aqua
as the droplets kiss your neck
The warmth and moisture of it's arms
will grasp you in it's dampen depths
You'll never know just how this wonder
Drew you in it's charming trance
Before your eyes, the fog will thicken
swirls of vapors start to dance
Suddently the mist condenses,
wrapping you in clouds so thick,
perhaps you should have thought before
you entered through the beauty mist
Journey through the mist of aqua
as the droplets kiss your neck
The warmth and moisture of it's arms
will grasp you in it's dampen depths
You'll never know just how this wonder
Drew you in it's charming trance
Before your eyes, the fog will thicken
swirls of vapors start to dance
Suddently the mist condenses,
wrapping you in clouds so thick,
perhaps you should have thought before
you entered through the beauty mist
Monday, March 2, 2009
Dreams and Dreaming
My dreams suck
While others dream of cotton candy,
Unicorns and fluff,
The dreams I see while fast asleep
Are full of rotten luck
Never have I dreamt a dream
Of flying, soaring high
Instead I hit rock bottom
When I try my best to fly
And when I’m being chased while dreaming
These legs of mine don’t move
Or sometimes I’ll just trip and fall
Over a sidewalk groove
And it’s a joke that I could dream
Of sharing a romance
Cause even if I tried real hard
Some girl just steals my chance
So hurray for all you happy dreamers,
For my dreams are full of muck
If dreams are drawn from deep desires
Then how come mine all suck?
While others dream of cotton candy,
Unicorns and fluff,
The dreams I see while fast asleep
Are full of rotten luck
Never have I dreamt a dream
Of flying, soaring high
Instead I hit rock bottom
When I try my best to fly
And when I’m being chased while dreaming
These legs of mine don’t move
Or sometimes I’ll just trip and fall
Over a sidewalk groove
And it’s a joke that I could dream
Of sharing a romance
Cause even if I tried real hard
Some girl just steals my chance
So hurray for all you happy dreamers,
For my dreams are full of muck
If dreams are drawn from deep desires
Then how come mine all suck?
Thursday, February 26, 2009
The collage of people #4
The pianist
Audience: All ages, those who have a passion for something
Purpose: To show people that if you love to do what you do, stick with it
Flowing through the second floor of the apartment is the sweet sound of a piano being played by Henry Williams. Henry lives alone in apartment 207, and every evening you can hear him practice his beautiful music. Sometimes, during crisp nights in the Spring, he leaves his balcony door open and his piano playing gently pours out into the parking lot for everyone to hear. He never plays the same piece, each night is a different song. He has stacks of music books piled all over his living room. He'll practice and practice on each new piece until he can play it perfectly. Henry simply loved the piano. In fact was the very thing that made him famous many years ago.
Henry is is around his late 70's now, but back in the day, he was a well known concert and jazz pianist in the Toronto area. He played everything from solo pieces to concertos, and his career started at Roy Thompson Hall. He started doing his own recordings and sold several records of pieces he composed himself. His fame was so well known in Toronto, that it expanded all throughout Ontario, and eventually stretched to other provinces! Pretty soon, he was travelling far and wide, from Ontario to British Columbia. However, he had trouble keeping up with all the travelling. It was too much for him having to fly all over Canada. He could never find the time to be close with his family since he was frequently going back and forth to perform in different provinces. He decided to retire as a concert pianist and became a part-time piano teacher.
Henry misses it though. Part of him still wishes he was back performing on the stage. It was quite an amazing experience for him. During that time he met and worked with several other musicians just as passionate and talented as he was. It gave him joy to perform with them as the audience watched them in awe. However, becoming a piano teacher gave him a chance to do something he's never done before. Before, he played piano for his own needs, but now he plays piano to inspire others. Being able to teach others about the piano gave him a sense of purpose. Knowing that his students might one day play for themselves as he did was quite rewarding.
Even though Henry no longer plays the piano in huge concert halls, gives the neighborhood free recitals every evening. All you have to do is wait in the parking lot around six o'clock and you'll be able to hear his beautiful melodies coming from the inside of his balcony door.
Audience: All ages, those who have a passion for something
Purpose: To show people that if you love to do what you do, stick with it
Flowing through the second floor of the apartment is the sweet sound of a piano being played by Henry Williams. Henry lives alone in apartment 207, and every evening you can hear him practice his beautiful music. Sometimes, during crisp nights in the Spring, he leaves his balcony door open and his piano playing gently pours out into the parking lot for everyone to hear. He never plays the same piece, each night is a different song. He has stacks of music books piled all over his living room. He'll practice and practice on each new piece until he can play it perfectly. Henry simply loved the piano. In fact was the very thing that made him famous many years ago.
Henry is is around his late 70's now, but back in the day, he was a well known concert and jazz pianist in the Toronto area. He played everything from solo pieces to concertos, and his career started at Roy Thompson Hall. He started doing his own recordings and sold several records of pieces he composed himself. His fame was so well known in Toronto, that it expanded all throughout Ontario, and eventually stretched to other provinces! Pretty soon, he was travelling far and wide, from Ontario to British Columbia. However, he had trouble keeping up with all the travelling. It was too much for him having to fly all over Canada. He could never find the time to be close with his family since he was frequently going back and forth to perform in different provinces. He decided to retire as a concert pianist and became a part-time piano teacher.
Henry misses it though. Part of him still wishes he was back performing on the stage. It was quite an amazing experience for him. During that time he met and worked with several other musicians just as passionate and talented as he was. It gave him joy to perform with them as the audience watched them in awe. However, becoming a piano teacher gave him a chance to do something he's never done before. Before, he played piano for his own needs, but now he plays piano to inspire others. Being able to teach others about the piano gave him a sense of purpose. Knowing that his students might one day play for themselves as he did was quite rewarding.
Even though Henry no longer plays the piano in huge concert halls, gives the neighborhood free recitals every evening. All you have to do is wait in the parking lot around six o'clock and you'll be able to hear his beautiful melodies coming from the inside of his balcony door.
The collage of people #3
The cross guard
Audience: students, particularly those in high school and middle school
Audience: students, particularly those in high school and middle school
Purpose: To acknowledge the hard working cross guards who prevent students from being run over by cars
It was a cold, windy morning and Nancy was standing on at the corner of the side walk. The freezing wind was hitting against her face like tiny needles. She had been waiting for about ten minuets, but no one had approached the crosswalk yet. She looked way down the street to see if anyone was coming by, but she couldn't spot anybody. She sighed, placing her red stop sign on the ground as she began to place her thicker pair of gloves over her hands.
She was a soft spoken lady with a tiny frame and had squirrel-like cheeks. Although she was quite old, there were hardly any wrinkles on her face and she looked pretty healthy. Nancy had been working as a cross guard for about a year, every single morning from eight to nine. And in the after noon, she would work once again from three to four. Since she lived just down the street form the cross walk, work was very convenient for her. It didn't seem like much of a job, but she enjoyed it because it kept her busy and she liked talking to some of the parents However, she spent the majority of her time while waiting for her afternoon shift at the parks and recs clubhouse, which was only a couple of steps away. she and a few of her other senior friends participated in the Tia Chi and various other clubs in the community center. Her neighborhood was more than just a home, it was the center of her life.
Finally, she spotted someone walking up the street. It was a middle school student, most likely a Cosburn kid. She waited until the kid came a few feet near the edge of side walk before she checked to see where the cars were on the road. There was one car travelling down the street, but it didn't even come close to being half way from the cross walk. She held her red sign out anyway and blew her whistle, assisting the student as he crossed the street. A lot of kids found her weird that way, guiding them when there wasn't even traffic, or cars for that matter. And if there were cars, she hardly let any of them pass though her until those kids crossed the road first. It was just an odd habit of Nancy's.
It's not that she thought people were incapable of crossing the street by themselves, she just wanted to be cautious and keep them company. Perhaps the reason she blows her whistle at the cars who signal their blinkers in the opposite direction because she's afraid they might take an unexpected turn anyways. She may be a bit too cautious, but it shows that she cares, and no one seemed to acknowledge this.
The student quickly strolled across the street, not even glancing at Nancy. She just watched the the kid as he continued to walk on the other side of the walkway. The cold wind continued to blow into her face. Lifting her scarf over top of her nose, she waited once again for someone else to cross. Maybe the next person would say hi to her at least.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
The collage of people #2
The Dog walker
George stood patiently at the door around eight o'clock, as he did every morning, waiting for someone to answer it. He was quite old, hitting around his mid-70's. His face was drooped with wrinkles, and a pair of thick spectacles sat on the bridge of his crooked nose. He wore a plain black coat with large pockets on the sides. On top of his grey head sat a red, worn out baseball cap. George was a pretty small man, with a bit of a hunch in his back. He seemed like any average old man, but as soon as the lady answered the door with the two white dogs by her feet, he seemed to a have a more youthful and happier glow to him.
Every morning, George would take the dogs for a walk around the neighborhood. They were gorgeous dogs, both looked like rough collies, only smaller. They had white coats and red snouts. And if you ever got a close look at them, you could see the paleness of their blue eyes. But what really made them unique was that they were therapy dogs. Seniors around the neighborhood would come to the house and visit these dogs, taking them out for walks. George was the most frequent visitor, for he loved the dogs, and you could tell they enjoyed his company.
George kneeled down and fastened the leash on their collars. "Stay." He told them. They remained seated, wincing with anticipation. It was amazing how obedient these dogs were. They wagged their tails with excitement, their blue eyes wide and bright. "Hi, Gaia." He greeted the taller collie, stroking her snowy fur. "Pan." He patted the head of the smaller collie. Then, he got up on his feet, waved good-bye to the lady and headed out onto the side walk with two collies trotting beside him.
They continued to walk along the side walk until they came upon a red stop light at the cross. The dogs halted as soon as George did, as if able to read his thoughts. He reached his hand out to pet their heads. Gaia's snout nuzzled against his fingers, and Pan licked his hand. George felt so grateful to have these dogs accompanying him every morning, since his son had recently moved out to live outside the city. Not only was he lonely, but he missed having that sense of purpose as a father to guide and lookout for his son. However, meeting up with these dogs in the morning helped him overcome his loneliness for a little bit. To George, these dogs were more than just friends, they were his children, and he treated them as if they were. He walked them, played with them and brushed them. Just being with them made him feel like he was once a father again, recreating that sense of purpose and usefulness he had lost.
He looked at the two dogs and smiled, their heads looking up and staring back at him with big, sky blue eyes. Then, turning his head back up, he saw the red light change green, and the three of them walked across the street reaching towards the next block.
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Collage of people
The Narcissist
Aron briskly circled the hallway as if it were his own catwalk. He never just walks-he strides. With a bit of a confident skip in his heels, he smoothly glided through the halls with ease as if he were a super model. His posture always kept straight with his long neck lifting his head high in the air. Of course, no person would move with such poise if they didn't want to be noticed. Aron, being the beautiful creature he was, surely did.
He knew he was attractive. Why, his golden mid-length hair had a flawless sheen that complimented his complexion. He had ivory pale skin and a rare colour of pale blue eyes that no one could compete. He had the height and frame of a model, and was toned throughout. Though, it's questionable why he would want any of this attention since he never seems to acknowledge those heart-struck girls (or guys) that turn their heads whenever he comes down the hall. Instead, he stares straight ahead in the midst of the fayer, just knowing that he was being admired was probably enough for him.
As much as Aron was concerned about his looks, he enjoyed being in the company of his friends whom he hung around with during lunch. They were standing around near one of their buddy's lockers, talking about football and joking around. Signalling a wave, he approached towards them. The longer he was with his friends, the more his model-like persona faded away. It was as if he never was that narcissist he was earlier gliding through the halls by himself.
Aron briskly circled the hallway as if it were his own catwalk. He never just walks-he strides. With a bit of a confident skip in his heels, he smoothly glided through the halls with ease as if he were a super model. His posture always kept straight with his long neck lifting his head high in the air. Of course, no person would move with such poise if they didn't want to be noticed. Aron, being the beautiful creature he was, surely did.
He knew he was attractive. Why, his golden mid-length hair had a flawless sheen that complimented his complexion. He had ivory pale skin and a rare colour of pale blue eyes that no one could compete. He had the height and frame of a model, and was toned throughout. Though, it's questionable why he would want any of this attention since he never seems to acknowledge those heart-struck girls (or guys) that turn their heads whenever he comes down the hall. Instead, he stares straight ahead in the midst of the fayer, just knowing that he was being admired was probably enough for him.
As much as Aron was concerned about his looks, he enjoyed being in the company of his friends whom he hung around with during lunch. They were standing around near one of their buddy's lockers, talking about football and joking around. Signalling a wave, he approached towards them. The longer he was with his friends, the more his model-like persona faded away. It was as if he never was that narcissist he was earlier gliding through the halls by himself.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
The Daily life of inanimate objects
Entry #1:
Everything was going well. I was comfortably perched on top of my master's nose bridge, aiding the weak vision of the orbs. It was just like any other day, until I overheard some frightful news that caused my whole body to tilt over. They were going to replace me.
Apparently my prescription is out of date. Out of date? How insulting. I'm not that old! Six and a half years at that, and I'm still in one piece! I know I am no longer the beauty I once was since the beginning of my career. My body, once pink and crisp has been scrapped down, revealing a grayish, rusty metal. My lenses, which were clear and smooth, are now covered with tiny scratches. But I assure you, I serve my purpose just as well as I did the day I was bought and used.
All I want is a chance. Doesn't my master realize how much of a help I have been? I will not just sit helplessly and watch as I be replaced by some new, snobby, thick-framed amateur. I am enraged! Just for that, if there ever is a need for a temporary replacement when the amateur gets lost or broken, I won't be there.
Entry #2:
After an irritable night of pondering through my worries, I was once again summoned for duty this morning. I was exhausted from lack of sleep, but I continued to assist the orbs with my glass lenses.
During the beginning of my day, I didn't hear news about my replacement schedule. I was hoping my master had come back to her senses and dropped the idea of replacing me. It was a false hope, but it kept me going through the day. I haven't been this anxious since the time my master's sibling kicked a soccer ball in her face and knocked my lens out!
When my master had returned home from school however, my hope vanished. She and her father began to discuss when they should set an appointment for the optometrist. They decided to schedule one for tomorrow. Suddenly the anger I had been feeling turned into fear. This was too soon, I thought. Much too soon. But I still have a couple of days before my time comes. It takes a little less than a week for the new glasses to be ready to purchase.
My body is shaking with anxiety, it's like waiting for death to knock at my door. Where I'll be ending up next will be worse than death, I know it!
Entry #3:
So there I was, sitting on top of a small desk, watching as the giant, black machine was placed over my master's face. I could hear the optometrist ask my master to recite some letters and numbers on the board. Then he began overlapping multiple lenses in front of the eyes of the machine to find the orb's prescription. What carried on for several minuets felt like hours, but the time had finally came for my master to browse for a new visual aid. I could feel the fear burn up inside of me as my master placed me on top of her nose bridge once again.
My master walked out of the office, leading into another room. All I saw were rows and shelves of new models, just waiting to purchased. I gulped, but I couldn't swallow this terrifying feeling. One of these models would soon replace me and I will be left alone in a small, cramped container, only to be used as a back up. Only one questioned lingered in my thoughts: "Just which one of these Newbies will be chosen as my heir?"
My master sure took her sweet time to pick her new glasses, constantly trying on new models, taking me on and off. It was as if I was being slowly tortured. All that time I had been waiting and waiting. Just choose and let me rid of my misery! As if heard from the gods above, my master came to a stop. "I like these ones!" She said, finally. She removed me from her bridge and switched me with a pair of pink, square framed glasses. "What? Why the square frames? How do people find these models so attractive?" I wailed. But the pink glasses just smirked and told me I was behind the times. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of your owner." It said.
So that was my replacement. I couldn't believe it. Am I really that old to be incapable of judging a hideous pair of glasses?
Entry: # 4
Last night was restless, stressful and worrisome. I did not sleep. I couldn't. My mind was lingering in the darkness, unable to shake off my worries.
As I sat there on the desk beside the bed, waiting for the sun to rise, I thought about my fate. What will happen to me on the day of my replacement? Where will I end up? Will I be thrown away like my ancestors before me? I could feel the soft heat of sun filling up the room, it's shiny beams reflecting off my lenses. I never really appreciated being soaked by it's warmth every morning. Perhaps I should start now. After all, these next couple of days will be the last I'll feel of it. Then the radio sang it's morning call, and I was yet again pick up and placed on the face of my owner.
It was the start of a new day. My master went through her morning preparations and left for school. I gave aid to the orb's vision as if it were any average day. And tomorrow will be the same. And the next one, and the next one, until my time has come to be swapped with another pair of new, shiny glasses. But I suppose that's how life is. All good things must come and go, leaving the newer generation to take their place. I guess I am old. Maybe I should just except my uselessness and retire.
Before I do that, I will take the opportunity to enjoy my last days of being useful. And during dusk, I'll eagerly wait for the sun to seep through the sheer bedroom curtains to hit it's warm beams againts my body.
Everything was going well. I was comfortably perched on top of my master's nose bridge, aiding the weak vision of the orbs. It was just like any other day, until I overheard some frightful news that caused my whole body to tilt over. They were going to replace me.
Apparently my prescription is out of date. Out of date? How insulting. I'm not that old! Six and a half years at that, and I'm still in one piece! I know I am no longer the beauty I once was since the beginning of my career. My body, once pink and crisp has been scrapped down, revealing a grayish, rusty metal. My lenses, which were clear and smooth, are now covered with tiny scratches. But I assure you, I serve my purpose just as well as I did the day I was bought and used.
All I want is a chance. Doesn't my master realize how much of a help I have been? I will not just sit helplessly and watch as I be replaced by some new, snobby, thick-framed amateur. I am enraged! Just for that, if there ever is a need for a temporary replacement when the amateur gets lost or broken, I won't be there.
Entry #2:
After an irritable night of pondering through my worries, I was once again summoned for duty this morning. I was exhausted from lack of sleep, but I continued to assist the orbs with my glass lenses.
During the beginning of my day, I didn't hear news about my replacement schedule. I was hoping my master had come back to her senses and dropped the idea of replacing me. It was a false hope, but it kept me going through the day. I haven't been this anxious since the time my master's sibling kicked a soccer ball in her face and knocked my lens out!
When my master had returned home from school however, my hope vanished. She and her father began to discuss when they should set an appointment for the optometrist. They decided to schedule one for tomorrow. Suddenly the anger I had been feeling turned into fear. This was too soon, I thought. Much too soon. But I still have a couple of days before my time comes. It takes a little less than a week for the new glasses to be ready to purchase.
My body is shaking with anxiety, it's like waiting for death to knock at my door. Where I'll be ending up next will be worse than death, I know it!
Entry #3:
So there I was, sitting on top of a small desk, watching as the giant, black machine was placed over my master's face. I could hear the optometrist ask my master to recite some letters and numbers on the board. Then he began overlapping multiple lenses in front of the eyes of the machine to find the orb's prescription. What carried on for several minuets felt like hours, but the time had finally came for my master to browse for a new visual aid. I could feel the fear burn up inside of me as my master placed me on top of her nose bridge once again.
My master walked out of the office, leading into another room. All I saw were rows and shelves of new models, just waiting to purchased. I gulped, but I couldn't swallow this terrifying feeling. One of these models would soon replace me and I will be left alone in a small, cramped container, only to be used as a back up. Only one questioned lingered in my thoughts: "Just which one of these Newbies will be chosen as my heir?"
My master sure took her sweet time to pick her new glasses, constantly trying on new models, taking me on and off. It was as if I was being slowly tortured. All that time I had been waiting and waiting. Just choose and let me rid of my misery! As if heard from the gods above, my master came to a stop. "I like these ones!" She said, finally. She removed me from her bridge and switched me with a pair of pink, square framed glasses. "What? Why the square frames? How do people find these models so attractive?" I wailed. But the pink glasses just smirked and told me I was behind the times. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of your owner." It said.
So that was my replacement. I couldn't believe it. Am I really that old to be incapable of judging a hideous pair of glasses?
Entry: # 4
Last night was restless, stressful and worrisome. I did not sleep. I couldn't. My mind was lingering in the darkness, unable to shake off my worries.
As I sat there on the desk beside the bed, waiting for the sun to rise, I thought about my fate. What will happen to me on the day of my replacement? Where will I end up? Will I be thrown away like my ancestors before me? I could feel the soft heat of sun filling up the room, it's shiny beams reflecting off my lenses. I never really appreciated being soaked by it's warmth every morning. Perhaps I should start now. After all, these next couple of days will be the last I'll feel of it. Then the radio sang it's morning call, and I was yet again pick up and placed on the face of my owner.
It was the start of a new day. My master went through her morning preparations and left for school. I gave aid to the orb's vision as if it were any average day. And tomorrow will be the same. And the next one, and the next one, until my time has come to be swapped with another pair of new, shiny glasses. But I suppose that's how life is. All good things must come and go, leaving the newer generation to take their place. I guess I am old. Maybe I should just except my uselessness and retire.
Before I do that, I will take the opportunity to enjoy my last days of being useful. And during dusk, I'll eagerly wait for the sun to seep through the sheer bedroom curtains to hit it's warm beams againts my body.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
"I'll trade you this Yugioh card for..." and gossip.
"I'll trade you this Yugioh card for your Destiny Hero!"
"Ewww, no! That's an old magic card!"
"What? It's a good card come on! please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"Hey yo, I'll sell you this Black Luster Soldier for five bucks."
"Snap! Heck yes!"
I heard this as I was passing D.A. Morrison on my way home from school yesterday. There was a group of nerdy looking kids hanging outside the bus stop, trading Yugioh cards. I was surprised by the fact that kids still play with these things. Jeez, I remember I started to play Yugioh cards when i was in grade 5. I thought they died out while I was in grade eight, but I guess they're popularity came back. Except, now the cards have been upgraded and the rules have changed. They'll probably continue to change these features in order for it to sell to the newer generations. They don't care if the old fans are disappointed of the mutation that has befallen on their precious card game, just so long as it sells. Yep, it's going to end up just like the never ending, over-killed Pokemon franchise.
I still enjoy the original Pokemon and Yugioh...I have my cards hiding in one of my three-ringed binders. Don't judge me!
Final eavesdropping conversation:
Okay, so I decided to eavesdrop on one more conversation because my previous ones were not long enough to turn into a script. Anyways, while I was taking the bus on my way to the movie theatres yesterday, I heard these three teenage girls gossiping on about a girl they clearly disliked.
"We saw Paige on the bus yesterday. And after you left, she said you made eye contact with her and didn't say hi."
"Ha-ha!"
"What? I didn't make eye contac-Ah crap! I did..."
"Yep, she ended up talking to me for the rest of the ride."
"Oh my god....I'm sorry..."
"She's in college now, trying to get into recording arts. She was only at school for half a semester."
"Well that's a relief!"
"You know, I'm surprised any college would accept her."
"She wants to get into singing. That makes me laugh. She can't sing for shit!"
"She's not that bad of a person, you know."
"No way! She's just as bad as Jessica."
"No, no. She's way nice than Jessica. Jessica's rude. At least Paige actually considers other people's feelings."
"You guys, she's not an animal you know."
"But she's just creepy. You know she stalked James."
"What? Really?"
"She phoned him one time, and he didn't even give her his number. She was like to him, 'Yeah, you gave me your phone number a long time ago.' He was all creeped out and finally she said, 'fine, I looked it up in the phone book."
"Yeah, that's not stalkerish at all!
"Wow, what a creeper!"
"Then she went around saying that the two were dating and poor James didn't even know what was going on."
"God, that girl's messed up. I swear."
I'm not going to lie, eavesdropping on teenage gossip is amusing. This girl that they were talking about sounds like she's a bit off her rocker, but I feel a little sorry for her. She doesn't seem like the most popular student in the school and probably gets picked on for it. People just love to talk about those who fall under "strange and unusual" category. It amuses them and makes them feel better about themselves. And when the word travels through the grape vine, it eventually makes it's way to the person being talked about. I can just imagine how horrible this person must feel, listening to all the rumors being made about her everyday. I would be so humiliated, I wouldn't want to show up for school.
It's a shame, but that's high school for you. Full of rumors, gossip and drama. Like I said, I enjoy listening on other people's gossip, but when I'm amongst my friends, I try and avoid participating in it. It's just a real, big headache.
"Ewww, no! That's an old magic card!"
"What? It's a good card come on! please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"Hey yo, I'll sell you this Black Luster Soldier for five bucks."
"Snap! Heck yes!"
I heard this as I was passing D.A. Morrison on my way home from school yesterday. There was a group of nerdy looking kids hanging outside the bus stop, trading Yugioh cards. I was surprised by the fact that kids still play with these things. Jeez, I remember I started to play Yugioh cards when i was in grade 5. I thought they died out while I was in grade eight, but I guess they're popularity came back. Except, now the cards have been upgraded and the rules have changed. They'll probably continue to change these features in order for it to sell to the newer generations. They don't care if the old fans are disappointed of the mutation that has befallen on their precious card game, just so long as it sells. Yep, it's going to end up just like the never ending, over-killed Pokemon franchise.
I still enjoy the original Pokemon and Yugioh...I have my cards hiding in one of my three-ringed binders. Don't judge me!
Final eavesdropping conversation:
Okay, so I decided to eavesdrop on one more conversation because my previous ones were not long enough to turn into a script. Anyways, while I was taking the bus on my way to the movie theatres yesterday, I heard these three teenage girls gossiping on about a girl they clearly disliked.
"We saw Paige on the bus yesterday. And after you left, she said you made eye contact with her and didn't say hi."
"Ha-ha!"
"What? I didn't make eye contac-Ah crap! I did..."
"Yep, she ended up talking to me for the rest of the ride."
"Oh my god....I'm sorry..."
"She's in college now, trying to get into recording arts. She was only at school for half a semester."
"Well that's a relief!"
"You know, I'm surprised any college would accept her."
"She wants to get into singing. That makes me laugh. She can't sing for shit!"
"She's not that bad of a person, you know."
"No way! She's just as bad as Jessica."
"No, no. She's way nice than Jessica. Jessica's rude. At least Paige actually considers other people's feelings."
"You guys, she's not an animal you know."
"But she's just creepy. You know she stalked James."
"What? Really?"
"She phoned him one time, and he didn't even give her his number. She was like to him, 'Yeah, you gave me your phone number a long time ago.' He was all creeped out and finally she said, 'fine, I looked it up in the phone book."
"Yeah, that's not stalkerish at all!
"Wow, what a creeper!"
"Then she went around saying that the two were dating and poor James didn't even know what was going on."
"God, that girl's messed up. I swear."
I'm not going to lie, eavesdropping on teenage gossip is amusing. This girl that they were talking about sounds like she's a bit off her rocker, but I feel a little sorry for her. She doesn't seem like the most popular student in the school and probably gets picked on for it. People just love to talk about those who fall under "strange and unusual" category. It amuses them and makes them feel better about themselves. And when the word travels through the grape vine, it eventually makes it's way to the person being talked about. I can just imagine how horrible this person must feel, listening to all the rumors being made about her everyday. I would be so humiliated, I wouldn't want to show up for school.
It's a shame, but that's high school for you. Full of rumors, gossip and drama. Like I said, I enjoy listening on other people's gossip, but when I'm amongst my friends, I try and avoid participating in it. It's just a real, big headache.
A video game conversation
Today, my brother was playing his computer game a little while ago, and I could hear voices coming from the speakers. They weren't coming from the game, they were coming from the players who were talking to each other through microphones. Although their conversation wasn't exactly "intelligent," but I still found it amusing. I can't remember their user names though. The video game is called "Age of Chivalry" where you play as knights and fight each other. So this is what I heard, minus the swearing.
"I'm calling you MVP for this game because I'm defiantly doing all the work."
"That's not very nice."
".........You're no very nice!"
"Yeah, try not to hit me while your killing the enemy!"
"For god sake! I hate my keyboard!"
"You just got owned, B*&%!"
And then some guy randomly starts singing "Hot and Cold" by Katy Perry. It was kind of funny. And sometimes four people would talk at once and all you could hear was this giant muffle.
It just comes to show you how much video games and technology in general have advanced. You can talk to someone who lives on the other side of the world while playing video games now. It's really amazing. I know this is all old news for some gamers, but I'm still intrigued! This type of communication is so much easier than typing a message while trying to defend yourself from other players. I think it's neat that you can talk to gamers all over the world. When my brother gets his microphone for the computer, I'm definitely going to give it a try!
"I'm calling you MVP for this game because I'm defiantly doing all the work."
"That's not very nice."
".........You're no very nice!"
"Yeah, try not to hit me while your killing the enemy!"
"For god sake! I hate my keyboard!"
"You just got owned, B*&%!"
And then some guy randomly starts singing "Hot and Cold" by Katy Perry. It was kind of funny. And sometimes four people would talk at once and all you could hear was this giant muffle.
It just comes to show you how much video games and technology in general have advanced. You can talk to someone who lives on the other side of the world while playing video games now. It's really amazing. I know this is all old news for some gamers, but I'm still intrigued! This type of communication is so much easier than typing a message while trying to defend yourself from other players. I think it's neat that you can talk to gamers all over the world. When my brother gets his microphone for the computer, I'm definitely going to give it a try!
Monday, February 9, 2009
Looking at cats...
This was during my photography class today (just posting this stuff in case I can't switch out of this class, by the way)
"Oh my god, look at her pupils! They're so dilated!"
"Yeah! Look how red they are!"
"She's definitely high."
So I turn around and look at that chick that they're talking about. Her eyes were really red. Well, that explains why she was talking all loud and saying bizarre stuff. Not that I've never seen this before. I don't see the point of coming to class right after smoking pot. Not only is it going to screw up your learning during class, but there's a pretty big chance that you'll get caught. Then you'll have to go to the office, talk to the Principal, maybe with the cops too. After that, they brand you as a drugy in the school and you have to go through all this crap. It's just not worth it. Kids, if your going to smoke pot, do it on your spare time, not during school. It's just common sense.
Oh, here's a random one. From Sunday while at the mall.
"My mom and I sat in her bed for like, five hours looking at pictures of cats on the Internet."
Yeah, I'm not really sure what to think about that. I think I'd get bored after a while. I mean, I like looking at cat pictures, especially funny ones. They cheer me up, but I can't see myself looking at pictures of cats for five hours. That's just boring, I have other things to do. Meh, but I guess if you're a real cat lover, you could look at cat pictures all day. Oh, but I do like watching funny cat videos on YouTube, I could watch those for about an hour or so.
"Oh my god, look at her pupils! They're so dilated!"
"Yeah! Look how red they are!"
"She's definitely high."
So I turn around and look at that chick that they're talking about. Her eyes were really red. Well, that explains why she was talking all loud and saying bizarre stuff. Not that I've never seen this before. I don't see the point of coming to class right after smoking pot. Not only is it going to screw up your learning during class, but there's a pretty big chance that you'll get caught. Then you'll have to go to the office, talk to the Principal, maybe with the cops too. After that, they brand you as a drugy in the school and you have to go through all this crap. It's just not worth it. Kids, if your going to smoke pot, do it on your spare time, not during school. It's just common sense.
Oh, here's a random one. From Sunday while at the mall.
"My mom and I sat in her bed for like, five hours looking at pictures of cats on the Internet."
Yeah, I'm not really sure what to think about that. I think I'd get bored after a while. I mean, I like looking at cat pictures, especially funny ones. They cheer me up, but I can't see myself looking at pictures of cats for five hours. That's just boring, I have other things to do. Meh, but I guess if you're a real cat lover, you could look at cat pictures all day. Oh, but I do like watching funny cat videos on YouTube, I could watch those for about an hour or so.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Some stuff I heard
Kay, so...I was going down on the escalotor at the Eaton's center when I overhead a conversation from this young couple above me. I couldn't get it word from word, but this is pretty close.
The chick: ...So it's not just enough if he loves you. He has to be financially stable.
The guy: Uh, huh
The chick: You know, so he can treat you to dinner, buy you something nice once in a while...
The Guy: Yeah...
Me: .........XD LOL
I'm pretty sure she was taking about Valentine's day, where the whole main idea is to buy your love's affection with your cold hard cash. Probably the most commercialized "holiday" on our calender, I don't think there are any commercial that aren't. Why do you need a day to prove that you love them? Or should I say, why do we need a day to bribe our loved ones' affection? I don't understand that. It's really just a way for the goverment to get into your pockets by spending money on chocolate, flowers, jewlery and fluffy crap. And it's always the guys buying all this stuff for the girls. You don't usually see it the other way around.
And then there's my theory that the goverment just wants to promote romance so the population will reproduce, that way there will be more soldiers to fight in army in the future. They also push those people who are not in a relationship to feel bad so that they can try and find a mate. Sorry to all you cheesy couples out there, but Valentine's day is a sham. One. Big. Sham.
Kay, I'm done.
The chick: ...So it's not just enough if he loves you. He has to be financially stable.
The guy: Uh, huh
The chick: You know, so he can treat you to dinner, buy you something nice once in a while...
The Guy: Yeah...
Me: .........XD LOL
I'm pretty sure she was taking about Valentine's day, where the whole main idea is to buy your love's affection with your cold hard cash. Probably the most commercialized "holiday" on our calender, I don't think there are any commercial that aren't. Why do you need a day to prove that you love them? Or should I say, why do we need a day to bribe our loved ones' affection? I don't understand that. It's really just a way for the goverment to get into your pockets by spending money on chocolate, flowers, jewlery and fluffy crap. And it's always the guys buying all this stuff for the girls. You don't usually see it the other way around.
And then there's my theory that the goverment just wants to promote romance so the population will reproduce, that way there will be more soldiers to fight in army in the future. They also push those people who are not in a relationship to feel bad so that they can try and find a mate. Sorry to all you cheesy couples out there, but Valentine's day is a sham. One. Big. Sham.
Kay, I'm done.
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