It might be strange to think about people writing down somone's every move but people do. The people being written about are not always real, but it still happens nonetheless. That's what writing is all about. It's what gives language arts teachers something to do, something to test people on. Such a lovely thing this concept of writing is, is it not?
When I'm bored, I write (and play the piano). Writing about people gives me such a feeling of empathy with my characters that I feel as though they're one of my best friends. Sometimes horrrible things happen to my characters, sometimes they experience moments of bliss and perfection. It depends on what mood I'm in.
Whenever someone writes something, someone reads it. Reading is such a great way to extend your knowledge of the world in so many ways. When people read, they sit there spilling out all their emotions, while some people simply sit there with a stern expression on their faces, all the emotions growing inside them untill suddenly they explode and all the emotions are all spilling out nonstop. It's muc easier to gradually let out all the emotions then to explode. It's much healthier that way.
My favourite type of writing is script writing. when you write a script, you don't have to worry about describing people so much as worrying about what they're saying and how they say it. Imagining what people's lives can do. Impossible feats accomplished only by one the one person whom you have created. These impossible feats can become reality for as far anyone knows, and somehow, somewhere, someone might achieve it. By making scripts, People can make their visions come alive. When grow up, I want to be a director. It would give me great pleasure.
The world needs more colour. Especially Toronto. All these greys and browns everywhere can't ever give anyone any enjoyment can they? When people write, the world becomes a world full of possibilities and emotions, of strength and hope and joy and love and a bunch of other things. People need inspiration, a way to get out of this horrible bleak world, visit paradise, come back to this horrible bleak world, and change it to what paradise was. Now the world is a colourful and joyful place where people want to be in it. Give people that chance and write your hearts desire.
Life Lesson: Writers are the painters of the world.
I posted a comment on Chloe's post this week.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Sunday, February 28, 2010
O is for the Olympics
The Olympics have ended. With a big finale as Sidney Crosby scored the winning goal for Canada. There were so many highlights about these games that I would like to address including Alexander Bilideau doing his amazing first jump in moguls, such an amazing feat would have been absolutely impossible for someone like me, who, in spite of my fearlessness can't jump over a little jump without falling and never trying it again, to do. Another highlight was in the men's' 1500m speed skating event when this Russian guy called Ivan Scobrev got on the ice. On the T.V. you could see what the pace line was to beat the time, if you were skating beyond that line, you would be in first place, which Ivan was. Way beyond that line in fact. He was huffing and puffing and seemed as though he was going to fall behind but he didn't. When he crossed the finish line he threw off his hood, looked up at the screen showing his time, and the most magnificent face of the whole Olympic Winter Games was visible for the world to see. It was a mixture between shock, joy and relief that melted on to his open mouthed expression. It is something I will remember for the rest of my life. Unfortunately for him, Mark Tuitert was next and got another gold for Holland (YEAH!!!), the guy that he was against (Havard Bokko) got bronze, and Shani Davis got silver. I felt sad for the Russian guy.
With all the highlights there were lowlights as well. Very sad lowlights. The whole 16 million people in the Netherlands were watching as Sven Kramer was making the Olympic record in the 5km speed skating race. I was clapping and cheering my heart out until the commentator said,
Wait, there seems to be a problem. It seems to be that Sven Kramer of The Netherlands has been disqualified for incorrect lane changing.'
That's about when my dad called from India to tell us that it was three o'clock in the morning there in India and that Sven Kramer actually did get disqualified. It was quite horrible. Imagine how Sven might feel. I can tell you, its anything but good. Oh well, it was just an Olympic gold medal right?
Another thing about the Olympics was the mistakes. I asked one of my teachers and she said that there was absolutely wrong just a few minor misshaps. In the eyes of the rest of the world however, things like a tower not rising at the opening ceremonies was an event of shame upon Canada. What was particularly interesting was that with the first race of the speed skating event, the zambonies spilled hot water everywhere and caused an hour delay. You have my teacher saying that it was great how it was fixed in only an hour, and you also have Erben Wennemars commentating on the dutch radio saying how shameful it must be for Canada to be in this position and a bunch of other stuff. Nationalism, something I will never understand.
I do think though that this was a wonderful Olympics that was very exciting to watch and I enjoyed it very much. Especially the Norwegian men's' curling pants.
Life Lesson: The Olympics only come four times a year. Don't mess up.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
G is for Gravel Pit
West Montrose, the little village with a population too small to put on Wikipedia, has a problem. The gravel pit makers have decided that money will be spilling into their doors by building a gravel pit in the West Montrose area. As you might imagine there are quite a few problems with this proposition.
Firstly, they are planning to build this evil gravel farm right next to a Mennonite school. The school a room with a homemade ice rink and a minny baseball diamond. the children walk to school every day on the road. Imagine a beautiful Jigs Hollow road, a road with corn fields on either side, it's as if you can see the world just drop down at the end of the corn field, bulldozed and replaced by tall ugly mountains of grey rubble. Horrible loud beeping sounds coming through the wall as the teacher is yelling as loud as she can so that the children can here what she's saying. Would you like to be in that position? The worst part about it is that the gravel pit making people never even spoke to anyone living there if they were okay with it. They just wrote a letter to the council and started making their plans.
Another problem is all the tourists. Who would want to go somewhere where all you can see is a mountain of grey rubble. Where the blend of green grass and blue river and that marvellous covered bridge leaves you lift your foot off the gas pedal of your car and stare at the beauty until you finally realize that five minutes have gone by and you have to get to where you're going is gone. All gone.
It ruins everything. From the fact that the covered bridge is called the kissing bridge to the fact of those poor Mennonite students. Who would want to wake up every morning to the sound of trucks beeping as they load up the gravel from that life-takingly ugly pit. Could you please shake those dollar signs out of your eyes and listen to the cries of us West Montrosenites. We don't want our lives distorted by your bulldozers of doom so leave us in peace.
Life Lesson: Consult everyone involved before making any radical decisions.
Firstly, they are planning to build this evil gravel farm right next to a Mennonite school. The school a room with a homemade ice rink and a minny baseball diamond. the children walk to school every day on the road. Imagine a beautiful Jigs Hollow road, a road with corn fields on either side, it's as if you can see the world just drop down at the end of the corn field, bulldozed and replaced by tall ugly mountains of grey rubble. Horrible loud beeping sounds coming through the wall as the teacher is yelling as loud as she can so that the children can here what she's saying. Would you like to be in that position? The worst part about it is that the gravel pit making people never even spoke to anyone living there if they were okay with it. They just wrote a letter to the council and started making their plans.
Another problem is all the tourists. Who would want to go somewhere where all you can see is a mountain of grey rubble. Where the blend of green grass and blue river and that marvellous covered bridge leaves you lift your foot off the gas pedal of your car and stare at the beauty until you finally realize that five minutes have gone by and you have to get to where you're going is gone. All gone.
It ruins everything. From the fact that the covered bridge is called the kissing bridge to the fact of those poor Mennonite students. Who would want to wake up every morning to the sound of trucks beeping as they load up the gravel from that life-takingly ugly pit. Could you please shake those dollar signs out of your eyes and listen to the cries of us West Montrosenites. We don't want our lives distorted by your bulldozers of doom so leave us in peace.
Life Lesson: Consult everyone involved before making any radical decisions.
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
B is for Brushing Your Teeth
As you might have noticed while reading my blog, you might have figured out that I am a very strange child. Very strange indeed. I like things that nobody else does in this world. I even look forward to dentist appointments. You see, I haven't ever had a problem with my teeth. I also really like the hygenist who I've had for as long as I can remember.
Why would you not brush your teeth? It's such an easy thing to do and yet half of the worlds' population doesn't do it. It's the difference between having people cringe whenever your talking to close to them and people telling you to smile more often because it looks so nice.
One of the people I'm adrressing in this post is a friend of mine named Marina. She's a wonderful person and one of my best freinds, but she never brushes her teeth (she does but not very often). As a result, her teeth are constantly yellow along the top of her teeth. I've told her many times that she should brush her teeth at least once a day, instead of once every three days like she does but she just won't listen. And when she does, she says she just can't be bothered. Also as a result of not brushing her teeth, she is constantly at the dentist getting another filling.
Fillings hurt. So do drills, x-rays, and other nasty things that the dentist puts in your mouth. Brush your teeth twice a day and you will be free of nasty dentist appointments and you'll actually look forward to them. Dentists are not here in this wrold because they want to drill holes in your mouth or because they want to torture you with putting your mouth in the most uncomfertable position you can think of. They are here to help you smile without feeling embarrassed. They are your friends.
Life lesson:
Doctors are your friends when you brush your teeth twice a day.
Why would you not brush your teeth? It's such an easy thing to do and yet half of the worlds' population doesn't do it. It's the difference between having people cringe whenever your talking to close to them and people telling you to smile more often because it looks so nice.
One of the people I'm adrressing in this post is a friend of mine named Marina. She's a wonderful person and one of my best freinds, but she never brushes her teeth (she does but not very often). As a result, her teeth are constantly yellow along the top of her teeth. I've told her many times that she should brush her teeth at least once a day, instead of once every three days like she does but she just won't listen. And when she does, she says she just can't be bothered. Also as a result of not brushing her teeth, she is constantly at the dentist getting another filling.
Fillings hurt. So do drills, x-rays, and other nasty things that the dentist puts in your mouth. Brush your teeth twice a day and you will be free of nasty dentist appointments and you'll actually look forward to them. Dentists are not here in this wrold because they want to drill holes in your mouth or because they want to torture you with putting your mouth in the most uncomfertable position you can think of. They are here to help you smile without feeling embarrassed. They are your friends.
Life lesson:
Doctors are your friends when you brush your teeth twice a day.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
S is for Snow
I happen to be living in Canada. Land of the moose, beaver, eh, and snow. Everybody loves moose, beavers, and saying eh, but nobody seems to like snow. I don't understand why. Snow is so unbelievably wonderful and delightful, pretty and so unbelievably beautiful. Canadians seems to grunt when I open the window and practically scream,
"ITS SNOWING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
What's not to like about this beautiful thing that delights the eye and tempts you with its white finger to come out and in your pyjamas, fall down and make a snow angel when you wake up? That people can simply ignore that wonderful feeling, is quite sad really.
Snow crystals are born in the clouds when water vapor freezes on a particle of dust, a floating bit of bacteria, or another solid material. When cloud temperatures are at the freezing point or below, and there is an ample supply of moisture in the air, ice crystals form around a core particle. As water vapor condenses and freezes, the complex pattern of a snowflake is born, one molecule at a time. It is here that water molecules bond together into stable crystal structures.
I'm sure that most people are familiar with the saying ' Ther are no two snowflakes are alike'. Some people may say that it's not true but they're worng. It most likely is true. You see, snowflakes are so unbelievably complicated that you might take a glance at two and say,
"Hey! those two snowflakes are exactly alike!" But actually, when you look at them under a microscope, you'll find that they are actually quite different. Also, there are so many snowflakes out there that looking at all of them would be like counting all the grains of rice that have ever been eaten in this planet.
"How can you not like snow?" I find myself asking many people very often. They always seem to answer that they don't like looking at it for four whole months in a row. Well, when you've come from England, where it seems like it's always a grey sky, drizzling, and hovering around 5 degrees, you appreciate the brilliant whiteness and the blue sky with the sun shining, making it so much nicer. Now with global warming, Canada might not have any snow in fifty years, who knows? If that happens, The Canadians will be the ones who miss it most.
Life lesson:
Don't take everything for granted, it can dissapear in a blink of an eye.
"ITS SNOWING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
What's not to like about this beautiful thing that delights the eye and tempts you with its white finger to come out and in your pyjamas, fall down and make a snow angel when you wake up? That people can simply ignore that wonderful feeling, is quite sad really.
Snow crystals are born in the clouds when water vapor freezes on a particle of dust, a floating bit of bacteria, or another solid material. When cloud temperatures are at the freezing point or below, and there is an ample supply of moisture in the air, ice crystals form around a core particle. As water vapor condenses and freezes, the complex pattern of a snowflake is born, one molecule at a time. It is here that water molecules bond together into stable crystal structures.
I'm sure that most people are familiar with the saying ' Ther are no two snowflakes are alike'. Some people may say that it's not true but they're worng. It most likely is true. You see, snowflakes are so unbelievably complicated that you might take a glance at two and say,
"Hey! those two snowflakes are exactly alike!" But actually, when you look at them under a microscope, you'll find that they are actually quite different. Also, there are so many snowflakes out there that looking at all of them would be like counting all the grains of rice that have ever been eaten in this planet.
"How can you not like snow?" I find myself asking many people very often. They always seem to answer that they don't like looking at it for four whole months in a row. Well, when you've come from England, where it seems like it's always a grey sky, drizzling, and hovering around 5 degrees, you appreciate the brilliant whiteness and the blue sky with the sun shining, making it so much nicer. Now with global warming, Canada might not have any snow in fifty years, who knows? If that happens, The Canadians will be the ones who miss it most.
Life lesson:
Don't take everything for granted, it can dissapear in a blink of an eye.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
F is for Food
I love food. As long as it's good food, then i'm happy. Bad food I'll spit out in a nearby garbage can. This weeks blog is about my favourite foods and my least favourite 'im going to gag soon' foods.
I shall first talk about my favourite foods. I love fruit. I love the sensation of a perfect blend of sweetness, bitterness, and sometimes overwhelming sourness. I would like to say that I have a favourite fruit but I don't. I love all common fruits. I also like mexican foods. As long as it's not too spicy. The most wonderful item in the mexican food culture is tacos. To me, really good tacos have meat (well spiced of course), fresh tomatoes, lettuce and cheese on them. Delicieuse! I also like meat. Steak and chicken being my favourite in that category. Cheese is yet another one of those unbelievable foods that you can find in so many cultures. The best thing about it is that all of them tate so good, yet so unbelievably different. my favourite cheese is goat cheese. It goes so well with everything that it's hard not to like! Finally, dessert. Spelled with two s's because it's twice as yummy. You have many different types of desserts for many different types of people. I for example can't stand really sweet things like candy, treacle tart, or frosting. I'm a very, very strange person.
Now for what I dislike. I dislike quite alot of foods actually, but when you compare it with the amount of foods that I do like, it doesn't look that bad.
I strongly dislike fish that tastes like fish, or fishy fish as I like to call it. It tastes so slimy and icky, as if it's going to spit out puss any minute. Besides, how can you sit there looking at a head and plan on eating it without making a thousand trips to the bathroom? Another thing I strongly dislike is sweet things. Like I mentioned before, I WILL spit something out in the garbage if it's too sweet for me. It must look sincerely digusting when I do that but it happens anyway. Here's a short list of things I dont like just so that this blog isn't a thousand miles long:
Ketchup (ugh)
Salt and Vinegar chips (double ugh)
Anything that has vinegar in it
Fizzy drinks (yet again, I am a very strange person)
Overly cooked vegetables (why cant you just serve them raw? They're so much better that way)
Badly cooked food (who does?)
I would like to end with a quotation:
Fruit salad! Yummy yummy! - The Wiggles
Life lesson: Good food is good food. Don't let anyone tell you different.
I shall first talk about my favourite foods. I love fruit. I love the sensation of a perfect blend of sweetness, bitterness, and sometimes overwhelming sourness. I would like to say that I have a favourite fruit but I don't. I love all common fruits. I also like mexican foods. As long as it's not too spicy. The most wonderful item in the mexican food culture is tacos. To me, really good tacos have meat (well spiced of course), fresh tomatoes, lettuce and cheese on them. Delicieuse! I also like meat. Steak and chicken being my favourite in that category. Cheese is yet another one of those unbelievable foods that you can find in so many cultures. The best thing about it is that all of them tate so good, yet so unbelievably different. my favourite cheese is goat cheese. It goes so well with everything that it's hard not to like! Finally, dessert. Spelled with two s's because it's twice as yummy. You have many different types of desserts for many different types of people. I for example can't stand really sweet things like candy, treacle tart, or frosting. I'm a very, very strange person.
Now for what I dislike. I dislike quite alot of foods actually, but when you compare it with the amount of foods that I do like, it doesn't look that bad.
I strongly dislike fish that tastes like fish, or fishy fish as I like to call it. It tastes so slimy and icky, as if it's going to spit out puss any minute. Besides, how can you sit there looking at a head and plan on eating it without making a thousand trips to the bathroom? Another thing I strongly dislike is sweet things. Like I mentioned before, I WILL spit something out in the garbage if it's too sweet for me. It must look sincerely digusting when I do that but it happens anyway. Here's a short list of things I dont like just so that this blog isn't a thousand miles long:
Ketchup (ugh)
Salt and Vinegar chips (double ugh)
Anything that has vinegar in it
Fizzy drinks (yet again, I am a very strange person)
Overly cooked vegetables (why cant you just serve them raw? They're so much better that way)
Badly cooked food (who does?)
I would like to end with a quotation:
Fruit salad! Yummy yummy! - The Wiggles
Life lesson: Good food is good food. Don't let anyone tell you different.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
L is for Lake Placid
Last week, my family and I went on a holiday to Lake Placid, NY. Looking out the car window the morning we arrived, a most delightful sight came to my eyes. The whole place was blanketed in a delicate (but very thick) layer of snow, and I thought to myself, what a wonderful world.
For those who don't know, Lake Placid hosted the Winter Olympic games in both 1932 and 1980. The people in Lake Placid say that Lake Placid is 'The winter sport capital of the world' and I believe them. Not only does it have alpine sports facilities (such as skiing, snowboarding, etc.) but but it also has things like a 400m speed skating track and a bobsled run. If you ever go there, bobsledding is something that you absolutely must do. Here's why:
While you are in the waiting room, they show you videos of all the times people have fallen off their sleds and broken their arms and such. It's pretty scary. Eventually, they call your number and you go outside to be taken to the start of the run. You get there and they put a helmet on you. While waiting for the bobsled to arrive you see other people take off and disappear. Finally you go outside and seat yourself in the bobsled, holding on for dear life to the straps on the side. You suddenly see out of the corner of your eye someone pushing on the sled, then jumping in. You don't see much because you're clinging on to your mom's blue jacket. Boy do you feel it though. It feels as if your on a roller coaster but better. Without all those horrible drops. Instead it feels like you're going a hundred miles an hour and there's no certainty that you won't fly off the track (as was shown in one of the videos).
If you are someone who is attracted to pretty whiteness and views, Mt. Whiteface is the perfect place for you. With the peek over 3430 ft high, the mountain literally shines with beauty (the snow reflects the sun's rays making it look magical). When I was up there I would constantly stop to look and appreciate the grace of this Olympic mountain. All this beauty -- and the trails are fantastic too. There are many runs for beginners and experts and the intermediate alpine sporters.
The other thing I really enjoyed was skating on the long track. Speed skating feels very strange after you've been skiing the whole day, but still incredibly fun. Speed skating is where you skate really fast on skates that have really long blades. You also have to sit extremely low. I find it very relaxing, if you're not going 100 miles per hour. Unfortunately, the rink is running out of money to keep it refrigerated all the time. This means you can't go skating when its not below freezing, which is really sad.
I strongly recommend going to Lake Placid for it's beauty, elegance and general feeling of 'we can do this, this, this and that today' . You won't get bored very easily in this little town.
Life lesson:
Sometimes fun is worth an eight hour drive.
For those who don't know, Lake Placid hosted the Winter Olympic games in both 1932 and 1980. The people in Lake Placid say that Lake Placid is 'The winter sport capital of the world' and I believe them. Not only does it have alpine sports facilities (such as skiing, snowboarding, etc.) but but it also has things like a 400m speed skating track and a bobsled run. If you ever go there, bobsledding is something that you absolutely must do. Here's why:
While you are in the waiting room, they show you videos of all the times people have fallen off their sleds and broken their arms and such. It's pretty scary. Eventually, they call your number and you go outside to be taken to the start of the run. You get there and they put a helmet on you. While waiting for the bobsled to arrive you see other people take off and disappear. Finally you go outside and seat yourself in the bobsled, holding on for dear life to the straps on the side. You suddenly see out of the corner of your eye someone pushing on the sled, then jumping in. You don't see much because you're clinging on to your mom's blue jacket. Boy do you feel it though. It feels as if your on a roller coaster but better. Without all those horrible drops. Instead it feels like you're going a hundred miles an hour and there's no certainty that you won't fly off the track (as was shown in one of the videos).
If you are someone who is attracted to pretty whiteness and views, Mt. Whiteface is the perfect place for you. With the peek over 3430 ft high, the mountain literally shines with beauty (the snow reflects the sun's rays making it look magical). When I was up there I would constantly stop to look and appreciate the grace of this Olympic mountain. All this beauty -- and the trails are fantastic too. There are many runs for beginners and experts and the intermediate alpine sporters.
The other thing I really enjoyed was skating on the long track. Speed skating feels very strange after you've been skiing the whole day, but still incredibly fun. Speed skating is where you skate really fast on skates that have really long blades. You also have to sit extremely low. I find it very relaxing, if you're not going 100 miles per hour. Unfortunately, the rink is running out of money to keep it refrigerated all the time. This means you can't go skating when its not below freezing, which is really sad.
I strongly recommend going to Lake Placid for it's beauty, elegance and general feeling of 'we can do this, this, this and that today' . You won't get bored very easily in this little town.
Life lesson:
Sometimes fun is worth an eight hour drive.
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