It was a Sunday morning. No, that's not true. It was THE Sunday morning. It was time for my golf tournament. As usual, just like in every competition, the 7 o'clock sky was a dark, cloudy sky with faint traces of blue etched everywhere. I breathed in deep and shuddered as the winter air stung my nose and hurt my lungs. The air was freezing, penetrating through the group of eager golfers, who were chattering and chortling all the while. Despite the cold, it was well-known that in a time of a few hours, everyone would be soaked in their sweat with the sun glowering down on the small course. After playing for so long, the initial fear and apprehension that I had felt on my first time at a golf course was now reduced to some slight nervousness. I had even made my own morning routine before every competition, so that I would have no fear or nervousness when I went to the tournament. Yet, I was still nervous. The taste of my drink still lasted in my mouth. I had checked to see who was in my group and despite not realizing it at that time, I was going to have to play my best to escape losing. I was playing with my friend Jett. He was a fairly good golfer. He could deliver accurate and powerful shots. Despite this, I knew that I had to try my best. The first tee came into sight. People wished me luck. I was to tee-off before Jett. I put on my glove, enjoying its solid feel. I grabbed my driver and after a few practice swings. I drove my ball into the middle of the fairway. Jett did the same minutes later. And then, we were off, each person eager for victory. It was time for a showdown.
Tuesday, December 2, 2014
Creamed Ice - Angie
"Angie!" My loving aunt called out, "It's ready! Come and get your ice cream!"
Lying on the soft, maroon duvet cover, I got up and walked to the granite kitchen counter. "Okay darling. Here's your ice cream." She used her ice cream spoon to pick up the frozen treat sitting on the metal bowl. She scooped one and gave it to me. It was now mine. I walked back to the brown leather sofa and opened my mouth, ready for the ice cream, which was half reddish-pink in colour, and half was cream-coloured and smelled like vanilla. I assumed it was vanilla. I ate the ice cream slowly, to get the taste of the two fresh homemade ice creams. Taking a bite, I can taste the sweet, soft smell of fresh vanilla picked from the garden. It melted in my mouth, and I can no longer focus on the TV show. It melted in my mouth, and the sweet, sugary, milky ice disappeared within the bite. I can taste the fresh cream on the spoon, skimmed with milk and sweet, sweet sugar. Anticipating, I then took a bite on the reddish-pink frozen ice. I didn't know what it was, but all I know is that the sweet taste of the ice cream was more than tempting. The sweet syrup, mixed well with the what was now - sorbet, melted on my tongue along with the sweet-and-sour red ice. Is this raspberry? It feels as if I can almost smell the raspberry, carefully mixed in with the vanilla and the syrup.
No, I did not devour a delicacy, nor an expensive treat, but my aunt's all-american homemade vanilla and raspberry ice cream sorbet.
My Experience in the Choir Camp Pou
Choir Camp huh? Ok Lets start from the beginning. Getting in the bus, I smelled the smells of chips, soda, and seasoning. It is a very long time until I get to smell these food and get to taste them in my mouth while playing around with my friends. The bus starts rumbling like a chainsaw and then we are off to our journey to the camp. While we were on the bus I saw cars rushing ahead of us and stoping at a red light. I can hear my friends laughing and playing games (Not computer games) all around. Then I decided to take a nap until we arrive at our destination. When we arrive at our destination, we walked down from the huge beast and we closed our eyes when we reached sunlight.
Finding our luggage and locating our rooms. After reaching our room, we dropped all our bags and belongings and dove into our beds. Nothing like a good nap we said. But that was not we were suppose to do, 5 mins later a teacher came knocking on our doors and telling us to go to the rehearsal room now. This was the first day and we arrived at 5:00 nearly 6:00, still we need to go practice singing. There was no rest for singers, everything needs to be perfect, our minds remembering our scripts, our neck containing our lovely sounds and most importantly our smiles to the audience and showing our awesome gesture to them. When we reach the rehearsal room, there were about 50 people waiting for us being late but never mind we started practicing anyway. Tired, hungry, thirsty, but we were nor allowed to stop. When we finish we got to go to the dining room and have a huge, yummy, breath taking, FEAST!!!!.
Finding our luggage and locating our rooms. After reaching our room, we dropped all our bags and belongings and dove into our beds. Nothing like a good nap we said. But that was not we were suppose to do, 5 mins later a teacher came knocking on our doors and telling us to go to the rehearsal room now. This was the first day and we arrived at 5:00 nearly 6:00, still we need to go practice singing. There was no rest for singers, everything needs to be perfect, our minds remembering our scripts, our neck containing our lovely sounds and most importantly our smiles to the audience and showing our awesome gesture to them. When we reach the rehearsal room, there were about 50 people waiting for us being late but never mind we started practicing anyway. Tired, hungry, thirsty, but we were nor allowed to stop. When we finish we got to go to the dining room and have a huge, yummy, breath taking, FEAST!!!!.
Monday, December 1, 2014
Memory that I have (Mue)
The best moment that I can remember in my life is when I got my Play Station 4 as my birthday present. I know its a very late present, my birthday is in June but I got it in December, but I do not really care as long as I liked it, which obviously I do, and many games that I liked are playable on it, which obviously it does. I am really happy that day, and immediately unboxed it the moment I arrived home. It was a lot nicer than my old and crappy Wii which I have it for almost 8 years. I was intrigued. It was exquisite in every way. And I still remember the very first game I played on it, and it is a very fun game that I played for so long time.
Pain on the road....... Emma
It was 5:30 in the afternoon, when the sun was setting beautifully in the horizon. I was on my bike, and i was 12 years old. I was racing home from the park with my sitter running behind. I was going to make a left turn when i hurt an engine running from the direction i was going. It was a bit dark so i couldn't really see it. I saw a pair of yellow bright lights looking staring at me like the golden eyes of an american eagle. It was glowing brighter and brighter and it got closer and closer, then it got louder.
Then before i knew it, i wasn't on my bike anymore. When i opened my eyes, above i stared at the pipes and the steam coming out of the engine of the vehicle. Beneath me , i felt the hard and rough road, with little bumps. I look to my right and saw my bike smashed on the ground beside me. Then i look to my left, and saw a red liquid flowing on the ground as i felt a painful sting in my left arm. Then i realised, i was under the white car, as i lay there with my eyes open staring above, in shock.
I didn't know what to do, then a second later, my sitter pulled me out from under the car. My school uniform was covered in red liquid i realised was blood. I look at the deep cut from my hand to my elbow on my left arm. and a huge bruise and a cut by my ribs. My sitter helped me limp back to the house as we explained to my horrid mother what had happened. I was forced to sit on the counter in the kitchen as my mother dabs a cotton swab soaked in liquid from the aid box on my deep wound. Tears ran down my face, one after another as pain ran through my whole body. And from that moment on, i was troubled from that day on, until now
Then before i knew it, i wasn't on my bike anymore. When i opened my eyes, above i stared at the pipes and the steam coming out of the engine of the vehicle. Beneath me , i felt the hard and rough road, with little bumps. I look to my right and saw my bike smashed on the ground beside me. Then i look to my left, and saw a red liquid flowing on the ground as i felt a painful sting in my left arm. Then i realised, i was under the white car, as i lay there with my eyes open staring above, in shock.
I didn't know what to do, then a second later, my sitter pulled me out from under the car. My school uniform was covered in red liquid i realised was blood. I look at the deep cut from my hand to my elbow on my left arm. and a huge bruise and a cut by my ribs. My sitter helped me limp back to the house as we explained to my horrid mother what had happened. I was forced to sit on the counter in the kitchen as my mother dabs a cotton swab soaked in liquid from the aid box on my deep wound. Tears ran down my face, one after another as pain ran through my whole body. And from that moment on, i was troubled from that day on, until now
Cyber Bully Memory
Black letters flashing across the screen, launching an attack of rumors and insults. I gasped for a breeze between my sobs. Tears from my moist eyes streamed down my cheeks. I wouldn't blame anyone, I've been a bully and being bullied. This is all past, and hasn't really affected who I am right now. When I was a kid, couples of years ago, I always find excuses to come to school. I hated this place, it's the place where I feel alone, left out, and bullied. I was new to this school, a group of people I don't even know, or I don't even bother to know, started looking at me like I'm someone who doesn't belong here. I would go home everyday sitting on my bed and crying until my eyes turned red. Everyday I tried to get along with people and tried to ignore people who would make fun and harass me. In the end, I found a friend who's willing to accept me even with my flaws, I learn to ignore what they say and stuff, I guess it made me stronger.
Baking a Cake with my Mom
It was around 1:00 PM in the afternoon when my mother and I decided to bake a cake. We took out all the ingredients and tools and lined them up so when we needed to use them we would be able to easily grab it. My mom then did as she always did she put in some flour and water into a bowl and stirred them to make dough, the sound a an eggshell crack surprised me out of my wonder "Mommy what are you doing?" I asked. "Well Hannah, I'm baking a cake want to help me?" I nodded vigorously I helped her stir the mixture and add the vanilla essence in. I remember that it was really fun. After a while when we finished preparing the mixture my mom asked me if I wanted to try some of course as expected I accepted and she took out the spatula which she used to stir the mixture out and gave it to me. I took my finger and smeared some of the dough onto my hand it felt cold and slimy after I took out my finger and tasted the dough, my face brightened up and my mom gave me a really beautiful smile "How does it taste like?" "It tasted really yummy! Mommy!". We then poured the mixture in to a mold and put it in the heated oven to bake. When the cake was done and my mom took it out the first thing that hit me was the smell. It smelled very good and it made me want to eat it, I remember asking my mom but she said no because we would have to share it. The cake was very delicious and my whole family had it for dessert that day.
Sleep is for the weak-Harry
I think I had this memory of me sleeping late every day and come to school half awake. I felt tired and my head felt like a heavy brick is tied to me dragging me down. I remember I was day dreaming and starring at the beautiful window while Mr. Robert is explaining about linear equations. When Mr. Robert called me out to solve the equation, I didn't know what to do so I just made a stoic face. My brain is empty like a jar without cookies, there's nothing in it. After I got home from the tiring day, I wish to quickly do my homework so I can get some nice relaxing sleep. I've done my homework at about 20:30 and I'll have plenty of time for sleep so tomorrow I'll be energetic and ready to learn. But something agitated me. The small device called "smart phone" will probably make me have fun before I sleep. It will take only about 30 minutes or so, that shouldn't be a problem. I had fun for 30 minutes so now its 21:00, maybe I should stop after this 3 minute video. Wait a second, that's the new Iggy song! And so I kept on playing without stop until I realize that I have less than 7 hours of sleep. As I lay on the bed I immediately fainted on the bed, and the soft pillow kissed me. The next morning I woke up and I still feel like crap. And let the sleepy cycle begin.
My spine-chilling Memory
I have this memory of me in a big mall surrounded by thousands people full of strangers. I was separated from my family because of this old man who needed help to cross the road. As I looked around to find family this crazy(mentally ill) women stole something from a shop and started laughing and screaming. I was there as hearing this female shouting spell live backward continuously as the guards took her down the escalator. The freshly baked muffins tingled my senses away as the loud drums bursted loudly creating noises that hurted my ear . I fell to the floor feeling the cold floor right next to my head. People surrounded as I cried. In one of those people was my mom who picked me up and ...
I actually don't know what happened after that it was wierd
I actually don't know what happened after that it was wierd
The pain that I remembered Louis
After picking up the table tennis ball, I stand quietly and noticed the pain that rushed into my head. Suddenly, I realize that my head just crack with the fire extinguisher box. Pain slowly to reveal itself but I didn't notice until I can feel the taste of blood coming out of the crack. I panicked, blood started to flow onto my rough forehead. People started to inform me about the blood slowly pour itself onto my face bit by bit. The smell of the blood clearly flew into my nose so I quickly walk to the clinic. The pain on my head started to become clearer and clearer because I can feel the pain in the head, where I feel so dizzy and hurt. I did also see the stream of blood that slipped down and touched my forehead. Few minutes later the crack finally clearly reveal the pain to me and I felt like the whole land is being put on my head. The nurse told me to recover it by using ice so that the blood will slowly cooled down itself but blood still continue to percolate through my hair and glide continuously onto my face. The pain didn't stop and I felt like being tortured so the nurse called the ambulance. Few minutes passed by, the ambulance came and rushed me to the hospital. I can hear the sound of siren that struck into my ear drums and the pattern of the sound clearly stuck in my mind. When I reached the doctor, I felt like the whole entire land that's on my head just dropped onto the ground. The pain is being alleviated.
Jetts Memories- Golf Tournament
A Sunday morning started and I was ready to start a game of golf. The air was cold. And my body was shaking when the wind blew me away when I was practicing my golf swing. I was hitting the ball solid and straight. When I touched my grip of a nine iron and the taste of the water that I was drinking when I get nervous. The sky was a blueish color of the morning rise. The sun wasn't up. I could hear the the chickens calling for the people to wake up every morning. When I finished my golfing routine, I drove with my dad to the golf course ready for a good tournament. He said to have fun and do your best when I'm out with my group and the only person I could rely on was Tony. We played tournaments together when we were little and this day was when I get to play with him.
When it was our groups turn to hit the ball. My hands were shaking. I went last in my group. Tony hit a straight drive onto the middle of the fairway. When it was my turn, I place the ball onto the tee and started my routine. When I was about to hit the ball my hands were shaking. I could feel my heart beating louder and louder each second. I finally hot the ball. It went father then Tony's ball just a yard further onto the fairway. My dad wished me luck and we were on our way to win the tournament.
When it was our groups turn to hit the ball. My hands were shaking. I went last in my group. Tony hit a straight drive onto the middle of the fairway. When it was my turn, I place the ball onto the tee and started my routine. When I was about to hit the ball my hands were shaking. I could feel my heart beating louder and louder each second. I finally hot the ball. It went father then Tony's ball just a yard further onto the fairway. My dad wished me luck and we were on our way to win the tournament.
The Exquisite Honey Toast
It was a Friday night waiting in line at a desert cafe called After you. The smell of honey, sugar and icing filled the air. I was waiting impatiently as the line grew shorter, my excitement got stronger. I looked around, watching the big buttery sugared bread and as the person releasing honey onto it. The sound of munching and satisfaction, finally it was my turn. I was drooling at the table thinking, looking and smelling what was about to come. I took the first bite and felt the crispy buttery honeyry bread along with a spoon of ice cream. It was heaven. I finished the gigantic piece of toast and didn't feel like eating it anymore tonight but I never regretted to have devoured that exquisite toast.
School day - Kwan
It was a usual day in school; the bell rang ringing my eardrums as everyone thundered through the exit doorway. The smell of friendship oozed from the usual table in the canteen. I went over to sit hearing a whole lot of chatter from the other tables in the canteen giving off a similar feel of the tweeting of birds under the canopy. Then, I sense the smell of home made bread from one of the friends in the group. She handed one to me; I thanked her and bit into the fresh bread filled with a feeling of care, the taste of red bean and- what? Something white was in the filling too soft and sweet: white chocolate. The bread filled my heart with gentle sweetness and love as I got ready for my next class, pumped up with energy.
The memory of victory in badminton (Teetat)
On Saturday it was the day for RIS and me. We had a badminton tournament. Each school battle fiercely to go to the semi finals, finals, then champions. Each school fight with all their might to win this battle. They push the gear forward and never push it back, they fight and fight until the match ends. Every school fight with dignity and fairness, not a single person cheated. When it times for the semi final, every school push even harder to get to the top for the best badminton players. After the finals are finish we shake hand and enjoy the wonderful tournament. The result were fantastic, because RIS got gold medals. We also cheer the school who didn't get medals, and made friend. This memory is the best for me, and it made me learn something, which is that sport make friends, and sport make sportsmanship. It was fun and totally worth for remembering it for my whole entire life.....
Dew's Memory
I remembered when I was eight years old, I went to HuaHin with my family, it was my first time but not for other people. I was so happy that I couldn't wait to reach the place, I think to myself that if I got there it must be afternoon already because already the sun had started it's rotation and was covered by an enormous fluffy cloud. As we reach the place, I was so excited and I could see all the sea curling around with no endings. At that moment the sea was really fresh and clear that I can see through the water and see the colorful tiny fishes winkling its' tail up and down. I quickly tell my driver to stop the car and drop me near the shore first. As I jumped off the car taking a deep breath, the smell of salty crooking pieces of sand went into my nose. Arr choo! My nose hurts. Then I take off the shoes and went deeper to touch the cool glistering water. As I remembered when I closely stepped my toes closer to feel the water I could hear the cracking of sharp crystal beneath my toes. I peaked down and see a minimize giraffe facing downward. Actually it was a giraffe's patterned shell. I was surprised and by the time the sun lower it's power and flashy disappeared.
Wednesday, November 26, 2014
Free World
American president took his seat in the middle of the whole group. The conference hall with cream carpeted walls shone bright as hot daylight hit it. The sun was bright and Nuclear Power was at its last day. American President launched his Nuclear Missile on all the counties represented in seminar. The countries also shot their nuclear power against USA. At the last moment Mr. President stopped it. Every also stopped and we entered the free world. The missiles fell to the ocean and busted as they hit the sea bed. This was the story of the free world said the teacher to the kids seated and the soft blue carpet in the chilling room. Any question asked the teacher but no reply came from the 5 year old children as they stood up. Most of them were white but some were black but no one actually cared because there was no discrimination by any color. I saw the kids walk out from the red bricked old school with faces full of smiles, hands full cottan candy. I gazed at them as they walked toward their cars and drove of to different direction. There was no smell as fuel was banned. Solar energy was the most used energy in the super continent of Ulima Pangaea(Science Alert).
Teetat Utopia
It was a bright sunny day, the school was full fill with happiness that never ends. It is the dream where kids all OVER the world want to come. Then one day a dark stormy wind fill with sadness and destruction, destroy the school of happiness completely. The air was fill with pain, sadness, and darkness. Kid all over the world including the homeless crying in this deep deep madness. The storm completely destroy everything including the city, school, houses, even THE WHOLE COUNTRY! No one right now barely survive except kids, this is because they were hiding. Everybody.......dreams.....got parish into the darkness.......
My Utopian Society ( The land of Peace and Happiness) - Emma
One fine winter morning came as the reflective sun shone bright, and the birds chirping the harmony of the day. I sat up on my bed watching the glow of the window pane, and the serene snowflakes falling from the luscious trees. I got up from my bed, as i walked through my room, my feet feeling delighted after stepping on the red-wood floor boards the colour of cranberries. As i did my normal every day morning routine i went down the soft snow carpet of the stairs, when i reached the front door draped with shining christmas fairy lights. I put on my fur coat, slid on my red- velvet Uggs and step out of the front door into the morning light. I walked through the park near by, where the children played and laughed with little chortles on the swings, wearing little boots and bright colourful coats, keeping them warm from the beautiful coldness. All the trees were draped with fairy lights and baubles as they hang loosely from the tree-top branches. Mistletoes hang from the trees as the romance filled the air that intrigues me. Little bits of pure white snow is falling gracefully on to my hood as the cold shiver ran down my spine, feeling the happiness of the community as it sinks in. My eye caught on a beautiful crystal snowflake as i watched it falling from the beautiful christmas themed sky. Then i realised, that my life could not get any better, because this is the perfect life anyone could ever have, no complicated situations with everyone smiling, playing and laughing as the snow fell lightly on the wonderful morning of christmas eve.
Hannah's Utopian Society
The air was fresh and the water crystal clear: the smell off the ocean, salty and refreshing. I sat down on the beach relaxing to the morning breeze. Sounds of children laughing and competing, sounds of the water splashing around. The taste of strawberries filled my mouth a delicious, chewy, and freezing drink. When I close my eyes there were sounds of bustling and talking. Here no one had fear no one experienced fear. The sound of music laying resonated with my soul. My eyes were transfixed on the serene ocean and everything felt surreal. I have always felt a connection with water it always brought out my true emotions. A wave of nostalgia hit me it reminded me of those times when I was a kid and was always so reckless and came back all muddy but always with a smile. A little boy not over 5 yrs old surprised me out of my thoughts he gave me a exquisite flower that he probably got from the park only 2 kilometers away, it contained beautiful variety of flowers, different species of animals, and a shop for snacks. This is my perfect home.
My Utopia ~Jo
My utopia is a quiet silent place filled with comfort where time skips. It is an exquisite place to be and a place to refill our dreams. It is a place where chastisement doesn't exist. It is a place of thinking back on our mistakes, a place that smells of lavender a place that alleviates anger and sadness. It is an innate place filled with incredulous thoughts. It is a place where people can pensive and reflect upon days and more days to come. If you are intrigued to find that place then go to that place and don't forget your blanket. (its my bed)
Utopia Setting (Mue)
It was noon of the hottest summer of the year 3210 in this Utopian society. Few people are on the streets, while most people are in their houses in air-conditioned comfort. We placed our orders for our food and, within minute, the food came from the tube to our house. Everything is perfect, fast and convenient. We work from home, without having to go out of the house, and we order things and get them in minutes. We are living an exquisite dream. People stay healthy, exercise everyday. And there is nothing called pollution, because there are no cars and people keep calm, be nice, and not clamor to each other. Rules are very strict, and if you jeer at other people, you are against the law and might be sent to jail. The place is not complicated, not an abject misery. The place is simple, and straightforward.
Louis Utopia
Utopia
The varieties smell of food started to inspire and enjoy me. I feel grateful and thankful to the leader that he celebrate the end of each month with a joyful buffet. Life is such immortal, where nothing is irreparable. Each of the house will has at least one medication machine where it will cure and alleviate the pain. Life is complex and there's no point to be apprehensive. Every morning, I can touch and feel the freshness that run through my body. Many people started to emigrate into our community but sadly you need to reach requirements to be able to emigrate in and have a wonderful life. Looking through the window, I see the exquisite sight of the sea, where I can reach the horizontal with my mind. I remembered the sound of water rush into the shore and scour the rocks. We are under the leader's protection, where planes are not allow to rush over the community without permissions. I can feel the luckiness inside my thoughts and I'm sure that everyone has that feeling too. Not every community will be able to give free education, free food, varies of protection and more wonderful things. People that live in here will not have poverty and will be able to find a job easily. The thoughts of moving away from this community is no where to be found in each of the community's members. There are no accidents and death rate but each day, the population increased by 10. 10 babies will born each day. This place is just too wonderful to be true.
Tuesday, November 25, 2014
My Utopian Society
To have a perfect world would depend on your definition of perfection. The perfect world is defined as a place where people accepted each other regardless of color of skin, where people could live in peace without fear, where there is no war, no hunger, no poverty. My utopia would be someplace where everyone has a job, a place to live, and food to eat. Utopia would be a place where no harm was done to others, where money was not used, where sharing and caring was a big thing. A place where cancer did not exist and people of all colors and race would live together. Where religion did not lead to greed and war. A place where no one looks out for their own interests, but instead everyone looks out for the interests of others.
The Amazing Utopia
The world that a lot of people have been dreaming of is the world where everyone is smiling. The world without blood, conflict and war will make all of us cheerful. I wish a world for when I wake up, the transfixed sunlight will shine at me and I am fresh and excitedly ready for school. Also I would like a world where no one gloats or brag because it's not cool. No one will do anything to try to hurt or harm us. No one in the world will have to sleep hungry and eat frugally. I really hope that this will be real someday and I am not being sarcastic. If this world really did exist then no one have to feel bereaved or any bad feeling that they don't deserve. As I walk down the street I greet my neighbors joyfully and they greeted back.
Utopian Society - Tony
2500, Utopian City:
A cool wind swept through the calm, quiet village, stirring up the autumn leaves on the ground. It was nearly winter now, and the weather was perfect for an early morning walk. On the sidewalks, joggers enjoyed their morning run while dogs and their owners enjoyed a game of frisbee in park. It was just the ordinary morning routine for civilisation. Birds chirped from the giant trees above the houses rhythmically. The sky was clear blue, not a single cloud in sight. The air was fresh, clean and pure. Towering over the village, the modern, luxurious and multi-billion dollar skyscrapers reminded everyone of the marvels mankind's engineering could create at its most perfect, the metropolis itself resonating with perfection. To anyone in the past century, it would've been a perfect day, too perfect. But ever since the massive advances in science and technology had caused a breakthrough almost eighty years ago, every day was a perfect day, where no war, terrorism or even crime existed anymore. The sky was always clear blue, the skyscrapers always resonating with power and wealth, the people always happy. No poverty, no hunger, no sadness. The "Perfect Age" had truly come. And it was always going to stay. Always.
Utopian society by Kwan
The sweet scent of air filled the world of green. Emotions floating all over as if you could touch them but would eventually melt like snow. The wind rustling through my hair as I walk in the street. The concrete felt cushion soft under my feet as people walk by saying hello or good morning at strangers on the road. Here, people are complementing each other as an every day habit. Each sentence filled the ears of the one complemented. Each and everyone passed by giving off an aura that can light up everyone else's. Even so, there are always some fails and horrible incidents which makes the whole city icy cold. When the chill comes, it shakes my heart so badly, but no sorrow can break into the people here. When the chills come, the torch of each house would eventually warm up our hearts in a blink of an eye. The torch was meant to melt away the ice that might isolate people from socialization resulting only loneliness and despair of their failure or loss. When all that was prevented, it makes a perfect place to live like no other.
Jetts Utopian Soceity
This place was set in the future the untold story of what is going to happen to communities now. The wind blown. The birds cheered. No body was violent. And no body was wretched. The community was peaceful, quite and joyful. The trees swayed with the wind and the houses were quite. No body shouted, screamed or did anything bad. The community was always like this. There were rules. Not regular rule that a city has, but there were strict rules when entering the community. You were not allowed to chew gum, drink alcohol, littler, smoke, or do anything that would ruin the environment. You can't kill, shout, scream. Everything is always under control. If people didn't obey the laws they would get sent to another community. Far away from the society.
Everything was very exquisite the way thing were. People would go shopping and stay in their homes. Every Friday there would be a ceremony with the people to gather around and share there thoughts with others, There would be music. Not the music that we hear today. But the music was always slow, sad kind of music. There were children at the ceremony. They would always get in trouble with their parents. Their parents aren't their actual parents but they were their foster parents who got assigned a job from the mayor of the community. If the parents didn't follow orders then they would be confiscated to leave the community and go far away. If anyone accused the society then they would be in trouble.
Everyone has their very own unique fingerprint. That mean that out of the seven billion people in the world, you are the only one with that fingerprint. The community collects the fingerprints and scans them onto a very big list of codes from your finger print. They do this so that they know who is in the community. Everyone in the community is everyone's friend. They would take their buddies to the restaurant sometimes and eat. Everything is under control and one special guy is watching you everyday.
My Utopia Pou
Such a beautiful place this is, no killing, no violence. Everything was perfect and exquisite here: everyone have the right to choose and not get treated like slaves, there is nothing called pollution here or cutting down trees and not growing them back. All the people that live here all have a smile on their faces and had good behaviors such as they will not put people down they will only pull people up if anyone have any trouble. The people that make mistakes will not receive chastisement or clamored at, they will get another chance to fix what they have done wrong. There are dinosaurs and mythical creatures roaming around but will not eat or kill anyone. Such perfect, living in this utopian world will not make me want to ever go back to the normal we use to live in. No acid rain or any natural disasters. Why can't people create this kind of world instead of having war and fight against each other? I will live in this kind of world where there are good people and exquisite environment, I will be the happiest person ever.
Dew Utopia
It was morning, and I'm standing where there are birds everywhere. The sky was fresh and plain with a red rounded circle making a shadow of me. I started to fill the space around and sweet my mouth with fruits. Fruits piled up like a bunch of leaves falling down to the ground. I grabbed it. I could feel crispy and cold in my tongue raised up a sharp aroma through my nose as I breathe. Now my nose was fresh and I felt like a group of cloud went passed into my nose.
Thursday, November 6, 2014
Who is Thomas Hobbes? (Teetat)
Thomas Hobbes was born on April 5, 1588 and died on December 4, 1679. Thomas Hobbes is a English Philosopher in the 17th century. He wrote a book call Leviathan which is the most popular book he had wrote. He believe that human are selfish creatures who would do anything to better their position. When he was 14 years old he went to Magdalen Hall in Oxford to study, already an excellent student of Latin and Greek. He left Oxford in 1608, and became the private tutor for the eldest son of Lord Cavendish of Hardwick (later known as the Earl of Devonshire). He traveled with his pupil in 1610 to France, Italy, and Germany. He then went to London to continue his studies, where he met other leading scholars like Francis Bacon, Herbert of Cherbury, and Ben Johnson.
Wednesday, November 5, 2014
Why is personal identity important? Poon
Why is personal identity important?
Personal identity is important and should be value. Everyone should have different identity ,should have freedom to think. No one should force to have same identity as other ,it would be very uncomfortable to be some who you are not. If everyone have same identity thinking the same way our world wouldn’t be like now a day. We wouldn’t have technology like phone ,computer ,internet etc.
Louis Identity
Why is personal identity important? What is the value of having differences?
If everyone in the world has the same identity, they will have the same thinking, looking, feeling and acting. There will be no arguments or disagreements between people because everyone is thinking the same thing. If everyone has the same face, height, weight and more outer identities, there will be a huge mess because everyone will look the same and traveling through different nations will be very hard. Your identity will shape the person you are. Your personal identity is very important because that shapes your feeling, action and thinking to be different from other people. By having many different identity, people will have more varieties to understand many kinds of people and everyone won’t have the same similarities of identity. Everyone has different identity and that’s helping the world to contain with different kinds of thinking and feeling.
Having Your Own Identity-Kwan
Why is personal identity important? What is the value of having differences?
Imagine if everyone had the same name, age, and same face. If everyone’s identity was the same, there would be only one kind of thinking and only one way of doing things; meaning there will be no arguments in this world. Even if there are no arguments, we should still be different because if everyone was the same, there is no need to talk to each other, and the world would be very confused. If anyone was going overseas, there wouldn’t even be need to have a passport; in fact, there wouldn’t be any countries and speaking only one language. When everyone is different, there can be jobs, countries, men, and women in this world. When there is identity, you can make friends and get to know new people, you get to talk to others, and learn new ways to do new things which are easier and better than before. If there was only one identity, there are no new ideas and human beings are going to go extinct because there is only one gender(no reproduction unless everyone was to be hermaphrodites).
Tuesday, November 4, 2014
Why is personal identity important? -Dew
Why is personal identity important? What is the value of having differences?
Personal identity is important because it makes you what you are and not the same as other. You can have freedom and be what you want to be. You have your own thinking to do things. If people were having the same identity it might be boring and the environment and things around us would be the same and nothing will be developed. Having personal identity is good because people can have their own ideas and do things differently and it’s not going to be boring.
The values of having differences is that you can know who they are and how you will know them is by their identity that describes them.
Harry identity
Often people question about their own identity. But I don’t have to question anything because I know myself more than anyone else. I like being myself because I do what I want and I am proud to be myself. I like being sleepy, it gives me a calm and cool character and I think that is a good thing. Second, I love my brothers/sister because they are the nicest people to me! I love to spend time with them because I just love it. I also like to get on the computer, from the computer I can explore so many things. From all of this, this is how people recognize me, this is how people remember me.
Why is Personal Identity important? (Angie)
Why is personal identity important?
Original Question: Why is personal identity important? What is the value of having differences?
Identity is important because identity is who the person is, and it is what makes that person different from other people. Identity makes no two people exactly the same in everything, not even so-called identical twins that would look the same. It makes us a one-of-a-kind to a group of people that have similar interests. If different personal identity doesn't exist, the world would just have robots that think the same. Besides, there wouldn't be new ideas that come together for inventions, because everyone thinks the same. There wouldn't be creativity or anything new. Our personal identity gives our interests, and our interests affect our ideas and what we want.
Original Question: Why is personal identity important? What is the value of having differences?
Identity is important because identity is who the person is, and it is what makes that person different from other people. Identity makes no two people exactly the same in everything, not even so-called identical twins that would look the same. It makes us a one-of-a-kind to a group of people that have similar interests. If different personal identity doesn't exist, the world would just have robots that think the same. Besides, there wouldn't be new ideas that come together for inventions, because everyone thinks the same. There wouldn't be creativity or anything new. Our personal identity gives our interests, and our interests affect our ideas and what we want.
Why is Identity Important? -Hannah
"Why is personal identity important? What is the value of having differences?"
I that personal identity is important because it is something that only we have. No two people are a like and the reason for that is because of your identity even identical twins are different they may look the same but they are different. If know one on this world has their identity everybody will be the same and the world would be really boring everyone will dress the same look the same and that is boring. It is good when people are different because they are unique only one of them in this world doesn't that just make you feel special “You are the only one like you.” Having differences means that you can have friends family and true relationships built over your experiences, memories and the most important your personality.Why is identity important? -Tony
Why is personal identity important? What is the value of having differences?
Personal identity is what differentiates you from other people. There are many things that alter and affect your identity. For example, your physical appearance is what makes you different from others. Everyone is not identical. Even twins don’t have the exact same physical appearances, much less the same way of thinking.So that is why personal identity is important. Without any differences, Earth would just be full of clones who have the same behaviour, same thoughts and same looks. There would be no differences, no conflicting thoughts, no debating. There would only be a dull world where everything was identical. Personal identity is important because it:
- Differentiates you because of your physical looks such as your facial features.
- Differentiates you because of your behaviour, your logic, your reasoning, etc.
- Prevents two people from being identical.
Why is personal identity important?
Answer: Personal Identity is important because firstly, no body in he world is the same and everybody has different identity. It is important to have personal identity so people know what kind of person you are. People can trust you with personal identity because they know what kind of person you are. It is better for citizens to have good identity than to have bad identity over the world.
Teetat: Why is personal identity important?
Answer: It important because people can know what kind of people you are and can you be trusted. It different on having good identity and bad identity, because if you have good identity then people like/love you more than people who have bad identity.
Jo Unit essential question on Identity
Unit Essential Question:
Answer the following question in a well-constructed paragraph with three or more clear supporting examples:
Why is personal identity important? What is the value of having differences?
I think that personal identity is important because first of all, no one really have the same identity whether it is inner or outer identity and suppose if someone forces you to be someone else, you would feel uncomfortable like acting a play which is not true to yourself, and also if everyone have the same identity, both outer and inner, we wouldn’t know who is who and everyone will basically be the same obviously so that is why I think that having a personal Identity is important and it is a good thing that everyone should have their own identities.
Tuesday, October 28, 2014
B Day writing (Dew)
It was December and
the cold wind blows through my skin and reaches the heart. The smoky sky full
with a crystal snowflake, dancing around the air till it hits the ground. It was a
perilously enormous exquisite house builds up near the sharp
pointy edge of the mountain. It was me
and my puppy's house. I and my puppy usually go outside, running together
during the summer, but now it is winter which we didn't go outside and play.
One day when I was asleep,
my dog hid from me and ran away out of the house. When I woke up I seek through
the window near my bedroom and saw my puppy outside the house in the middle of
the glassy slippery ice squeaking for help. I was stoic for few minutes
and didn't know what to do. Suddenly, I clamored for help. But it was
too late, my dog had passed away sadly. I’m abject after a while. My happiness
life is the antithesis of the sadness has started. It will take me for a while of bereavement
to irreparable my life, I thought to myself.
Doctor, Surgeon (Bday writing!)
She walked into the house. It was a house of her own, she had bought it six years ago the day right after she graduated from medical school. Her house was a fine-carved victorian-style mansion made of marble. As you can tell, she is a doctor and a (perilous) surgeon. Being the surgeon she is, she would be perilous and take her dead ancestors from their grave and operate on them. All her money was gone, so she lived very, very cheaply. Instead of hiring a maid, she would let spiderwebs grow on the dark corners of the walls. Instead of owning new polished iron tools, she would buy old, rusty needles and knives from the second-hand shop. Every single day after work at the nearby hospital, she would go back to her house in front of the oak forest, race upstairs to the room beside where she "drifts to dreams" and begin cutting. Today was a new day. She would use her repertoire. She put on her mask, her gloves, and took the rusty, bloody utensils and began cutting her *dead patient prudently. Blood spill. Maroon drips of the rusty-smelling blood was spilling and the organs were "sick". She cut and cut, and she found new copious treasures to study about.
It was 8 PM. She was tired. Tired of all the rust, the smell, the pain, the incredulous blood. She needed to prepare her tools and her "doctors bag" for tomorrow. She prudently stuffed her papers in her bag and began walking up the marble stairs. Then, she heard the sound of dripping water. Dripping continuously. The mansion was big, but it was extremely quiet. You could hear her breathing at that time. Dripping water. She remembered she turned off her tap water in the morning. She ran up to find that blood was flowing from the surgeon room. She opened the door. The smell of rusty blood filled the room. The blood came from the tiled floor to the carpet on the second floor. She went to the bathroom to get tissues. When she walked in, she saw a broken mirror on the floor and blood all over the bathtub. "I must be seeing things." She whispered. But, she wasn't. She felt like she had shouted a clamor, the mansion was so quiet. She felt her forehead to check if she was sufferring from an illness. No, no illness. She turned the tap water on to leave tap water running hurriedly to clean the blood on the bathtub. She then went to clean the blood from the surgeon room. When she looked up, the patient was gone, leaving blood and a surreal beating heart on the surgeon's stool. She screamed. Bloody hands and knives in her pockets, she ran to the front door of her house. 10 PM. It was dark. Why did time run so quickly? She thought it was only 9. She was very fearful, but with the heart in her hand (literally), she had to kill the patient and put the beating heart back to replace the demonized heart. She ran upstairs. Blood everywhere, and apparitions of a live hand crawling on the carpet. She stepped on it and ran to find the patient. She looked in her bedroom, the surgeon room, and all the other spiderwebbed-filled guest rooms, and the bathroom. She double-checked to find the stoic-looking patient in the darkest guest room.
It was 8 PM. She was tired. Tired of all the rust, the smell, the pain, the incredulous blood. She needed to prepare her tools and her "doctors bag" for tomorrow. She prudently stuffed her papers in her bag and began walking up the marble stairs. Then, she heard the sound of dripping water. Dripping continuously. The mansion was big, but it was extremely quiet. You could hear her breathing at that time. Dripping water. She remembered she turned off her tap water in the morning. She ran up to find that blood was flowing from the surgeon room. She opened the door. The smell of rusty blood filled the room. The blood came from the tiled floor to the carpet on the second floor. She went to the bathroom to get tissues. When she walked in, she saw a broken mirror on the floor and blood all over the bathtub. "I must be seeing things." She whispered. But, she wasn't. She felt like she had shouted a clamor, the mansion was so quiet. She felt her forehead to check if she was sufferring from an illness. No, no illness. She turned the tap water on to leave tap water running hurriedly to clean the blood on the bathtub. She then went to clean the blood from the surgeon room. When she looked up, the patient was gone, leaving blood and a surreal beating heart on the surgeon's stool. She screamed. Bloody hands and knives in her pockets, she ran to the front door of her house. 10 PM. It was dark. Why did time run so quickly? She thought it was only 9. She was very fearful, but with the heart in her hand (literally), she had to kill the patient and put the beating heart back to replace the demonized heart. She ran upstairs. Blood everywhere, and apparitions of a live hand crawling on the carpet. She stepped on it and ran to find the patient. She looked in her bedroom, the surgeon room, and all the other spiderwebbed-filled guest rooms, and the bathroom. She double-checked to find the stoic-looking patient in the darkest guest room.
Tarush Day-B Blog
Walking
straight into the dark black mist. Each step carefully and slowly with perfect
timing. This tall old man with black dark hair with yellow highlights shining.
His left hand full of skull tattoos and small half finished cigarette located
between his index and the middle finger. His left leg made of plastic and his
right hand held over his crutch. Karma he yelled. This old man is also a part
of this apocalyptic destruction of the earth.
The exquisite sight of earth will never
be seen by anyone or anything naked eye. It has all been destroyed. By one
person, no one else than me. Now there is oxygen for no one, there are roads
waited to be driven on and there are houses left for humans to acquire not by
their remains. The splice of China and Russia's power
taken over by these Mutants.
Mutants which was believed to be surreal and are now alive just
because of me. Me an immortal bigots who created this Mortal living beings to
take over our world. They have gained all power from everywhere. No nuclear
power can stop this, no one or thing can or can we…
To
be continued
The night of Frights ( Emma's Story/ B Day writing)
In the middle of the night, on October 31st, right in the middle of the deep dark forest of Gloomeria, where a graveyard lies silently.A sudden cry came out, at the centre of the deadly graveyard with the feeling and sentiments of blood and bones. Trees blew from side to side with the moon shining bride down towards the graveyard with a bereaved essence of a corpse. On the floor where the leaves have fallen and some torn pieces of a wedding dress covered in crimson liquid, still warm and fresh as if an onion had only been picked. It was quiet and full of sorrow with a tint of beauty as little drops of water fell from the exquisite sky above. Suddenly, the water droplets stoped falling, and the wind blew harder, then a glow game from a distance on the horizon. Then, every single creature curled up in a little ball as if it was nearly too frightened to open their eyes. They cam upon a horse, it was a beautiful horse with black hair and brown eyes with a tint of lust in them. Trailing behind the stoic horse came a man, but he was not a normal man, he held a knife in his hand, and his head seemed to be surreal. Of course it was not a normal head, but it was a bright orange pumpkin. He was wearing a pair of black trousers, a white shirt and a black suit jacket. He looked like the kind of Halloween creature that would kill u and eat your organs, but as we know from long tales of the Halloween frights, it was Jack 'O Lantern.
Next B day
To be continued.................
B Day Writing Poon
The sun was shining bright on the blue sky. Trees were waving as if they were dancing along with the wind. Everything seem to be a happy day for everyone but..happiness never last long...
In deep forest where many trees cover the sun couldn't reach in. A small hut hiding away from human and animals eyes there was a frugal witch living. Her little cat with black as night fur and shining like star eyes. The witch immense into the book while the poison in big pot was heating up. Little cat running around trying to catch a mouse but it accidentally bump the pot and the poison spill out before the whole pot fall down and break!...
In deep forest where many trees cover the sun couldn't reach in. A small hut hiding away from human and animals eyes there was a frugal witch living. Her little cat with black as night fur and shining like star eyes. The witch immense into the book while the poison in big pot was heating up. Little cat running around trying to catch a mouse but it accidentally bump the pot and the poison spill out before the whole pot fall down and break!...
B-Day Writing- Tony
December 7th, 1941: The warm breeze swept through the port, the large area of water moving with a slow, relaxing rhythm across one end of the port to another as if it had a life of its own. Everything was peaceful apart from the occasional drone of a plane as it flew across the island of Oahu, where the pride of the US Navy Battleship Fleet rested at its moorings, one of many repertoires that the US Navy had in store for its enemies. It was Sunday, and, like any other Sunday, it was a time of relaxing for the navy sailors who had worked hard for the entire week, working aboard the grey, floating cities of steel as they steamed through the rough waves of the Pacific Ocean. Word was that war with Japan and its armed forces was inevitable as its military stormed across Asia, immersed in the conquering of the entire continent and gloating along the way as they pressed on unchallenged by any foe. However, the only thing the battleships were fighting as of that time were the heavy swells in the ocean as they returned to Hawaii. Viewed even from far away, it was irrefutable that the floating fortresses were exquisite. The US Navy had not been frugal when building the humongous warships, which looked like irreparable fortresses rather than ships. They were the contemporary symbol of naval superiority and any country with a fleet of battleships was most likely a country with power and influence. Aboard the ships, sailors were drowsy, still half-asleep in their bunks after a debilitating week of abject and morose work, and about to transcend into a relaxed mood where they could just party hard on the island. All was quiet for the sailors, as the waves rocked the dreadnoughts up-and-down and side-to-side. The soothing rhythm of the waves tempted the sailors back to sleep the same way treasure tempted adventurers. But sleep was one of the most perilous things that they could've done on the day of December 7th, 1941 at the time of 7:48 AM that had severe repercussions that couldn't be alleviated, much less prevented. And everything... was going to change.
B day Writing (Hannah)
There was a girl leaning on the wall as she over heard some of her classmates talk. "Can you believe her?" they said not noticing her presence "She had the guts to talk to us. I mean cant she tell that nobody wants her here?" said one girl "I know right even the teachers don't like her.". It seemed so surreal her 'friends' only talk to hr cause she was the daughter of the schools chairman. She had known from the beginning ever since she saw them. "Cecilia acts all high and mighty and if she wasn't the chairman daughter she wouldn't have even gotten into the school" Cecilia had heard enough it was like this everyday, she opened the door to her classroom and they suddenly stopped talking. The tension in the air sky rocketed as she walked to her desk and sat down. "Hey Cecilia!" said the girl, the girl feigned innocence as if she wasn't spreading rumors about her just a few seconds ago. Cecilia decided to play along. "Yeah?" she asked. The girl then spoke excitedly "I heard some rumors about Mike from the class next door people say hes got a crush on you" "Not interested" she spoke as soon as she heard that. "What! Why?" It was futile she knew from the start that she was no ones fated one she would die alone and old hag and you know why she knew this? It was because the red string of fate told her so.
Bday writing Jo (so random)
The fortress was as large as a battle ship. I was taken here to be trained to be a soldier. Everyday life was harsh and exhausting and dangerous. My family insisted that I shouldn't go but it was a decision I made. Here at the fortress, people come to train to be soldiers for their countries, some were forced to and some volunteered such as me. Everyday we were trained to build up our bodies and surviving skills. We were trained to eat less and use more. I decided to join and train because I wanted to overcome my fears of gunshots and the uneasy feeling that I couldn't protect myself and the people around me. My life was dull and
B day writing Harry
A repercussion happened in the night.
The boy who was fear of his demise, hides under his blanket. It was an exquisitely cold night and the protagonist couldn't sleep. The cold wind blushes his hair. But under his blanket there was a transfixed light. Yes, the boy is playing his Iphone under the blanket. Suddenly, a perilous person slowly opened the door and see a light under the blanket. The boy noticed the sound of footsteps so he quickly feigned. But unluckily, the perilous person was not stupid, she opened the blanket and confiscated the phone. What happens after that will be the consequences of the young boy. the boy learned that: "Don't play with your phones at night"
B Day writing Mue
The day has come. We are going to get our exam result. We all are really excited about it. When we got the result, one of the friend gloated about his exam score. At first, we thought he did exquisitely in the exam, but it turns out that he actually did not do well at all. The paper was apocalyptic and the answers are sliced together together badly. To alleviate his sadness, he played his bereaved games for couple of hours before he started to study hard for any upcoming exams that will be round the corner.
B-Day writing Teetat
There was once a car called the Lamborghini.....a car that was once the most famous, but now other car gloated at the Lamborghini because they are more famous. On of the car right now is apocalyptic....their producer is poor right now. The car name is Toyota.....this car is the most apocalyptic because nobody...literary nobody use it. That is sad...now the owner is now bankrupt. The new Koenigsegg Agera r, gloated to the Lambo with HAPPINESS. It just sadness THE END
Mue B Day Writing
The day has come. We are going to get our exam result. We all are really excited about it. When we got the result, one of the friend gloated about his exam score. At first, we thought he did exquisitely in the exam, but it turns out that he actually did not do well at all. The paper was apocalyptic and the answers are sliced together together badly. To alleviate his sadness, he played his bereaved games for couple of hours before he started to study hard for any upcoming exams that will be round the corner.
Monday, October 27, 2014
B day Writing-Jett
Golf Tournaments
The first time went you step onto the tee box went it's your turn to hit, your heart pounding hard as hard as the bass from the drums kick loud in between your lungs, and your legs shivering and your sweating that this ball will count when you hit it. The ball could go any where In the water, out of bounds or even in the woods. All you knows is to get the dam ball onto the fairway and into the hole.
The three holes you played will be pressuring, if you get three birdies in a row? You know what, Good for you. Just don't gloat about it with other players in your group. If you get a double bogey, then it would be hard to alleviate the situation. As you past the first three or four holes you will find you that your heart has come to beating normally for the rest until you have finished playing.
As you walk down the rough or fairway, don't forget to look around you with exquisite surrounding. Mountains, oceans, sky, etc. You will feel better if you are having a bad day. Everyone has bad days when playing golf. Even me. It's not the end of the world if you get a bad score at the end of the day but all you need to think about is getting the dam ball into the tiny tiny tiny hole.
"What is your score now huh Will?" asked Reed "Is it like plus 19 or 20 yet? Haha"
"No, I checked with my caddy just now and she said that my score is only about plus 6 at 9 holes." I said. He wasn't so happy about that, because he knew that he needed to step up his game, because he was already plus 9.
Will, Reed, Max and Aaron were playing in a group of four at 7 am and have played for nine holes. What would come next...?
B Day Writing Louis
The war between Germany and Allies seems apocalyptic. Ashes from building slowly walk up into the sky. The life of many people flash away as fast as lightning strike. 6 millions discoveries were captured, tortured and killed. Many exquisite cities were demolish into broken ruin and scream clamored into the red sky. The war started to be more abject and the deaths of people started to increase every day. After few years of fighting, the war is starting to be harder and harder to alleviate. The allies started to overrun the war and Russia did a huge ravage to the German army. The hope of Germany to be able to make a comeback and win the war is untenable. Their troops are reducing every day and they are having a lack of soldiers. For many years, Germany tried to defend its capital but it's hopeless. Finally the war finished, the Allies won the war but in fact they didn't really win the war because they lost more than 20 millions soldiers from the war.
In class B day writing Kwan
I closed my eyes for the night into my slumber. I found myself transfixed by the surreal giant spider spinning it's webs around me. The web was pretty much cultivated beforehand. The morose sentiments of the demised victims must have gone the moment their soul left their body. Some, would still be roaming around the furry giant Halloween doll like spider in the form of apparitions. There were also agitators in the place. In fact, there were more than one but more than you can count. I wanted to scream but too scared to do so because there is a big chance the huge spider would eat me right away so I remained still and stoic. It would be very sarcastic for another victim in this place to clamor out that they are too yummy to eat. The spider suddenly turned and bared it's poisonous fangs in my direction. This, I thought was a splice between life and death. My eyes fluttered open in the morning sun. The light feeling made me feel like this was a resurgence or something like that. If I happened to live that rouge and surreal incident, I would have gloated to the hundreds of spider that I had lived. This was ludicrous. But what if this was real? what if ?
- there was a loud bang on the door-
- there was a loud bang on the door-
Sunday, October 12, 2014
A Sunflower (Tone)
Drought. The hot, dry air of the drought withered the lifeless plant. It struggled to get up, but drought pushed it back down to the ground. No water, no food, no life for the poor sunflower. Death awaits. No one cared. No one tried. No one seemed to want to help. Sunflowers are dying by the drought, one by one, and it was afraid of being next. It valued life so much. It didn't care about how tall it would be, or how it's beauty would catch a toddler's eye, but life was the most important thing. It wanted to live and be different. The sunflower thought of water. Only if the drought ended right now. Then came a thunderstorm. The dark, howling wind of the thunderstorm blows as it tries to pull the thin, green stem. Weeping, the yellow-petaled sunflower tries to hold on. The wind slowly calms down. Haven't been fed, never drunk water since two weeks ago. The stem was almost half-torn. "Nothing's fine, I'm torn." It withered lifelessly. It fell to the ground, its eyes searching for any source of fresh, clean water. There hasn't been any rain, but there has been forceful winds. Only if the drought would end, but there would be one week left of drought. The sunflower slowly closed its eyes, and slowly opened it again. Air was escaping, and it tried to hold on. Please. Debilitated, it slowly closed its eyes, gasped for air, failed, and died.
Wednesday, October 8, 2014
Sunflower - Teetat
Entering into the field full with sunflower. The sunflower shine as bright as the sun. Walking pass them, walking through them. It feel like you are in another world, it shine so bright it calm your heart. Calmer than you even thought. I never want to stop watching them dancing by the wind, seeing those flower make me smile. The shine of the sunflower pass through my heart and it even pass through my whole body. It struct into me....this feeling felt different...it even MORE happier. They just shine like the sun, being the brightest of them all. All of the energy it shine and released....it won't be a waste. Those energy flow through my blood...every where...every place. But some day you won't be seeing them....but your soul will always be........
Poon 20 minute writing "Sunflower"
Bright yellow sunflower standing straight up looking at the Sun. Sunflower look at the sun until it change color form bright yellow to brown. When that time come Sunflower look down on the ground ,it's alone again... A small drop of water falling of the petal it start to have more and more water dripping down , little sun flower didn't stand up straight anymore it was shaking...as if it crying...
Sunflower Tone Writing Louis
1Looking through the peaceful field of gorgeous bright yellow flower. The yellow brightness immersed in and my eyes caught them. The seeds that cracked into my mouth and the specific taste, suddenly came into my mind. The sunflower field looks like a shelter and that reminds me of the lost, deaths, scream and panic. I remember the time we have to run away and hide under the sunflower. We have to hide in the field for many weeks until the worst nightmare rushed away and recognize the red, white and black flag. It might not be the worst nightmare to the others but if they catch us, it's like we are already dead. Looking through the field, the are piles of death bodies lying on the floor and a group of smoke that started to glide up into the sky. In few weeks, the yellowness of the field disappeared and a huge white blanket covering the whole field. We can't hide anymore. Winter is coming.
After surviving the massacre, I don't have any hope anymore and I don't know what to do. There's nothing left that I can do except for hiding and running away.
When I finished thinking about the deaths and sadness, I enjoy the yellow field of sunflower and slowly walking in there.
Tuesday, October 7, 2014
Sunflower - Tony
As the sun began to move slowly across the horizon, sweeping gradually from the east to the west, it is not the only thing that is moving. Like eager stalkers, entire fields of sunflowers turn and swivel, facing the sun as it makes its way west. The pattern resonates across whole fields. Untold acres of fields of yellow flowers move gracefully, slowly following the yellow ball of flame, desperate for the light it brings. But... when the sun goes down, the fields of these flowers suddenly lose their charm. They drop and droop all over the place. A graceful display suddenly turns into an ordinary, jumbled field of yellow. For an eternity, the flowers wait. And they wait. And time passes. But then the sun comes up again, and the patterns reform. They resurge back to life, once again playing with the sun and the beautiful shine it brings. And then, the darkness plunges back down on the field and the patterns scatters once more. Once again, darkness rules the fields. Then the sun comes back up and sunlight is now supreme. The pattern keeps on repeating. 24/7, darkness and light switch turns ruling the fields. Twirling and swirling, following the ball of light, the flowers bathe in the sunlight, enjoying every moment, every second. But when the darkness comes, everything changes. Nothing moves. Everything seems to be on the verge of chaos. But everything holds, and peace returns at the first light of day. This is their pattern, their rhythm, their life.
The Dancing Sunflower (Emma)
The Dancing Sunflower
One fine spring morning came , as the sun shone down towards the meadow. One little sunflower, blooming towards the soft light rays of the beautiful morning sun. Its petals, opening and showing a shiny yellow as bright as the sun shining through the window of your back garden at 7 am in the morning. Its stem as green as a baby leaf falling from a tree. The Sunflower enjoyed the powerful rays of the sun, as it dances to the sounds of the wind singing as it blows from the north. Then a little humming bird came and sat on a branch of a tree next to the meadow, it started whistling. The sunflower danced and danced as if it was the 4th of July. Suddenly, little drops of rain fell from the bright warmed-coloured sky. The rain fell on to the petals of the beautiful baby flower, the sunflower feels refreshed and full of energy as it receives the nutrients it needs. Then formed a rainbow in the beautiful morning sky with luscious colours of its kind. The rain stopped and the sun shone once again, as beautiful as ever. In the sky the birds are fluttering their wings, flying to their nests to give food to their young as the sunflower watched the happiness of nature. The sky was a sweet tint of rose and the clouds with a tint of an Aquamarine blue as little tiny drops of water still fell from the wet leaves in the green peach tree. The sunflower was grateful for nature's kindness and having the opportunity of feeling free. The sunflower was as happy and delighted as ever, and that was the story of " The Dancing Sunflower".
20 min write- Catty
In a landscape of lemony color. There I was waiting in the middle of miles and miles of sunflowers. I looked up, it's like an ocean in the sky with a wisp of cloud. I took out my mat and lay it on the floor. I lay down with my back on the mat and feel the wonderful smell of the breeze. I gently close my eyes and felt for a deep sleep. I woke up, I was in a different dimension, where's the lemony colors of sunflowers and the ocean blue sky I thought. I'm in a new world. Suddenly, I felt that the ground is shaking, I ran as fast as a flash of lightning to the nearest town. I realized I'm in the middle of burned buildings and a pool of blood. I looked around, the place is quiet, the smell is really sharp and bitter.
Pou 20 Minute Writing-Sunflowers
Sunflowers feels the breeze of wind that flows through their body. They absorb the sun beams and turn them into food, yummy yummy food like sunflower seeds. It's crunchy, flavorful, packed with nutrients(Iron, Vitamins, and Magnesium), prevents cancer (not the cancer that is fully developed), and makes your bone stronger. Who doesn't want to eat that? It makes my mouth water, it makes my tummy growl, it makes me WANT TO GO BUY A PACK RIGHT NOW! (Wrote a description/advertisement not a story)
Mue sad&happy sunflower
Sunflowers shine in the ray of the morning sun. The whole field is full of sunflowers, ready to be harvested for their seeds. Soon, the time has come. The farmer started the engine of the harvester and plowed through the field. There will be no left overs or trace of sunflowers in the field. An hour have passed, and the farmer has plowed through almost every section of the field. What make it sad is that the seed will be made into snacks for people to eat, while there will be no sunflowers to grow back to take place of what is harvested. Many people have complained to the farmer to stop harvesting those sunflowers as they are the scenery for people to look at. But all have been rejected and ignored. It as then, that the farmer has plowed through all the sunflowers and realized what he had done and regretted that. All his beautiful sunflowers. Gone. No more scenery to be viewed. Just an empty patch of land. Brown from the soil. That is all that is left. But, the next day, he realized, that all the seed that he harvested and be grown back into sunflowers. he dispersed the seeds, and watch them grow each day. Every day. Until it grow back to normal, then he admired the view of those sunflowers as they shine in the ray of the sun.
Sunflower
The Sunflower
As I walk down the dark night past the farm to my house, I was on the way back from the sanitary. When I walked past the farm full of sunflowers, Thousands of them blowing in the wind. They danced and thrived into the night. Scarecrows, like Frankenstein standing in front of me.
As I walk slowly across the farm wind blew and I was scared, terrified. I thought that sunflowers were suppose to make people feel happy. But it made me feel like a bunch of thorns touching me, creating scars that lasted forever. The road was old and rusty, when I walked on the rocks they cracked and I can hear the sound of ghost, thriving through the night. As the wind blow I blow into darkness.
It feels like I have been walking in this farm for days. Weeks. Even Months, it feels like I have been walking in this restless farm. The sunflowers dazzled the night and blew into my face. I screamed, but no one heard. It was 1 o'clock in the morning, and I was not yet home safe and sound. I imagine the sunflowers being friendly people around me. The cast of a spell turned them into zombies. Although they were only sunflowers, I imagined that they were zombies touching and torturing me.
My feet began to shake, the crows singed in the night, not knowing when they would come down and beat you up.
It felt like years since I have been walking in this disgusting farm, with no one but myself. Then I heard a noise coming from behind the bushes in the sunflower patch. I quickly turned and see what is going on. I was scared and spooked at the same time.
The sunflowers waved, danced and singed at me, while I was walking down the old rusty road.
Then suddenly, I heard sounds.
It was just me, the night and a thousand corpse surrounding me.
The Sunflower ~Jo
It all started in 2022, The world was in chaotic danger. Darkness filled the Earth. Millions of souls drained away. It was the beginning and also the end. Silent roamed everywhere. There was no hope. The people who survived kept on living and spreading population but at the same time millions dies. The elder of the survivors claims that there is a sunflower in the depts of hell. If anyone was able to find it, everything would start over. After the teacher explained the legend of the sunflower, everyone in the class stopped laughing at the sunflower for looking weird. (soo random)
Monday, September 15, 2014
20 Minute writing Harry
Sometimes I wonder what other people are thinking in their mind. But lets take Louis (My friend) mind as an example. I know Louis's characteristics, and I can predict what might be going on in his head. He might be thinking about work, but 2 minutes later he's probably thinking about sleeping or girls. I can't predict everything he's thinking because his imagination is not the same as mine. But mostly he'll be thinking about girls when he starts day dreaming or was paralyze like a stone for a while. He's is probably imagining the moment he touches and grabs the girls hand and hold it very tightly. When he enjoys his imagination its like he doesn't want to come back to the real world (which he wont be able to hold and grab a girl's hand) unlike in his head.
The tiolet
The Toilet
As I ate food from my plate to my mouth, it felt like gummy bears rolling down my throat. It felt like paradise as I chew down my chicken, and into my acidic tummy. As I look down my plate I see more and more bones piling up and was mushed yet, delicious. Sticky rice, so very sticky, I picked it with my hands, and it stuck to my fingers as if a snail was on my hand, slithering slowly down my arm.
The next thing I know was that my tummy started to tinkle, and started swirling up. Before I knew it, I was rushing hopelessly to the toilet which was a third floor run.
As a I sit on the cold surface and a little bit of smelliness, the room started to tumble into my dreams, Tissue paper all over the floor as I keep on dreaming of what is going to happen.
I pulled out my phone in my pocket and started playing a boring game so that I get this whole sitting o the toilet business out of the way.
The walls began to dance with the motion of the music from the game that I was playing, I sweet sound of birds chirping in the trees made me relaxed and peaceful. I forget about the whole thing, and when I was done, I came out of the cold toilet and went to sleep.
The noisy sound of cars driving through the neighborhood at 9 am, Before I knew it I was fast asleep.
Tuesday, September 9, 2014
Leo Tolstoy
Leo Tolstoy was a Russian writer in the 1860s. He wrote 31 books in all and they were novels and short stories. His most famous books were; War and Peace, Anna Karenina, A confession, The Kingdom of god is Within You and The Death of Ivan Ilyich. He had a wife named Sophia and a daughter named Alexandra.
-Kwan
-Kwan
Knowledge or no knowledge- Tony
I would rather have knowledge and be sad because I would be well-informed, even if I don't like what I hear rather than just ignorantly be happy and be surprised when something bad happens. Also, if you were happy ignorantly, it is not a real type of happiness, it is just turning away from the information and trying to be happy.
Leo Tolstoy
Leo Tolstoy was an Russian Political thinker, Philosopher, and writer who primarily write novels and short stories.. He is important because he was one of the greatest authors of all time. He wrote "War and Peace" and "Anna Karenina" the two books are some of his most famous books. Leo Tolstoy was also a moral philosopher noted for his idea on "The Kingdom of God is Within You" and had some influence on Mahatma Ghandi and Martin Luther King.
-Hannah
-Hannah
Leo Tolstoy (Poon)
Leo Tolstoy was Russian novelist. He was born on September 9, 1828, Tula province, Russia . His first novel was "War and Peace". His best known novel was "Anna Karenina" and one of his most successful novel was "The Death of Ivan Ilyich". He was also Russian philosopher and politic thinker. One of his quote was "In all history there is no war which was not hatched by the governments, the governments alone, independent of the interests of the people, to whom war is always pernicious even when successful."
Monday, September 8, 2014
Leo Tolstoy Tab
Leo Tolstoy was a Russian author born is the mid 19th centuries. He is well known for the book called War and Peaces. The book is about the Napoleonic age where Napoleon Bonaparte, a french general and emperor. He had a wive and a daughter. He then saw the christian church is corrupted. Tolstoy's daughter went on a pilgrimage. She then became a doctor for Leo during the trip. Tolstoy had died in 1910, he also had a big beard
(Dew) Who is Leo Tolstoy?
Leo Tolstoy was a Russian author and was the world's top writer. He was born in Tula Province in Russia. His first novel was War and Peace and it was very famous by that time. Leo Tolstoy was the youngest of the four boys in the family. He died on November 20, 1910 at aged 82.
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Leo Tolstoy's Tarush Information
Leo Tolstoy was born 9th September 1828(186th birthday).He wrote his famous book War and Peace in 1873. He is now mainly know for this book. His used write fictional books in 1880's to 1890's. He was not only an writer, he was also a junker in Russian army. In 1862 while he was publishing in 12 issues-installment of the journal Yasnaya Polyana he was married to a doctor's daughter whose name was Sofya Andreyevna Bers last book was The Death of Ivan Ilyich. He passed away in November 20th 1910. He had his nice and long beard.
Everyone thinks of changing the world but no one thinks of changing them self- Leo Tolstoy's
Sources: http://www.biography.com/people/leo-tolstoy-9508518#early-publications
Leo Tolstoy Louis
Who is he?
Count Lev Nikolayevich Tolstoy, also known as Leo Tolstoy, was a Russian master fiction writer. He's considered as one of the greatest novel writer of all time. He was born in Yasnaya Polyana, a state in Russia 1828 and died at the age of 82 in November 20 1910. He have 4 siblings, 1 younger and his family is a well known and they are Russian nobility family.
Why is he important?
He's well known from the book War and Peace and Anna Karenina. War and Peace is regarded as one of the world's greatest book. It's because the book is about French Invasion of Russia and Napoleonic era. War and Peace were originally published in 1869 and it's fourteen hundred pages long. Everyone should be reading it because it's too good and famous but they aren't reading it because it's too long. It should take at least 30 hours to finish the book.
Count Lev Nikolayevich Tolstoy, also known as Leo Tolstoy, was a Russian master fiction writer. He's considered as one of the greatest novel writer of all time. He was born in Yasnaya Polyana, a state in Russia 1828 and died at the age of 82 in November 20 1910. He have 4 siblings, 1 younger and his family is a well known and they are Russian nobility family.
Why is he important?
He's well known from the book War and Peace and Anna Karenina. War and Peace is regarded as one of the world's greatest book. It's because the book is about French Invasion of Russia and Napoleonic era. War and Peace were originally published in 1869 and it's fourteen hundred pages long. Everyone should be reading it because it's too good and famous but they aren't reading it because it's too long. It should take at least 30 hours to finish the book.
The life of Leo Tolstoy....Emma
Leo Tolstoy was a Russian Writer and he wrote lots of novels such as War and Peace, Anna Karenina and The Death of Ivan Ilyich and he is still claimed as one of the worlds best writers. He was born in Tula Province (Russia) in 1828 September 9th. The first book he wrote was "War and Peace" continued by "Anna Karenina" and "The Death of Ivan Ilyinch" in the 1880s and 1890s.
Leo Tolstoy first learned at home with french and german tutors. Then he studied in an Oriental language program in the University of Kazan, but he failed as a student. Leo Tolstoy died on November 20th in Astapovo (Russia) in 1910......
Leo Tolstoy first learned at home with french and german tutors. Then he studied in an Oriental language program in the University of Kazan, but he failed as a student. Leo Tolstoy died on November 20th in Astapovo (Russia) in 1910......
Who is Leo Tolstoy?
On this day, a famous writer was born. His name is Leo Tolstoy.
Leo Nikolayevich Tolstoy was born on September 9th, 1828, in Tula, Russia. He was (and is) always known as a famous Russian writer who basically wrote novels and short stories. Some of his famous stories are "War and Peace", which is his first book he wrote in the 1860s. He also wrote "Anna Karenina", which is his second book. Both "Anna Karenina" and "War and Peace" are known as two of the greatest books of all time. Not just books, people also consider Tolstoy as one of the greatest novelist of all time. Besides writing novels and short stories, he also wrote plays and essays. Some of his "nonviolent war" books also had an impact on some famous people like Martin Luther King Jr or Mohandas Gandhi. He died in November 20th, 1910. He had really great beard :D
Source: 1, 2
Leo Nikolayevich Tolstoy was born on September 9th, 1828, in Tula, Russia. He was (and is) always known as a famous Russian writer who basically wrote novels and short stories. Some of his famous stories are "War and Peace", which is his first book he wrote in the 1860s. He also wrote "Anna Karenina", which is his second book. Both "Anna Karenina" and "War and Peace" are known as two of the greatest books of all time. Not just books, people also consider Tolstoy as one of the greatest novelist of all time. Besides writing novels and short stories, he also wrote plays and essays. Some of his "nonviolent war" books also had an impact on some famous people like Martin Luther King Jr or Mohandas Gandhi. He died in November 20th, 1910. He had really great beard :D
Source: 1, 2
LEO TOLSTOY ~Jo
LEO TOLSTOY
Leo Tolstoy was a Russian writer born in Yasnaya Polyana in 1828. He learned by himself for the first 20 years, he learned more than a lot of people during the modern day could learn in a life time! He was a really famous Russian writer who has a self-imposed life but he influenced many writers and artists. Some of his influenced people were Charles Dickens, Aristotle, Jean Jacques Rousseau, George Elliot, Henry David Thoreau, Plato, Harriet Beecher Stowe, and Alexander Pushkin.
Source: http://thegreatbooks-caitynmarissa.blogspot.com/2010/01/importance-of-leo-tolstoy.html
Leo Tolstoy was a Russian writer born in Yasnaya Polyana in 1828. He learned by himself for the first 20 years, he learned more than a lot of people during the modern day could learn in a life time! He was a really famous Russian writer who has a self-imposed life but he influenced many writers and artists. Some of his influenced people were Charles Dickens, Aristotle, Jean Jacques Rousseau, George Elliot, Henry David Thoreau, Plato, Harriet Beecher Stowe, and Alexander Pushkin.
Source: http://thegreatbooks-caitynmarissa.blogspot.com/2010/01/importance-of-leo-tolstoy.html
Who is Leo Tolstoy? Pou
He was a Russian writer that was born in September 9, 1828 in Russia, he died at the age 82 in Russia also. The first book he wrote was "War and Peace". This book was published in 1860s and the second book he wrote was Anna Karenina in 1873. But one of the most successful books that he had created was "The Death Of Ivan Ilyich". He is also a peacekeeper because he goes against violence and evil. Leo Tolstoy's Quote: "Everyone thinks of changing the world but no one thinks of changing themselves." He also had a really nice beard!!!
Who Leo Tolstoy (Teetat)
Leo Tolstoy was a Russian writer and was actor, he was born in September 9, 1828 and died in November 20, 1910. He does not go to school like we do but instead we get to learn at home. He got turn into a soldier in Ukraine in the year November 1854, and he also fight in the Crimean war to August 1855. Leo Tolstoy have a long big beard and he love to write and he published many book. He was fighting for peace and to end war.
Who is Leo Tolstoy? - Tony
Leo Tolstoy was a Russian writer and pacifist. He was born on September 9th, 1828 and died on November 20th, 1910 at age 82. He wrote some famous novels, such as War and Peace, Anna Karenina and The Death of Ivan Ilvich. His epic, War and Peace, has been regarded as one of the best works of literature. It is about the 1812 invasion of Russia by the French general, Napoleon. It also talks about the Tsarist society in the opinion of five Russian upper-class families. He also doesn't shave, which is why he has a massive, enormous, humongous, immense and very, very unique beard, even more unique than its owner, which is quite a feat in itself since he is very unique and influential.
Leo Tolstoy by Catty
Leo Tolstoy was a Russian writer who writes books for peace and war. He influences a lot of social leaders to be against violence. He was known for writing the book called "War and Peace" and "Anna Karenina". He is a man with wonderful ideas and a brilliant mind. He suffered a lot from his childhood, when he was two his mother died. During his lifetime, he've influence a lot of people to believe in peace and now make war.
Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself.
-Leo Tolstoy
Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself.
-Leo Tolstoy
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