tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56794333359001382492024-02-06T21:24:36.963-06:00Our Curious Minds පුංචි හිතට දැනෙන දේදිනිතියි මිතිලියි....http://www.blogger.com/profile/08556226891008527010noreply@blogger.comBlogger140125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679433335900138249.post-7948084266653814432018-05-08T16:34:00.002-06:002018-05-08T16:34:27.607-06:00The Diary of Alonso Jimenez: Entry 3<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 150%;">The past days have been dreadful, it often rained down on us, soaking us
to our bones, but Cortes and the others were having none of it, pushing on. I
assume that the hard work has paid off, as we had finally arrived at the city
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of the most feared tribe, but a tall man with a headdress of the most beautiful
and vibrant shade of green who called himself Montezuma, the leader of the
Aztecs, had welcomed us. Moctezuma had seemed prepared; he had been willing to
let us enter their city without any hesitation, I however certainly did,
wondering if he had even heard of the trouble we had been making on our path to
the Aztecs. I had suspected that he did not since he gave us words of
encouragement to enjoy the luxuries offered to us. I would have been even more
apprehensive if we did not have a translator to interpret the meaning of his
words. This is all thanks to Malinche, who was a part of a tribe we had
conquered, she is very talented with languages, and so Cortes believed her a
valuable ally. She has not only acted as our translator, yet also as our spies,
telling Cortes of what she hears others whisper amongst themselves. According
to her, Moctezuma is willing to give up the land to us along with all the goods
and people. We have Moctezuma under guard now, as our prisoner, and will most
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to admit this, the moment I had entered the walls of Tenochtitlan I was amazed,
they had many buildings, a market full of people, bridges, and architecture
that was like our aqueducts, bringing them drinking water. The beauty of the
city is not all to the enchantment of this area, the clothes they wear are even
more impressive, boldly coloured, with beautiful feathers of exotic birds,
their necks covered with exquisite jewelry and gold. However, even their
clothing cannot hide the atrocity of their crimes; part of the city is riddled
with may temple soaring, almost touching the sky, but they are not as
magnificent as it seems. I had walked towards one, once, the temple had been
littered with rotting bodies, and fresh blood, dripping onto the floor. After
looking around, I had heard that this was a part of their beliefs, they would
kill many people in horrendous ways to please their multiple gods. The Aztecs
were as brutal in war and very strategic in their alliances, which is something
I must respect them for. The Aztecs had many bizarre weapons, including a
barbaric looking club they used to knock out their opponents, and even a spear,
which was made of woods, and against our muskets, metal armour, and horses,
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consequently, we spend much of our time, getting to immerse ourselves into the
riches that this city can provide. This war is alleged to bring us glory, fame,
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;">I cannot tell how long we have been sailing, the first few weeks I had counted, but the seasickness and the mysterious illness I had caught had taken a toll on me, but we finally reached the new world. Lucky for me, one of the men on the boat named Alvaro had been a doctor a while ago back in Spain but had come in hopes of gold. Alvaro knew of my disease and miraculously had the medicine I had been needing; I had pocketed some extra in case this was the medicine that my Hermanita would need. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;">Before all of this, however, after weeks of seasickness, due to my lack of experience on the seas, we had arrived in Cuba, to find Hernan Cortes all ready with the plans. Although, the basic strategy is the routine that many voyagers and conquistadors perform to take over other tribes and areas, and it seems to be working remarkably. We are to exchange words in a show of a cordial and pleasant nature, and eventually work up to the goal of capturing the leader, therefore, taking control of the tribe. This was not the only plan Cortes had, as I learned from Alvaro, apparently, he devised that the best way to defeat the ancient and powerful tribe residing in the heart of this area, is to first make allies with other neighbouring tribes. Cortes believes that we have a chance at this and seems very eager to start. So, a few weeks later, we were back on the sea, heading towards the new world.</span><span style="font-family: "Arial",sans-serif; font-size: 9.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: EN-CA;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Now, I am standing on the soil of the mostly unexplored land, with many unknown tribes. The landscape here is very flat, filled, with many ponds and swaps. If you look far enough, you can see mountains lying proudly in the background. We have been here for a few weeks now, and during these weeks, Cortes had been brazened enough to go against Governor Velazquez’s orders even though he had been ordered to stop a while ago. Hernan Cortes declared the area of land that we were on, Veracruz, as an independent government. So now, this mission was not in the hands of the Governor, and Cortes can do as he pleases, so long as it does not harm the rule or beliefs of King Ferdinand and Queen Isabella. <o:p></o:p><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 107%;">The journey to Tenochtitlan, as many tribes call it, has been very harrowing, we have already made many allies, multiple tribes seemed very willing to help. It appears that the Aztecs are very brutal, yet efficient in their ways since many of the tribes have not hesitated in taking the hand of strangers. Nonetheless, there still have been some tribes that have been reluctant to help us, but eventually, they have bowed to our graciousness, which is to help or be killed, and other tribes have decided to choose the latter. Anyhow, I will report my findings and adventures later, considering that we have packed up and are ready to move again.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16197751546217613535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679433335900138249.post-12943679714867663052018-05-02T22:04:00.004-06:002018-05-08T16:37:08.908-06:00Diary of Alonso Jimenez- Entry 1<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Right now, my suitcase, full of clothes for a few days, is being pulled onto the beautiful deck of our Spanish ship. Today is the day that I will sail as a part of Hernan Cortes’s men to the new world. My Madre and Hermanita even on her deathbed tried to stop me from leaving, believing that I would never make it back. To help her, I told her that I would make her a necklace of the things that I would find on my journey, and she was immediately overjoyed and said she was fine with me leaving. However, the thing is I don’t have much of choice, I have to get the money for my Hermanita, as she is sick, and with our plummeting economy, there is no way that we can afford any medicine for her. Although, I cannot blame our monarchs for the terrible amount of money, as they are only trying to create a Spain that is religiously unified due to their expanding fear that the Muslims would take over. They had started to kill anyone that was suspected of having faith in another religion than Catholicism, I had only attended one of these, although there are many more. The Spanish Inquisition would be the judge of the person rumoured to be of another religion when I had attended I knew that the consequences would be brutal, but I had not expected the execution sentenced to the man. All of this is because the Muslims came and conquered a significant portion of Spain and Portugal, and their religion started spreading and taking over the rest of Spain. They started to create large universities in the cities they had taken over and began to settle into their stolen land, but unlike us, they allowed other religions to live amongst them, which I believe is a huge mistake, and eventually, we had defeated them. However because of the executions, it started to cause a dip in our economy, as the Jews, and many others had held up the base of our economy. Now, it has plummeted, but the others who have land, had money, the nobles, and are not affected as much like me and many others, and many didn’t have to join any wars or go on expeditions. However, the other nobles that did not own any land had to join the fight, to gain money. Unlike them, I did not have a choice, and my money has decreased, which is why I believe that the condition of America may be the best way for me to support my family. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Many of us are familiar with listening to music, reading, and talking, it seems that it is a normal part of our lives. However, for some people, it is much different, Synesthesia is a condition in which a person is able to smell colours, see flavours, or taste sound. We all have a type of synesthesia, such as when we smell a fruit and know it is going to be sweet, this is most likely because the pathways for taste and smell are so close, but synesthesia is a more prominent version of what many people have.This condition varies in all of the people who have it, for example, one person with synesthesia might see the number 5 as red while the other sees it as blue, it all varies depending on the person. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">The most common type of synesthesia is grapheme-colour synesthesia which is when a person connects number and letters to colours, while another version is where personalities correlate with numbers. Although we do not know a lot about synesthesia, we do know that this occurs when the pathways in someone's brain that correlates stimuli are mixed up. Although this sounds like hallucinations, synesthesia is much different, hallucinations are often random, and hard to predicts, however, with synesthesia the pattern stays consistent all the time, for example, if the number ten was perceived to be green by someone with synesthesia, it would stay green for the rest of their life. Although hallucinations vary depending on the situation at hand, a person with anxiety may have hallucinations of what they are afraid of or is bothering them, but this can change over time, the hallucinations may change based on the fears of that person or it may go away altogether with proper therapy.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Adding to this, unlike hallucinations, synesthesia does come with its advantages, and so many people do not choose to 'treat' it with options that may or may not work. One of these advantages is that many of the research done on synesthesia, it shows that people with this neurological condition have an amazing capacity for memory, which is understandable, as using two senses help remember better than one. If you have ever smelled something, and suddenly you were brought back to one of your memories in your childhood, you have experienced this, studies show it is much easier to remember something once you have engaged two or more senses. The ability to remember easily also contributes to easier and faster learning, as memory and learning are linked. Studies show that these people are more likely be inclined to be more creative and open to other ideas, this is because they have been experiencing many different things, they are more welcoming to different solutions or ideas. The creativity comes from the same fact that they are experiencing many new and beautiful things, and so they are better at thinking outside the box and excel at art. One example of this is Melissa McCracken, who also has synesthesia, however, she sees music as colour, using this ability she is able to paint beautiful artwork for the songs that she hears.</span></div>
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<a href="https://www.psychologytoday.com/basics/synesthesia">https://www.psychologytoday.com/basics/synesthesia</a><br />
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Animal testing is highly unethical as it causes pain to the animals used, physically and mentally. During many of the operations, products are applied to the animals, either on top of the skin, or inside the animal, and at the time of the tests, various times many animals are not given any anesthesia to numb the pain. Research of the care of the animals during testing that took place in England during 2013 and 2014 shows statistics that say that 71% of the animals are not given proper anesthesia, which means only 29% of the animals do get anesthesia. All of the tests involve some response to the products, and so the subjects feel everything, from pain to relaxation. Also, animals are used until their death, so they are suffering the entire time both physically and the mentally from the toll of being in a small space without escape. These tests also change the animals physically and mentally, and so there is no chance of release for them and will be made to stay as long as they are alive. Moreover, these animals do not have much hope of being more cared for, as many times the Animal Welfare Acts around the world, exclude the actions taken towards animals in the lab. The harm done to animals for products testing is distasteful. Furthermore, animal testing is as harmful to the animals being tested on as it is to the surrounding environment.</div>
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Every day, labs testing on animals pump out tons of waste and toxins from the experiments and endangers the animals, which consequently damages the environment and ecosystem. The reason for the experimentation of products on animals is to see if the goods would be harmful to humans, meaning that the products can be toxic. Consequently, the release of these toxins into the surrounding environments damages the plants and animals all around them. These toxins are not the only harmful substances the labs pump out, along with this, they release waste from the animals. This also harms the environment, as the toxins and waste are taken into the soil, and then into plants which is deleterious to the plant, as it is soaked into the earth, the toxins get washed into water sources and can be deadly to anything that drinks from it. Although labs are not permitted to release animal test subjects, they may be released accidentally either as a result of a natural disaster, or another reason, and if they are released, the consequences are hazardous. One example of this is the Ōkunoshima, which is an island near Japan infested with millions of rabbits. Many people believe the cause of the numerous amount of the fluffy, adorable creatures is that there was a lab testing on rabbits, and they were released due to a natural disaster that took a toll on the island. As there are no natural predators of the rabbit on that island, the rabbits rapidly increased in numbers. Although they cannot create harm in a small quantity, now they have become thousands of small lawn mowers, eating the grass and plant life dangerously fast, to the point plants cannot keep up, creating a significant imbalance of the ecosystem. Another reason researchers and scientists are concerned about the toll of animal testing on the environment is the fact that some of the tests involve animals like primates that take a long time to create young and reach. So, this affects the number of animals in that species, and this can be harmful to species that are endangered like orangutans and gorillas. Products being tested in labs effects the environment in detrimental ways, and it must be stopped. Along with this, animal testing is entirely irrelevant and avoidable, making it more apparent that animal testing must end. </div>
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The experimentation of products on animals is also very unnecessary, and even dangerous to humans. As a result of our growing technology and knowledge in anatomy and medicine, many alternatives to animal testing have been created, and better ones are still on the way to being produced. One example of this is the extraction of specific human tissues and organs from willing participants, and apply the product to the muscle, to find the result of the product. Furthermore, the anatomy and biology of animals and humans are entirely different, from different brain connections to different types of tissue. Correspondingly, the tests of products on animals is faulty information for humans, and often do not work. Now, more and more researchers and scientists are starting to agree, as Michael O. Leavitt, the former secretary for the U.S. Department of Health and Human Services, says “Currently, nine out of ten experimental drugs fail in clinical studies because we cannot accurately predict how they will behave in people based on laboratory and animal studies.”. Many others agree along with Dr. Ronald W. Davis, a professor at Stanford University saying, “[Researchers] are so ingrained in trying to cure mice that they forget we are trying to cure humans.”. As a result of the different biology and anatomy, many of the products created become harmful to humans, an example of this is the notorious thalidomide testing. The drug thalidomide was tested on pregnant mice, and other animals to see the effect, and it seemed that it seemed to reduce nausea. Believing this would work on humans, researchers released this to the public to reduce nausea in pregnant women, the result of this was a limb-reduction defect in the babies of the women who took thalidomide. Thankfully, the product was taken off the shelves, but this only helps to proves that the testing of medicine and products on animals is hazardous. Overall, lab testing on animals is wasteful and unneeded. Animal testing must end; it causes more harm than it does good.</div>
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</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16197751546217613535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679433335900138249.post-41596113152691400312018-02-25T21:09:00.002-06:002018-02-26T20:18:50.887-06:00The Way Home (short story based on The Giver by Lois Lowry)<div style="text-align: justify;">
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Jonas looked around the dark cabin, he saw the wooden dining table in the middle of the cabin, with melted, unlit candles on top. A worn-out green couch was placed in front of a large black box, that he remembered was called a television. He laid Gabe gently on the sofa, going towards the room. Jonas saw a huge bed covered with blankets, and as he turned he saw a closet full of different coloured clothes, he grabbed a pair of pants, a shirt, and a sweater, along with a big shirt for Gabe, as there were no children’s clothing in the small cramped space. </div>
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Jonas waked back to see Gabe, moving in his blue blanket, he took Gabe into his arms and brought him to the bathroom. He went through his memories after he realized that he still had some, and with that, he remembered how to get warm water into the bathtub. As he watched the water run, he wondered how his parents and friends were reacting to the new memories he released, had he made the wrong choice? No, he thought, as he remembered the colourless place that he had called his home for almost 11 years, where people could not feel anything. He turned the tap off as he realized that the tub was going to overflow, checking the temperature of the water to be sure that it wasn’t hot, but warm, he got in the tub with Gabe, clothes and all. At first, Jonas couldn’t feel anything, but as he stayed longer in the tub, it felt like huge needles were pressing against his skin, wrong choice, he thought as he hurried out of the water, gasping in pain. </div>
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Taking the now wakeful, crying Gabe he walked to the bedroom and wrapped himself and Gabe, in layers of blankets and clothes he could find. Gradually the cold seeped from his bones, and he was warm, something he felt he hadn’t felt for a lifetime. Jonas thought he never would experience it. When they were warm enough to walk, grudgingly he got up to get food, as he realized that he and Gabe hadn’t eaten for a long time. He opened a set of small doors that lead to a cold, cramped space, inside he found some cheese and a small loaf of bread. He took the cheese, cut it into small slices, and did the same for the bread and layered some cheese on top for Gabe. He took the thin slices of bread, and slowly fed them to Gabe, who chewed them greedily, after a few quick minutes the bread was all gone. He cut some bread and cheese for himself, the bread tasted stale and hard, and the cheese was no better, but it was still food, and he ate the rest of it, leaving some for tomorrow.</div>
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Walking back towards the bedroom he remembered the soft, warm bed, and wondered how long he has gone without proper sleep, without the interruptions by the buzzing of planes and the questions of how they would survive. He put Gabe down on the bed and laid beside him. Jonas’s mind was filled with thoughts, but eventually, he drifted off into a deep slumber.</div>
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The next morning, Jonas woke up to Gabe stiffly pushing Jonas’s arm with his own. Jonas looked down at the laughing, cheerful Gabe. Sighing groggily, he got up and headed towards the closet, he picked out some more clothes and layered them on top of his own, to the point it was almost hard to walk. Jonas did the same with Gabe, and went to the set of doors that held food, and packed most in a bag that he had also found in the same bedroom. Jonas took the last of the food from the small space and set it out on the desk, it was can, that read MEAN BEANS, he struggled to open it, but eventually, the tin lid came off. It revealed dark brown beans that didn’t look very old, he wondered how long-ago people lived here. Jonas mashed half of the beans and fed them to Gabe, who made a face, it must not taste very fresh, but it was all they had. He scooped out the rest of the beans and ate silently, they were cold against tongue, and it tasted metallic compared to the bread and cheese they had yesterday.</div>
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When he had finished, he took Gabe in his arms and a pair of long, thin boards that looked like it would be used for travelling in snow. Jonas put the boots on beside the foreign objects, and after a long time figured that attaching them to the shoes would help him go faster. The boots fastened surprisingly well to the long, thin boards, almost as if that was its purpose. He stiffly wrestled against the pull of the boards, and painfully slowly walked outside. Jonas looked around at the landscape surrounding him, he really looked, now that it was not something that was killing them. The sun reflected off the long pointy, icicles that hung from the trees like gold, translucent spikes, Gabe was also wide-eyed, staring at the objects. Reaching out he broke off two of them gave a small one to Gabe and took the bigger for himself. Jonas let himself imagine he was still a kid, although he was physical, mentally he had learned and grown a lot throughout this long, treacherous journey, as it gave him time to think. He stuck his tongue out and felt the cold, smoothness of the icicle, looking down he could see Gabe doing the same, but with wonder filling his eyes. Laughing, Jonas picked up the bag filled with food and put one foot in front of the other, gliding shakily across the smooth surface of the snow.</div>
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They had been walking, for what Jonas thought was three weeks, throughout most of the nights too. The landscape had flattened slightly, and the temperature was warm. Three weeks ago, in the cabin, Jonas had thought of going back to the city, now that he had given the memories, but he realized that he wanted Gabe to grow up in a place that wasn’t like his home, where they might possibly find a way to get another Receiver of Memories. Jonas wanted him to have the childhood he couldn’t, to be able to play in the woods, and not be blamed, and use words that might not fit the sentence, and to be allowed to different and unique. Overhead he saw large buildings, taller than the trees, and children running all around, sitting on object that swung them back and forth. Jonas couldn’t believe his eyes. There was a whole other village here! Cautiously he walked towards the communities the children stopped playing and pointed at them, saying, “Mommy! Mommy look! There are people!”.</div>
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Now, laying on the soft, warm bed the villagers provided him along with food, a house and some clothes, he thought that finally, maybe he could give Gabe the life he hadn’t gotten, filled with love, emotions, colour. Everything he didn’t have until the Giver came into his life.</div>
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Gabe was excited about his 12th birthday tomorrow, it seems so was his brother, Jonas. Before when he was younger he got toys, and baskets of candy, as Gabe had wanted, but this year he wanted something different. Gabe wanted to know where he was born and what his life was before Jonas brought them both here. When his brother was his age, he had realized that something was wrong with the community and fled, taking Gabe with him, and eventually after weeks of walking with little food, in the freezing weather, Jonas had found the village that Gabe had grown up in. Gabe knew that there were lots of things missing from the epic story his brother told him, it didn't make sense, his brother was not the type to flee, he was brave, and he would have helped instead of ran. He wanted Jonas to explain to him the whole story and not lie to him, even if it was the best for him.</div>
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"Come on this is the last one, you got this!" His friend Dorian yelled, he looked up just in time to see a baseball hurtling at him, at terrifying speeds. Gabe rose his bat and swung with all his strength. He had missed the ball entirely, hitting the air, and hearing a whoosh, instead of the satisfying crack of the ball against the bat. "Noooooo!" Dorian dramatically fell his knees as if he was wounded. The winning team just looked down at him and walked away talking to each other nonchalantly, Gabe caught someone saying, "Told you they would lose, especially with that one." Gabe didn't need to see to know that they were talking about him. Everyone knew that he was the worst baseball player around. However, they also knew that he was the fastest runner in the village, and could beat anyone, easily. This was the one advantage he had, that this year, might help him win the annual sports event. It was a tradition where, every willing child, competed in group, and individual sports, which this year were baseball, short distance running, soccer, ball throw, log run, and fencing. The ones who got into the top five were the ones who won at least 4 of the games. Gabe had been on the winning team for soccer and had the longest ball throw, but he did not win the long run, where you had to carry a log while running for 3 kilometres. The children never get massive logs, like the adults, but Gabe could not run 3 kilometres with extra weight, no matter how good he was at running.</div>
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The man had gloves, and a white mask on his face, he picked Gabe up “Hi, Gabriel, that’s what your name’s going to be! Now let’s see if you can stand yet,” his voice was sweet, almost childlike. The man placed him on a mat, and immediately he fell, his legs crumpling underneath him, like rubber. The man looked concerned “If you keep this up they might release you,” he said sadly. The man wrote something on a clipboard and turned the lights off, his shoes thudding across the ground.</div>
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Gabe woke up to the hollow sound of someone knocking on the cedar door of his room. He remembered his dream, he had had them for as far as he could remember. Gabe wasn’t sure what the glimpses were about, but he knew that it related to his past, and where he was born. Suddenly, Gabe remembered that it was his birthday. He rushed out of bed and ran to the living room where he found Jonas. A banner made said, ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY,’ Jonas had told him that back in their city, they didn’t have this stuff, the one thing he said about the city he was born in. Jonas smiled at him as Gabe set out a plate, “Your friends said that they would come at 2”. After begging Jonas to teach Gabe how to read time, he finally understood what the three digits meant. “Jonas, can I ask you something?” Gabe asked Jonas nodded hesitantly. “What’s release?”, Jonas’s face paled, “What do you mean?” He asked as if his face didn’t show he understood. “I know you understand what it means,” Gabe said trying to get the answer out of him, “Where did you hear this?” Jonas asked, trying to avoid the question, something he always did before he made his mind, not to give in. “I had a dream, but it seemed more real, and judging by your reaction, you know it too, so what is it?” Gabe tried not to raise his voice in frustration, but he was sure it showed on his face. Jonas’s face hardened, “It’s nothing you need to know about,” Gabe was frustrated with the cage that Jonas had put around him. He deserved to know the truth, but every other time he had asked, Jonas shut down, and didn’t reveal anything. “Yes, it is, you know where you were born, so why can’t I?” Gabe asked his voice rapidly rising, he knew he had a bad temper, but this time he couldn’t control it, and he knew he should before things go wrong. “That is exactly why, if I did, you would make a rash decision, and possibly go back to that city, that you will not want to go to,” Jonas’s voice was calm. Anyone who didn’t know him wouldn’t think he was mad, but this was his way of trying to calm down the situation when he was especially angry. "Your, friends are outside waiting for you, and you can stay out until 2, but you have to come back for your party. You can go hang out with your friends now if you want, or you can just sit here trying to argue with me," that wasn't a question, it was a command. "Fine, I will!" Gabe sighed and walked out the door. </div>
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Precisely as Jonas had said, his friends were outside tossing a baseball back and forth. “Hey, I’ll catch up with you later, I just need to check something,” Gabe said, “Sure, meet us at the lake, by rope swing!” They called as they raced to the lake. Gabe waved at them, and turned towards the path that led to the library, he was going to find out where he was from, and when he did, he would find his parents; his real family.</div>
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I woke up to the warm buttery smell of sticky rice, and the sounds of our small village in North Vietnam, I felt the sun drenching me from head to toe; today is my 22nd birthday. A big day because I have finally proven to my father that I can take over the fishing business. Slowly and groggily I swing my legs out from the soft, bumpy bed longing for more sleep. I heard my wife Chi humming as she cooked, her dark brown bangs covering her eyes. She looked up from the pot and saw me and smiled although it was strained. “Morning, I knew you were up last night helping your dad, so I thought you needed something extra for today because you’re usually grumpy without a good breakfast.” Laughing, I take the steaming bowl from her hand, yellows, reds, and whites cover the delicate, blue clay bowl. Dipping my chopsticks into the rice, I take a bite, and I’m instantly warm, “I heard, that they are now sending a draft for the war,” she said. Now I know why her smile was strained, all the warmth leeches out of me. “M-m-maybe we can try saying that you have a health condition?” she said trying to find a way out, but it most likely won’t work. I heard a soft, high-pitched voice, “Mom?” Hoa, who was now getting better and better at talking looked wide-eyed at her mom. For a second, I could swear that on her tiny flushed face there was recognition and terror, but she can’t understand what’s happening right now at this young of an age. She waddled eagerly towards Chi, almost tripping in the process. When she reached her, she instantly clung to her leg. Chi bent down and took Hao into her arms, “Do you want some mango sweetie?” Hao enthusiastically nodded. While she fed Hao some of the sweet fruit, I told her that we could talk about what we could do with the draft later and that I had to get to work. I came back from work, dripping in sweat, and I found my wife staring at a piece of paper, her face lost all its blood. She looked up, and her face crumbled, her mouth contorted to an anguished look. Silently I walk up to her, “What is that?” Gradually she handed me the crisp, white piece of paper. In the letter there was a bunch of nonsense I didn’t have the time to go over, I skimmed over the message, and I saw the words that knocked all air out of my chest. I was selected for the war. I am not prepared for this; I thought as I said my final goodbyes to the last of my friends, as they leave our house. I look up to find Chi staring at me, her eyes wet. I see Hoa beside her, hands stretched out, staring at me. I pick her up, and pretended to take her nose, “I got your nose!” I said, and she squealed with a mixture of delight and horror. I look to Chi, “I will come back” I say, she gave me a curt nod and glances at my things. I gave Hoa her nose back and hugged Chi. I pause at the doorway of the house that I have made many memories, Hoa’s first birthday, celebrations, the house that has given me not only shelter but a place to create new memories. I glance back one more time, and then I’m on my way to a war caused by disputes between North and South Vietnam for control. A fight, I could not agree with.<br />
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When we arrived at our base in the jungle, I was dripping with sweat. The air was damp and hot against my skin, and it smelled putrid, and salty like nobody’s bathed in a long time. We scrambled out of the vehicle. I am wearing all black, pants, shirt, everything. We don’t have much money for this war, and you can see from our guns, they’re cheap things, some are even from America, and others, we scrounged up from the WWI. I hold mine firmly, looking around me, the thing is, the Americans think we have an advantage. They think because we live near the jungle we aren’t afraid and know every part. It isn’t true, but, this could help us gain the upper hand in this war. Everyone around me is exploring our ‘home-made’ camp. They look more relaxed than I ever could be; they all think this war is for good. All I want is independence, and to be free from all of this, and to have a safe place to grow my family. They called our group later than the others. I still haven’t had the time to send a letter to my family, and I can imagine how worried they would be. I know because I had the experience too, my grandfather, joined the war. He was the father figure in my life since my dad wasn’t there, my mother never told me what happened; I didn’t want to push. I remember waiting every day for my grandpa to return, clinging to the tree outside our house. One day, when the war ended, I remember my mom getting a letter. I looked outside, everywhere for my grandfather, but he wasn’t there. I thought he left me, but as I grew older, I knew he died. I have to get back, and I will, but I was never prepared for this, it was my brother, always my brother who was better prepared for the war, even my grandpa said so. Although I know I am not as tough as my brother; I do know that I am reasonably smart. I hope that’s enough to get me through this war. The new friend I made, Bao, comes up to me as we order ourselves into line to listen to what our group leader has to say, “I wonder if we are going to go underground? I hope not; this hair can’t take any more damage”, he says, trying to lighten the dreadful mood of the camp. I give him a strained smile; I know that he also wasn’t made for the war, although, I guess nobody is. “Yeah, and imagine the stink then” I reply. I didn’t want to imagine the stink; it was bad enough right now. “For all of you wondering, no, we are not going underground, for now, we will stay up here,” our group leader says, “It’s too crowded down there” he adds to himself, and a few people that heard, chuckled. I was heading to our shared tent when I heard a rustle in the woods. I don’t know much about the forest, despite what most think, but I do know that the tigers and predators here, are not like the ones in the cartoons who help or sing along with you. I strained to listen for the rustling again, but all I could hear was the cacophony of birds and the patter of light rain against the lush green leaves of our surroundings. I enter our tent and change into something more comfortable for sleep. I hit the rough, pokey cot with a thud, and within a few minutes, sleep overcame me. </div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">As I saunter along the path, gun lowered, I calm my breaths and go over our conversation. I realized that he hadn’t been judgemental of my opinions as I had his, and I instantly regret yelling at the only person who was kind enough to come up to me, even when I wasn’t looking for a friend in the war. In front of me, I saw deer, so graceful, and calm, in contrast to the war. I realized that this gentle creature would most likely die because of this war, that it had nothing to do with. A branch snapped underneath my boots, and the deer quickly turned it’s head to me, and when our eyes locked, my breath sputtered, its whole face was covered in blood, although, from what I could see it was not injured. Before I could step towards it, the deer gracefully fled. As I followed its path, I saw something else that locked my interest. It was a man, but not just a man, it was an American soldier. He was wearing a uniform of greens, and brown, and a cloth tied around the top of his head to collect the sweat dripping down to his eyes, although, it wasn’t beneficial. I knew I should run or at the very least, be afraid, but unlike any other soldier I’ve seen, he didn’t look like he wanted to be in the war either. At that moment, I saw movement, something heading right for me, but I was too captured with the shared moment with an enemy who seemed to feel like I did. As I look down, my heart stops.The loud songs of the birds and animals woke me up, and I realized, that I was in a pool of rainwater, in fact, I was soaked, as the tent wasn’t very good. Shivering, I change into my uniform of black, the other clothes clinging to me with the water. I turn to see Bao behind me, already dressed and ready to go, but from the look on his face, I could see he wasn’t as lucky as me to have a good rest. Sleeping in the jungle is hard, mainly because of the heat, but also because of the sounds, and our fear of the predators. Even though he is tired, he smiles at me. I file out of the tent with him and line up for the announcement. As our commandant gives us directions, I ask him what I have been wondering for days, “Do you believe this war is good?” I hope his answer is like mine. Eyes lighting up, which I now knew was a sign it was going to be a very passionate argument. He says, “Yes I think it is, because when we are all united, everyone will be equal, and the conflict between people will be over in our nation, while others are still divided.” “Oh,” was all I could say, “Do you think that all these lives we are spending are worth that?” I ask again. He looks at me quizzically, as if I have said something entirely foreign to him, “Well, I’ve never thought of that before…,” I wonder how he hasn’t. Before I could comment on that, he speaks, “Actually, I think it is because we all have to make sacrifices, to give a better future for others”. I lose it there, “Are you serious?! Children are dying because of this war, I mean, your family might even be dying, and you still think this is for good?!” I blast out, his eyes harden, and instantly I am afraid, he was never angry or lost his cool before. However, for some reason I feel like I don’t want to know him when he is angry, “I think you should go take a walk to cool off,” he says in a cold voice, I nod reluctantly and turn towards the path beside me. </span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16197751546217613535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679433335900138249.post-1640539127582124062016-03-06T20:56:00.003-06:002016-03-06T20:56:48.568-06:00Baking Blue Berry Muffins !!Hey!!<br />
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So, on Friday, right after school, my mom and I went shopping to get some ingredients for the delicious muffins we were going to make. Here's what we needed...<br />
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1/2 cup of flour<br />
3/4 cup of sugar<br />
2 tsp of baking powder<br />
1/2 tsp of salt<br />
1/3 cup of vegetable oil<br />
1 egg<br />
1 cup of milk<br />
2 tsp of vanilla extract<br />
Blue berries!!<br />
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Eggs<br />
Fruit<br />
Whipped Cream<br />
2 Cake Mix Packets<br />
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Now, you must be wondering why we bought the fruit and other stuff right? Well, I wasn't the only one on a mission. My sister was determined to make truffles all by her self. If I'm not mistaken, I'm pretty sure she is writing a post about her truffles too. <a href="http://www.cyberslk.net/2016/03/how-to-make-truffles.html" target="_blank">Oh yeah here's the link if you want to check that out ww.cyberslk.net/2016/03/how-to-make-truffles.html</a><br />
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Anyhow, the recipe I mentioned above only made 8 muffins so we tripled the recipe ;D. I would finish 8 muffins in 2 seconds! :D<br />
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So, I got right down to business. I first washed my hands, very VERY thoroughly. I mean, I'm not a germaphobe or anything, but my mom INSISTED, so I complied.<br />
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Anyway, then I preheated out oven to 400 degrees.<br />
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Next, I mixed all of the dry ingredients (the flour, sugar, baking powder and salt) with a hand mixer, or basically anything you can mix things with :D.<br />
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Then, I mixed all of the wet ingredients in a SEPARATE bowl. Notice the emphasis on SEPARATE. I actually don't know what would happen if you mixed the wet ingredients into the dry, but the recipe said to separate them at first, so that's what I did.<br />
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After mixing all of the wet ingredients thoroughly, I added them to the dry ingredients. I guess separating the two would probably help mix the ingredients properly.<br />
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When you mix the dry and the wet ingredients DO NOT over mix. This will make your muffins SUPER hard and crunchy; definitely not what you want in a muffin!<br />
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So, after mixing the wet and the dry, you can add the blue berries into the batter. Make sure you don't squish the poor blue berries while you are mixing them in!<br />
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After you think the blue berries are mixed into the batter properly, take a muffin tray and lay out the muffin cups. leave a few of the muffin holder thingies empty so you can pour water into it, to make the muffins nice and moist.<br />
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The muffins won't taste the best when they are hot, since the blue berries will taste like lava. So be patient and let it cool! I was too eager to eat them and found that it tasted horrid! I was honestly thinking of throwing them out, but I left it for Saturday, in case I was really desperate for a snack.<br />
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It turned out after it was cooled, it tasted AMAZING!!<br />
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Do try this recipe, the batter is absolutely DELICIOUS!<br />
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I ate three whole muffins today! I better go and work of all of the calories I gained!<br />
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Wait for my next post!<br />
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PS. I'm so so so so sorry about not writing for a few days! I had two exams this week so I had to STUDY,STUDY,STUDY!! Actually I didn't study all day, but I also had a piano recital and was practising for that too!<br />
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PPS. Did you notice how many times I said "thoroughly"? I sound very professional :D...not!<br />
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PPPS. Sorry about all of these post scripts :D, but if you ave nay questions about the recipe or just feel like commenting, please leave a comment below!දිනිතියි මිතිලියි....http://www.blogger.com/profile/08556226891008527010noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679433335900138249.post-57288524133622638382016-03-06T20:55:00.002-06:002016-03-06T20:55:56.958-06:00How to make Truffles<h2>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16197751546217613535noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679433335900138249.post-27384192249136043222016-03-01T20:19:00.000-06:002016-03-01T20:19:01.719-06:00Long Time, No Posts!!Hey,<br />
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I'm really sorry about not writing for this week! I had a lot of things to do!<br />
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Since I posted on Monday, I won't describe that day :D but in this post, I will cover most of the things I did throughout this week.<br />
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Okay so lets start with Tuesday. On Tuesday, I spent the WHOLE day preparing for the Math Contest that was coming up. It was fun and stressful, since I wan't a 100 percent sure of all the question that would be on the test. So I prepared for every possibility. Well, probably not EVERY possibility...but still! I slept at around 11 o clock that day...I think ;D.<br />
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Then, on Wednesday, I had the Math Contest on period 3. I was very VERY stressed! I think that probably messed me up a bit. There were about 8 people writing the test. Once the clock started, the time literally flew by! There were a few questions I didn't understand so, I skipped them. Then when the time was up, I handed my paper in. Only, after handing it in, did I realize that I FORGOT to answer the questions I skipped!!! So I spent the rest of the day stressing about the test. And I also, decided to get a few more volunteer hours.I volunteered to help out at the curling rink. There was a big game going that day! I was very excited!! I already have 180 hours, from volunteering at the community pool for the WHOLE summer! It was VERY fun!!!<br />
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On Thursday, I worked on the science project I was talking about a few posts ago. One of my very best friends and I were partners for this project. There are 23 people in my class so, there were two people that chose to be by themselves, since it was a choice of individual or two people group. My partner and I wanted to make something that didn't use syringes, because it was very inconvenient and we also wanted to beat these two other people, that stole our first idea. After a lot of trial and error, we managed to get the engine of our boat to work! It was A LOT of work, i tell you! A LOT!!! We were so happy!! After that, my friend stayed at our house for a few more minute, by which time, we had played three songs on Just Dance 2014. It was fun, but VERY exhausting!!<br />
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Only after noon did I realize that I had a piano recital, just a few minutes before I agreed to volunteer at the curling rink. So, right after school, I sprinted my way home, grabbed an apple and my mom quickly drove me to the church. I was hoping since I was in a hurry, that I will be done soon, but it took longer than I hoped it would. So, by the time I was home, I had to meet my friend at the rink, because we were both volunteering, since they needed two people. I was hoping the apple would last until 7:30, but fortunately, my mom gave me some money, so I could buy some food from the rink. \<br />
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We were a bit early, well...I mean, we were a few seconds early...but still!! They people doing their shift before us got up as soon as were came through the doors, but we went straight to the rink to watch and cheer on our team. After about 60, seconds, our shift begun. When, my ELA, Health and Phys. Ed teacher ( who asked me about volunteering) came out, she bought us two cookies and told us what to do. She is so sweet! And the cookies were AMAZING! I decided to buy 2 more of those DELICIOUS cookies and some poutine (which is fries with gravy) . In the end, I felt like puking because there was WAY too much gravy on my fries. So, I ended up throwing away some of the poutine.<br />
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After our shift was done, I sent my dad a message saying I was done, and went into watch the game. They had lost their first game BY 1!!! They are AMAZING, but I guess today wasn't their day. Halfway through the second game, my dad said he was outside. So I told, my friend to keep me updated on the game and I went home with my dad. In the end, THEY WON!!!! This meant that they were going to PROVINCIALS!! I was so excited for them!! So I congratulated them! They were very happy! So was I!! After all of that, when I got, home, we decided to watch a movie. It was a very exhausting day!!<br />
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Then on Saturday. I mainly slept, because on Thursday, I stayed up until 12:30 trying to fix up the engine and then I had stayed up a little past 12 on Friday night as well. So I slept until about 10 am. After I woke up, I made breakfast for my sister and I and begun to work on some homework. I had to study for the science test, finish my CAD assignment, finish my french assignment, study for social and finish my health newspaper article. I know that sounds like a lot, but I managed to finish studying almost halfway through the day, so I finished my newspaper article and then my french. I decided to leave the CAD and the social for Monday.<br />
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On Sunday, my friend came over to my house to finish up our project. We took a long time deciding on the color that we wanted to paint the boat. Then, once we finally decided, it didn't look too pleasing to the eye, so we covered it up with tin foil, which seemed to work....until we put it in water! As soon as the boat made contact with the water, it began to leak, so we fixed that up and left it to dry.<br />
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Then today, nothing out of the ordinary happened. The most exciting this that happened was that we began the badminton until in Phys. Ed. It was fun, but we only got to play badminton for a few minutes, since people kept talking and the teacher had to stop and explain everything OVER and Over gain. I was very frustrated with those people!!!<br />
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After Phys. Ed, I walked home with my other best friend. It was quite cold out today; -29. I was hoping it would be warm today since it was warm on Friday and Saturday; +6. But my hopes were crushed. Anyway, I ate rice and a few peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Then I went downstairs to work out for a few minutes. i ended up watching this TV show called Forensic Files and burning 410 calories. It was fun.<br />
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Then I started to work on my CAD, which I just finished a few minutes ago. I left the social for tomorrow<br />
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Right now, my back is Burning from sitting in this position for a VERY long time. So I think I'm going to finish this post up and go to sleep.<br />
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Catch you later!<br />
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First of all I want you to know I won't usually write on Saturdays and Sundays.</div>
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Almost the entire day was burned up from me researching for an idea for my science project. I had to make a toy that only uses Pneumatic and/or Hydraulic systems. I also wanted to get a really high mark on it. So, I needed a really complex machine. </div>
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First I looked at at steam engines. Well, the very first thing I did was stare at my computer without a clue :D. Then, I started to look at steam engines. After looking at various models of the steam engine, I finally admitted that this was just a bit too complex. So, then I looked through the Internet for about 3 hours searching for another idea. </div>
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It took me about 3 and a half hours to finally find an idea. I found this boat that worked with the power of steam. </div>
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Then, once I was done searching for ideas, (by the way my dad was helping me find and idea as well :D) I had to clean all of upstairs. My sister didn't do any of it because she was "studying". </div>
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Anyway, once I was done, my dad told us to prepare some songs that we could sing to the seniors. We've done this once before, in December. So we decided to do that.</div>
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We practised the song called Falling in Love by Elvis Presley. Then, we recorded it. The bad thing was that we had to get into our "formal" clothes to make the video portion. This took us about half an hour, by which time, my mom was making supper. I really wanted to help. So, as soon as I was done getting ready, I went downstairs to help. Then, my dad said that we could do it tomorrow instead, because we had to watch a movie after. </div>
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So, once we had supper, we showered and went down stairs to watch this movie called Snowtime. </div>
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It began pretty good, but then slowly decreased interest. It was basically about a group of little kids having a snowball fight. I recalled watching a movie similar to this in French class, back in Ontario. Although that movie had a way better plot line that this movie. </div>
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It was around 2 when we were finished watching the movie. I had started a bit of the post before the movie but never got to finish. So here I am writing to you guys after a WHOLE day!</div>
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I'm so so so sorry about delaying the post, but I don't think I could have written a proper post yesterday, or today morning I guess :D. </div>
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Okay so I think I'm going to combine the post for today and yesterday because today is almost done.</div>
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So today, my dad forced us out of bed to talk to our grad parents and aunt. They spoke in our language, which, to be honest I find difficult to pronounce. Anyway, we had a decent conversation, with the basics; how are you, when are you coming back to visit, what did you eat, how's school and are you studying. After this conversation, I sat down on the sofa and napped for a bit.</div>
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Then, my dad said I HAD to eat. He made milk rice. It's usually a favourite of mine, but I really didn't feel like eating right at the moment. But since my dad insisted, I ate. It was pretty good.</div>
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Then, I got right to work. I had a math contest in a few days. You would know this if you read m earlier posts. But anyway, I started to study for it, doing a couple of the practice math tests. I fully regret not studying a bit earlier because I keep getting the same kind of questions wrong. So I kept practising. </div>
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When I finally stopped, I went over to my mom. As soon as I did, she told me to talk to my other aunt. She was very nice and gave me some tips to keep acne off my face, the she phoned again, when I wasn't at home. So my mom said to call and thank her. So I did. She is VERY nice! After I was done talking to her, I sat on the sofa and read. </div>
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The day practically flew by! After I read, I practised my Piano and sax pieces. By the way, I have a red saxophone. I just wanted to tell you that because all of my friends think it's cool. B)</div>
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Then, I took a shower and ate a hot dog and a full bowl of ice cream. I really need to cut down on the food I'm eating! Anyhow, now here I am writing a recap post.</div>
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I happy and sad to inform that Sunday was the last day of winter break. Yes. I was on break. I wasn't skipping school, or anything, to write to you guys :D. Even though, I will still wrote to you guys every day (except weekends).</div>
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And today was a normal school day. We had Band for first period; Math for second; English, for third; Health, Science and Phys. Ed followed after lunch.</div>
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I have to go and study for that Math Contest that's coming up really quick! </div>
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So catch you later! <br />
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Today's time was burned up from reading, playing piano, napping, practising math problems, and booking hotels for the Spring Break. </div>
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I guess today was a pretty good day. I'm pretty sure my <a href="http://www.cyberslk.net/2013/03/my-teacher-msmuir-and-muriland.html" target="_blank">awesome Grade 5 teacher</a> would hate this post because I said today was "good" and she HATES that, because it doesn't describe or give any information about the day! Anyway, I started the day with checking the blog, as usual (it's turned into a routine now :D). </div>
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Then I refreshed and got right to business. I had a ton of things to get done today (Well probably not a ton. But still!) I had to study and practice extra math problems, read (I really didn't HAVE to do this but I did anyway :D), practice my saxophone and piano pieces for Music Festival and nap ;). So, I started with math problems because those were the most important, because the math contest was coming up in a few days. My principal arranged this math contest. There were about 40 questions and you have to get as many as possible done ASAP. So, I began my brain training. I did multiple of those practice tests, that my awesome principal gave me. This was very helpful! He is really awesome!! After doing a ton of these, my brain needed a break, so I decided to read. I read for a few minutes and my head started to hurt. So I took a mini nap.</div>
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After this, my dad and mom began to look at hotels that we could go to over the Spring Break. Then, since I thought this was cool, I came to give out my opinion. And this dragged my sister into it as well. In fact, they are still looking at hotels right now; I think :D. But I came to write to you guys! </div>
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My mom just told me to go to bed and I'm feeling a bit sleepy myself so, I think I'm going to bed now :D.</div>
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Stay tuned for more!!<br />
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Here's an audio track of the post. I made a few changes in the audio compare to the post, see if you can spot those and comment!! Lets see who can spot the most!! And if you were wondering, the background music is <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YQLqu-ThMOY" target="_blank">Ed Sheeran's Thinking Out Loud</a>, if you haven't already listened to it, you should!! </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08993908950545501977noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679433335900138249.post-2257188500215108842016-02-18T22:15:00.001-06:002016-02-18T22:15:50.976-06:00The White Abyss, Gastritis and the ClinicHey,<br />
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Today, I was feeling nauseous all day...almost. When I woke up, I found my dad left to get his SUV checked up (there is a post on that in the post <a href="http://www.cyberslk.net/2016/02/shopping-haircuts-and-snowstorms.html">Shopping, Haircuts and Snowstorms</a>). Instead of waking up right away, I decided to check the blog to see how it was doing and if there were any comments. To my surprise, there was one comment! I quickly replied to it and almost as soon as I was finished, I heard my mom call us. So I ran upstairs to meet her! As soon as I made it upstairs, she told us to get ready. I knew why; we had a check up with our family doctor.<br />
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So we refreshed, did our hair and made our way downstairs. I was a bit slow today, because I kept feeling queasy. When I told my mom this, she gave me some medicine that should have helped; only it didn't...at least not to the extent that I noticed a change. So she told me it must be Gastritis, when the stomach acids splash into the esophagus... I think (if you want to learn more about Gastritis, then I'm pretty sure my dad has a post on it. His blog is http://www.nursinglk.com/). Anyway, the best cure for this was to eat. And the worst part was, when you have it the last thing you want to do is eat. So, I forced myself to eat something. I'm pretty certain it helped, because the queasiness vanished, in mere minutes. <br />
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Then, my dad arrived. So we made him eat an early lunch. Then, we made our way to the SUV and got on the road. It was a warm day out; 0 degrees. The air felt nice too, not too humid; not too dry. Once we were on the road, I was getting ready for a normal 45 minute drive. Only, almost 15 minutes after we got on the road, a very thick blanket fog blinds us. The worst part is that the snow on the ground, which is also white, makes it seem like we were entering a white abyss. It was a very weird and cool feeling. Although, I admit, driving will be a whole other story, considering you could only see a few meters ahead. <br />
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Once we safely arrived at the clinic, we had to wait almost a full hour until the doctor arrived. I guess it was a busy day. Once she finally arrived, we got our check up and we were out of the clinic in less than 30 minutes. She is a very nice and smart doctor though.<br />
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Then, on the way back the same fog had settled around us. It was only after about 30 minutes that the fog lifted and we could see clearly. At this point, I had been getting bits of queasiness, so I decided to stare at the horizon, which is supposed to stop the queasiness feeling. I guess it helped a little, but my nauseousness did not completely disappear.<br />
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When we made it home, I decided to limit all physical activity, because that seem to make my nauseousness worse. So I draped myself over the couch and read my book for about 2 hours. I'm pretty sure the most I'm supposed to read is 30 minutes, but I made an exception today. What's one day of extreme reading going to do to my eyes anyway?<br />
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About 30 minutes ago, we ate supper. About 10 minutes ago, my mom insisted I sleep, but I had to write to you guys. Now my nauseousness is coming back. I think I'm going to sleep and see if that helps.<br />
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Catch you later!<br />
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“Kylie! Look! You see that little tiny one?!”
“Yah! It is so tiny!” Kylie said back
“That is because she is a newborn!” Amelie exclaimed
“Wow” Kylie whispered. They stared at the newborn in awe, as they stared,time flew past really fast, by the time they went home, it was already dark.</span></span></div>
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“AHH! What was that?!”, it was the howl of a wolf. She had woken up to the howl and realized she had the same dream she had two days earlier (the one where there was whales, seagull), “Okay then...”, Amelie said while yawning, and she slowly went to sleep.</span></span></div>
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“Huh? What happened? Where am I?!” Amelie said to herself, then it hit her, she became lost while she was walking to school. “GGGRRRR!!!!” that was Amelie’s stomach, she had to get food soon, otherwise she would die from food deprivation.</span></span></div>
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“Are you lost?” Amelie said, the deer swayed it’s head side to side like it knew what Amelie was saying. “Oh, because I am lost”, and the deer nosed the ground as if it was pitying for her. A strong gust of wind blew, and the deer ran away. “That was strange” Amelie said as she set up her cobweb bed, and climbed into it.</span></span></div>
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I'm doing a very early post today because I'm feeling very bored today. </div>
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For some odd reason, I decided to wake up at around 8:50 in the morning even though it was the break. Then I had breakfast, which was extremely unhealthy, a hot dog. My mom was very displeased but she let me have it anyway as a one time thing. So I did. It was pretty good, although to be honest, I didn't fully taste it. I guess my senses were still asleep.</div>
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Then, I refreshed and began the day. First thing I did was play piano. In March there is a major recital called the Music Festival that I am a part of, for both piano and saxophone. So, I decided to practice my pieces. I played the piano for about an hour, drilling sections of the music to get it perfect. Then, I practised my saxophone pieces. My solo was pretty difficult because it has very high notes, which needs a lot of air. I played saxophone for another half hour and then I began my daily ritual of looking for food. Even if I'm not hungry, I NEED something to munch on! It's a terrible habit! I'm trying my best to slow and eventually stop it :) That may take time...</div>
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Anyhow, after looking around, I didn't find anything I wanted. (This is also a problem because I have so many cravings that I can't find one thing that I want!) So I decided to bother my mom and ask her to make something to eat. She agreed. We ended up making Mango Bubble Tea. It was AMAZING! If you want the recipe, just ask in the comments!</div>
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After that , I was very full! Let me tell you those drinks fill you right up! I honestly thought I wouldn't be able to eat supper, never mind lunch! In any case, I dragged myself to the study room to work on some homework. And by the way I think my computer will survive!! I only found this out after 5:30, so I didn't get a chance to work on CAD or French. So I just gaze aimlessly at my wall trying to think of something to do. When my mom finally told me to do some math. Yeah I was doing math over the break. It actually gets your brain working. This was good because now I had something to do for at least another hour. </div>
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When I finished with the math, I decided to fill out the badminton forms. It took me only about 10 minutes and I was done. I was hoping I would take a little longer than that! Sadly for me, it didn't. </div>
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So now I had to find something to do.</div>
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Then I began to read this book called Shopaholic to the Rescue. I know the title sounds really cheesy and kid like, but the book had nothing that kids would read. It was about this girl, loosing her dad and her best friends husband at the same time. They end up going on a road trip trying to track down the two men. The story has way more to it than that, but it's too much for my sore thumbs to type. So just comment below if you want me to tell you more. </div>
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I read the book until right now, or when I started this post, I guess. I think this actually took me about half an hour to type up! Wow! I type slow!</div>
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Oh well...my thumbs are still numb. I'm going to try to put a heat pad on them to see if that works. </div>
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Talk to you later! </div>
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Since it was break, I woke up at around 9:15. First things I did was check the blog to make sure people were still coming! And I was not disappointed! Thanks for those of you visiting almost every day! </div>
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Anyway, after waking up, I ate a piece of toast with peanut butter and honey. I t was delicious! You should try it sometime if you get the chance! So after eating, I went upstairs to refresh. After that, I changed my clothes and put my hair up. It was quite a time consuming process since, I couldn't get my bang to work with me! I was extremely frustrated! But fortunately, I eventually got it together and found a hairstyle that worked...at least temporarily. </div>
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Now you must be wondering where the nail polish and Computers part comes into this post. Well, it started like this...</div>
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After we refreshed and were ready, we decided to paint our nails; we being my sister and I. I found this gorgeous dark blue polish that I've never used before, so I decided to give it a try. It turned out pretty well if I should say. It was a whole other story for my sister. She was trying this beautiful dark red colour, but wasn't quite painting on the nail, if you know what I mean. To be honest I'm not much better. The trick is to leave it until it dries and then take off all of the polish that you smeared on your finger. Anyhow, since she definitely wouldn't be able to do her right hand (she's right handed by the way) she asked me to help her. Since I was feeling very generous and kind today, I agreed. Only after I started, she started to complain that the paint was just a bit off the nail. I explained to her that she could fix it after I was done doing her nails. Sadly for me, a few seconds after I finished painting, I watched as all of my hard work got wiped on a tissue paper. It was almost heart breaking! After seeing that, I was very frustrated and angry with her that I told her to do it by herself and stomped my way down the stairs and into our study room to get some homework done. I started with CAD 20, and then went to French. I'm not going to explain why I do this course on this post because it is irrelevant to the story I'm telling you. If you are curious, just post a comment and I will be happy to explain. </div>
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Guess what? I was wrong! After a few minutes of working, I had to type numbers, for some reason that I can't quite recall. When I types the number 5, it kept repeating itself without my doing anything. This got my heart beating. I could literally feel it beating, like it was trying to beat it's way out. So, I tried everything that seemed logical. I turned off my computer and turned it back on, blew hot air into the key slot, tried to stick a bit of Kleenex into the slot; but nothing seemed to work. So I decided to ask the Internet for help. I watched a video and I said to turn off the computer immediately after the spill...well too late for that! But I shut it down and unplugged the charger. Then it said to flip the computer upside down or to the side. Which I did. The next step involved a lot of patience. It <br />
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Then he told me how to clean it. He was pretty mad. I could understand this because he had paid for the computer and let me tell you, it was very expensive. Over a thousand dollars! I felt very guilty! But I couldn't do anything to make it better. So when my dad came, he quickly did the same things I had done. He yelled at me for a bit, but I guess I deserved that! </div>
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The sentence that he said that finally calmed my very loud heart was "...it should be fine. I think the acetone will evaporate with the heat." Then he went on to saying something about being more careful around things, but I didn't hear most of it because I was doing my happy dance in my head. </div>
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Then the sentence "...but it might not be okay if the acetone settled in between the two layers.", killed my happy mood. Then my heart literally skipped a beat. </div>
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So now here I am writing to you guys through the Blogger app on my phone. That's not very unusual since I always write through my phone, but the fact that it was the only major thing that happened today is weird. </div>
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Today, I woke up at around 9:15 in the morning. When I looked through my blog posts, I realized that one of them was missing! I had a mini heart attack right there on the spot! So I quickly revised and republished the post! If you were wondering it was the Shopping, Snowstorms and Haircuts. I received my first comment after about a year!! You know who you are!! Thank you so much!</div>
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Anyway, after that, I got up , ate a blue berry muffin, and began to clean the house. I was assigned the top floor. The WHOLE top floor, while my sister only had to clean the study room! Life is so unfair! It took me about an hour to clean! To make it a better experience, I played some really good music! </div>
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After cleaning, we had to eat lunch. It was rice, Brussels sprouts and fried fish. To be honest, I did not like it very much. Especially because of he Brussels sprouts. I hate Brussels sprouts!! But, after lunch, I had another one of those delicious Kent mangoes. I could say I had a pretty well rounded meal.</div>
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When my mom came home from work, we decided to bake. So we made cookies and Ginger/ Honey pudding. Both were very tasty in the end. </div>
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After those delicious treats, my dad decided it was time we did a video for our YouTube channel called the Raindrops. Here's the lin<a href="https://www.youtube.com/user/THERaindropsChannel" target="_blank">k: https://www.youtube.com/user/THERaindropsChannel</a>. You should definitely check it out! If there is a song or dance that you think we should do, just comment to this post and we will see what we can do!!</div>
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Anyway, we decided to dance. I hadn't danced, without pre planned moves, for a very long time that I almost forgot how to do it! But fortunately for me, after a few practice sessions, I got the hang of it again! I think we're going to publish those videos tomorrow. </div>
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After the exhausting dance session, we had to eat supper. I was looking forward to eating supper because it was supposed to be salad. I came running up the stairs in my giddy mood; to find my mom serving rice. I was so mad that I asked her why we weren't eating salad in a very angry tone. She simply said we were going to have salad tomorrow for lunch. I was overwhelmed with anger I couldn't speak any more! Instead of replying to her statement, a stomped my way to the couch and sat down. My anger eventually fuelled out and I was eating yet another plate of Brussels sprouts and rice. I hated this meal!!</div>
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Thanks for reading this! Look for my next post tomorrow! I will be doing a post everyday around the same time. So visit frequently! </div>
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I just want to thank the people who are reading this right now. I'm hoping to do at least one post per day. So visit frequently! </div>
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Anyhow, today, I was awake at about 9 am. We were originally supposed to have today as a relaxation day, but as soon as my dad woke up, the only thing he wanted to do was go somewhere. </div>
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Throughout the whole ride, the sun was shining directly in my eyes. It was so painful, but I managed to block it out by using my mom's scarf. To be honest, the ride was without any problems or fun. I was bored by the first hour. For most of the ride, we just talked amongst each other, and ate food. My favourite part was the food. If you can't tell already, I love food.</div>
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Once I got tired of swinging, I started to inspect the trees to find the most suitable one to climb. I decided a tree close to where my mom was sitting was the best. I'm skilled at climbing, with running shoes, but with boots, it's a whole other story! I almost slipped off the trunk of the tree that I was standing on for support! After that ordeal, I gave up on climbing trees. </div>
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Almost at the same time, my sister got of the swings. We needed something to do. So we decided to try walking across the frozen lake. I was the first to go! I'm pretty proud of myself! Beside me, once they caught up, was my dad and sister. My mom didn't like the idea of walking across the ice that could break at any time and stayed behind. She could be the lifesaver if one of us happen to break through the ice. My dad and I made it safely to the middle area of the river, but my sister went back to grab her snow pants and her beloved stick. She loves sticks. Sadly for her, we decided it was a waste of time to go back to our car to get her snow pants. So, she grabbed her stick and carefully made her way towards us. When she finally made it, she stuck the stick where we were standing as a flag. After that, my mom snapped some pictures of us and we made our way back to solid ground. <br />
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Then, we drank some of my mom's delicious lemonade and drove to the Moose Jaw city, where we shopped around for a few minutes. Sadly, there was nothing to buy. So, we set our GPS to our house and got ready for yet another long and boring ride. On the way back, I slept. When I woke up, we had about 45 more minutes until we were home, so I decided to play on my phone. My mom showed me this game called Solitaire that I was addicted to for almost half the ride. When I was bored with the game, I went on to the one of other games I have on my phone. I played that and listened and sang along with the radio. </div>
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Finally, when we arrived at home, my mom quickly made us supper. It was rice with fish. It was pretty good. For dessert, we had mangoes. Let me tell you, those fruits are one of the best. If you haven't tried Kent mangoes, you should definitely try them!</div>
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After eating, my sister and I went downstairs and played Just Dance until my mom told us to go to bed. I told her that I had to write to you guys, so she made an exception. </div>
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At around 10:30, my sister and I woke up. As soon as we were in the living room, my mom said to quickly eat breakfast and get ready. I was extremely confused, because, it seems my brain was not quite awake yet! So, I asked her why. Her reply was that we had to go to the city. Now, my brain suddenly awakens and commands me to be excited. I was quite excited, to be honest! This was because, I was getting my haircut today!! I had been counting down the days until this day! </div>
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After eating breakfast, I quickly got dressed, while yelling at my sister to pick up the pace. She is <i>very</i> slow, when it comes to doing anything in the mornings, because she always jokes around. When we were finally dressed and ready to go, I ran (probably not the best idea, since there was a lot of ice), to the car, calling shotgun, to get the front passenger seat. I did, if you were wondering. Since, everyone else was still putting their shoes on, I had to wait in the cold SUV. I was half frozen, when they came to my rescue. Well that may be an over exaggeration! </div>
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After all of that drama, we finally went shopping! Although, I did not enjoy this kind of shopping, where most of what we buy were greens, fruit and meat. Fortunately, I convinced my mom to buy me a pair of shoes, which I got! They were good running shoes, that I will need for Track. </div>
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After shopping, we finally went to the salon. I was so excited that I forgot we needed an appointment with my stylist and my sister's to have our hair cut. So we got an appointment for mine and my sister's hair to be cut. Sadly the appointment was an hour and 45 minutes from the time we made the appointment. So we had to wait. Fortunately, my mom still had some more shopping to do. So we went to the store and bought 400 dollars worth of food and drinks. When we were finally done shopping for food, it was time!! </div>
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Once we made it to the hair dressers, my hair stylist was already there. So, the hair cutting process started with a massaging shampooing. This is usually my favourite part of the whole process. After the shampooing, I told her I wanted to get a trim for my layers and side parted bangs. She did a good job of the layers but I'm not sure about the bangs. It seemed like she cut a bit of my hair wrong. Who knows, maybe it's the style! I definitely didn't know so I let it go. </div>
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Finally we were done. On our way back home, nothing interesting happened. I listened to some really good music and scanned outside to make sure there were no deer or other animals that may cross the road. Fortunately for me, there were none. The day was done. </div>
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For supper I got to make salad and salmon fillet. It was delicious!!</div>
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Today was Valentine's Day for school, since it is a Friday before our week long-break. I'm looking forward to a week of resting, reading, watching TV and sleeping. </div>
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Today in school, we had a special activity for Valentine's Day in period 4. I was looking forward to this activity, and I wasn't disappointed. The first activity was called Bachelor and Bachelorette. This was a very fun activity, where three Bachelors or Bachelorette will be lined up behind a cover and we're a asked questions that the Bachelor or Bachelorette, on the other side of the cover, created. In the end, the single person acting as the Bachelor will have to choose the one he or she thinks best suits them. I found it really funny when our vice principal was one of the Bachelors and was chosen. This was a very fun activity.<br />
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After the video, we had to return to our normal classes, which for me was Computers. Sadly for me, I was finished all of the assignments. For most of the class, I watched people work on their assignments and helped them when they needed help. For the rest of class, I played a game called Free Rice, where it would ask questions, and for every correct answer, there would be a certain amount of rice grains donated. To be honest, I don't know how answering questions about chemistry or anatomy would produce rice, but it was a good game that got my brain working. </div>
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After computers, we had Phys. Ed. I was dreading this class mostly be use of my ankle. I didn't know if I should play or not. I was going to ask my Phys. Ed teacher if I should or not, but she wasn't there until the bell rang, by which time I convinced myself to suck it up and play. Today was a games day, so we chose to play the games Dodge Ball, Doctor Doctor, Swamp-ball and Mayhem. In the end, we only had a chance to play one of the games. The game was very fun, except for the few people goofing around, but we also got them to play in the end. Sadly, my team lost! </div>
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I'm hoping my ankle will heal before badminton try-outs. I had the experience of deja vu when I rolled my ankle, yesterday because I had rolled my ankle last year, nearing the badminton season. I'm feeling very angry at my ankle right now, even though I know it's my fault in the first place! </div>
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Now it was our turn to play the Saints. This was supposed to be the game that I played the most time in, but after the first 3 minutes, my ankle felt like it was broken! So, I stepped down and let another one of my team mates take my place. For the rest of the game, I sat on the bench and cheered my heart out. I guess all that cheering paid off, because we won! I was so jumbled up in the crowd of cheering people, that I forgot all about the score! It was a very good game for us, is all I know! </div>
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After the game, I was limping terribly! I felt like I would be better off without my ankles, to be honest! I hated my ankles right then! Even so, I limped up the stairs to my locker; grabbed my books and my jacket and left the school to find my dad's parked car. The first thing he asked me was "What happend to your leg?" I didn't think it was that visible! I really didn't want to make it a huge deal! Sadly, when I got home, my mom noticed it and insisted that she bandage it for me. I couldn't argue, so I agreed. It felt good anyways! </div>
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After her bandaging my ankle, I limped my way up the stairs, on to my bed. I hoped I could just fall asleep and forget my extremely painful ankles. Unfortunately, it didn't work out that way! I stayed awake laying on my bed for, what felt like, forever! I was afraid to turn to my side, because I thought it would hurt my ankle. Eventually, it seemed like I was asleep. I don't remember what I dreamed about, but it seemed like I didn't sleep at all. </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08993908950545501977noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679433335900138249.post-32198986448900610722015-05-03T17:18:00.001-06:002015-05-03T17:20:16.574-06:00Rabbits,Pikas,and Hares<span style="font-size: large;"><br />Hares (Lepus Europaeus)<br /><br />There are over 30 different species of Hares. Hares sometimes get mistaken for rabbits, but hares have longer ears and are bigger than rabbits. Not only that, but hares are less social than rabbits, and also are born with fur and open eyes.On the other hand, rabbits are born with no fur and eyes closed.<br /><br /><br /> <img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/proxy/AVvXsEjDinYVlNFNFIxSLNTM9bIHgV4GPu4-jGG9FOm7QsEeEqr_H6TFqVURauzOWMrCOTp3OjqpWzH_qJ6t2fwCiCgT9QMPxMMlFDaq3mw57lm7XVWtYCvlbyazwby0BoyDftVwE9h_U2fmS9PlzTiddh_BBpElf_0siZBlfVibhQ=" />Hares come in all different colours tan, brown, white, and black. Their main diet is grass, fruits, and seeds. It's size is 36-71 cm it's weight is 1-5.5 kg. Hares have top speed of 72 km per hour! Most Hares are found in desert areas. <br /><br />Unfortunately, Hares are on the threatened list in the conservation status. </span><div style="text-align: left;">
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">DNA is made up of molecules called nucleotides. Inside each nucleotide there IA a phosphate group, a sugar group , and a nitrogen base. The order of these bases determines the genetic code. Very much like the letters of the alphabet are used to make words, the order of the nitrogen bases form genes. Genes tell cells how to make protein. Another type of nucleic acid RNA ( ribonucleic acid) transmits genetic info from DNA into proteins.</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08993908950545501977noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679433335900138249.post-70590893649348769212015-02-16T20:37:00.000-06:002015-05-03T13:31:41.945-06:00What's this book? <div style="text-indent: -24px;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: inherit, serif; text-indent: -0.2in;"> This breathtaking book is by a Canadian
Author: Farely Mowat. This great author lived a colorful life. He was born on
the 12th of May 1921. Throughout his distinctive life he was an author,
environmentalist and an activist. As the author he is, he translated his books
into 52 different languages so almost anyone could read his astonishing works.</span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; text-indent: -0.2in;"> As a matter of fact, he sold more than 17
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racism and the recognition of the diversity of cultures. For Lost in the
Barrens he has won the Governor Generals award for Juvenile Fiction.
Unfortunately his great, life that many treasure, ended six days short of his
93rd birthday, on May 6th 2014. Even as Farley Mowat's life ended, his
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boys are almost inseparable yet are virtually completely different. Jamie
McNair is, or should I say was, a city boy. When he was nearly nine years of
age his beloved parents died in a brutal car crash. From then on, he had been
under the wing of his guardian uncle, Angus McNair. Angus had been paying for
Jamie's schooling yet, recently he had been experiencing a shortage of money.
Soon after he decided he could no longer carry on paying for Jamie’s schooling
and asked the boy if he would like to leave the city and move to the north,
Northern Manitoba. It was with great pleasure and sadness he left the city.
Soon after he moves </span><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; text-indent: -0.2in;">to the North he meets his new best friend, Awasin Meewasin.
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seemed to be surprised at how good Awasin's English was. He had been taking
Indian school in far-off Pelican Narrows. Jamie was a city boy while Awasin was
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; text-indent: -0.2in;"> When Alphonse Meewasin, the chief of the Cree and Awasin's
father, and Angus decide to go north to the Pas, the two boys are left behind.
Being two teenage boys they had many plans in mind to keep them busy: hunting,
canoeing and exploring. Sadly they realized that Marie, Awasin's mother, had
other plans in mind. Not long after Angus and Alphonse left, Jamie met the
Chipeweyans. They had come in need of food because their camp was starving.
Since the Cree never turn anyone away from food, they generously give out the
food. Awasin’s uncle, Solomon, suspects that the Chipeweyans are not telling
the truth. Therefore, Awasin and Jamie happily volunteered to join the
Chipeweyans on their journey to their camp. Once they got to the camp Jamie and
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starving. Hence, they got ready to head back home when Denikazi, the chief of
the Chipeweyans, suggested that the boys join them on a hunting trip to the barren
lands. Of course they agree. Soon after they leave the Chipeweyan camp, the
boys get left behind at "the killing place", where the caribou were
killed for meat. While the boys were at the killing place, the two youngsters
that were left behind to "babysit" the boys told the story of the Great
Stone house. Being Jamie, the adventurous one, he convinces Awasin to join him
on the journey south to find the Great Stone house. On their way to the Great
Stone house, they experience the ever so common rapids, yet this one was destructive.
It tore the canoe into bits and left them stranded. They decided to collect
their belongings and take the trek north to where Denikazi should be but soon
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දිනිතියි මිතිලියි....http://www.blogger.com/profile/08556226891008527010noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5679433335900138249.post-40691221410226079832014-04-29T20:28:00.002-06:002014-04-29T20:28:26.802-06:00වෙනසක් බලන්න එන්න මීට අවුරුදු තුනකට විතර ඉස්සර වෙලා ලියන්න පටන් ගත්ත “පුංචි හිතට දැනෙන දේ“ ,අපේ බ්ලොග් පිටුව පහුගිය කාළෙ පුරාවටම පුංචි පුංචි වෙනස්කම් වෙමින් ආ මගේ තවත් වෙනස්කම් කිහිපයක් වෙන බව අපිට ආදරේ නැන්දල මාමල , අයියල අක්කල හැමෝටම කියන්නයි මේ හදන්නේ .<br />
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ඒ වෙනස්කම් මෙන්න මේවා , මුලින්ම අපේ වෙබ් ලිපිනය වෙනස් කළා , දැන් අපේ <br />
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