Sandy Nguyen
123 boomshakalaka
Penticton, B.C.
December 13, 2011
Hoboho
Santa Claus
Lord of The North
HMS Princess Margaret
Santa Baby,
How's the pole working for ya? I really miss you. I wish you didn't come just once a year but multiple times! Maybe 3 times in a day even. I even start decorating 3 months in adavance just so everything perfect when you arrive. And instead of cookies I make you egg fu young. I make you lots of egg fu young. So you already know what I want for Christmas right? But just in case you forgot I put you're egg fu young on a platter with my favorite white asian hybrid William Wright's face plastered on the top just like my pillow and that poster of him above my bed so I can fall asleep staring into his dreamy eyes. I got the picture of him while he was sleeping but dont tell anyone. I tried to get another one for my birthday but he just yelled "OMG WHAT ARE YOU DOING I'M TAKING A SHOWER!" Also, if you could get me a raise at China palace that'd be so perfect like omg. It's bad enough that I confuse everyone in the restaurant by being Vietnamese serving chineese food but the fact is that I get paid $12.00 an hour and it's not enough to pay for all the cd's from asian boy bands that I import from Korea.
Yours truly, xoxo gossip girl
Tuesday 13 December 2011
Friday 9 December 2011
On a Poet's Whim
If I could offer you my....
Well thats just it
What do you want!
I could bring you the moon on a lasso conjured from the very heavens themselves
Woven from the very essence of life that courses through mine and yours,
yes, I could bring you the moon
But is that what you want my sweet!
Your silence says it all! As I stand here 3 feet small I bring you the moon!
This suspense is intense and as I clench I can see in your eyes you're happy
And then I fall to my knees In such a splendid serendipity I pleasantly exert stupidity and believe it!
Yes I've brought you the moon but now its time to smash it
Grab my steel and hack at it until it bleeds Kool-Aid screaming OHH-YEA OHH-YEA
But ohh no! this moon phades to dust and im left here alone
I stand by myself and see you!
not here but there and I feel you everywhere
So I sit as my own piece of shit sitting in my underwear and I think maybe you have what you want
Maybe the Grinch's heart did grow 3 sizes maybe If i do answer kebert xela alex trebek will go back where he came from
And as I open my eyes from my own demise after you ask me what I got for our anniversary I say!
"Honey, I brought you the moon."
Well thats just it
What do you want!
I could bring you the moon on a lasso conjured from the very heavens themselves
Woven from the very essence of life that courses through mine and yours,
yes, I could bring you the moon
But is that what you want my sweet!
Your silence says it all! As I stand here 3 feet small I bring you the moon!
This suspense is intense and as I clench I can see in your eyes you're happy
And then I fall to my knees In such a splendid serendipity I pleasantly exert stupidity and believe it!
Yes I've brought you the moon but now its time to smash it
Grab my steel and hack at it until it bleeds Kool-Aid screaming OHH-YEA OHH-YEA
But ohh no! this moon phades to dust and im left here alone
I stand by myself and see you!
not here but there and I feel you everywhere
So I sit as my own piece of shit sitting in my underwear and I think maybe you have what you want
Maybe the Grinch's heart did grow 3 sizes maybe If i do answer kebert xela alex trebek will go back where he came from
And as I open my eyes from my own demise after you ask me what I got for our anniversary I say!
"Honey, I brought you the moon."
Tuesday 6 December 2011
Awesome titlating title
With the death of neil perry, Mr. Keating leaves his students grasping an idea that was once out of reach. Dead Poet's Society directed by Peter Weir depicts the life of 5 boys attending Welton academy under strict rule of the headmaster Mr. Knowlton, when suddenly a new teacher is assigned to their english class and teaches them lessons well beyond that expected from the schoolboard. During this time the boys find that their teacher once belonged to a group called the Dead Poet's Society and decide to form one of their own. The teacher, Mr. Keating, counsels the boys on non-conformity, the Carpe Diem philosophy, and leadership in an attempt to carve these boys into men without hearts of stone but balls of steel.
Non-conformity, the refusal to act accordingly to accepted standards. During class Mr. Keating told all of the students to march but to make your march, your own. During said exercises the rebellious leader of the dead poet's society Charlie Dalton exercises his right to stand still. Instead of discouraging this irrational behaviour, Keating encourages it and congratulates his student on his refusal to assimilate and effort to remain individual and unique.
To live ones life to the fullest is the ultimate goal of mankind. No matter the culture, the location, the poverty, to seize the day is the philosophy of all who walk this earth. Keating tells the boys to suck the marrow out of life. This shows that he truly cares about more than just the minimum standard. He wants his students to excell in a way that won't leave them wanting more out of life. Mr. Keating is more than a scholar of the literary arts but a true testament to human society. ..........Ran out Of time
Non-conformity, the refusal to act accordingly to accepted standards. During class Mr. Keating told all of the students to march but to make your march, your own. During said exercises the rebellious leader of the dead poet's society Charlie Dalton exercises his right to stand still. Instead of discouraging this irrational behaviour, Keating encourages it and congratulates his student on his refusal to assimilate and effort to remain individual and unique.
To live ones life to the fullest is the ultimate goal of mankind. No matter the culture, the location, the poverty, to seize the day is the philosophy of all who walk this earth. Keating tells the boys to suck the marrow out of life. This shows that he truly cares about more than just the minimum standard. He wants his students to excell in a way that won't leave them wanting more out of life. Mr. Keating is more than a scholar of the literary arts but a true testament to human society. ..........Ran out Of time
Thursday 24 November 2011
BANANAS!
"Aging" by Michelle Disser depicts the dusted canvas painting of life, as it fades through time. "Aging" compares the slow continual prowl of a panther to that of time. "First you find yourself lucky to see the large cat," but it inches closer. Much like time the panther doesn't cease it's bloodlust until satisfied. The hunt's end just "come[s] closer," and closer. Father times arms swing round and round till you're trapped in his arms and the panther, stares you blankly in the face. "You wish it to stop, but it continues." But time doesn't end, the arms unwind and you're left in blissful harmony. But as you're set free from the hands of time, they slowly wind around a new target, and the panther, stalks its prey.
By: Billis Wright
By: Billis Wright
Thursday 10 November 2011
My Apologies
William Wright
484 Gran Oro Road
Kaleden, B.C.
V0H1K0
November 10, 2011
Constable Pierre Catchacrook
Chief of Police
123 Crime Road
Paris, France
My apologies,
Yesterday at 3:37pm I killed Ada Artlover. I met Ada in the chambers containing the Mona Lisa. When I first laid eyes on her I realised with her weathered skin, and the worn look in her dull blue eyes that she was nearing her last days. She seemed to have lost her hair due to chemo. But even though she was in obvious pain she still approached me and said, "Hello." I looked at her, paused. Startled by her abrupt act of kindness i muttered a weak, "Hey. How are you?"
484 Gran Oro Road
Kaleden, B.C.
V0H1K0
November 10, 2011
Constable Pierre Catchacrook
Chief of Police
123 Crime Road
Paris, France
My apologies,
Yesterday at 3:37pm I killed Ada Artlover. I met Ada in the chambers containing the Mona Lisa. When I first laid eyes on her I realised with her weathered skin, and the worn look in her dull blue eyes that she was nearing her last days. She seemed to have lost her hair due to chemo. But even though she was in obvious pain she still approached me and said, "Hello." I looked at her, paused. Startled by her abrupt act of kindness i muttered a weak, "Hey. How are you?"
Friday 30 September 2011
After Mrs. Mitty came out of the drugstore, they climbed into their automobile, Walter fastened his seat belt, turned on the windscreen wipers and carefully pulled away from the curb. As they drove out of Waterbury he noticed...
The sky had been swayed with a misty grey, and a light from the heavens was hastily bestowed upon him. As Walter Mitty slipped out of consciousness he travelled to another time, one where time itself stood still. He woke
The sky had been swayed with a misty grey, and a light from the heavens was hastily bestowed upon him. As Walter Mitty slipped out of consciousness he travelled to another time, one where time itself stood still. He woke
Friday 23 September 2011
Letter For My Life
William Wright
484 Gran Oro Road
Kaleden, B.C.
V0H1K0
September 22, 2011
Captain Van Camp
Commander
HMS Princess Margaret
O Captain, My Captain:
These times are desperate, and i realize that the lives of many will be ended to save the lives of few. You should know that if you decide that i am worthy to survive our predicament that your choice will not be ill made. I have a family at home, 2 sisters, parents and 2 dogs who rely on me for necessity's in life. I work at the twin lakes golf course to pay for groceries and expenses. I harvest trees for firewood to heat out house. Without me stomachs would churn empty, and a home would run frigid and suffice as a casket for those I would leave behind.
Our crew is a sturdy house made of bricks and mortar, It stands strong through all conditions. But just like every house, fine cracks run within its walls, flawing its design. Other than myself, a sturdy brick the others already broken need not be spared. They have no lives other than their own in their mind, they will speak of ideas and obvious delusions of their's that they promise to uphold and use to act as a memorial to the lives lost on this day but they are, just delusions. And the lives they have concern only themselves not others.
But I have a dream. A goal that I will make true If you save me. Let me walk out of this vessel unharmed and i will glorify your decisions as a leader and savior. I will construct orcestras devoted to your name and they shall demonstrate the our journey, and those lives lost. What way to better commemorate this tragedy other than through music. This decision is your's to make and your's alone.
Sincerely, Billis Wright
484 Gran Oro Road
Kaleden, B.C.
V0H1K0
September 22, 2011
Captain Van Camp
Commander
HMS Princess Margaret
O Captain, My Captain:
These times are desperate, and i realize that the lives of many will be ended to save the lives of few. You should know that if you decide that i am worthy to survive our predicament that your choice will not be ill made. I have a family at home, 2 sisters, parents and 2 dogs who rely on me for necessity's in life. I work at the twin lakes golf course to pay for groceries and expenses. I harvest trees for firewood to heat out house. Without me stomachs would churn empty, and a home would run frigid and suffice as a casket for those I would leave behind.
Our crew is a sturdy house made of bricks and mortar, It stands strong through all conditions. But just like every house, fine cracks run within its walls, flawing its design. Other than myself, a sturdy brick the others already broken need not be spared. They have no lives other than their own in their mind, they will speak of ideas and obvious delusions of their's that they promise to uphold and use to act as a memorial to the lives lost on this day but they are, just delusions. And the lives they have concern only themselves not others.
But I have a dream. A goal that I will make true If you save me. Let me walk out of this vessel unharmed and i will glorify your decisions as a leader and savior. I will construct orcestras devoted to your name and they shall demonstrate the our journey, and those lives lost. What way to better commemorate this tragedy other than through music. This decision is your's to make and your's alone.
Sincerely, Billis Wright
Thursday 8 September 2011
Joining The Rebellion
A long time ago, in a galaxy far away, yet somehow in the future a rebellion is taking place. The empire's dark forces have spread death throughout the galaxy. But hope remains. A small group of rebels from the remaining untouched planets have gathered on the planet Nabu with young jedi knight Luke Skywalker and Jedi Master Obi-Wan Kanobi to discuss the battle plans for the attack on the empire's weapon of destruction, the Death Ball........................
The air is thick. Obi Wan's words of false hope echo through our ears. The rebel pilot to my right can't handle the pressure. His flight suit crafted for the bitter love of space can't contain his emotions. Conflicted by his own thoughts and those laced with the force bellowing from Obi Wan's aged lips a battle enrages inside him. But persuasive words of the once loved jedi can no longer block his senses. He errupts"You can't expect us to do that, it's impossible! " his face resembling a coal just touched by the flame. A hush falls over our fellow pilots and our eyes wander in suspense of the moments to come.
The air is thick. Obi Wan's words of false hope echo through our ears. The rebel pilot to my right can't handle the pressure. His flight suit crafted for the bitter love of space can't contain his emotions. Conflicted by his own thoughts and those laced with the force bellowing from Obi Wan's aged lips a battle enrages inside him. But persuasive words of the once loved jedi can no longer block his senses. He errupts"You can't expect us to do that, it's impossible! " his face resembling a coal just touched by the flame. A hush falls over our fellow pilots and our eyes wander in suspense of the moments to come.
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