age:16-25
purpose: This piece is a modern take on the popular fairy tale, Cinderella. Even in today's time, there are young girls who are treated like Cinderella by parents. It is to show that young girls should be be treated equally and fair by their parents.
As Ella gracefully arrived at the Gala, she was surrounded by hanging chandeliers that illuminated the hall, endless amounts of round tables with expensive linens placed on each of them, and by the sight of young university girls in elegant gowns and the guys in tuxedos. As she made her way through the entrance, her eyes met the gaze of a young boy standing straight ahead. He was a handsome looking guy who she had seen a few times at the University, but as usual he would walk straight past her. The boy continued staring at Ella as she made her way to her table. She felt a little awkward amidst the crowd of people, all socializing and having drinks. She saw both her stepsisters in the middle of the dance floor each with their arms around a guy.
Ella sat all by herself feeling happy that she had one night off away from the the house chores and her stepmother's irritating voice. She had a lovely meal placed in front of her, one that her stepmother would deprive her of each day. She slowly ate piece by piece to savour the taste.Ella looked at the astonishing sparkling watch that the old lady had given her. It read 10:30 p.m, leaving her half an hour to enjoy her time in elegance. Just then the young boy who had been staring at Ella throughout the night made his way up to her table. "Hi, I'm Liam," he held out his right hand for a friendly hand shake. "Hi, I'm-," Ella was saying when she was interrupted by another boy's voice. "Sorry about that. Um, would you like to dance?" Liam said in a gentle voice. "Sure," Ella said happily, yet slightly nervous. Both Ella and Liam danced to all of the slow tracks in a slow manner. The night was Ella's dream come true and she couldn't have been happier dancing in the arms of a cute guy. They didn't bother to talk through the music, they instead held one another in each others arms and swayed to the music.
Just then, a loud beeping travelled through Liam's left ear. The beeping was coming from Ella's wrist watch, which was right next to Liam's ear as her arm extended around his neck. "What was that for?" Liam asked. Ella nervously looked at the watch that read 11 p.m. "Oh no, I have to go, I'm sorry," she said hastily as she removed her arms from Liam's neck and made her way to the entrance. " Wait, why are you leaving?" Liam said following her in a desperate voice. As Ella continued walking off, Liam caught Ella's wrist. "Please, I have to go," Ella said desperately. Just as Liam let go of Ella's wrist, a small piece of thread got hooked onto her sparkling wrist watch. When Ella started to run out of the door, the thread of Liam's shirt tugged at the watch and it became unhooked off Ella's wrist. He was left with Ella's bedazzling watch, which he carefully looked at for a few seconds then gently placed into his pocket.
When Ella finally arrived home a few minutes past 11, she was confronted by her stepmother's fuming angered face at the door. "What were you thinking? And where did you get that gown? I bet you stole it from someone, didn't you? You are not to leave this house EVER again, unless you have a class! Do you understand me?And this means, you're computer will be taken away. " her stepmother yelled. Ella sadly walked up to her room. She expected nothing less from her stepmother. She got ready for bed and went to her room. Next to her plain colorless clothes, she hung her gown in her closet, knowing it would never be worn by her again. She was taking off her accessories just when she realized that the sparkling wrist watch was gone. She tried to remember what she had done with it, but could not remember. This made her even sadder to know that she had lost one of the few valuables she possessed. She crawled into her bed and thought about her mom. Her tears soaked through her sheets and she soon fell into a slumber sleep.
The next morning, Ella woke up and found her computer was still on her desk. She thought her forgetful stepmother must've forgotten about it. Ella logged on to finish up her English paper she had due the next day. As she was trying to think of new ideas, she took a short break and logged onto her Facebook account. Her eyes scrolled the page and suddenly stopped at the sight of a new group. IF YOU ARE THE OWNER OF THIS WATCH, PLEASE CLICK ON THIS LINK TO ADD ME AS A FRIEND OR LEAVE YOUR MSN EMAIL ADDRESS. IT IS IMPORTANT THAT I MEET YOU AGAIN. I KNOW YOU ARE OUT THERE. PLEASE COME FORWARD. LIAM
Ella sat at her desk in absolute astonishment. She was surprised that Liam wanted to meet her again. She as well wanted to meet him and get to know him better. However, how could she when she was confined to her house.
Monday, May 18, 2009
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Ella goes to the Gala (pt 2)
age: 16-25
purpose: This piece is a modern take on the popular fairy tale, Cinderella. Even in today's time, there are young girls who are treated like Cinderella by parents. It is to show that young girls should be be treated equally and fair by their parents.
Ella quickly picked out a silver pair of heels and accessories. Just as she was about to leave, the old lady came to her and asked, "Hold on Ella, you're forgetting something," the old lady said while handing her a sparkling wrist watch. "Oh my gosh, I've never seen such a beautiful watch. Thank you miss," Ella said in amazement. "Have fun at you're Gala. And don't forget sweetie to listen for the beep!", the old lady said raising her voice. However, Ella was so worried about getting home on time before her stepmother got up, that she forgot about asking the kind old lady what she meant by 'listening for the beep'.
She ran home holding the large white bag that contained her accessories, shoes and her gown. When she reached the house, she slowly and quietly opened the door and sneaked her way upstairs, managing not to make a sound. Ella noticed her stepmother was still asleep by her loud snores. Her stepsisters had not yet returned home from their sleepovers and her father was away at a conference. Ella hid the large bag behind all the junk that her stepmother had dumped off in her closet.
"Ella!", yelled her stepmother from her room. Ella was in the middle of looking through hairstyles in a magazine she found in her stepsister's room. At the irritating sound of her stepmother's voice, she dropped the magazine and made her way to the room next door. "Ella, what are you doing. I woke up to find that the bathroom had not yet been cleaned. It's disgusting. Get to it now!" her stepmother said annoyingly.Ella made her way to the bathroom to start cleaning. When she looked around it, there was not a single spot of dirt or bad smell. The bathroom was exactly the same way she had left it yesterday; white walls, neatly hung towels and the smell of the strawberry air freshener. However this was typical of her stepmother. She just thrived on seeing Ella clean. Ella did as she said and spent the afternoon polishing the bathroom.
The day of the Gala had finally arrived. Ella had thought of everything to make sure her stepmother didn't get to know she was going. She would start getting ready as soon as they went out. Her stepsisters were getting ready together at their friend's place, so she didn't have to worry about them. Ella only had one concern however. She had to be back at the house by 11 p.m, since this was the time her parents would be back. Ella thought about the beautiful sparkling watch the old lady had given her. She would use this to remind her of the time. While she was in the middle of finishing up her chores, she was interrupted by her stepmother's call. "Ella, come her!, her stepmother called loudly. "Yes," she replied obediently. "We're leaving now. This house better be clean by the time we're back. Don't let anyone in. We'll be back around 11," she hurried to say, and slammed the door behind her. Ella immediately ran upstairs and quickly put finished cleaning.
After taking a quick shower, Ella started getting ready for the Gala. She had excitement running through her. She wore the beautiful gown and adorned her ears and neck with the accessories she was provided by the Glittering Girls Gala project. She looked in her mirror and was proud of the way she elegantly put herself together. When she finished slipping on her shoes, she ran upstairs to grab the wrist watch the old lady had personally given her. It was the perfect fit for her thin wrist. And with that she ran out the door.
purpose: This piece is a modern take on the popular fairy tale, Cinderella. Even in today's time, there are young girls who are treated like Cinderella by parents. It is to show that young girls should be be treated equally and fair by their parents.
Ella quickly picked out a silver pair of heels and accessories. Just as she was about to leave, the old lady came to her and asked, "Hold on Ella, you're forgetting something," the old lady said while handing her a sparkling wrist watch. "Oh my gosh, I've never seen such a beautiful watch. Thank you miss," Ella said in amazement. "Have fun at you're Gala. And don't forget sweetie to listen for the beep!", the old lady said raising her voice. However, Ella was so worried about getting home on time before her stepmother got up, that she forgot about asking the kind old lady what she meant by 'listening for the beep'.
She ran home holding the large white bag that contained her accessories, shoes and her gown. When she reached the house, she slowly and quietly opened the door and sneaked her way upstairs, managing not to make a sound. Ella noticed her stepmother was still asleep by her loud snores. Her stepsisters had not yet returned home from their sleepovers and her father was away at a conference. Ella hid the large bag behind all the junk that her stepmother had dumped off in her closet.
"Ella!", yelled her stepmother from her room. Ella was in the middle of looking through hairstyles in a magazine she found in her stepsister's room. At the irritating sound of her stepmother's voice, she dropped the magazine and made her way to the room next door. "Ella, what are you doing. I woke up to find that the bathroom had not yet been cleaned. It's disgusting. Get to it now!" her stepmother said annoyingly.Ella made her way to the bathroom to start cleaning. When she looked around it, there was not a single spot of dirt or bad smell. The bathroom was exactly the same way she had left it yesterday; white walls, neatly hung towels and the smell of the strawberry air freshener. However this was typical of her stepmother. She just thrived on seeing Ella clean. Ella did as she said and spent the afternoon polishing the bathroom.
The day of the Gala had finally arrived. Ella had thought of everything to make sure her stepmother didn't get to know she was going. She would start getting ready as soon as they went out. Her stepsisters were getting ready together at their friend's place, so she didn't have to worry about them. Ella only had one concern however. She had to be back at the house by 11 p.m, since this was the time her parents would be back. Ella thought about the beautiful sparkling watch the old lady had given her. She would use this to remind her of the time. While she was in the middle of finishing up her chores, she was interrupted by her stepmother's call. "Ella, come her!, her stepmother called loudly. "Yes," she replied obediently. "We're leaving now. This house better be clean by the time we're back. Don't let anyone in. We'll be back around 11," she hurried to say, and slammed the door behind her. Ella immediately ran upstairs and quickly put finished cleaning.
After taking a quick shower, Ella started getting ready for the Gala. She had excitement running through her. She wore the beautiful gown and adorned her ears and neck with the accessories she was provided by the Glittering Girls Gala project. She looked in her mirror and was proud of the way she elegantly put herself together. When she finished slipping on her shoes, she ran upstairs to grab the wrist watch the old lady had personally given her. It was the perfect fit for her thin wrist. And with that she ran out the door.
Saturday, May 16, 2009
FRIENDS- free writing
age:18-25
purpose:To show that true friends are always there for each other and it's important to have one for support. They help get you through the hardest times in one's life.
In my time spent with you, you've taught me to live.
I've also learnt how to forgive.
You stood by me no matter what,
especially when everyone thought of me as a slut.
You've made me realize my dreams,
and with that you lifted my self esteem.
You lend your shoulder for me to cry
and you're still there till they're dry.
You occupy a special place in my heart,
meeting you has given me a new start.
purpose:To show that true friends are always there for each other and it's important to have one for support. They help get you through the hardest times in one's life.
In my time spent with you, you've taught me to live.
I've also learnt how to forgive.
You stood by me no matter what,
especially when everyone thought of me as a slut.
You've made me realize my dreams,
and with that you lifted my self esteem.
You lend your shoulder for me to cry
and you're still there till they're dry.
You occupy a special place in my heart,
meeting you has given me a new start.
Why must you continue to stand by me?
Can't you just let me be?
ELLA GOES TO THE GALA (PT 1)
age: 16-25
purpose: To show that young girls should be be treated equally and fair by their parents.
"Ella, come down here right now!", her mean stepmother's voice resonated throughout the house. Ella dropped the mop to the floor in her stepsisters room and immediately hurried downstairs to face her stepmother. "Ella, what is this?", her step mom asked with a flared nose, while waving a form in front her face. "It's my UFT form I have to fill out to order my Gala ticket. Remember I told you it's happening on June 4Th at the ROM," Ella replied nervously. "Oh well, maybe you did, maybe you didn't. But the point is, you're not going. Are you forgetting you have to do the house chores? Besides me and you're dad are going out that night, we need you to stay here to watch the house," her stepmother said strictly. "But that's not fair. Greta and Leona get to go, can't I just have one night off?" Ella pleaded with tears welling up in her eyes. "You're stepsisters are going because they have jobs and they can afford it, unlike you," "But, you've never wanted me to have a job. You always tell me to stay at home and do the chores and errands. Can't you give me lend me some money? Ella asked innocently. "NO! And don't even think about asking you're father. Besides what are you going to wear, those geeky golf shirts?" she said with an evil laugh then walked off into the kitchen to find herself another meal.
Ella sadly bowed her head and dragged her feet back to her stepsister's room to finish the mopping. A single tear made it's way down her left cheek and splattered into the dirty bucket water. While she continued cleaning, she thought about her mom, who died a couple months back. Each day, Ella would terribly miss her and wished with all her heart she was with her. Ella's hopes of attending her University Gala were crushed. How can she go, when all she had were her uniform tops and a couple of old worn out t-shirts, she thought to herself.
Later that night when Ella finished doing all of the chores, she logged onto her computer in her small room. She talked to her only friend, Steve online for a bit while checking her Facebook notifications. Suddenly, Ella's saddened eyes were brightened at the large colorful pop up that flashed onto her screen. Ella slowly read it to herself, trying to make sure no one else would hear.
'THE GLITTERING GALA GIRLS PROJECT AIMS AT ASSISTING UNIVERSITY STUDENTS WHO CAN'T AFFORD THIS YEAR'S GALA EVENT. COME OUT TO OUR BOUTIQUE EXTRAVAGANZA ON SUNDAY, MAY 20 AT 12P.M, WHERE YOU WILL SPEND THE AFTERNOON SELECTING YOUR COMPLIMENTARY GALA GOWN AND ACCESSORIES TO MATCH! *applies to ONLY University of Toronto girls.
Ella's eyes widened and gleamed at the sight of the page that was on her screen. This was the perfect extravaganza to go to. She would find the perfect gown, shoes and accessories for the Gala she now was looking forward to attend. She wrote down the address and kept it safe hidden in her desk drawer. With that, Ella turned off her computer and crawled into her bed.
Sunday finally arrived. Ella quickly got dressed before her stepmother was awaken from her beauty sleep and before her stepsisters came back from their sleepovers. She made her way down the stairs and out the door, managing not to make much noise. Ella looked at the address she wrote down and lead herself to a large building. When she entered, there was an elderly looking woman standing at at a desk. She hesitantly walked up to the lady.
"Hi dear, you must be Ella," the old lady said friendly. "Yes, I am," Ella said nervously. "Follow me," the lady said in a high voice. The old lady brought Ella into a large room full of racks of sparking dresses and and accessories. To her surprise, there was no one else in the room, but Ella.
"OK, now you look like a small. So you can look through these dresses and pick out one that you will like to wear at the Gala," the old lady said.Ella had never been surrounded by such fancy and sparkling looking clothes. She scanned through the dresses until her eyes caught a magnificent pink poofy gown. Ella stared at the gown in 'awe' and took it off the rack. She knew this was the gown for her Gala.
purpose: To show that young girls should be be treated equally and fair by their parents.
"Ella, come down here right now!", her mean stepmother's voice resonated throughout the house. Ella dropped the mop to the floor in her stepsisters room and immediately hurried downstairs to face her stepmother. "Ella, what is this?", her step mom asked with a flared nose, while waving a form in front her face. "It's my UFT form I have to fill out to order my Gala ticket. Remember I told you it's happening on June 4Th at the ROM," Ella replied nervously. "Oh well, maybe you did, maybe you didn't. But the point is, you're not going. Are you forgetting you have to do the house chores? Besides me and you're dad are going out that night, we need you to stay here to watch the house," her stepmother said strictly. "But that's not fair. Greta and Leona get to go, can't I just have one night off?" Ella pleaded with tears welling up in her eyes. "You're stepsisters are going because they have jobs and they can afford it, unlike you," "But, you've never wanted me to have a job. You always tell me to stay at home and do the chores and errands. Can't you give me lend me some money? Ella asked innocently. "NO! And don't even think about asking you're father. Besides what are you going to wear, those geeky golf shirts?" she said with an evil laugh then walked off into the kitchen to find herself another meal.
Ella sadly bowed her head and dragged her feet back to her stepsister's room to finish the mopping. A single tear made it's way down her left cheek and splattered into the dirty bucket water. While she continued cleaning, she thought about her mom, who died a couple months back. Each day, Ella would terribly miss her and wished with all her heart she was with her. Ella's hopes of attending her University Gala were crushed. How can she go, when all she had were her uniform tops and a couple of old worn out t-shirts, she thought to herself.
Later that night when Ella finished doing all of the chores, she logged onto her computer in her small room. She talked to her only friend, Steve online for a bit while checking her Facebook notifications. Suddenly, Ella's saddened eyes were brightened at the large colorful pop up that flashed onto her screen. Ella slowly read it to herself, trying to make sure no one else would hear.
'THE GLITTERING GALA GIRLS PROJECT AIMS AT ASSISTING UNIVERSITY STUDENTS WHO CAN'T AFFORD THIS YEAR'S GALA EVENT. COME OUT TO OUR BOUTIQUE EXTRAVAGANZA ON SUNDAY, MAY 20 AT 12P.M, WHERE YOU WILL SPEND THE AFTERNOON SELECTING YOUR COMPLIMENTARY GALA GOWN AND ACCESSORIES TO MATCH! *applies to ONLY University of Toronto girls.
Ella's eyes widened and gleamed at the sight of the page that was on her screen. This was the perfect extravaganza to go to. She would find the perfect gown, shoes and accessories for the Gala she now was looking forward to attend. She wrote down the address and kept it safe hidden in her desk drawer. With that, Ella turned off her computer and crawled into her bed.
Sunday finally arrived. Ella quickly got dressed before her stepmother was awaken from her beauty sleep and before her stepsisters came back from their sleepovers. She made her way down the stairs and out the door, managing not to make much noise. Ella looked at the address she wrote down and lead herself to a large building. When she entered, there was an elderly looking woman standing at at a desk. She hesitantly walked up to the lady.
"Hi dear, you must be Ella," the old lady said friendly. "Yes, I am," Ella said nervously. "Follow me," the lady said in a high voice. The old lady brought Ella into a large room full of racks of sparking dresses and and accessories. To her surprise, there was no one else in the room, but Ella.
"OK, now you look like a small. So you can look through these dresses and pick out one that you will like to wear at the Gala," the old lady said.Ella had never been surrounded by such fancy and sparkling looking clothes. She scanned through the dresses until her eyes caught a magnificent pink poofy gown. Ella stared at the gown in 'awe' and took it off the rack. She knew this was the gown for her Gala.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Think before you act
audience:18-25
purpose: To show that making impulsive decisions can result in regrets later on. This post shows to think before you act.
Looking out my window and seeing nothing but darkness surrounding the city, I am reminded of the dark phase in my life currently. Actually, this darkness seems to have describe what my life has been like for the past two years. First losing my teenage daughter in a drinking and driving car accident, then losing my husband, Nick to another woman. However, after moving on from these saddening happenings, I remarried to a wonderful man who has always cared about me since my high school days, Jack. Things were all lovey- dovey for awhile but then Jack started to cross the line by betraying my trust and keeping secrets from me. After it happened for the fifth time, I decided I could not take a lying man in my life and we got a divorce. Up till this day he still asks for my forgiveness and to take him back. Now one month pregnant, my life is still in a mess; no job, no family, and I am still living at this hotel. I can't drink away my sorrows with alcohol anymore; the last thing I want to do is harm my baby.
Now standing here with my hands on pregnant belly, I am thankful that the baby has not come yet. The three men who are possibly the father makes puts down my self -esteem. I think very low of myself after sleeping with the forbidden men. What keeps me from sleeping at night is to know that these men will not be able to be in my child life and definitely not mine. I have no regrets of the night I slept with my ex, Nick, who I have realized I am still deeply in love with. I know that when I tell Jack that he can also be the father of this child, he will want nothing more than to step up and be with me and the baby, not even caring if he turns out to not be the father. However I'm not so sure that I will have his support when he finds out that I also slept with his brother, Billy. Looking back now, I can't believe I was drunk to the extent of sleeping with my ex's brother. All of these men the possible fathers of my child, how am I going to tell them.
A part of me wants the father to be Nick as I am still in love with him. But I am not going to do the same cruel thing that awful woman did to me; take away someone else's husband. Billy, is a newly wed with a baby to take care of his own. But how am I suppose to allow for Jack's support and pretend as if I didn't betray him by sleeping with his brother? I don't have the courage and strength to see another child being taking away from me by getting an abortion As I contemplate my options, I know it will be another night of being deprived of sleep, only myself to blame for that and much more.
purpose: To show that making impulsive decisions can result in regrets later on. This post shows to think before you act.
Looking out my window and seeing nothing but darkness surrounding the city, I am reminded of the dark phase in my life currently. Actually, this darkness seems to have describe what my life has been like for the past two years. First losing my teenage daughter in a drinking and driving car accident, then losing my husband, Nick to another woman. However, after moving on from these saddening happenings, I remarried to a wonderful man who has always cared about me since my high school days, Jack. Things were all lovey- dovey for awhile but then Jack started to cross the line by betraying my trust and keeping secrets from me. After it happened for the fifth time, I decided I could not take a lying man in my life and we got a divorce. Up till this day he still asks for my forgiveness and to take him back. Now one month pregnant, my life is still in a mess; no job, no family, and I am still living at this hotel. I can't drink away my sorrows with alcohol anymore; the last thing I want to do is harm my baby.
Now standing here with my hands on pregnant belly, I am thankful that the baby has not come yet. The three men who are possibly the father makes puts down my self -esteem. I think very low of myself after sleeping with the forbidden men. What keeps me from sleeping at night is to know that these men will not be able to be in my child life and definitely not mine. I have no regrets of the night I slept with my ex, Nick, who I have realized I am still deeply in love with. I know that when I tell Jack that he can also be the father of this child, he will want nothing more than to step up and be with me and the baby, not even caring if he turns out to not be the father. However I'm not so sure that I will have his support when he finds out that I also slept with his brother, Billy. Looking back now, I can't believe I was drunk to the extent of sleeping with my ex's brother. All of these men the possible fathers of my child, how am I going to tell them.
A part of me wants the father to be Nick as I am still in love with him. But I am not going to do the same cruel thing that awful woman did to me; take away someone else's husband. Billy, is a newly wed with a baby to take care of his own. But how am I suppose to allow for Jack's support and pretend as if I didn't betray him by sleeping with his brother? I don't have the courage and strength to see another child being taking away from me by getting an abortion As I contemplate my options, I know it will be another night of being deprived of sleep, only myself to blame for that and much more.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
SHOW SOME ORIGINALITY PLEASE!
audience: 18-25
purpose: Why is Bollywood feeling like they are pressured to be like Hollywood? They should feel proud of what they make and start showing some originality to it's Indian audiences.
Western audience's are so caught up in reading and catching up on the juicy tabloids and gossip of their favourite Hollywood celebrities, but what they are not aware of is that other magazines from around the world are also gradully following this style and are converting people to follow celebrities personal lives. Popular amoung the Indian community and Bollywood buffs, Filmfare is an English-language Indian cinema fan tabloid magazine that is similar to what Western audience's are doing. Published in Mumbai, India, it highlights the doings of the Bollywood film scene as well as pry's into the personal lives of top Bollywood stars. The most popular entertainment magazine in India, is also read by the overseas Indian community of teens and adults between the ages of 18-25.
Bollywood, who is known amoung movie buffs to 'copy' or in their words, 'come up with their own interpretation' of Hollywood's biggest blockbusters also seem to 'copy' the Western style in magazines. Filmfare in no way strives to create a magazine that is unique to what Bollywood represtents, only if they percieve their representation as 'copy cat' and follows through this by making the content of their magazine with that of Western magazines. The writters of each segmant even seemed to have had their own copy of 'Star' or 'People' magazine in front of them and just seemed to be writting word for word on their pages. The biggest aspect of the magazine that is very 'copy cat' is it's I SPY segement. This segement consists of news snippets that highlight the latest quarrels between actors, gossip going the rounds and other bits of hearsay. It is very much alike what you would find while looking through a 'People' edition. It's other segmant, Fashion Play deals with the assesments of celebrities fashion sense. This is evidently Filmfare's version of Best and Worst dressed, sound familiar?
Filmfare, does not stop here with it's 'wanna be' magazine. The publishers apparently saw it extremely necessary to take up four pages of their magazine to include Movie Reviews of Hollywood's latest flicks. Since when are there Bollywood movie reviews in a Western Magazine? What bothered me the most about this segamant was that although they did have Bollywood movie reviews, they kept it quite short. Rather with the Hollywood movie reviews they chose to go into deep detail, taking up an entire page per review. This is a Bollywood Magazine, they should know that their target audience will be majority of those who watch Hindi Films.
On the positive side, the layout is quite impressive. They use eye catching 'hot and happening' celebrities on their cover. However even in their layout, they seem to be striving for a typical 'People' magazine look. In their 'rumous and gossip' section(taking up most of the pages) their format is the rumour itself along with a tabloid shot of the celebrity 'proving what they are writing'. They also include some interviews with top stars. Most will be content with the photo shoots of Filmfare, as they are updated and appealing. They use stellar photographers, and often their photo shoots are theme based, such as 'the 60's look'. Filmfare does feature 'fresh' segmants that do not resemble a Western magazine,however they are quite limited. I will hand it to them that they give off a professional look, but when you look deeper...
Overall, Filmfare comes out as a 'copy cat' with that of a Western tabloid magazine. You will also find that the writting styles are very similar. To a response to the arguement of "gossip is where the money is and everyone wants it", well why continue this trend of allowing complete strangers enter and pry into the lives of others? Why not focus on the movies, the characters, or what Bollywood is best known for, it's heartwarming 'song and dance'. Why does everything and everyone have to be the same? If they truly were not trying to resemble a Western magazine, then why see the need to consistently include a four page spread of Movie Reviews of Hollywood's flicks. They need to overcome this pressure that they themselves have created, of feeling the need to be like Hollywood. Being an Indian movie buff myself, I am proud of the movies they make (not including the Hollywood interpretations) and the richness of their culture. They also should be proud and start being creative with their magazine content. Those who are looking for a magazine with 'Bollywood Originality' will not find it in Filmfare. Bollywood magazine fans want to see more of India's unique richness and originality.
purpose: Why is Bollywood feeling like they are pressured to be like Hollywood? They should feel proud of what they make and start showing some originality to it's Indian audiences.
Western audience's are so caught up in reading and catching up on the juicy tabloids and gossip of their favourite Hollywood celebrities, but what they are not aware of is that other magazines from around the world are also gradully following this style and are converting people to follow celebrities personal lives. Popular amoung the Indian community and Bollywood buffs, Filmfare is an English-language Indian cinema fan tabloid magazine that is similar to what Western audience's are doing. Published in Mumbai, India, it highlights the doings of the Bollywood film scene as well as pry's into the personal lives of top Bollywood stars. The most popular entertainment magazine in India, is also read by the overseas Indian community of teens and adults between the ages of 18-25.
Bollywood, who is known amoung movie buffs to 'copy' or in their words, 'come up with their own interpretation' of Hollywood's biggest blockbusters also seem to 'copy' the Western style in magazines. Filmfare in no way strives to create a magazine that is unique to what Bollywood represtents, only if they percieve their representation as 'copy cat' and follows through this by making the content of their magazine with that of Western magazines. The writters of each segmant even seemed to have had their own copy of 'Star' or 'People' magazine in front of them and just seemed to be writting word for word on their pages. The biggest aspect of the magazine that is very 'copy cat' is it's I SPY segement. This segement consists of news snippets that highlight the latest quarrels between actors, gossip going the rounds and other bits of hearsay. It is very much alike what you would find while looking through a 'People' edition. It's other segmant, Fashion Play deals with the assesments of celebrities fashion sense. This is evidently Filmfare's version of Best and Worst dressed, sound familiar?
Filmfare, does not stop here with it's 'wanna be' magazine. The publishers apparently saw it extremely necessary to take up four pages of their magazine to include Movie Reviews of Hollywood's latest flicks. Since when are there Bollywood movie reviews in a Western Magazine? What bothered me the most about this segamant was that although they did have Bollywood movie reviews, they kept it quite short. Rather with the Hollywood movie reviews they chose to go into deep detail, taking up an entire page per review. This is a Bollywood Magazine, they should know that their target audience will be majority of those who watch Hindi Films.
On the positive side, the layout is quite impressive. They use eye catching 'hot and happening' celebrities on their cover. However even in their layout, they seem to be striving for a typical 'People' magazine look. In their 'rumous and gossip' section(taking up most of the pages) their format is the rumour itself along with a tabloid shot of the celebrity 'proving what they are writing'. They also include some interviews with top stars. Most will be content with the photo shoots of Filmfare, as they are updated and appealing. They use stellar photographers, and often their photo shoots are theme based, such as 'the 60's look'. Filmfare does feature 'fresh' segmants that do not resemble a Western magazine,however they are quite limited. I will hand it to them that they give off a professional look, but when you look deeper...
Overall, Filmfare comes out as a 'copy cat' with that of a Western tabloid magazine. You will also find that the writting styles are very similar. To a response to the arguement of "gossip is where the money is and everyone wants it", well why continue this trend of allowing complete strangers enter and pry into the lives of others? Why not focus on the movies, the characters, or what Bollywood is best known for, it's heartwarming 'song and dance'. Why does everything and everyone have to be the same? If they truly were not trying to resemble a Western magazine, then why see the need to consistently include a four page spread of Movie Reviews of Hollywood's flicks. They need to overcome this pressure that they themselves have created, of feeling the need to be like Hollywood. Being an Indian movie buff myself, I am proud of the movies they make (not including the Hollywood interpretations) and the richness of their culture. They also should be proud and start being creative with their magazine content. Those who are looking for a magazine with 'Bollywood Originality' will not find it in Filmfare. Bollywood magazine fans want to see more of India's unique richness and originality.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Bring local news to METRO
audience: 18-30
purpose: For the purpose of informing Torontonians of an excellent daily local newspaper. As well as to review Metro's condensed content.
As I make my way down the stairs of the subway station, I am reminded by the majority of hands holding their own copy of the Metro newspaper to also pick up a copy of my own. I look at the last few copies on the stand and quickly grab my own. Looking at the front page, my eyes are drawn to the emphasis on the cover; the talked about story that is making news. I am also pleased with the large visual on the front page that is relating to the story, keeping me interested. As my eyes swift through the front page, I am informed by the short blurbs in the side columns of other important headlines, including entertainment, sports, weather and more. With a few advertisements placed here and there, I turn the page of what seems so far to qualify to be a highly informable newspaper.
Metro, which first launched in Toronto, is now published in Canada's top markets. From coast-to coast, there are millions of adults who are reading Metro every day. It's extensive local news pages provides readers with a local appeal, making many Torontonians pick up a copy on a daily basis. What makes Metro so different from the rest of newspapers, you may ask? Well, it has redefined what one would call a 'traditional newspaper' by creating an exciting and appealing variety of mediums that resembles the structure of a magazine. It has a simple, organized yet appealing layout to it. This daily newspaper features top stories not only locally but as well in world news, health, business, entertainment, sports,editorials, life, travel along with other short quirps at the top, sides and bottom of the pages. Although they provide information from all of these mentioned areas, they still manage to condense the information while maintaining it's importance.
In terms of content, Metro is not like other newspapers as such with the Toronto Star that fills the pages with loads amounts of content and continues along with what feels like a series of the Twilight novels. It maintains to be short yet informative and summative. It's great for those busy working adults, who just want to have news at their fingertips, but don't want to do extensive amounts of reading. The text of the newspaper is highly understandable for audiences 18-30 and up. The daily newspaper also includes the day's list of TV shows as well as a weekend TV guide, which most readers don't find very common in other newspapers.It also manages to be grammar and spelling error free, as well as uses a majority of informal writing, making it easier for the intended audience to read and process.
Overall, Metro is an excellent read for busy working adults as well as for teens who are interested to know what's making news. It is the type of newspaper that is perfect for Toronto readers as it gives you a majority of local news and happenings, while still adding more for it's readers. The popular newspaper keeps the amount of pages short, yet keeps the content highly reliable and informative on a daily basis. It uses appealing visuals to maintain interest and refrain from boredom. Metro gives Toronto readers what they want.
purpose: For the purpose of informing Torontonians of an excellent daily local newspaper. As well as to review Metro's condensed content.
As I make my way down the stairs of the subway station, I am reminded by the majority of hands holding their own copy of the Metro newspaper to also pick up a copy of my own. I look at the last few copies on the stand and quickly grab my own. Looking at the front page, my eyes are drawn to the emphasis on the cover; the talked about story that is making news. I am also pleased with the large visual on the front page that is relating to the story, keeping me interested. As my eyes swift through the front page, I am informed by the short blurbs in the side columns of other important headlines, including entertainment, sports, weather and more. With a few advertisements placed here and there, I turn the page of what seems so far to qualify to be a highly informable newspaper.
Metro, which first launched in Toronto, is now published in Canada's top markets. From coast-to coast, there are millions of adults who are reading Metro every day. It's extensive local news pages provides readers with a local appeal, making many Torontonians pick up a copy on a daily basis. What makes Metro so different from the rest of newspapers, you may ask? Well, it has redefined what one would call a 'traditional newspaper' by creating an exciting and appealing variety of mediums that resembles the structure of a magazine. It has a simple, organized yet appealing layout to it. This daily newspaper features top stories not only locally but as well in world news, health, business, entertainment, sports,editorials, life, travel along with other short quirps at the top, sides and bottom of the pages. Although they provide information from all of these mentioned areas, they still manage to condense the information while maintaining it's importance.
In terms of content, Metro is not like other newspapers as such with the Toronto Star that fills the pages with loads amounts of content and continues along with what feels like a series of the Twilight novels. It maintains to be short yet informative and summative. It's great for those busy working adults, who just want to have news at their fingertips, but don't want to do extensive amounts of reading. The text of the newspaper is highly understandable for audiences 18-30 and up. The daily newspaper also includes the day's list of TV shows as well as a weekend TV guide, which most readers don't find very common in other newspapers.It also manages to be grammar and spelling error free, as well as uses a majority of informal writing, making it easier for the intended audience to read and process.
Overall, Metro is an excellent read for busy working adults as well as for teens who are interested to know what's making news. It is the type of newspaper that is perfect for Toronto readers as it gives you a majority of local news and happenings, while still adding more for it's readers. The popular newspaper keeps the amount of pages short, yet keeps the content highly reliable and informative on a daily basis. It uses appealing visuals to maintain interest and refrain from boredom. Metro gives Toronto readers what they want.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
CTV.CA-highly recommened
audience: 18-30
purpose: to inform this age group of a highly reputable online news site. As well as to get from this review of what ctv.ca has to offer to them.
For those busy working adults and parents who are just so caught up by their occupation and have almost no time to be updated with vital news and happenings in the world, then ctv.ca is definitely one's top source of getting news first hand.
The online informative site ensures that as fast as news happens, it is reported on this site and delivered straight to you. As I scan my eyes through the information that the site presents to audiences, I am thinking right away that this site brings the world right to my computer. While most sites may be limited to having news from one city or area, ctv.ca bring news from all around Canada extending to the world. The site also maintains visual satisfaction to the audience. Although there is a heavy amount of text throughout, it does not detract from the site. After all, one would expect that the majority of a news site should be heavy with text. The site uses blues, blacks greys and some reds. This conveys seriousness, rather than if they had used yellows, oranges, pinks, it would make the site seem more like for kids and not very formal. They as well stick with their CTV colours which are red, blue and green at the top. It is definitely not one to be cluttered with too much, it is very spread out and organized into columns which is therefore pleasing to one's eye. It is also quite easy to navigate through. Clicking on the weather link, will give you the weather link, while clicking on a news story, will give you that news story and nothing else. The site also uses headings for better organization. In terms of layout and design, the site definitely does not have one thing that stands out glaring to audiences, it maintains simplicity throughout.
The focus of the ctv.ca site would be the news being reported mostly in Canada. The tend to focus more on popular news stories happening in around Canada. However, by scrolling down, the site also offers a link to news from all over the world. Since the site is a Canadian online news site, one would obviously expect Canadian happenings making the news onto the site.
The content of the site does manage to match the focus. The majority of the site sticks with Canadian news stories. The content is easily readable and understandable for the audience of 18 year olds and up. It uses proper and effective diction to covey their message. The highlight of the site is certainly it's Top Stories section located at the top of the page, just where it should be. Since majority of adults want to be updated with the latest news, the site offers all the latest and backs up their message by using facts, etc. The content of each article maintains a high level of professionalism throughout. Since this is an online news site, the authors of the articles write for the purpose of reporting a story and the news. They do not write using their own 'voice' or for audiences to relate to what they are reporting. It remains strictly professional.
The online news site not only offers it's audience top stories, but as well news from around the world, the latest in entertainment,sports, weather, health, business, as well as offers a TV guide of other programs being shown on the station. It brings a variety of what you need to know onto one site.
CTV. ca most certainly uses the proper grammatical elements. It is safe to say that the site and all articles pertaining to the ctv.ca site contains no grammatical errors or spelling mistakes. Since the online site is quite reputable, it ensures audiences that it's meets that expectation.
Overall, CTV. ca is a site that is highly reputable and to most is considered Canada's number one online news site. It offers the essentials of what audiences are looking for in getting news firsthand and to be informed effectively. It maintain a high level of professionalism, and ensure to update their site as fast as the news comes.
purpose: to inform this age group of a highly reputable online news site. As well as to get from this review of what ctv.ca has to offer to them.
For those busy working adults and parents who are just so caught up by their occupation and have almost no time to be updated with vital news and happenings in the world, then ctv.ca is definitely one's top source of getting news first hand.
The online informative site ensures that as fast as news happens, it is reported on this site and delivered straight to you. As I scan my eyes through the information that the site presents to audiences, I am thinking right away that this site brings the world right to my computer. While most sites may be limited to having news from one city or area, ctv.ca bring news from all around Canada extending to the world. The site also maintains visual satisfaction to the audience. Although there is a heavy amount of text throughout, it does not detract from the site. After all, one would expect that the majority of a news site should be heavy with text. The site uses blues, blacks greys and some reds. This conveys seriousness, rather than if they had used yellows, oranges, pinks, it would make the site seem more like for kids and not very formal. They as well stick with their CTV colours which are red, blue and green at the top. It is definitely not one to be cluttered with too much, it is very spread out and organized into columns which is therefore pleasing to one's eye. It is also quite easy to navigate through. Clicking on the weather link, will give you the weather link, while clicking on a news story, will give you that news story and nothing else. The site also uses headings for better organization. In terms of layout and design, the site definitely does not have one thing that stands out glaring to audiences, it maintains simplicity throughout.
The focus of the ctv.ca site would be the news being reported mostly in Canada. The tend to focus more on popular news stories happening in around Canada. However, by scrolling down, the site also offers a link to news from all over the world. Since the site is a Canadian online news site, one would obviously expect Canadian happenings making the news onto the site.
The content of the site does manage to match the focus. The majority of the site sticks with Canadian news stories. The content is easily readable and understandable for the audience of 18 year olds and up. It uses proper and effective diction to covey their message. The highlight of the site is certainly it's Top Stories section located at the top of the page, just where it should be. Since majority of adults want to be updated with the latest news, the site offers all the latest and backs up their message by using facts, etc. The content of each article maintains a high level of professionalism throughout. Since this is an online news site, the authors of the articles write for the purpose of reporting a story and the news. They do not write using their own 'voice' or for audiences to relate to what they are reporting. It remains strictly professional.
The online news site not only offers it's audience top stories, but as well news from around the world, the latest in entertainment,sports, weather, health, business, as well as offers a TV guide of other programs being shown on the station. It brings a variety of what you need to know onto one site.
CTV. ca most certainly uses the proper grammatical elements. It is safe to say that the site and all articles pertaining to the ctv.ca site contains no grammatical errors or spelling mistakes. Since the online site is quite reputable, it ensures audiences that it's meets that expectation.
Overall, CTV. ca is a site that is highly reputable and to most is considered Canada's number one online news site. It offers the essentials of what audiences are looking for in getting news firsthand and to be informed effectively. It maintain a high level of professionalism, and ensure to update their site as fast as the news comes.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
NO BREAK FROM PRISON BREAK!
audience;18-34
purpose: if you want drama then this review will prove why the show Prison Break is worth the watch. It's purpose is is also include what the show is about for audiences to take a look at the show themselves and see what all the hype is all about.
A show that devises complex yet compelling plans does not only draw audiences into this series, but as well manages to maintain suspense and intrigue throughout and this is just what Prison Break presents to it's audience.
Prison Break is an original American drama television series created by Paul Scheuring which premiered on Fox in 2005. The popular series is the story of two brothers Lincoln and Michael. Lincoln who was sentenced to death for a crime he did not commit is rescued by his genius brother's plan to escape prison. Throughout the seasons key characters come into play while being on the run with the two brothers. Later on Michael and Lincoln search for answers to questions they need answers too, as well as their freedom. They are faced with the people who are responsible for the unjust in their lives, The Company. Leading into it's forth and final season, the brothers face a shocking revelation. Meanwhile the head of the company , General Krantz is after the world revolutionary device, Scylla in which he convinces Lincoln and his team to work for him in exchange for their freedom as well as get rid of a possible threat to Michael's life. However Michael finds himself at an opposite side from his brother as his goal is to also find Scylla and take down the company that destroyed their lives. Lincoln however does not want to do this, and thinks they should just get Scylla back and end it there. The brothers both have the goal of getting their freedom, however now being at the last three episodes, what other revelations come to light? What or who will get in their way of their long awaited freedom?
The show is one that grabs your attention from the first scene to it's surprising cliffhanger ending. By not only having heartpumping drama but also convincing performances, it proves itself as a fully enjoyable drama with loads of edge of the seat suspense. Throughout, Prison Break explores common themes such as justice, crime, freedom and adds a touch of love. The sweet uniting love of Michael and Sara takes you away from the bloodshed and the heart racing suspense. The introduction of new faces in the story has you questioning that character and just what they have up their sleeves. In a setting of normality, where the sun is always shining and people are going about with their freedom, contrasts the darkness and confinement in the brother's lives. The progression of a series of unfortunate events, conflict between each character, and the emotional roller coaster unite into a full on drama/thriller drama.
The captivating topic in each episode is no doubt having the main character's always 'being on the run'. Due to the show containing adult content including violence, course language sexual and drug references, the show's target audience would be between the ages of 18-34. If you are a sucker for action, drama, suspense then Prison Break would definitely appeal to you.
Each character plays their part with the goal to convince, and by the end of each episode they end up exceedingly convincing. The character of Michael Scofield grows on the women as he has all of likes of 'the perfect man', making female audiences root for him. The young actor takes acting to another level as he comes across as very calm but intense. His smart, fast thinking and the devising of his complex plans, captivates the audience and has one asking for more. This is definitely the character that makes the show as good as it is. Lincoln Burrows character is more one that you sympathize with. The show also adds a touch of comedy with the character of T-Bag, who speaks with a southern accent and always makes sarcasm seem so rude yet hilarious at the same time. The character of Sara Tancredi, Michael's love interest is as well convincing and adds the element of her strong feelings and emotions. General Krantz definitely is a character whose evil intentions are so convincing that if you were to see him in real life you would strongly dislike him, just by seeing his mean looking face, which has 'greed' written all over it.
However, hands down most would agree that season one was most certainly the best one. But it would still have your attention now, although not as strongly. On has to have watched all through season one through season four in order to understand the show. Otherwise you will be confused midway as the story takes a complete twist or more like a U-Turn. The storyline is one that is very complex and not one that is understandable right away. It takes convincing actors and explanations from the characters for you to understand. The show gives this to the audience, although not very often which leaves audiences confused. You sometimes wonder, 'why does this guy hate this guy again?' or 'why is this person doing this again?'. This is probably the only thing that one can point out right away while watching. Other than this slight glitch, the show is definitely more than worth a watch, it's worth an all four seasons watch. The introduction of the show began with a very intriguing concept, having said that, just to end with a cliffhanger, the concept in the last three episodes don't get more intriguing than it already is. Take my word, you won't want a break from prison break.
purpose: if you want drama then this review will prove why the show Prison Break is worth the watch. It's purpose is is also include what the show is about for audiences to take a look at the show themselves and see what all the hype is all about.
A show that devises complex yet compelling plans does not only draw audiences into this series, but as well manages to maintain suspense and intrigue throughout and this is just what Prison Break presents to it's audience.
Prison Break is an original American drama television series created by Paul Scheuring which premiered on Fox in 2005. The popular series is the story of two brothers Lincoln and Michael. Lincoln who was sentenced to death for a crime he did not commit is rescued by his genius brother's plan to escape prison. Throughout the seasons key characters come into play while being on the run with the two brothers. Later on Michael and Lincoln search for answers to questions they need answers too, as well as their freedom. They are faced with the people who are responsible for the unjust in their lives, The Company. Leading into it's forth and final season, the brothers face a shocking revelation. Meanwhile the head of the company , General Krantz is after the world revolutionary device, Scylla in which he convinces Lincoln and his team to work for him in exchange for their freedom as well as get rid of a possible threat to Michael's life. However Michael finds himself at an opposite side from his brother as his goal is to also find Scylla and take down the company that destroyed their lives. Lincoln however does not want to do this, and thinks they should just get Scylla back and end it there. The brothers both have the goal of getting their freedom, however now being at the last three episodes, what other revelations come to light? What or who will get in their way of their long awaited freedom?
The show is one that grabs your attention from the first scene to it's surprising cliffhanger ending. By not only having heartpumping drama but also convincing performances, it proves itself as a fully enjoyable drama with loads of edge of the seat suspense. Throughout, Prison Break explores common themes such as justice, crime, freedom and adds a touch of love. The sweet uniting love of Michael and Sara takes you away from the bloodshed and the heart racing suspense. The introduction of new faces in the story has you questioning that character and just what they have up their sleeves. In a setting of normality, where the sun is always shining and people are going about with their freedom, contrasts the darkness and confinement in the brother's lives. The progression of a series of unfortunate events, conflict between each character, and the emotional roller coaster unite into a full on drama/thriller drama.
The captivating topic in each episode is no doubt having the main character's always 'being on the run'. Due to the show containing adult content including violence, course language sexual and drug references, the show's target audience would be between the ages of 18-34. If you are a sucker for action, drama, suspense then Prison Break would definitely appeal to you.
Each character plays their part with the goal to convince, and by the end of each episode they end up exceedingly convincing. The character of Michael Scofield grows on the women as he has all of likes of 'the perfect man', making female audiences root for him. The young actor takes acting to another level as he comes across as very calm but intense. His smart, fast thinking and the devising of his complex plans, captivates the audience and has one asking for more. This is definitely the character that makes the show as good as it is. Lincoln Burrows character is more one that you sympathize with. The show also adds a touch of comedy with the character of T-Bag, who speaks with a southern accent and always makes sarcasm seem so rude yet hilarious at the same time. The character of Sara Tancredi, Michael's love interest is as well convincing and adds the element of her strong feelings and emotions. General Krantz definitely is a character whose evil intentions are so convincing that if you were to see him in real life you would strongly dislike him, just by seeing his mean looking face, which has 'greed' written all over it.
However, hands down most would agree that season one was most certainly the best one. But it would still have your attention now, although not as strongly. On has to have watched all through season one through season four in order to understand the show. Otherwise you will be confused midway as the story takes a complete twist or more like a U-Turn. The storyline is one that is very complex and not one that is understandable right away. It takes convincing actors and explanations from the characters for you to understand. The show gives this to the audience, although not very often which leaves audiences confused. You sometimes wonder, 'why does this guy hate this guy again?' or 'why is this person doing this again?'. This is probably the only thing that one can point out right away while watching. Other than this slight glitch, the show is definitely more than worth a watch, it's worth an all four seasons watch. The introduction of the show began with a very intriguing concept, having said that, just to end with a cliffhanger, the concept in the last three episodes don't get more intriguing than it already is. Take my word, you won't want a break from prison break.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
GOSSIP MAKES THE WORLD GO ROUND
ages:18-25
Purpose: to show that some articles out there are solely based on gossip with no substantial amount of evidence. As well, this growing infatuation with celebrities is gradually taking over the type of news people are paying attention to.
The growing world of entertainment thrives on gossip. Especially when famous high profiled celebrities like Madonna make the gossip mills turn. This time it's not about adopting another child or a divorce, it's about Madonna falling off a horse which she claims was apparently caused by a photographer startling the horse by jumping out of the bushes to photograph her. On the other hand, photographer Thomas Hinton claims that he was only there to photograph Madonna before and after her accident.
Both the photographer and Madonna's spokesperson, Liz Rosenburg make their arguments, which seems what this article is solely based on; making back and forth arguments. This article neither has solid substantial evidence, nor does it have on the scene eye witnesses, who can prove either side's argument. It's basically a 'he said this' and 'she said this' sort of article. It goes one step further by going off topic about other old Madonna news such as a denied adoption, a divorce and her money issues in the divorce settlement. This alone proves that since they were unable to prove anything about how Madonna fell off her horse, they are are using past proven happenings in Madonna's life to strengthen their already weak article.
There is obviously a bias in the article as it repeatedly reinforces to audiences that this is not the first time that Madonna has fallen off a horse. They are trying to defeat what she is claiming about the photographer being the one to blame for her accident. They do this by saying 'this wasn't Madonna's first', and later on reinforcing past incidents where she fell off a horse numerous times. This therefore will lead audiences to form the opinion that it was Madonna who was not being very careful or experienced. This takes the focus off the photographer who apparently jumped out of the bushes and startled her horse.
Whether Madonna is deliberately blaming the photographer for her accident to take the blame of herself, is yet to still be proven since this article was not capable of doing that with substantial evidence. How and why Madonna fell of her horse seems to be of more interest to audiences rather than actual news worthy events such as ways we can help save our enviornment. I guess money is not the only thing that makes the world go round, it's the world of gossip.
Purpose: to show that some articles out there are solely based on gossip with no substantial amount of evidence. As well, this growing infatuation with celebrities is gradually taking over the type of news people are paying attention to.
The growing world of entertainment thrives on gossip. Especially when famous high profiled celebrities like Madonna make the gossip mills turn. This time it's not about adopting another child or a divorce, it's about Madonna falling off a horse which she claims was apparently caused by a photographer startling the horse by jumping out of the bushes to photograph her. On the other hand, photographer Thomas Hinton claims that he was only there to photograph Madonna before and after her accident.
Both the photographer and Madonna's spokesperson, Liz Rosenburg make their arguments, which seems what this article is solely based on; making back and forth arguments. This article neither has solid substantial evidence, nor does it have on the scene eye witnesses, who can prove either side's argument. It's basically a 'he said this' and 'she said this' sort of article. It goes one step further by going off topic about other old Madonna news such as a denied adoption, a divorce and her money issues in the divorce settlement. This alone proves that since they were unable to prove anything about how Madonna fell off her horse, they are are using past proven happenings in Madonna's life to strengthen their already weak article.
There is obviously a bias in the article as it repeatedly reinforces to audiences that this is not the first time that Madonna has fallen off a horse. They are trying to defeat what she is claiming about the photographer being the one to blame for her accident. They do this by saying 'this wasn't Madonna's first', and later on reinforcing past incidents where she fell off a horse numerous times. This therefore will lead audiences to form the opinion that it was Madonna who was not being very careful or experienced. This takes the focus off the photographer who apparently jumped out of the bushes and startled her horse.
Whether Madonna is deliberately blaming the photographer for her accident to take the blame of herself, is yet to still be proven since this article was not capable of doing that with substantial evidence. How and why Madonna fell of her horse seems to be of more interest to audiences rather than actual news worthy events such as ways we can help save our enviornment. I guess money is not the only thing that makes the world go round, it's the world of gossip.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
She's Priceless!!
ages 30-50
purpose: For parents to be aware of the extent to which other parents would go to to get money, even if it means giving up their child.
The child stars of the highly acclaimed film, Slumdog Millionaire have had a lot of controversy surrounding them ever since the film started receiving increasing worldwide attention and pulling in the big bucks at the box office. In today's society one would do anything for money, especially if that part of the world was living in poor conditions. However there is a line drawn in the circumstances of how one earns that money. Attempting to sell your own daughter, is definitely a big no in order to get money for yourself. As was reportedly attempted by Slumdog Millionaire child star Rubina Ali's father, Rafiq Quereshi.
Mr. Quesreshi had accepted that he met the man who posed to be a wealthy Arab sheikh. This alone speaks volumes itself. If Quereshi truly was not interested in giving away his daughter for money, then why would he accept to meet the man in the first place? I believe that when Quereshi was questioned about this, he immediately had no other choice than to deny it as he was well aware it would degrade his integrity. It is a well known fact that the child stars of the film did not receive a sufficient amount of money for their part in the acclaimed film, as can be proven by their current living conditions. Quereshi obviously wanted to take advantage of the fact that his family did not make enough money from the millions of dollars that the film got. In order to make up for this, he went to this meeting in hopes of getting an "offer" high enough that would be pleasing. Little did he know it was all a hoax.
By accepting to meet the' Wealthy Arab Sheikh', Quereshi brought it upon himself to have his intentions towards his now famous daughter questioned.
purpose: For parents to be aware of the extent to which other parents would go to to get money, even if it means giving up their child.
The child stars of the highly acclaimed film, Slumdog Millionaire have had a lot of controversy surrounding them ever since the film started receiving increasing worldwide attention and pulling in the big bucks at the box office. In today's society one would do anything for money, especially if that part of the world was living in poor conditions. However there is a line drawn in the circumstances of how one earns that money. Attempting to sell your own daughter, is definitely a big no in order to get money for yourself. As was reportedly attempted by Slumdog Millionaire child star Rubina Ali's father, Rafiq Quereshi.
Mr. Quesreshi had accepted that he met the man who posed to be a wealthy Arab sheikh. This alone speaks volumes itself. If Quereshi truly was not interested in giving away his daughter for money, then why would he accept to meet the man in the first place? I believe that when Quereshi was questioned about this, he immediately had no other choice than to deny it as he was well aware it would degrade his integrity. It is a well known fact that the child stars of the film did not receive a sufficient amount of money for their part in the acclaimed film, as can be proven by their current living conditions. Quereshi obviously wanted to take advantage of the fact that his family did not make enough money from the millions of dollars that the film got. In order to make up for this, he went to this meeting in hopes of getting an "offer" high enough that would be pleasing. Little did he know it was all a hoax.
By accepting to meet the' Wealthy Arab Sheikh', Quereshi brought it upon himself to have his intentions towards his now famous daughter questioned.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
How could such a thing happen?
ages: 15 to 19
purpose: to question the lack of security at this airport which luckily did not result tragically
This article presents itself with quite a lot of substantial evidence as there are quotes from primary sources such as from some of the hostages themselves, who were there to experience such an unfortunate event. By doing this the author of the article reassure it's audience that the article is highly worthy and qualified. The article captures the extent of just how frightful the experience was for these people on the hijacked plane. Therefore, this increases the amount of substantial evidence in the article as well as it's quality.
The author uses a style of writing that is informative but at the same time strives to get a fearful reaction from the audience. The article includes quotes that most audiences would find fearful if they were put in such a situation. For example, "I'm hijacking this plane", as well as,"I mean business, this is a hijacking, sit down, nobody move," these were all fearful quotes from what the passengers has heard from the hijacker, and the author chose to include them to bring across the idea of fear.
After the horrendous, unfortunate event of 9/11, airport security has become much tighter and people have become more aware. So why all of a sudden has this recent hijacking taken place on an airplane. This YAHOO article raises the crucial question of How did this man get pass security?It is also the question that mingles in every one's minds these days. The article specifically states in the introduction that "a lone gunman with "mental challenges" forced his way through security...", clearly this statement alone proves that majority of the blame is to be put on the security at this airport. The word 'forced' which was used basically is saying that the man made his way through, it seemed like there was nothing stopping him. Why is this? To add to this, the man was able to breach security with a gun. At airports I've been to, they are alone suspicious of what's in my water bottle, let alone if i had a gun with me.
Clearly the security at this airport was loose and not tight enough, or at all for that matter. There are many steps of security that this man got through, which resulted in him reaching his destination of the plane itself. There is no way that this man would have gotten through all the security steps, including metal detectors to detect the gun if only the security were doing what they were suppose to be doing; their jobs to protect innocent people. It's hard to believe that such incidents can occur again , especially after 9/11. After such a horrific event where many paid the most precious price of losing their lives, one would think that the security at each airport around the world would ALWAYS have their guard up and check everyone entering onto a plane.
As well, just because Canadian prime minister congratulated the Jamaican prime minister on the "successful resolution" certainly does not mean that everything is fine. Instead Mr. Harper should have been asking 'why?' and 'how?' There definitely is no need in a hijacking situation for congratulations. The responsibility of these peoples lives who were hijacked on this plane was in the responsibility of the security first of all. They have to ensure and double ensure that it is safe. Instead of quickly and happily giving out congratulations, the security should be put under a microscope to determine why these people now have to live with such a horrible experience for the rest of their lives. It would reassure many, as myself to get answers as to why this lack of security, in which the results could have ended up tragically. Do we really need a repeat of 9/11?
purpose: to question the lack of security at this airport which luckily did not result tragically
This article presents itself with quite a lot of substantial evidence as there are quotes from primary sources such as from some of the hostages themselves, who were there to experience such an unfortunate event. By doing this the author of the article reassure it's audience that the article is highly worthy and qualified. The article captures the extent of just how frightful the experience was for these people on the hijacked plane. Therefore, this increases the amount of substantial evidence in the article as well as it's quality.
The author uses a style of writing that is informative but at the same time strives to get a fearful reaction from the audience. The article includes quotes that most audiences would find fearful if they were put in such a situation. For example, "I'm hijacking this plane", as well as,"I mean business, this is a hijacking, sit down, nobody move," these were all fearful quotes from what the passengers has heard from the hijacker, and the author chose to include them to bring across the idea of fear.
After the horrendous, unfortunate event of 9/11, airport security has become much tighter and people have become more aware. So why all of a sudden has this recent hijacking taken place on an airplane. This YAHOO article raises the crucial question of How did this man get pass security?It is also the question that mingles in every one's minds these days. The article specifically states in the introduction that "a lone gunman with "mental challenges" forced his way through security...", clearly this statement alone proves that majority of the blame is to be put on the security at this airport. The word 'forced' which was used basically is saying that the man made his way through, it seemed like there was nothing stopping him. Why is this? To add to this, the man was able to breach security with a gun. At airports I've been to, they are alone suspicious of what's in my water bottle, let alone if i had a gun with me.
Clearly the security at this airport was loose and not tight enough, or at all for that matter. There are many steps of security that this man got through, which resulted in him reaching his destination of the plane itself. There is no way that this man would have gotten through all the security steps, including metal detectors to detect the gun if only the security were doing what they were suppose to be doing; their jobs to protect innocent people. It's hard to believe that such incidents can occur again , especially after 9/11. After such a horrific event where many paid the most precious price of losing their lives, one would think that the security at each airport around the world would ALWAYS have their guard up and check everyone entering onto a plane.
As well, just because Canadian prime minister congratulated the Jamaican prime minister on the "successful resolution" certainly does not mean that everything is fine. Instead Mr. Harper should have been asking 'why?' and 'how?' There definitely is no need in a hijacking situation for congratulations. The responsibility of these peoples lives who were hijacked on this plane was in the responsibility of the security first of all. They have to ensure and double ensure that it is safe. Instead of quickly and happily giving out congratulations, the security should be put under a microscope to determine why these people now have to live with such a horrible experience for the rest of their lives. It would reassure many, as myself to get answers as to why this lack of security, in which the results could have ended up tragically. Do we really need a repeat of 9/11?
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
I'M THE BEST MAN
A: So, man what's up?
K.W: Oh, nothin much man, same old
A: Cool. You're probably really happy that your latest album is selling so many copies eh?
K.W: Of course I'm happy but it's no surprise that MY album is doing really well.
A:Why do you say that?
K.W:Obviously I'm the best so no doubt my album will also be the best. C'mon man think about it.
A: Oh yeah, that's true. I don't even know why I would ask you that. Sorry, my bad.
K.W: Yeah, it's cool. Don't worry I get that a lot from other people. I'm used to it.
A: What do you mean?
K.W:Oh you know, people are always like why do you think you're the best out there? I had a guy come up to me the other day an he was like ,' you're so self centered'. I was like 'yeah I know, that's because I know I'm the best.'
A: Well, I think you're the best, so don't listen to anyone else. They are all just very jealous. You are the best and no one can take that away from you.
K.W: Yeah, I mean while I'm here making millions and having the number one song on the charts for the past month now, those people are not getting anywhere, so I guess they are jealous.
A: That's right. You're always right Kanye, you know that.
K.W: Yes, I know, how about telling me something I don't already know.
A: There I go again, me and my dumb mouth. Sorry. Here's something you don't already know, you're next album is going to be even better than this one.
K.W: Man, just get out of here, How can you say that? I am the best there is. I know that already man, c'mon. If you're saying that my next album will be better then that means that there is something wrong with this album out there. What? Is it not good enough?
A: No, man I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that. OK listen maybe it is best if I just get out of here now.
K.W: Yeah man, I think that's a good idea. Just remember, I am the best and you better now forget it next time I see you.
A: I won't Kanye, I'm sorry.
K.W: Oh, nothin much man, same old
A: Cool. You're probably really happy that your latest album is selling so many copies eh?
K.W: Of course I'm happy but it's no surprise that MY album is doing really well.
A:Why do you say that?
K.W:Obviously I'm the best so no doubt my album will also be the best. C'mon man think about it.
A: Oh yeah, that's true. I don't even know why I would ask you that. Sorry, my bad.
K.W: Yeah, it's cool. Don't worry I get that a lot from other people. I'm used to it.
A: What do you mean?
K.W:Oh you know, people are always like why do you think you're the best out there? I had a guy come up to me the other day an he was like ,' you're so self centered'. I was like 'yeah I know, that's because I know I'm the best.'
A: Well, I think you're the best, so don't listen to anyone else. They are all just very jealous. You are the best and no one can take that away from you.
K.W: Yeah, I mean while I'm here making millions and having the number one song on the charts for the past month now, those people are not getting anywhere, so I guess they are jealous.
A: That's right. You're always right Kanye, you know that.
K.W: Yes, I know, how about telling me something I don't already know.
A: There I go again, me and my dumb mouth. Sorry. Here's something you don't already know, you're next album is going to be even better than this one.
K.W: Man, just get out of here, How can you say that? I am the best there is. I know that already man, c'mon. If you're saying that my next album will be better then that means that there is something wrong with this album out there. What? Is it not good enough?
A: No, man I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that. OK listen maybe it is best if I just get out of here now.
K.W: Yeah man, I think that's a good idea. Just remember, I am the best and you better now forget it next time I see you.
A: I won't Kanye, I'm sorry.
Monday, April 6, 2009
A day with Simon Cowell
A: So when are you going to ask Paula out?
S.C: (in British accent) Oh, please don't start that with me again, you know fully damn well that I just want to be a single guy now. Get it through your head for god sakes.
A: OK OK sorry I asked.
S.C: Anyway, are you going to help me choose out something to wear for Tuesday night?
A: What's Tuesday night again?
S.C: Oh you are simply useless. Hello, American Idol, I'm judging remember? You have to help me choose something to wear.
A: Oh yeah, sorry. OK so I was thinking maybe instead of wearing so many black, greys and muted colors, you would go for a more colorful approach, what do you say?
S.C: That's a joke right, I mean you can't be serious. Me and colors, that sounds absolutely ridiculous.
A: OK then, well I guess we will just stick to finding you the usual long sleeved grey shirt.
S.C: Thank you
A: (picks up black shirt) OK here try this one on.
S.C: Not unless, you're trying to make me look like one of those overweight contestants on American Idol. And please don't try to make me look like on of those drunk karaoke singers.
A: (shows another shirt) How about this one?
S.C:Truthfully, that's absolutely horrible.
A: (looking over at entrance) Hey, isn't that Sanjaya who just walked in the entrance? Look over there?
S.C: Oh great just what I need right now.
A: How cool would it be if he was on the next season?
S.C: You can't be serious. I won't be able to put myself through another season of his corny, horrible, dreadful voice. It's an absolutely 100% categorical no.The only decent thing about that guy's performances was the end.
A: OK then, I'll make sure to pass that message to him.
S.C: Gosh, please do. He even looks absolutely horrendous.
A: Anyway, is there anything else you need besides a new shirt?
S.C: Oh yes, I need a bottle of Aspirin.
A: Why?
S.C: What a stupid question. After being put through all of those irritating 'boo's' and unnecessary screams for horrifying singers, by the end of the show I definitely need an Aspirin.
A: Oh, I never knew that, you always look so calm.
S.C: I think you need to get your eyes checked, because I'm always annoyed at the noise of that crowd.
A: (looks at Simon's right) Hey check out those blond triplets over there.
S.C: Oh, please they look like 3 overweight Jessica Simpson's.
A: You'll never change will you?
S.C: What a ridiculous question.
S.C: (in British accent) Oh, please don't start that with me again, you know fully damn well that I just want to be a single guy now. Get it through your head for god sakes.
A: OK OK sorry I asked.
S.C: Anyway, are you going to help me choose out something to wear for Tuesday night?
A: What's Tuesday night again?
S.C: Oh you are simply useless. Hello, American Idol, I'm judging remember? You have to help me choose something to wear.
A: Oh yeah, sorry. OK so I was thinking maybe instead of wearing so many black, greys and muted colors, you would go for a more colorful approach, what do you say?
S.C: That's a joke right, I mean you can't be serious. Me and colors, that sounds absolutely ridiculous.
A: OK then, well I guess we will just stick to finding you the usual long sleeved grey shirt.
S.C: Thank you
A: (picks up black shirt) OK here try this one on.
S.C: Not unless, you're trying to make me look like one of those overweight contestants on American Idol. And please don't try to make me look like on of those drunk karaoke singers.
A: (shows another shirt) How about this one?
S.C:Truthfully, that's absolutely horrible.
A: (looking over at entrance) Hey, isn't that Sanjaya who just walked in the entrance? Look over there?
S.C: Oh great just what I need right now.
A: How cool would it be if he was on the next season?
S.C: You can't be serious. I won't be able to put myself through another season of his corny, horrible, dreadful voice. It's an absolutely 100% categorical no.The only decent thing about that guy's performances was the end.
A: OK then, I'll make sure to pass that message to him.
S.C: Gosh, please do. He even looks absolutely horrendous.
A: Anyway, is there anything else you need besides a new shirt?
S.C: Oh yes, I need a bottle of Aspirin.
A: Why?
S.C: What a stupid question. After being put through all of those irritating 'boo's' and unnecessary screams for horrifying singers, by the end of the show I definitely need an Aspirin.
A: Oh, I never knew that, you always look so calm.
S.C: I think you need to get your eyes checked, because I'm always annoyed at the noise of that crowd.
A: (looks at Simon's right) Hey check out those blond triplets over there.
S.C: Oh, please they look like 3 overweight Jessica Simpson's.
A: You'll never change will you?
S.C: What a ridiculous question.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
He's Too Old!!!
(ages 15-19) (for the purpose to point out to everyone that everything has limits. Don't do something that you know will hurt your significant other)
Everything was going great until my husband decided to do the thing I despised his for. He knows that i don't talk to him for a very long time when he does these stupid things. To think coming to this carnival with him would be fun and we would both forget about how old we're both getting. As usual he is always with that outdated, instant developing, black and white camera of his on his neck. No one even uses those things anymore. Not only does Murphy look stupid with it but people are probably thinking 'what is this old guy doing taking pictures of young women?'
It's a good thing I noticed he was out of my sight when I did. Turning around to see him with that camera fixed on getting a shot at this woman who looked to be 6 times younger than my husband, was disturbing. I put my face right up to the camera and gave an angry, threatening look. He'll know next time not to mess with a face like that. I don't know if he still thinks he's in his 20's. What beautiful young woman will want to look at an old man like Murphy? I do love him, which is why i guess I'm being so overprotective and getting so angry. He belongs to me and only me. That camera of his should only have pictures of me only on it. I know I'm not as attractive as 30 years ago but I'm his wife and can someone blame me for wanting that attention? This is definitely the last time I'm coming to a carnival with Murphy.
Everything was going great until my husband decided to do the thing I despised his for. He knows that i don't talk to him for a very long time when he does these stupid things. To think coming to this carnival with him would be fun and we would both forget about how old we're both getting. As usual he is always with that outdated, instant developing, black and white camera of his on his neck. No one even uses those things anymore. Not only does Murphy look stupid with it but people are probably thinking 'what is this old guy doing taking pictures of young women?'
It's a good thing I noticed he was out of my sight when I did. Turning around to see him with that camera fixed on getting a shot at this woman who looked to be 6 times younger than my husband, was disturbing. I put my face right up to the camera and gave an angry, threatening look. He'll know next time not to mess with a face like that. I don't know if he still thinks he's in his 20's. What beautiful young woman will want to look at an old man like Murphy? I do love him, which is why i guess I'm being so overprotective and getting so angry. He belongs to me and only me. That camera of his should only have pictures of me only on it. I know I'm not as attractive as 30 years ago but I'm his wife and can someone blame me for wanting that attention? This is definitely the last time I'm coming to a carnival with Murphy.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
All I Can Do Is Wait
This piece is for audience between the ages of 12-18. It's purpose is to write so others can see that a child needs nothing more than a parent's love and guidance. Abandonment is not an option. As well having hope is always essential.
It's so strange that despite being in a bright green highly noticable outfit, one one has even noticed me yet on this hard floor. I guess mabey it's because i'm in a distant from the rest of them. I lie here on this abandoned, silent platform with nothing else to do but to wonder why. I can't tell time, but judging by the transformation of day turning into night, I can tell it's been a while. I am unable to move in this stiff green suit to see my surroundings, all I am able to view is the night sky and the glare of the daylight. I'm keeping my tiny fingers crossed hoping that the sun won't come out and shine directly at me. I'm not even one year old yet, I don't want to go blind. Besides that i really want to look my father in the eye for him to see my pity look ans then see the guilt in his eyes for leaving me here.
I knew he didn't want to take care of me but I didn't know he would go to this extreme of just leaving me lying on the ground in the middle of nowhere. I can't understand what him and my mother argue about, but judging by the way he always points his finger at me while arguing with my mom, I can tell it's probably about me. Even when my mom wants him to babysit me for a few hours, he always has an angry tone and he always yells at me for crying while he watches tv. Is it my fault that as a baby I need my formula every 3 hours? Does he want me to live in a soaking diaper? If that was the case then why wasn't he more careful when spending time with my mom before she made me? I'll never understand the way adult's brains work. I wish I remain a 10 month old baby for the rest of my life. Their lives just look to complicated.
I really hope he feels sorry for the pain he is putting my mom through all now an just decides to tell her where he left me. He looked as if he was at is breaking point when I was so hungary that i just has to continuosly cry to get what i want. I regret it now, i should have just kept this loud mouth shut, mabey he wouldn't have gotten so frustrated and just leave me on a hard wooden ground. He probably went into the grocery store all calm an peaceful without me. Mabey this is all my fault. He didn't even care what he was putting me in to wear while dressing me to go out into public.
I really feel sorry for my poor mother who is probably going ballistic trying to find me. She loves me so much. I hope she finds me soon because it's starting to get really cold out here and it seems by the sky that it's starting to get dark. All I can do now is just wait for her all by myself in this ugly looking pea suit. I hope to mabey hear the footsteps of someone walking onto this deserted platform or mabey hearing the rushing steps of my mothers shoes. I can only wait, because what else can this helpless baby do?
It's so strange that despite being in a bright green highly noticable outfit, one one has even noticed me yet on this hard floor. I guess mabey it's because i'm in a distant from the rest of them. I lie here on this abandoned, silent platform with nothing else to do but to wonder why. I can't tell time, but judging by the transformation of day turning into night, I can tell it's been a while. I am unable to move in this stiff green suit to see my surroundings, all I am able to view is the night sky and the glare of the daylight. I'm keeping my tiny fingers crossed hoping that the sun won't come out and shine directly at me. I'm not even one year old yet, I don't want to go blind. Besides that i really want to look my father in the eye for him to see my pity look ans then see the guilt in his eyes for leaving me here.
I knew he didn't want to take care of me but I didn't know he would go to this extreme of just leaving me lying on the ground in the middle of nowhere. I can't understand what him and my mother argue about, but judging by the way he always points his finger at me while arguing with my mom, I can tell it's probably about me. Even when my mom wants him to babysit me for a few hours, he always has an angry tone and he always yells at me for crying while he watches tv. Is it my fault that as a baby I need my formula every 3 hours? Does he want me to live in a soaking diaper? If that was the case then why wasn't he more careful when spending time with my mom before she made me? I'll never understand the way adult's brains work. I wish I remain a 10 month old baby for the rest of my life. Their lives just look to complicated.
I really hope he feels sorry for the pain he is putting my mom through all now an just decides to tell her where he left me. He looked as if he was at is breaking point when I was so hungary that i just has to continuosly cry to get what i want. I regret it now, i should have just kept this loud mouth shut, mabey he wouldn't have gotten so frustrated and just leave me on a hard wooden ground. He probably went into the grocery store all calm an peaceful without me. Mabey this is all my fault. He didn't even care what he was putting me in to wear while dressing me to go out into public.
I really feel sorry for my poor mother who is probably going ballistic trying to find me. She loves me so much. I hope she finds me soon because it's starting to get really cold out here and it seems by the sky that it's starting to get dark. All I can do now is just wait for her all by myself in this ugly looking pea suit. I hope to mabey hear the footsteps of someone walking onto this deserted platform or mabey hearing the rushing steps of my mothers shoes. I can only wait, because what else can this helpless baby do?
Saturday, March 28, 2009
CRUSHED!
If only he knew what I've done to him and his family, I would probably not be standing here right now. I would most likely be a lifeless body laying beneath this cliff. Telling the brother who stands ahead of me who has always cared and loved me and has never thought twice about putting my needs before his, will be the most difficult thing I have ever had to do in my life.
While growing up John has always been the 'better' child in our parents' eyes. He was the better student than me, the better sport player than me, the better good-looking one than me. I always came second. John even took me into his home with his own family. There was no other choice really, I mean I had no money, no job and no home. Throughout my teen years, I use to just say to myself 'I will find that special person one day who will love me and see me as the better one'. That day never came, but the dark side in me did. It came the day when John went out of town for business. That night I came back to his house completely drunk and out of my senses. I remembered opening the door to the sight of his beautiful wife in her pyjamas making her way up the stairs. All I remembered was a burning desire was raging inside me. I was forcing her onto her bed while her strong struggles against me persisted. Her moaning and groaning left me satisfied, thats when I walked out and quietly sneeked into my room, making sure not to wake their two sons.
Waking up in the morning and remembering the sinful act I had commited, left me crushed. How could I have done that to the poor woman who took me into her home and to my brother, John. When John came home that night, it was as if everything was normal with his wife. She had not said a word to him about what I had done to her. This had made it even worse considering how much she wanted to keep this family together and she knew it would kill her husband who thought the world of his brother. Days passed , turning into weeks, when I finally realized I had to tell John the truth or else I would not be able to live with myself.
I thought of no better place than to bring my brother to reveal the truth to him than the cliff we use to hike up to every holiday. It kills me inside to see him just standing there taking in the beautiful scene that surrounded us. He looks so content with life, standing there like a statue. I have to tell him now, knowing that in an instant the way he views his perfect life will all be crushed and destroyed by none other than me, his own flesh and blood. I've always been a nobody and nothing, which is why after I tell him, I will plunge towards the death I most certainly deserve, while he watches my life going into a distant till my bones crush to the ground.
While growing up John has always been the 'better' child in our parents' eyes. He was the better student than me, the better sport player than me, the better good-looking one than me. I always came second. John even took me into his home with his own family. There was no other choice really, I mean I had no money, no job and no home. Throughout my teen years, I use to just say to myself 'I will find that special person one day who will love me and see me as the better one'. That day never came, but the dark side in me did. It came the day when John went out of town for business. That night I came back to his house completely drunk and out of my senses. I remembered opening the door to the sight of his beautiful wife in her pyjamas making her way up the stairs. All I remembered was a burning desire was raging inside me. I was forcing her onto her bed while her strong struggles against me persisted. Her moaning and groaning left me satisfied, thats when I walked out and quietly sneeked into my room, making sure not to wake their two sons.
Waking up in the morning and remembering the sinful act I had commited, left me crushed. How could I have done that to the poor woman who took me into her home and to my brother, John. When John came home that night, it was as if everything was normal with his wife. She had not said a word to him about what I had done to her. This had made it even worse considering how much she wanted to keep this family together and she knew it would kill her husband who thought the world of his brother. Days passed , turning into weeks, when I finally realized I had to tell John the truth or else I would not be able to live with myself.
I thought of no better place than to bring my brother to reveal the truth to him than the cliff we use to hike up to every holiday. It kills me inside to see him just standing there taking in the beautiful scene that surrounded us. He looks so content with life, standing there like a statue. I have to tell him now, knowing that in an instant the way he views his perfect life will all be crushed and destroyed by none other than me, his own flesh and blood. I've always been a nobody and nothing, which is why after I tell him, I will plunge towards the death I most certainly deserve, while he watches my life going into a distant till my bones crush to the ground.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Teenager visits the doctor
(ages-15-18) (Just because a teenager is going to a doctor does not mean something is wrong with him/her, one should not jump to conclusions)
March 12,2009 Teenager Visiting Doctors Reported by:Amelia Gopual
15 year old Priscilla Gopaul will be making a visit to the doctors office this week, the reason for the visit is unknown to all.
Priscilla Gopaul, daughter of Caroline and Sooklal Gopaul will be taking a trip to Dr. Buckadarian's office on Thursday, March 12. The reason for this sudden visit is unknown, but eyewitnesses are arriving to all sorts of conclusions. Some believe that Priscilla may be pregnant as they have seen her sneaking in a mysterious boy into the apartment when her parents are not at home. Other's speculate that Priscilla has some sort of terrible, contagious rash on her skin, as they have seen her often scratching her arms and neck quite frequently.
The appointment is believed to have been made by Priscilla's mom, Caroline Gopaul on Tuesday afternoon. According to Dr. Buckadarian's Secretary, Maria Sheely says; "Yes, Mrs. Gopaul had called the office on Tuesday afternoon. She inquired about the available appointments the doctor has open and immediately booked Thursday, March 12 at 1 p.m. Initially I thought that the appointment was for herself or Sooklal. When she said it's for Priscilla I was a bit shocked because to my knowledge Priscilla does not like doctors."
Priscilla's mom, Caroline Gopaul was unavailable for comment but Sooklal Gopaul, her dad did have this to say;"Honestly, I don't know the circumstances under which Priscilla is attending the doctor's appointment for. Priscilla more prefers to discuss these personal things with her mom than me as it is usually awkward for a dad. I don't want to pry and demand to know 'why', but I'm sure it's nothing very serious." When asked if he will be attending Priscilla's appointment, Sooklal says;"Actually during that time, I will be working, so I believe that my wife will be going with her."
This has come to a shock to all since Priscilla does not usually go to the doctors often, not even for routine check-ups. From this it is strongly believed that Priscilla is not just going for a routine check up, but for something perhaps more serious.
March 12,2009 Teenager Visiting Doctors Reported by:Amelia Gopual
15 year old Priscilla Gopaul will be making a visit to the doctors office this week, the reason for the visit is unknown to all.
Priscilla Gopaul, daughter of Caroline and Sooklal Gopaul will be taking a trip to Dr. Buckadarian's office on Thursday, March 12. The reason for this sudden visit is unknown, but eyewitnesses are arriving to all sorts of conclusions. Some believe that Priscilla may be pregnant as they have seen her sneaking in a mysterious boy into the apartment when her parents are not at home. Other's speculate that Priscilla has some sort of terrible, contagious rash on her skin, as they have seen her often scratching her arms and neck quite frequently.
The appointment is believed to have been made by Priscilla's mom, Caroline Gopaul on Tuesday afternoon. According to Dr. Buckadarian's Secretary, Maria Sheely says; "Yes, Mrs. Gopaul had called the office on Tuesday afternoon. She inquired about the available appointments the doctor has open and immediately booked Thursday, March 12 at 1 p.m. Initially I thought that the appointment was for herself or Sooklal. When she said it's for Priscilla I was a bit shocked because to my knowledge Priscilla does not like doctors."
Priscilla's mom, Caroline Gopaul was unavailable for comment but Sooklal Gopaul, her dad did have this to say;"Honestly, I don't know the circumstances under which Priscilla is attending the doctor's appointment for. Priscilla more prefers to discuss these personal things with her mom than me as it is usually awkward for a dad. I don't want to pry and demand to know 'why', but I'm sure it's nothing very serious." When asked if he will be attending Priscilla's appointment, Sooklal says;"Actually during that time, I will be working, so I believe that my wife will be going with her."
This has come to a shock to all since Priscilla does not usually go to the doctors often, not even for routine check-ups. From this it is strongly believed that Priscilla is not just going for a routine check up, but for something perhaps more serious.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Mother All Laid Up!
(ages 30-45) (a familt can't constantly rely on their moms to take care of everything, take some responsibility and do it yourself)
Wed, March 11,2009 Mother laid up in bed Reported by:Amelia Gopaul
Caroline Gopaul, 45 years old is now restrained to a bed. Mother of two has come down with the flu just recently and is strictly limited to bed rest in her apartment.
Caroline Gopaul who is known for her completing ongoing chores and tasks and even goes to the extent of not sleeping or eating until the house work is complete has been confined to her bed. She is the mother of two daughters and the wife to her husband who don't have 'time' to do have the work in the house. Caroline is the the one who cleans up after the three and even cooks. According to the family, Caroline goes outside in the cold weather without dressing warmly or wearing a jacket. This seems to be the cause of her flu. At the moment Caroline is still very sick with the typical symptoms of the flu; a stuffy nose, a sore throat and a hoarse cough.
Caroline also at the moment is on a leave of absence from her workplace;Sobey's grocery store. Her supervisor states; "We greatly miss Caroline at the moment. She is the fastest cashier in her and we really do need her. The customers who came in today were inquiring about where their favourite cashier is. We wish her a speedy recovery because she brings in the money for us."
Caroline's husband, Sooklal Gopaul takes it a step further by saying he is praying for her recovery; "I warned her to wear her jacket before she gets sick and has to be laid up for weeks, but she didn't listen. Now i am left with all of her responsibilities and on top of that i have to manage my office job. The kids are driving me crazy with their constant complaining of how i can't cook. I am praying for the sake of the health of my children so that they don't get sick from my cooking, I just want my wife to get better soon."
Caroline Gopaul was unavailable for comment as she was terribly sick, but we certainly do wish her a speedy recovery maybe not as much as her family however.
Wed, March 11,2009 Mother laid up in bed Reported by:Amelia Gopaul
Caroline Gopaul, 45 years old is now restrained to a bed. Mother of two has come down with the flu just recently and is strictly limited to bed rest in her apartment.
Caroline Gopaul who is known for her completing ongoing chores and tasks and even goes to the extent of not sleeping or eating until the house work is complete has been confined to her bed. She is the mother of two daughters and the wife to her husband who don't have 'time' to do have the work in the house. Caroline is the the one who cleans up after the three and even cooks. According to the family, Caroline goes outside in the cold weather without dressing warmly or wearing a jacket. This seems to be the cause of her flu. At the moment Caroline is still very sick with the typical symptoms of the flu; a stuffy nose, a sore throat and a hoarse cough.
Caroline also at the moment is on a leave of absence from her workplace;Sobey's grocery store. Her supervisor states; "We greatly miss Caroline at the moment. She is the fastest cashier in her and we really do need her. The customers who came in today were inquiring about where their favourite cashier is. We wish her a speedy recovery because she brings in the money for us."
Caroline's husband, Sooklal Gopaul takes it a step further by saying he is praying for her recovery; "I warned her to wear her jacket before she gets sick and has to be laid up for weeks, but she didn't listen. Now i am left with all of her responsibilities and on top of that i have to manage my office job. The kids are driving me crazy with their constant complaining of how i can't cook. I am praying for the sake of the health of my children so that they don't get sick from my cooking, I just want my wife to get better soon."
Caroline Gopaul was unavailable for comment as she was terribly sick, but we certainly do wish her a speedy recovery maybe not as much as her family however.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Dad changing roles
(ages 25-45, The purpose is so that others can realize that roles amongst a household do not just have to be limited to a certain person or by what society teaches, it can change)
Tues, March 10, 2009 Dad does the unexpected reported by:Amelia Gopaul of Toronto Star
48 year old, Sooklal Gopaul was seen by his teenage daughter, washing the dishes in the sink on Monday night at his apartment. Due to his wife coming down with the flu, Sooklal took it upon himself to do the right thing.
On Monday, March 9 at around 9:00 p.m, Sooklal Gopaul made sure to complete the task his wife usually does; washing the dishes. After a family dinner, witnesses say they overheard Sooklal and his wife Caroline arguing about who will wash the dirty dishes that laid in the sink. While Caroline said she was well enough to stand there and do it, her husband Sooklal replied that the doctor told her she needs rest and should not be working. Both daughters also heard that it was mom who gave in and said 'fine'. Although both daughters don't know for sure, they believe that Caroline was quite happy with the decision.
Both daughters said they saw their dad in front of the sink for about half and hour. He had an expression of exhaustion and regret. They say that when he was finished he immediately went to wash himself up and get ready for bed. What came as a surprise to the family, was that the next day when they examined the china set, it was exceptionally well cleaned with no sign of food.
Caroline Gopaul, wife of the good doer says in a nasally voice; "For surely just as any wife would be to see her husband washing the dishes, came as a surprise and you can even say a shock. It's always reassuring to know that my husband cares a lot for me and wants to see me all better. He has never done something like this before. Usually while i wash the dishes, he is usually catching the last half and hour of some sports game on TV. I hope i get sick more often, to bring out this wonderful type of behaviour in my husband."
Sadie Gopaul, daughter of the family just can't believe what her dad did; "When i told my friends at school about this, they were all laughing at him. They were like 'OMG is your dad like the mom of the house to do something like that?' I told them 'I know i can't believe it either'. I really don't want this to prolong because i don't want my friends to think my dad is like a mom or something, you know what i mean? I just hope mom gets better soon so that he can go back to do the manly chores."
Family psychologist, Terrance Kublalsingh says; "This practise among many families is becoming more common each day. The roles of what a mother does and what a father does are gradually starting to meet and co-mingle. It's great that dads are doing more to help out in the household."
We hope that Sooklal Gopaul will set a good example for all the other dads in the society.
Tues, March 10, 2009 Dad does the unexpected reported by:Amelia Gopaul of Toronto Star
48 year old, Sooklal Gopaul was seen by his teenage daughter, washing the dishes in the sink on Monday night at his apartment. Due to his wife coming down with the flu, Sooklal took it upon himself to do the right thing.
On Monday, March 9 at around 9:00 p.m, Sooklal Gopaul made sure to complete the task his wife usually does; washing the dishes. After a family dinner, witnesses say they overheard Sooklal and his wife Caroline arguing about who will wash the dirty dishes that laid in the sink. While Caroline said she was well enough to stand there and do it, her husband Sooklal replied that the doctor told her she needs rest and should not be working. Both daughters also heard that it was mom who gave in and said 'fine'. Although both daughters don't know for sure, they believe that Caroline was quite happy with the decision.
Both daughters said they saw their dad in front of the sink for about half and hour. He had an expression of exhaustion and regret. They say that when he was finished he immediately went to wash himself up and get ready for bed. What came as a surprise to the family, was that the next day when they examined the china set, it was exceptionally well cleaned with no sign of food.
Caroline Gopaul, wife of the good doer says in a nasally voice; "For surely just as any wife would be to see her husband washing the dishes, came as a surprise and you can even say a shock. It's always reassuring to know that my husband cares a lot for me and wants to see me all better. He has never done something like this before. Usually while i wash the dishes, he is usually catching the last half and hour of some sports game on TV. I hope i get sick more often, to bring out this wonderful type of behaviour in my husband."
Sadie Gopaul, daughter of the family just can't believe what her dad did; "When i told my friends at school about this, they were all laughing at him. They were like 'OMG is your dad like the mom of the house to do something like that?' I told them 'I know i can't believe it either'. I really don't want this to prolong because i don't want my friends to think my dad is like a mom or something, you know what i mean? I just hope mom gets better soon so that he can go back to do the manly chores."
Family psychologist, Terrance Kublalsingh says; "This practise among many families is becoming more common each day. The roles of what a mother does and what a father does are gradually starting to meet and co-mingle. It's great that dads are doing more to help out in the household."
We hope that Sooklal Gopaul will set a good example for all the other dads in the society.
Monday, March 9, 2009
She Finally Did It!
Mon, March 9,2009 SHE FINALLY DID IT! Reported By: Amelia Gopaul
15 year old Priscilla Ramlochan took it upon herself to carry out a big responsibility on her shoulder;taking out the garbage to the garbage shoot on her apartment floor.
On Saturday, March 7,2009, 15 year old Priscilla Ramlochan performed the duty of taking out not one but two full stinky garbage bags. This has certainly come as a surprise to Gowan neighbourhood, as Priscilla has never done before.
According to a number of eyewitnesses living on the seventh floor, they say they heard a door being opened and the rustling of what sounded like bags. Two eyewitnesses who looked into their peepholes said they saw Priscilla holding the two bags in front of her and she then closed the door behind her. Priscilla was quickly walking through the hall barefoot. Every now and then she would for some reason turn around mabey to see if someone was coming; she looked cautious. Eyewitnesses also added that Priscilla in a haste opened the door to the garbage shoot and quickly dumped bag after bag of the garbage. Priscilla then was running back to her apartment where she closed the door behind her.
19 year old David Sanchopolous who is a friendly neighbour said; "When I looked through that peephole and saw Priscilla, I thought Oh My God, it's a miracle! What brought this on in her, i thought for the rest of the night."
The superintendent of #60 Gowan avenue also has something to say in this miraculous event;"From what I heard, Priscilla is a couch potato, she detests cleaning and especially taking out the garbage. It's reassuring to know that Priscilla has decided to contribute to ensuring the cleanliness of our building. It makes my job that much easier to not have rodents and flies attracting to the garbage onside an apartment.
Priscilla's parents, Caroline and Sooklal were at work at the time of the event but did have this to say; "When we found out from the neighbours of what a good deed Priscilla had done, we simply thought they were pulling a prank on us. But when we asked Priscilla herself if this was true, she said yes. We are indeed proud of having raised such a wonderful daughter who knows what the right thing to do is. I just hope we live to see such a miraculous event occur again."
We certainly do hope to see more of such good being done in our society. But for now here's to Priscilla Ramlochan.
15 year old Priscilla Ramlochan took it upon herself to carry out a big responsibility on her shoulder;taking out the garbage to the garbage shoot on her apartment floor.
On Saturday, March 7,2009, 15 year old Priscilla Ramlochan performed the duty of taking out not one but two full stinky garbage bags. This has certainly come as a surprise to Gowan neighbourhood, as Priscilla has never done before.
According to a number of eyewitnesses living on the seventh floor, they say they heard a door being opened and the rustling of what sounded like bags. Two eyewitnesses who looked into their peepholes said they saw Priscilla holding the two bags in front of her and she then closed the door behind her. Priscilla was quickly walking through the hall barefoot. Every now and then she would for some reason turn around mabey to see if someone was coming; she looked cautious. Eyewitnesses also added that Priscilla in a haste opened the door to the garbage shoot and quickly dumped bag after bag of the garbage. Priscilla then was running back to her apartment where she closed the door behind her.
19 year old David Sanchopolous who is a friendly neighbour said; "When I looked through that peephole and saw Priscilla, I thought Oh My God, it's a miracle! What brought this on in her, i thought for the rest of the night."
The superintendent of #60 Gowan avenue also has something to say in this miraculous event;"From what I heard, Priscilla is a couch potato, she detests cleaning and especially taking out the garbage. It's reassuring to know that Priscilla has decided to contribute to ensuring the cleanliness of our building. It makes my job that much easier to not have rodents and flies attracting to the garbage onside an apartment.
Priscilla's parents, Caroline and Sooklal were at work at the time of the event but did have this to say; "When we found out from the neighbours of what a good deed Priscilla had done, we simply thought they were pulling a prank on us. But when we asked Priscilla herself if this was true, she said yes. We are indeed proud of having raised such a wonderful daughter who knows what the right thing to do is. I just hope we live to see such a miraculous event occur again."
We certainly do hope to see more of such good being done in our society. But for now here's to Priscilla Ramlochan.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
STOP
Once upon a time,
there was a boy who just couldn't stop his rhyme.
He tried and tried and tried,
until he cried and cried and cried.
He wondered through the woods,
and met a boy who had a lot of goods.
Do you have anything for my rhymes? he asked
No answer from the boy who was masked.
He continued to ask and ask throughout the day,
until he heard,'you won't get anything until you pay.
The boy pulled out some money,
and in return got some honey.
He swallowed it, then had to wait
his rhyming continued, he realized the boy used his as bait.
He walked and stoped in front of a book,
it read, put those rhymes to cook.
He opened it to a spell
and it wished him well.
He no longer spoke with rhyme,
and better yet he earned back his dime.
there was a boy who just couldn't stop his rhyme.
He tried and tried and tried,
until he cried and cried and cried.
He wondered through the woods,
and met a boy who had a lot of goods.
Do you have anything for my rhymes? he asked
No answer from the boy who was masked.
He continued to ask and ask throughout the day,
until he heard,'you won't get anything until you pay.
The boy pulled out some money,
and in return got some honey.
He swallowed it, then had to wait
his rhyming continued, he realized the boy used his as bait.
He walked and stoped in front of a book,
it read, put those rhymes to cook.
He opened it to a spell
and it wished him well.
He no longer spoke with rhyme,
and better yet he earned back his dime.
Still living without them
Blinded through the eyes,
where sight lies.
Distinguishing feeling; sometimes soft or hard,
I still know the way through my yard.
Hearing outside all the sounds
this sense just has no bounds.
My sense of smell is so good,
that I can smell a bandit in my hood.
Without them, I barely have to try,
but sometimes you'll hear a cry.
They are dead, my eyes
but it doesn't mean with them my senses dies.
where sight lies.
Distinguishing feeling; sometimes soft or hard,
I still know the way through my yard.
Hearing outside all the sounds
this sense just has no bounds.
My sense of smell is so good,
that I can smell a bandit in my hood.
Without them, I barely have to try,
but sometimes you'll hear a cry.
They are dead, my eyes
but it doesn't mean with them my senses dies.
Beauty of Landscape
Witness it's beauty with your eyes,
you'll see that it never dies.
Witness it's freshness with your nose,
just come and take a dose.
It surrounds you with it's embrace,
you'll see it stands with so much grace.
Sending to you a slight breeze,
you'll see it never ceases to freeze.
It stands throughout time so still,
you'll never hear yourself say, until...
It's scenic view is infinite,
you'll love it, is definite.
you'll see that it never dies.
Witness it's freshness with your nose,
just come and take a dose.
It surrounds you with it's embrace,
you'll see it stands with so much grace.
Sending to you a slight breeze,
you'll see it never ceases to freeze.
It stands throughout time so still,
you'll never hear yourself say, until...
It's scenic view is infinite,
you'll love it, is definite.
Monday, March 2, 2009
It's just a dream!
All he wants is to see me dead,
don't worry, it's all in my head.
I think to myself, it's just another one,
in a minute, it'll all be done.
His sharp, long machete, gives me a scare,
oh this is all I can bare.
Hiding behind a tree on a silent cold night,
oh no! he sees me in sight!
I run as fast as I can, but it seems like no use,
looking back, his face shows nothing but amuse.
Tripping over a stick, I fell
what he was going to do, I could tell
Twisting and turning on my bed,
all in my head is the color red.
It's just a dream, I say
time to get on with my day.
don't worry, it's all in my head.
I think to myself, it's just another one,
in a minute, it'll all be done.
His sharp, long machete, gives me a scare,
oh this is all I can bare.
Hiding behind a tree on a silent cold night,
oh no! he sees me in sight!
I run as fast as I can, but it seems like no use,
looking back, his face shows nothing but amuse.
Tripping over a stick, I fell
what he was going to do, I could tell
Twisting and turning on my bed,
all in my head is the color red.
It's just a dream, I say
time to get on with my day.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
On the bus with HIM
this written piece is intended for the early adult age group-19-24
At the Pape stop, he arrived on the bus. He shall be named Noah. In Noah's right hand he is holding onto a bus pass card,valid for February. Looks like Noah will be needing a new one soon as February is almost over. From the bus pass it seems that Noah often travels frequently. Stopping in front of the bus driver, Noah flashes his bus pass to him in order to allow him to sit on the bus and carry him to his destination. Let's see where Noah is headed on this journey.
After flashing his card to the bus driver, Noah turns and walks to the first available seat at the front of the bus. He sits down looking calm and collective. He removes his backpack from his shoulders and places it on top of his lap. The young man who looks to be in his early 20's seems to be a student at Ryerson university. Noah is wearing long, grey pants with a long band dropping from his left pocket that has Ryerson and it's colors on it. Noah is also wearing a black long winter jacket. To complete his outfit, he is wearing black, formal shoes. Noah is looking ahead of the bus driver's window in anticipation. It seems that he maybe looking forward to reach his destination. From Noah's appearance that destination seems to be Ryerson university. Noah definitely is quite punctual.
Looking at Noah, leaves one with the impression of uniqueness. His handsome face is definitely not one you can forget easily. His piercing, dark brown eyes are wondering around the bus and then to the scenery outside the window he is faced with in front of him. His light brown complexion smooth skin contrasts against the white collar sticking out from under his jacket. As Noah's average size body built sits on the seat of the bus, he takes out a book, opens it to the middle and begins reading it. It can be clearly seen that Noah is interested in learning and definitely likes to read.
Noah seems to be a very welcoming and friendly guy. his expression of calamity says that he is an easy-going, stress free type of guy. He seems to love the environment he is living in as well as the people around him. Looking at Noah, it is hard to determine whether or not he is living independently or with his family. He appears to be so mature and adult-like. However on the other hand, when noticing that he attends university and travels by the bus, it's likely that he won't be able to afford and balance out rent, work, a car, university and food supplies. Most likely he lives with his family, probably his parents. It appears to be that the reason he takes the bus is probably because his working parents use their car(s) to get to work. Plus with university tuition, buying a car would be too much of an expense for Noah. One can almost be certain that Noah lives with family because just by looking into his eyes, he seems to be so loving and caring. You can almost tell that he is quite attached to his family.
Noah's eyes continue to skim the pages of his book while the East York school stop approaches. His body language obviously does not say that this is his stop to get off at. In fact Noah seems to be making himself even more comfortable in his seat taking of his long black jacket and placing it on top of his backpack. It seems the journey ahead for this stranger still has a long way to go.
At the Pape stop, he arrived on the bus. He shall be named Noah. In Noah's right hand he is holding onto a bus pass card,valid for February. Looks like Noah will be needing a new one soon as February is almost over. From the bus pass it seems that Noah often travels frequently. Stopping in front of the bus driver, Noah flashes his bus pass to him in order to allow him to sit on the bus and carry him to his destination. Let's see where Noah is headed on this journey.
After flashing his card to the bus driver, Noah turns and walks to the first available seat at the front of the bus. He sits down looking calm and collective. He removes his backpack from his shoulders and places it on top of his lap. The young man who looks to be in his early 20's seems to be a student at Ryerson university. Noah is wearing long, grey pants with a long band dropping from his left pocket that has Ryerson and it's colors on it. Noah is also wearing a black long winter jacket. To complete his outfit, he is wearing black, formal shoes. Noah is looking ahead of the bus driver's window in anticipation. It seems that he maybe looking forward to reach his destination. From Noah's appearance that destination seems to be Ryerson university. Noah definitely is quite punctual.
Looking at Noah, leaves one with the impression of uniqueness. His handsome face is definitely not one you can forget easily. His piercing, dark brown eyes are wondering around the bus and then to the scenery outside the window he is faced with in front of him. His light brown complexion smooth skin contrasts against the white collar sticking out from under his jacket. As Noah's average size body built sits on the seat of the bus, he takes out a book, opens it to the middle and begins reading it. It can be clearly seen that Noah is interested in learning and definitely likes to read.
Noah seems to be a very welcoming and friendly guy. his expression of calamity says that he is an easy-going, stress free type of guy. He seems to love the environment he is living in as well as the people around him. Looking at Noah, it is hard to determine whether or not he is living independently or with his family. He appears to be so mature and adult-like. However on the other hand, when noticing that he attends university and travels by the bus, it's likely that he won't be able to afford and balance out rent, work, a car, university and food supplies. Most likely he lives with his family, probably his parents. It appears to be that the reason he takes the bus is probably because his working parents use their car(s) to get to work. Plus with university tuition, buying a car would be too much of an expense for Noah. One can almost be certain that Noah lives with family because just by looking into his eyes, he seems to be so loving and caring. You can almost tell that he is quite attached to his family.
Noah's eyes continue to skim the pages of his book while the East York school stop approaches. His body language obviously does not say that this is his stop to get off at. In fact Noah seems to be making himself even more comfortable in his seat taking of his long black jacket and placing it on top of his backpack. It seems the journey ahead for this stranger still has a long way to go.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
At the grocery store with Selena
This written piece is intended for the age group of 24-40 (working moms)
There she is standing in the long line at the grocery store. We shall call this stranger, Selena. Selena can be seen standing at the end of the long line, with a packed cart in front of her. Her average size body weight is leaning on the handle of the cart in front of her, as she seems to be tired and exhausted from a typical 9-5 office day job. Selena is looking past the approximate 10 customers in front of her and straight ahead to the cashier who she is hoping can speed up the rate at which she is cashing each item. Selena continues standing in the line, which doesn't seem to be progressing, with an expression of exhaustion, tiredness and frustration.
From the appearance of Selena's body language and facial expression right now, one may get the impression that she is not a very welcoming person, in fact she appears to be quite mean and intimidating looking. This may be mostly because of the frustration of standing in such a long line. By looking at Selena, one sees that she is most likely in her 20's. She is quite attractive with layered-shoulder length chestnut brown hair along with dark chocolate-colored eyes. It seems as if Selena doesn't get much sleep as she has a layer of bags under both of her eyes, perhaps it's the result of working late. The use of dark eye liner and a dark shade of red lipstick stands out on her cream-skin colored complexion face. Selena seems to be a born pure Canadian.
Selena seems to be in the Sobey's grocery store after coming from a long, hard day at say her office job. Her formal office stripe pants and black heels along with a long black coat says that she has a well-paying job at maybe a company. The black purse hanging from Selena's shoulder seems to contain a lot as if it's weighing down the lady's shoulder, perhaps it contains a 'fat wallet'.
Oh, would you look at that, Selena is next in line to cash her grocery items at the cashier. From a fully packed cart of grocery items, Selena begins taking each item out and onto the belt in a rush, she begins with the loaf of Dempsters sliced bread. From the variety and amount of food items on the belt and in the cart, Selena definitely does not live alone. From the Rice Krispes, Candy and a large rectangular cake with the words on it saying,'Happy 6TH Birthday Jessica', it appears that Selena has a family of her own. It appears the Selena's family consists of herself, a six-year old daughter ad a husband who loves snacking on Pistachios nuts. The pasta and canned Tomato sauce say that is what will be cooked and served by Selena tonight for the nightly family dinner. The last of the items, the frozen food meals packed in a box send the message that sometimes 'mom' won't have time to cook dinner as she may be busy with work or pulling a late night.
After all of her grocery items are cashed for, Selena takes out her credit card to pay. She quickly shoves the receipt into her stuffed wallet and in a rush fills the cart with her grocery bags. Selena in a quick pace, walks out of the Sobey's store pushing her cart and arrives outside to the parking lot to a black SUV where she opens the trunk and begins filling it with the bags. Selena quickly jumps into the car seat and drives away just as another stranger.
There she is standing in the long line at the grocery store. We shall call this stranger, Selena. Selena can be seen standing at the end of the long line, with a packed cart in front of her. Her average size body weight is leaning on the handle of the cart in front of her, as she seems to be tired and exhausted from a typical 9-5 office day job. Selena is looking past the approximate 10 customers in front of her and straight ahead to the cashier who she is hoping can speed up the rate at which she is cashing each item. Selena continues standing in the line, which doesn't seem to be progressing, with an expression of exhaustion, tiredness and frustration.
From the appearance of Selena's body language and facial expression right now, one may get the impression that she is not a very welcoming person, in fact she appears to be quite mean and intimidating looking. This may be mostly because of the frustration of standing in such a long line. By looking at Selena, one sees that she is most likely in her 20's. She is quite attractive with layered-shoulder length chestnut brown hair along with dark chocolate-colored eyes. It seems as if Selena doesn't get much sleep as she has a layer of bags under both of her eyes, perhaps it's the result of working late. The use of dark eye liner and a dark shade of red lipstick stands out on her cream-skin colored complexion face. Selena seems to be a born pure Canadian.
Selena seems to be in the Sobey's grocery store after coming from a long, hard day at say her office job. Her formal office stripe pants and black heels along with a long black coat says that she has a well-paying job at maybe a company. The black purse hanging from Selena's shoulder seems to contain a lot as if it's weighing down the lady's shoulder, perhaps it contains a 'fat wallet'.
Oh, would you look at that, Selena is next in line to cash her grocery items at the cashier. From a fully packed cart of grocery items, Selena begins taking each item out and onto the belt in a rush, she begins with the loaf of Dempsters sliced bread. From the variety and amount of food items on the belt and in the cart, Selena definitely does not live alone. From the Rice Krispes, Candy and a large rectangular cake with the words on it saying,'Happy 6TH Birthday Jessica', it appears that Selena has a family of her own. It appears the Selena's family consists of herself, a six-year old daughter ad a husband who loves snacking on Pistachios nuts. The pasta and canned Tomato sauce say that is what will be cooked and served by Selena tonight for the nightly family dinner. The last of the items, the frozen food meals packed in a box send the message that sometimes 'mom' won't have time to cook dinner as she may be busy with work or pulling a late night.
After all of her grocery items are cashed for, Selena takes out her credit card to pay. She quickly shoves the receipt into her stuffed wallet and in a rush fills the cart with her grocery bags. Selena in a quick pace, walks out of the Sobey's store pushing her cart and arrives outside to the parking lot to a black SUV where she opens the trunk and begins filling it with the bags. Selena quickly jumps into the car seat and drives away just as another stranger.
The stranger 'sweeping' his eyes across the halls
This written piece is intended for the age group of 14-18 (teens who attend high school)
He walks down the hallways of the school from Monday to Friday. He is frequently seen after the lunch hour, cleaning up after the dirty students who leave their 'leftovers' lying around on the floor of E.Y.C.I. You know of his arrival by the jingling sound of the keys hanging from his left pocket of his pants. He 'sweeps' the floor with his eyes looking out for a sign of dirtiness and garbage.
He appears to be heading for the empty container that lies against a locker straight ahead in his direction. It seems that when he is done in this hallway, he may be headed onto a journey throughout the rest of the school to complete his job. He goes by the name of Bob, his last name unknown to all students. Probably not to be noticed, he blends in with the rest of the students of E.Y.C.I. He is seen wearing a solid blue E.Y.C.I long-sleeved sweater with dark blue long pants, similarly to the rest of the students in uniform. Bob is sometimes seen wearing gloves to avoid being in direct contact with germs and others food. To complete his outfit, he wears black solid shoes, that drag along in the hallways.
Bob's tall and thin body pushes in front of him a garbage trolley, where he collects the mess and garbage of the school. The young boy who looked up to him while walking in the English hall, only saw a grumpy, pouted expression on Bob's pale complexioned wrinkled face. This is not a surprise to the students as they are aware of the fact that Old Bob dislikes his job as a caretaker. The students often get the impression that Bob has low self-esteem and does not show any care in taking care of himself as he wears his hair in a ponytail and is unshaven.
Although Old Bob seems to dislike his occupation, he is left with no other choice. It is rumored throughout the school that Old Bob didn't have a good education while growing up as he choose to hang out with the 'wrong crowd'. Not much is known about Bob's parents, but is is also rumored that his mother abandoned him in his early teens.
What students and staff do know is that Old Bob has a family of his own, consisting of a wife, a son and himself. Once when Old Bob was doing his regular duties in the hallway, he bent down to pick up some garbage, that was when by accident his wallet fell out of his pocket and opened , lying on the ground was a clear picture of his wife, his son and him hugging in a family portrait. When a student nearby innocently asked him if that was his family, he in a grump tone replied; "Leave my family alone!", this was when it was known for sure.
It's given that the only reason Old Bob is still working as a caretaker, a job he despises, is so that he can support his family. Maybe he doesn't want his son to feel that his father doesn't care, as maybe his mother who supposedly abandoned him did. Watching Old Bob right now, pushing the garbage trolley in front of him with a grumpy expression, one thing is for sure, Old Bob does quite the job cleaning up after everyone. In contrast to the rest of the students, Old Bob walks the hallways in silence, remaining a stranger to everyone.
He walks down the hallways of the school from Monday to Friday. He is frequently seen after the lunch hour, cleaning up after the dirty students who leave their 'leftovers' lying around on the floor of E.Y.C.I. You know of his arrival by the jingling sound of the keys hanging from his left pocket of his pants. He 'sweeps' the floor with his eyes looking out for a sign of dirtiness and garbage.
He appears to be heading for the empty container that lies against a locker straight ahead in his direction. It seems that when he is done in this hallway, he may be headed onto a journey throughout the rest of the school to complete his job. He goes by the name of Bob, his last name unknown to all students. Probably not to be noticed, he blends in with the rest of the students of E.Y.C.I. He is seen wearing a solid blue E.Y.C.I long-sleeved sweater with dark blue long pants, similarly to the rest of the students in uniform. Bob is sometimes seen wearing gloves to avoid being in direct contact with germs and others food. To complete his outfit, he wears black solid shoes, that drag along in the hallways.
Bob's tall and thin body pushes in front of him a garbage trolley, where he collects the mess and garbage of the school. The young boy who looked up to him while walking in the English hall, only saw a grumpy, pouted expression on Bob's pale complexioned wrinkled face. This is not a surprise to the students as they are aware of the fact that Old Bob dislikes his job as a caretaker. The students often get the impression that Bob has low self-esteem and does not show any care in taking care of himself as he wears his hair in a ponytail and is unshaven.
Although Old Bob seems to dislike his occupation, he is left with no other choice. It is rumored throughout the school that Old Bob didn't have a good education while growing up as he choose to hang out with the 'wrong crowd'. Not much is known about Bob's parents, but is is also rumored that his mother abandoned him in his early teens.
What students and staff do know is that Old Bob has a family of his own, consisting of a wife, a son and himself. Once when Old Bob was doing his regular duties in the hallway, he bent down to pick up some garbage, that was when by accident his wallet fell out of his pocket and opened , lying on the ground was a clear picture of his wife, his son and him hugging in a family portrait. When a student nearby innocently asked him if that was his family, he in a grump tone replied; "Leave my family alone!", this was when it was known for sure.
It's given that the only reason Old Bob is still working as a caretaker, a job he despises, is so that he can support his family. Maybe he doesn't want his son to feel that his father doesn't care, as maybe his mother who supposedly abandoned him did. Watching Old Bob right now, pushing the garbage trolley in front of him with a grumpy expression, one thing is for sure, Old Bob does quite the job cleaning up after everyone. In contrast to the rest of the students, Old Bob walks the hallways in silence, remaining a stranger to everyone.
Monday, February 16, 2009
It hurts!
Dear Diary, Mon,Feb 16,2009
"Owwww", is my constant everyday reaction to what she does to me. What's remaining of my short-lived bristles are forced to endure the burns and struggles she most gladly chooses to put us through. How would she feel having the big, intimidating black hair-dryer penetrate deep onto her human skin. If she doesn't like it then why should I as old as I am tolerate having the burning heat melt away what's left of my bristles.
I have been tolerating and putting up with this treatment ever since her big mouth friends introduced her to "straightening with the hair-dryer". Why couldn't her parents just agree to get her the hair straightener. Oh yeah! It was too expensive for a really good one, as well as useless. Of course that's just my luck. Anyway that's when she turned to what she calls 'the comb. I am not a comb! I am a brush for God sakes, anyone in their right mind can tell you that. Not only does she treat me badly, but calls me by my long-time enemy's name. What does he think, just because he is used for the soft, silky,untangled hair without any pain or torture, he laughs at what I have to go through.
The only companions/friends that I have now are the other species; the hairs. I mean although some of them are long, tall, some are even short, I don't make fun of them, unlike the comb. My friends, who have been detached and abandoned by that girl are very attached to me now, they cling on to my bristles for dear life. At least I have them to love me. I guess the girl still kind of cares about me. Once in a while she takes time to clean me by taking the hairs off of me. But wait! Even when she shows that she cares about me, at the same time she is being mean. She's separating my friends who are so attached to me away from me! It pains me to have to watch the hairs being torn and pulled away from me, then being thrown into a garbage bag where they suffocate. Not only is she putting me through pain and torture, but she's taking away what really matters to me; my friends, the hairs. She is also separating me from what makes me, me; my bristles, which is essential for my survival just as skin is to a human. I don't know how much longer this will prolong for, but I'll say one thing; I don't think it can get worse than this.
Dear Diary, Tues, Feb 17,2009
OK, you know how I said that things can't possibly get worse for me? Well they just have. I have just been emotionally hurt and abused. Yup, you've guessed right, it was no one else but 'HER'.
So during the after school hours, as usual on the dresser I was just taking my beauty sleep to help energize my burnt out bristles. To my surprise, I was awoken by the loud chatter of 'her' and those encouraging friends of hers; Laura, Joanne and Eugene. As they all sat on the bed talking about the typical teenage stuff, I could not help but to eavesdrop closely to a certain conversation that suddenly aroused. So Laura says; "Oh, I like your hair today, no wonder Riehl was checking you out today, you look hot!" Eugene then puts in her comment by saying; "Yeah girl, what do you use? Your hair is burning hot!" I thought how ironic, you have no idea how 'burning hot' it gets in here, meaning me of course.
At that point there was a happy sensation running through my handle. I thought to myself, 'oh finally, some recognition and credit for all the hard work it takes brushing through her hair and not to mention the burns I have to endure. I could feel it in my bristles that Laura's and Eugene's comments was leading 'her' to say something nice like, 'Oh well it's all thanks to my brush, it does all the work for me.' But the shock of mt life, I was wrong and I mean dead wrong. 'She' replied to Laura's and Eugene's comment by saying; "Oh thanks guys. Actually I don't really do much in the morning to my hair. When I do though, I use this technique with my old brush to flip the ends, that's how it looks so great!" At that part my friends, the hairs on me stood up, I couldn't believe what i was hearing. I just couldn't get over the fact that she gave all the credit to herself for ho great her hair looks! It's all because of me and nothing else! This 'old brush' she refers to is the only one who makes sure her hair is untangled and is up to the job of flipping her hair. I am the one who has to put up with the burning, excruciating heat of the mean hair dryer. What did she mean when she said she doesn't really do anything in the morning to her hair? Every single morning she can be seen with a hair dryer and me in her hand. She spends at least 45 minutes on her hair and how great the results are is all due to me. How can she say something like that after all I've done for her to look amazing, well that's her hair at least, can't say I'd say the same for the rest of her. I'm so angry right now, I feel like just making her bald while going through her hair. I'm sure then she won't have anything to boast about!
Dear Diary, Wed, Feb 18,2009
How much is too much? I ask myself daily as I am forced to continue enduring more torture,pain,burns and emotional hurt. Right now I have a terrible cold and it's all because of a certain someone. Now she has this new thing of using me when she finishes washing her hair. Before she used to use, you know him... oh it even makes me angry to say his name, The Comb. Just last night I had no other choice than to brush through her wet, soaked tresses. I could feel the water penetrating and soaking deep beyond my bristles and into me. But, that wasn't even the worst part, this proves just how much she really hates me and the extent she would go to.
After doing my part of untangling her tresses, guess where she puts me in my soaking, wet condition? Get this, right on the ledge of the window which was frozen shut to the extent where icicles were beginning to form. As she laid me down on the ledge, she walked across her room to the mean hair dryer. As it loudly turned on, I was hoping with everything that was still intact in me that the hair dryer would try to sympathize with me by blowing some heat onto me. But being the big meanie he is, he conveniently came up with the excuse that he was malfunctioning and couldn't blow anything but cold air. I could tell from her face expression and body language that she was frustrated that the hair dryer was "malfunctioning" (yeah right) by not blowing out heat in order for her hair to dry properly and not feel cold and damp. Therefore, she had to use the hair dryer for a while longer in order to have her hair completely dried.
I never thought in my life-span that things would get worse for me, but in my case there is always room for 'worse'. As i laid on the ledge of the frozen window, as if I wasn't cold enough, I could feel the cold air across the room from the hair dryer she was still using. With coldness coming from both directions, eventually I was at the point where I could not feel anything inside of me. Not even the bristles that were deeply instilled in me, which by the way was always a constant pain. I was so cold I couldn't feel the soaring of the burns she caused me. When the hair dryer was shut off, I was a bit relieved, knowing that I would now only be faced with one direction of coldness; the window.
She took the lights off and quickly crawled into her bed. I, of course had no other choice than to endure an entire night, eight hours to be precise, of my sides touching against the frozen window and who could forget the approximate -20 degree draft. I couldn't sleep of course. I tried staring out the window but it was all frosted up.
When I was awoken in the morning by the sound of her getting out of bed, I could feel that the water droplets inside of me from last night, were completely frozen to my insides. The hollowness inside me was literally replaced overnight with ice. I know my time is quickly drawing to an end and there was nothing could do about it. I try looking on the bright side of when I pass. Maybe the Gods will see how much pain I've gone through and decide to reincarnate me into something where I'll lead a much happier and comfortable life, say a comb.
Dear Diary, Thurs, feb 19, 2009
I'm still sick. Today when she woke up, she reached for me. She was standing in front of the mirror, ready to use me once again. I was so angry at her, like I usually was. I decided not to untangle the knots in her hair. Too bad for her, if she can't treat me with at least some respect, then i refuse to do what she wants me to do. As she was staring into the mirror, examining her hair she realized it was in the same messy, tangled condition. In fact when I glanced over into the mirror, I noticed that her hair was at it's worse. Perhaps the heat wasn't only getting to me, it was perhaps burning out her hair as well which was why it probably looked so frizzy and dry. To herself, in a voice of frustration, she said;"Oh, this useless, old brush, I think it's time I got a new one." Hearing this I was glad. I would longer have to endure burns at my bristles from the hair dryer, nor would I have to be put through pain of untangling her hair. At the worse, I would just probably be put aside with the rest of the old brushes, or maybe be used for the Mother's soft, silky conditioned hair. Finally things were looking up for me. My bristles told me that good times were ahead.
When she came home after school, she marched into her room and laid next to me a 'Wal-Mart' bag onto her desk. Out of curiosity, I wondered what was in the bag. Was it what I thought it was?
After taking a quick shower and changing , she came into her room. She walked towards the desk I laid on. Just then I saw her hands reaching into the 'Wal Mart' bag that laid right next to me. At that point, my bristles raised higher, I was curious to know what she would pull out of the bag. Suddenly,her hand reached out of the bag. When I saw what was in her hand, I could feel the frozen bits in me beginning to melt. The burns to my bristles didn't seem to hurt anymore. I was feeling great just at the sight of the new silver beautiful brush that laid in her hand.
She took the tag off of the brush's handle. She laid the beautiful brush with shining bristles right next to me. I felt for some reason, small butterflies and a tingling sensation run through my damaged bristles and it felt good. The beautiful brush next to me introduced herself as Salon. We began conversing even more, I enjoyed it and I could tell she was as well. She inquired about my beat-up, not-so -good condition. I told her the entire story, leaving out no negative details of 'her'. I could tell that she was scared for her bristles also being burnt and damaged. With the rub of her handle onto mine, she tried comforting me and it worked.
I think I am falling in love with the beautiful Salon. Now that I won't be used and tortured by her, I wasn't going to let 'her' also put Salon through the burns, pain and torture of her hair and be faced with the heat of the mean hair dryer. Now, I figured that the rest of my short time was to go towards protecting the love of my life, the beautiful brush, Salon. By forgetting to live for myself, I will now remember to live for her.
"Owwww", is my constant everyday reaction to what she does to me. What's remaining of my short-lived bristles are forced to endure the burns and struggles she most gladly chooses to put us through. How would she feel having the big, intimidating black hair-dryer penetrate deep onto her human skin. If she doesn't like it then why should I as old as I am tolerate having the burning heat melt away what's left of my bristles.
I have been tolerating and putting up with this treatment ever since her big mouth friends introduced her to "straightening with the hair-dryer". Why couldn't her parents just agree to get her the hair straightener. Oh yeah! It was too expensive for a really good one, as well as useless. Of course that's just my luck. Anyway that's when she turned to what she calls 'the comb. I am not a comb! I am a brush for God sakes, anyone in their right mind can tell you that. Not only does she treat me badly, but calls me by my long-time enemy's name. What does he think, just because he is used for the soft, silky,untangled hair without any pain or torture, he laughs at what I have to go through.
The only companions/friends that I have now are the other species; the hairs. I mean although some of them are long, tall, some are even short, I don't make fun of them, unlike the comb. My friends, who have been detached and abandoned by that girl are very attached to me now, they cling on to my bristles for dear life. At least I have them to love me. I guess the girl still kind of cares about me. Once in a while she takes time to clean me by taking the hairs off of me. But wait! Even when she shows that she cares about me, at the same time she is being mean. She's separating my friends who are so attached to me away from me! It pains me to have to watch the hairs being torn and pulled away from me, then being thrown into a garbage bag where they suffocate. Not only is she putting me through pain and torture, but she's taking away what really matters to me; my friends, the hairs. She is also separating me from what makes me, me; my bristles, which is essential for my survival just as skin is to a human. I don't know how much longer this will prolong for, but I'll say one thing; I don't think it can get worse than this.
Dear Diary, Tues, Feb 17,2009
OK, you know how I said that things can't possibly get worse for me? Well they just have. I have just been emotionally hurt and abused. Yup, you've guessed right, it was no one else but 'HER'.
So during the after school hours, as usual on the dresser I was just taking my beauty sleep to help energize my burnt out bristles. To my surprise, I was awoken by the loud chatter of 'her' and those encouraging friends of hers; Laura, Joanne and Eugene. As they all sat on the bed talking about the typical teenage stuff, I could not help but to eavesdrop closely to a certain conversation that suddenly aroused. So Laura says; "Oh, I like your hair today, no wonder Riehl was checking you out today, you look hot!" Eugene then puts in her comment by saying; "Yeah girl, what do you use? Your hair is burning hot!" I thought how ironic, you have no idea how 'burning hot' it gets in here, meaning me of course.
At that point there was a happy sensation running through my handle. I thought to myself, 'oh finally, some recognition and credit for all the hard work it takes brushing through her hair and not to mention the burns I have to endure. I could feel it in my bristles that Laura's and Eugene's comments was leading 'her' to say something nice like, 'Oh well it's all thanks to my brush, it does all the work for me.' But the shock of mt life, I was wrong and I mean dead wrong. 'She' replied to Laura's and Eugene's comment by saying; "Oh thanks guys. Actually I don't really do much in the morning to my hair. When I do though, I use this technique with my old brush to flip the ends, that's how it looks so great!" At that part my friends, the hairs on me stood up, I couldn't believe what i was hearing. I just couldn't get over the fact that she gave all the credit to herself for ho great her hair looks! It's all because of me and nothing else! This 'old brush' she refers to is the only one who makes sure her hair is untangled and is up to the job of flipping her hair. I am the one who has to put up with the burning, excruciating heat of the mean hair dryer. What did she mean when she said she doesn't really do anything in the morning to her hair? Every single morning she can be seen with a hair dryer and me in her hand. She spends at least 45 minutes on her hair and how great the results are is all due to me. How can she say something like that after all I've done for her to look amazing, well that's her hair at least, can't say I'd say the same for the rest of her. I'm so angry right now, I feel like just making her bald while going through her hair. I'm sure then she won't have anything to boast about!
Dear Diary, Wed, Feb 18,2009
How much is too much? I ask myself daily as I am forced to continue enduring more torture,pain,burns and emotional hurt. Right now I have a terrible cold and it's all because of a certain someone. Now she has this new thing of using me when she finishes washing her hair. Before she used to use, you know him... oh it even makes me angry to say his name, The Comb. Just last night I had no other choice than to brush through her wet, soaked tresses. I could feel the water penetrating and soaking deep beyond my bristles and into me. But, that wasn't even the worst part, this proves just how much she really hates me and the extent she would go to.
After doing my part of untangling her tresses, guess where she puts me in my soaking, wet condition? Get this, right on the ledge of the window which was frozen shut to the extent where icicles were beginning to form. As she laid me down on the ledge, she walked across her room to the mean hair dryer. As it loudly turned on, I was hoping with everything that was still intact in me that the hair dryer would try to sympathize with me by blowing some heat onto me. But being the big meanie he is, he conveniently came up with the excuse that he was malfunctioning and couldn't blow anything but cold air. I could tell from her face expression and body language that she was frustrated that the hair dryer was "malfunctioning" (yeah right) by not blowing out heat in order for her hair to dry properly and not feel cold and damp. Therefore, she had to use the hair dryer for a while longer in order to have her hair completely dried.
I never thought in my life-span that things would get worse for me, but in my case there is always room for 'worse'. As i laid on the ledge of the frozen window, as if I wasn't cold enough, I could feel the cold air across the room from the hair dryer she was still using. With coldness coming from both directions, eventually I was at the point where I could not feel anything inside of me. Not even the bristles that were deeply instilled in me, which by the way was always a constant pain. I was so cold I couldn't feel the soaring of the burns she caused me. When the hair dryer was shut off, I was a bit relieved, knowing that I would now only be faced with one direction of coldness; the window.
She took the lights off and quickly crawled into her bed. I, of course had no other choice than to endure an entire night, eight hours to be precise, of my sides touching against the frozen window and who could forget the approximate -20 degree draft. I couldn't sleep of course. I tried staring out the window but it was all frosted up.
When I was awoken in the morning by the sound of her getting out of bed, I could feel that the water droplets inside of me from last night, were completely frozen to my insides. The hollowness inside me was literally replaced overnight with ice. I know my time is quickly drawing to an end and there was nothing could do about it. I try looking on the bright side of when I pass. Maybe the Gods will see how much pain I've gone through and decide to reincarnate me into something where I'll lead a much happier and comfortable life, say a comb.
Dear Diary, Thurs, feb 19, 2009
I'm still sick. Today when she woke up, she reached for me. She was standing in front of the mirror, ready to use me once again. I was so angry at her, like I usually was. I decided not to untangle the knots in her hair. Too bad for her, if she can't treat me with at least some respect, then i refuse to do what she wants me to do. As she was staring into the mirror, examining her hair she realized it was in the same messy, tangled condition. In fact when I glanced over into the mirror, I noticed that her hair was at it's worse. Perhaps the heat wasn't only getting to me, it was perhaps burning out her hair as well which was why it probably looked so frizzy and dry. To herself, in a voice of frustration, she said;"Oh, this useless, old brush, I think it's time I got a new one." Hearing this I was glad. I would longer have to endure burns at my bristles from the hair dryer, nor would I have to be put through pain of untangling her hair. At the worse, I would just probably be put aside with the rest of the old brushes, or maybe be used for the Mother's soft, silky conditioned hair. Finally things were looking up for me. My bristles told me that good times were ahead.
When she came home after school, she marched into her room and laid next to me a 'Wal-Mart' bag onto her desk. Out of curiosity, I wondered what was in the bag. Was it what I thought it was?
After taking a quick shower and changing , she came into her room. She walked towards the desk I laid on. Just then I saw her hands reaching into the 'Wal Mart' bag that laid right next to me. At that point, my bristles raised higher, I was curious to know what she would pull out of the bag. Suddenly,her hand reached out of the bag. When I saw what was in her hand, I could feel the frozen bits in me beginning to melt. The burns to my bristles didn't seem to hurt anymore. I was feeling great just at the sight of the new silver beautiful brush that laid in her hand.
She took the tag off of the brush's handle. She laid the beautiful brush with shining bristles right next to me. I felt for some reason, small butterflies and a tingling sensation run through my damaged bristles and it felt good. The beautiful brush next to me introduced herself as Salon. We began conversing even more, I enjoyed it and I could tell she was as well. She inquired about my beat-up, not-so -good condition. I told her the entire story, leaving out no negative details of 'her'. I could tell that she was scared for her bristles also being burnt and damaged. With the rub of her handle onto mine, she tried comforting me and it worked.
I think I am falling in love with the beautiful Salon. Now that I won't be used and tortured by her, I wasn't going to let 'her' also put Salon through the burns, pain and torture of her hair and be faced with the heat of the mean hair dryer. Now, I figured that the rest of my short time was to go towards protecting the love of my life, the beautiful brush, Salon. By forgetting to live for myself, I will now remember to live for her.
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