The Treasures of the Past

Have you ever came across a drawing or a story that you wrote as a child and then, when you recently stumble upon it, think to yourself in utter disbelief and surprise that this was an actually piece connecting to your past? This was what I thought as as I was recently cleaning my room and came across some interesting bits of paper and photos that I found stuffed inside the numerous number of folders and binders sorting my writing.

Boy, I have got to say, that looking back at when I was younger, I was an odd kid. Today, I am here to share with you some of the papers I found in my room. You may notice that these aren't from when I was about eight or nine years old, because when I was that age I labeled everything with my name. Probably after reading this posting, you will agree, "Morning, you're weird." 


This was not something that I drew, but rather, something that was given to me. When I was in sixth grade, almost all of my extra-curricular activities, besides my book reading competition, was to help people. During this time period, I helped the special life skills kids (i.e. students with Down Syndrome, etc.) during their gym, I was a member of the Green Team, my elementary school's recycling club, and I was a kindergarten buddy for one of the three kindergarten classes. 

Now there was this kindergarten buddy named Addison who I was paired up with, and we would talk for hours. Ironically, I met her when she wasn't allowed to talk. One of the things that the two of us would do is that we would draw pictures of each other. This was one of the photos she drew, which was me doing paragliding. So, if you are wondering how I look, well, tada! Addision has depicted me perfectly! 


As a child I was fascinated and into Pokemon. My brother and I would collect the cards and we would end up going to battle with the other kids after practice was over. I made this particular picture in seventh grade, when there were many 80 mile wind and rain storms and the television wasn't working, as my parents were out of the house during a lot of these times. I have a huge affinity for Pikachu, if you don't know.


This is a photo of my first actual script from one of my first plays. I've always received eccentric roles: my first play, which occurred in first grade, I starred as the cookie-baking grandmother. Above is a photo of a Shakespeare play, where I starred as one of the three whiches... know which play? 


One day in my naive youth I came up with a story idea involving all of my friends as spy agents, sorcerers, and an evil shadow who wants to swallow all of Earth. In order for this story to "work", I thought that it would be best at the time to hold meetings to speak about how everyone wanted their character to be portrayed, which inspired a role play that is still going strong to this day. The story, if I had to try to describe how it was at the moment, is a lot like Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.


Around the same year that I made the agent sorcerer story, there was also an event known as The Poking War going on. It started getting out of hand, so I decided that the best solution was to make a peace treaty in which we would all abide by it's rules, everyone involved acting as his or her own police. If you read some of the writing I wrote on the sides, you can see I was trying VERY hard not to waste space. (Notice my sarcasm.)


And finally, I shall end this little presentation with something normal, my We the People speech. A lot of the things that happened as I tried to coordinate and cooperate with my group mates went down weird... it required a lot of persuading and bacon flavored Ritz which were happily provided by my parents.

Other things I found was my Operation Santa mission, my recycling material drawings turned into electronic gadgets which help save energy, and drawings of myself if I had the elemental power of airbending. So, yes, I am an oddball, but what I realized as I was looking through all of this was that as a child, I was really into idea creating and often, those ideas would either be for fun or for actual purposes which would help multitudes of people.

If you all are fond of this post, I may think of writing about several parts of my time, starting with the fifth grade, in which back up dancers were needed for poem recitation (long story). In the mean time, comment below! What sort of things do you have from your childhood, and what sorts of memories do you have as a child? If you want to do a post similar to this on your blog, I suggest you should! Have a great week, everyone!

(P.S. I will not be posting the fourth chapter of "Watch" until mid-Saturday, in observance of Good Friday.)

"Be Kind"

Hello! I have just gotten back from a screening of Insurgent, and today, I am not posting another chapter from "Watch". I will be taking a brief break and will be posting the fourth, fifth, and final chapters starting next week. What I have for you today is a passage I made in February inspired by Cinderella! I haven't seen the movie yet-- gosh, I'm such an Abnegation, being considerate of what movie we watched. Anyhoo, I hope you all enjoy it!

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Come here! Come closer. The sight, the sound, the sweet smell of freedom—oh, how much I wish for this to be bestowed upon me! Everyone has a story to tell, and yet mine is not one that may have been heard.
You may first look at me and scoff at my appearance. I am but a girl, dressed in blue rags and black bags that hang so outspread under my eyes. My hair has been given the gift of ashes. Please do not turn away from my appearance, not yet. Instead, let me say what I must. What could such a girl be doing in such conditions, especially in grand dwellings such as these?
My parents have died, and my stepmother is the caretaker of the house now, along with my two stepsisters. The three latter I have mentioned placed me to do housework chores.
“Sweep the kitchen!”

“Fetch me my dress first!”
Stepmother always complains about me. She does not bother to hide her hatred for me in her words. “You pathetic little brat, you are too slow! Gosh, we have taken you in after the death of my dear husband, and this is how you treat us? Work faster, you understand?”
The work in the household is tedious, but I work until my hands begin to bleed as a scrub the floors. I do not argue. I do not act spiteful. Be good, be nice, be kind, be courageous. These were the last words that my parents had each said before they had disappeared out of my life, bless their souls. I shall live up to what they say. Those words are all that I have left of them, along with memories. Every time Stepmother’s ill-spoken words were laid upon me, I must remind myself of these lessons instilled in me. I sigh and say, “Yes, Stepmother.”
Some days I weep. Stepmother rarely allows for visitors to see me. I have very little interaction with the world outside. There are days when it feels cold. I feel alone. My actions, I think, are sometimes are all in vain, yet—
Hope keeps me going. It is hope that fuels me to go on in my day. Someday, I will be able to go out and meet the world. Perhaps someday, I shall feel the wind take me up in her arms and finally, after all of my days of waiting, I shall feel freedom.

Currently


Since the track and field season began two weeks ago, my life has been in a constant blur of school, homework, sports, eat, sleep, and repeat. Besides that general summary, what have I exactly been up to?

One of the things that I have been doing is I've been listening to the choir songs that we are going to perform on YouTube. Let me tell you, unlike the previous choir years in my school's history under my teacher's guidance, mixed choir, which is the class that I'm in, is blending with its top choir to perform a set of songs-- all in foreign languages-- for a district wide competition and some that we are learning for fun. 

There is a song that I really love that we just learned yesterday called Amavolovolo, a South African song that sang about the violence in this one city and now, is a song that many love to sing at parties. There is some body percussion that we are going to learn to do to this song, and I'm really excited. It's been on replay in my head!


Besides Amavolovolo, I've been listening to the Glee cover of I've Lived, originally by OneRepublic. I don't watch Glee, but I have always loved their covers.


In the night, an hour before I go to bed, I've been reading and writing tons. It is the only time that I have free time. I have just finished up the fourth Michael Vey book, The Hunt for Jade Dragon (which is the best so far in the series), and I have been preparing for Camp NaNoWriMo. I wrote down a piece writing based on one of the prompts Jess made. Here's an excerpt which I had shortened (hopefully you all aren't tired out from my writing posts on the weekends)!
He was nervous. This meeting was important to him. It had been five years since he had last seen her in person. During the duration of their seperation, he couldn't stop thinking about her-- her smile, her complexion, the way her nose scrunched whenever she giggled or was frustrated. Another day of separation would have brought him pain.

There was a tap on his shoulder. He turned, and there she was, the youthful sprite, giving a playful grin. Time, he thought, would not withstand her spirit. In a perky voice, she said, "Missed me?"
Some days, I would also go out and take photos.


Track and field has been a hastle, too. Every day I would come home tired and immediately start on homework or I would come home to pass down to my parents that I have to ice my arms or legs. It can be pretty discouraging. Trying to schedule enough time to do homework can be a hassle, and most of my time on my laptop consists of me researching and typing up essays. In my spare time on my laptop, I've been working on the summer design on my blog. It won't be out until May, though! My days may be on a fast rapid pace, but I'm still going through with it!


How are you all doing? Tell me below in the comments!

The Literature Photo Tag!

Hello! I have teamed up and collaborated with the extraordinary O from Life as a Young Lady to create a tag that was different and and added a little bit of spice to the blogosphere. I'm not the one who does tags as often anymore, but I was thrilled to do this. After several the past several weeks, we are finally proud to present to you the one and only Literature Photo Tag! Dun-da-dah-dun! It's pretty great, huh?


The tag works like this: 
+ Post your photos with original tag graphic
+ There are eight prompts. All of these prompts are inspired by books, many which the two of us are sure you have heard of. Take a photo that corresponds to the prompts.
+ Tag at least 3 bloggers! Spread the love! And don't be afraid; feel free to add extra prompts for the people you tag!

Here are my photos!

"to Narnia" (Chronicles of Narnia) - picture of a closet or door

Let me just point out that all of the doors in my house are rather in awkward positions. They are found in clusters in hallways and are often far away from natural lighting. Sometimes, I honestly think that all of my doors are at an angle -- or that may be the way that I walk, as I tend to walk sideways with my binder dragging me down.

"Anaklusmos/Riptide" (Percy Jackson and the Olympians) - picture of a pen

This pen has been with me since January of last year. I still remember buying this on the day of parent-teacher conferences. My friends and I were fangirling over the cuteness of these pens and I just couldn't help but get one for myself. 

"to seek a great perhaps" (Looking for Alaska) - picture of a map

I still have a map of the Manhattan subway system from my trip in 2012, way before I started blogging.

"a place just for us" (Bridge to Terabithia) - picture of the place you read

I read in my room because the infamous windowsill which is the site behind my blog's URL is taken over my the loud noises blaring from the living room television screen. This is the not the same windowsill, but I do love looking out at it.

"Green Eggs and Ham" (Green Eggs and Ham) -- a photo of your least/most favorite food

My mom brings sometimes brings home these amazing chicken pesto calzones from her work for my brother and I to gorge on. They also come with marinara sauce. I am craving for one right now, and news flash: I just ate!

"Mr. Browne's Precepts" (Wonder) -- a handwritten quote/saying you live by

If you wonder who R.E. is, it's Ralph Emerson. I found this quote because I am subscribed to Goodreads' Quote of the Day. It describes the whole self-actualization thing, in a sense, and I guess I am at that stage in my life where I'm trying to find out who I am and what's going to happen once I graduate high school.

"The Silver Shoes" (The Wizard of Oz) -- favorite pair of shoes

Sometimes, whenever the topic of clothes or shoes come up I often try to pry myself away from that topic. I don't give much thought into clothes. I have several styles which I love wearing, but other than that I don't give much thought into my outfit. These shoes help me look much taller than I actually am, and I'm not afraid to run in them.

"Time Traveling" (When You Reach Me) -- photo of a memory

I don't exactly have a photo of a memory that I can share with you, to be honest, because most of the photos that my parents have on their camera memory cards are posed photos of my brother and I. Instead, I found an old movie ticket from when my parents took my family out to watch Voyage of the Dawn Treader when it came out in 2010. Yay!


Megann from The Bright Side
Miss Internet from Miss Internet 
And anyone else who would like to do this!

If you do this tag, please post links to your posts! I would love to see how you tagged people have responded to the prompts. O hasn't posted her post yet, but be sure to check it out when she does, at Life as a Young Lady!


I Feel Like Katniss and Tris.


I finally know how it feels when Tris Prior or Katniss Everdeen trains.

Ever since last Friday, I have entered the one safe haven and the last huge break from school which, after that, stands between me and summer break. I have been doing my usual calming activities, especially drawing. Once the final bell last Thursday had rung, I went home, collapsed on my bed, drained of mental energy.



My brother and I have been watching the movie Big Hero 6 a total of five times in four days, and the first time was mainly because he could not do the fist bump correctly. Now, the two of us spontaneously start singing out Fred's Angels during the most random times of the day. It's amazing.



This pancake stands for an inside joke which I cannot look at without laughing.


Books, books, books. The training sequences in YA books such as Divergent and the Hunger Games can all sum up how track and field feels like this year. My legs are sore to the bone, and it hurts as I tremble walking up the stairs.

I have only been in my second day of training in a place which reminds me of Bibendum's-- or Baymax's-- stomach. The first day I accidentally practiced with the wrong school, ack! I am the youngest and shortest person there. Stamina is something that I must build up on. Nether the less I have met some pretty nice people, and though training is physically demanding, I leave feeling satisfied. I'll do better tomorrow.

Thanks so much for the abundance of comments you have all left me on Watch -- Part One! I'll post the next chapter on Friday.

What have you all been up to lately? Tell me in the comments!