Vera's City

Flying: How?

2011-11-29T13:10:00.001+08:00

Why do some movies and TV shows show people flying off at tremendous speeds from a stand-still. WHAT!?! See the birds. They don't do that. Some run along the ground and flap their wings. Many lunge into from a branch or a ledge. Others catch a windy gust. How can people with the power to fly (most without wings even) soar up into the sky with no starting run whatsoever? That just doesn't sound practical nor realistic. Think about it.

Zylle: Profile and Intro

2011-11-03T17:33:00.000+08:00

I'm not doing that 30 Day Challenge anymore. NO. If you try to make me.. I'll.. I'll... *throws cyber-tantrum*. YES.

I've just joined a roleplay my classmate in VPSA made. Its called One Nation. Yeah. My username there is Eya and so far... I have made only one persona there, Zylle Wolfers ~ Subterrean. She has been accepted!

And my mom likes the idea! I have persuaded her that it really is creative writing. =]

Name: Zylle "Zy-fire" Wolfers
Status: Subterrean
Birthdate: Nov 20 - (14 years old turning 15 so I'm guessing) 1303
Gender: Female

Appearance:

Zylle, commonly known as "Zy-fire", is only 5 feet tall. She looks taller because of her hair, which, when plastered down, is only about a head length. But a small quirk of hers, genetically true but refined by a little hair gel, has her almost-black hair swooping up like a brilliant flame. Her face is plain, with the most noticeable feature being her scars on her face due to her uncontrollable zit-picking. He eyes are dark brown and beautifully shaped. Her other facial features are forgettable but for the fact that it can sometimes look cartoonish by the faces that she can pull.

Zy has brown skin which is lighter on the face. She carries a bit of fat around her arms and thighs but she doesn't care (until someone pokes her). Her legs and torso are a bit out of proportion--her friends tower over her standing yet he rises a bit above them when sitting. She sometimes jokes in front of the mirror that she's a bit like a penguin.

Zy wears clothes that a rather conservative. She can't bear wearing shorts that are above her knees outside unless absolutely necessary. Her wardrobe is extremely limited due to the fact that she finds herself alone on the streets but she loves being creative in what she wears. Her typical outfit is a pair of comfy jogging pants with a top that bears a print she made herself.

Personality:

Zylle sometimes doesn't have self-control. She is very naive and innocent, but prone to bragging. She looks up to everyone older than her unless she has been influenced otherwise. Her face always shows what she feels and she hates that. Zy is very shy but she believes that there is no time for shyness; so she tries very hard to go against her grain by being social to everyone but when she gets caught unawares, she cringes behind someone she knows.

Miss Wolfers is always optimistic and bubbly but her bubbles sometimes pop. Very spontaneous and fun-loving, she acts younger than her age to counteract the fact that she looks like a 16-year-old. So much that some actually treat her like a 12-year-old. She is easily wounded by remarks and what the people in her inner circle says really affects her. Zylle likes hugs only from a select few and only in the proper times. She tolerates pokes and pinches quite well but inside, she feels like yelling, "STOP!!!". Obviously not a touchy-feel-ly person.

Zy-fire has had her crushes, but really doesn't want to get a boyfriend and get married. Zylle is a Christian and is very influenced by what she reads from Christian authors. Musical and artistic, she tries to praise God in what she does. But sometimes she forgets. Oh, and she's a rather forgetful person and is quite over-reliant on visuals. She daydreams a lot.

History:

Zylle suddenly wakes up. She quickly scans around (she doesn't know why). She finds herself at a dark, abandoned, yet surprisingly clean and normal smelling dead-end alley. Groaning, Zy rubs her back and gets up. Why am I here? She tries to remember but only can find concepts. Concepts. Floating around her head and swirling around in an intangible mess.. Pressing harder, she finds details about herself, but nothing satisfyingly coherent about her past. She remembers...

Returning home finding an army post at the door... Her parents gone... Being well off financially compared to other families... Breaking into her own house to haul away her belongings before the army claims it...

She stopped. I don't want to remember anymore. I don't have a past. I'm starting off from now. She breathed a sigh, realizing that she was holding her breath. Yes, that's it! I shall forget...

Yup. Do you like it? Eh? And here is how I plan to introduce her to the streets...

Zylle wakes up. She stares at a tear-streaked face which muddily reflects from a puddle. It's her own. She stands up from her curled sitting position and gazes at her shopping cart.

Huge violet pack that takes up half the cart standing, check! Twenty-seven books, check! Sleeping bag and pillow, right there! Ice box half-full of food and supplies... And the synthesizer... Noooo!!!!! Zy rushes to the cart and searches all around the dead-end alley. She wipes her eyes at her sleeve upon spotting it right beside where she had sat. Zy-Fire was actually crying! I had no idea that I was that attached to this! Ah yes, I jumping electricity from my home--no, scratch that, HOUSE--and playing around with it before I fell asleep.

After packing away the synthesizer (legs folded and stowed away underneath the cart), she fishes a washcloth out of her pack and dips it in the moderately clean rainwater she stored in her ice box. Zylle rubs it on her face and arms; the icy-cold refreshing her, mentally and physically. Wringing and hanging the cloth over the side, she wheels her cart out of the alley, sure that she left nothing behind.

Zy pokes her head around corner and into the street. She faces left and sees her house... her home. Boarded up and empty. One window was smashed right through, that's where Zylle broke in to get what she needed. It gapes like an open mouth, begging for its inhabitants to come home... Her parents were both torn away. Zylle wrenches her eyes away as she feels them turning glassy. Be sensible! God will take care of you and I bet whatever you have left that they are alright. For now, stay alert and sharp! As mam has said, the streets are a harsh place for the likes of you! Her eyes narrowing, she tries to remember what was advised to her about the outdoors. Nothing! She had been too sheltered. Zy gives up and turns her head to the right. Best go away from home and stay alert than stay but too much in danger. She spies a bridge farther down with three people on it and a few more hanging around. Deciding to get closer and listen if whether they were friendly folk, Zy-Fire ran right and jumps on the cart. She lets it free-wheel.... the wind whips at her hair and pulls it back. She closes her eyes and smiles, an awkward one for she hasn't smiled for a long time. For now, Zylle's content.

All too soon, Zylle reached the bridge. She ducks and steers her cart to the side and parks it there. She presses herself against the bridge in a half-crouch, peering up at whoever's at the bridge. Zylle suddenly senses movement at the cart. A grimy hand is rifling through it! Shrieking, Zy-Fire rushes towards the cart with her fists flying....

Comments please!!

Day 06 - A picture of a person you'd love to trade places with for a day.

2011-04-15T01:08:00.001+08:00

CS Lewis or JRR Tolkein.

Or Legolas in LOTR.

Or Arwen, without Aragorn of course.

There are more.

But it is soooo hard to choose.

Day 05 - A picture of your favorite memory.

2011-04-15T00:56:00.004+08:00

I've only lived 14 years y'know. So this is just one of them...

Field trip with the Raneys.

(May be replaced by a GBC homeschool group photo.)

Day 04 - A picture of your night.

2011-04-15T00:43:00.000+08:00

A night of studious studying.

Day 03 - A picture of the cast from your favorite show.

2011-04-15T00:14:00.001+08:00

History.... Or His story.

Day 02 - A picture of you and the person you have been closest with the longest.

2011-03-24T00:34:00.000+08:00

Bugsy!

The 30 Day Challenge.

2011-03-22T14:58:00.005+08:00

Greetings fellow guys 'n' gals!

The 30 Day Challenge.

I'm going to do it. But not because others are doing it. Its a very different matter.

Anyways, it goes like this...
Day 01 - A picture of yourself with fifteen facts.
Day 02 - A picture of you and the person you have been closest with the longest.
Day 03 - A picture of the cast from your favorite show.
Day 04 - A picture of your night.
Day 05 - A picture of your favorite memory.
Day 06 - A picture of a person you'd love to trade places with for a day.
Day 07 - A picture of your most treasured item.
Day 08 - A picture that makes you laugh.
Day 09 - A picture of the person who has gotten you through the most.
Day 10 - A picture of the person you do the most screwed up things with.
Day 11 - A picture of something you hate.
Day 12 - A picture of something you love.
Day 13 - A picture of your favorite band or artist.
Day 14 - A picture of someone you could never imagine your life without.
Day 15 - A picture of something you want to do before you die.
Day 16 - A picture of someone who inspires you.
Day 17 - A picture of something that has made an impact on your life recently.
Day 18 - A picture of your biggest insecurity.
Day 19 - A picture of you when you were little.
Day 20 - A picture of somewhere you'd love to travel.
Day 21 - A picture of something you wish you could forget.
Day 22 - A picture of something you wish you were better at.
Day 23 - A picture of your favorite book.
Day 24 - A picture of something you wish you could change.
Day 25 - A picture of your day.
Day 26 - A picture of something that means a lot to you.
Day 27 - A picture of yourself and a family member.
Day 28 - A picture of something you're afraid of.
Day 29 - A picture that can always make you smile.
Day 30 - A picture of someone you miss.

And I've just done no 1...
Day 01 - A picture of yourself with fifteen facts.

This is me going on a train trip to Mars. (Sorry I couldn't help that. It was actually from Colombo to Kandy in Sri Lanka.)

I'm 5'2, and I hate being so short.
I'm grade 5 in piano.
I want to learn how to play the accordion and the bagpipes.
My dream is to be an artisan in both digital and tangible arts.
Sometimes my clothing color shows just what I feel.

I finally have a better voice than Bugsy, my brother (He is a better singer than Justin Bieber, btw.).
I am a casual gamer.
My addiction in reading right now is classical literature. (Currently The Nine Tailors by Dorothy Sayers.)
I don't like---scratch that, HATE---being hugged by people I'm not close with.
I've got brown skin and I'm proud of it.

I used to work towards being a Jill-of-all-trades but I gave it up because I don't want to try being a doctor.
I've never worn make-up since 2004.
I've got an adventurous tongue after tasting food around the world. (Try me! )
I'm not a dead fish flowing with the stream of status quo.
I'm a huge fan of classical music and I don't swing along with today's modern music much.

Dawgs

2011-03-21T18:27:00.002+08:00

Hoity-toity! (Okay, I know it means pompous and frivolous, but I just wanted to say it for fun. :) )

I'm here again with a bunch of photos of our dogs. (FINALLY)

Here's Diva. (Psst! Say hi!) She is such an attention-hogger, hence the name.

She looks innocently pretty...

...but she is a fox, a WILY fox. A few days ago, she ran away through the back lot into Pleasant Village. We got drenched in our own sweat before we caught and punished her. And that is after she invaded a neighbor's garden. And just as we shooed her inside the gate, she ran out again. BAH! That dog wore the cone of shame a long time after that. (Oh, what are those white specks in her eye, you say? Believe it or not, she was born with that. I figured that there was a chance in the gene pool for her to be an albino.)

But, as foxes usually are, Diva is very intelligent. She quite easily learn tricks. Yessssh.... she would work perfectly in a dog show. I've read somewhere that teaching a dog tricks would helps calm the dog down in many hyperactive situations. Like when guests come over.

This is Buster. He's the huggy bear. Has patience and common sense.

I didn't get much pictures of him (no calls of favoritism!) because he HATES the camera....

Back....

2011-01-28T00:09:00.000+08:00

Hey! I'm back, I'm now living in the Philippines because the funding that was supposed to be given to papa's work is not given. Some employees were let go and papa is one of them... Thankfully, my dad got another job a few months later and we will be based here in the Philippines!!! I'm so H.A.P.P.Y... I totally miss my friends in Sri Lanka and Egypt though..

We're back in the same ol' town and church that we used to be in before we went abroad, and it feels so nice to be back with my friends here.

We got 2 dogs!! YAY!! I so wanted a pet. They're siblings and are half Japanese Spitz and half mutt.... but they're exceptionally cute (my best friend said I was overusing "awesome" and so I borrowed pastor's instead...).

Here is Buster when he was really young.... I'll post the 'older' them soon.

He is sooo tiny here.

He is so speedy-ish. I remember another dog of ours, her name was Shadow. She is as tall as my hips when she's sitting down. Shadow loves running around a lot, by herself, or with us. What she loves to do when our helper is sweeping the yard, is to bump into her intentionally in the middle of her run, nearly making our helper fall. Silly fat dog.

I love love love this photo, except for the major fact that the camera was focused on the ground, not Buster's face. Arrgh.... I can't take that pic again.

I'll get the others soon... :)

Personal Autobiography poem

2010-01-31T21:35:00.002+08:00

Riotous, LOUD, melodious, artistic

Sister of Stephie

Lover of music, books, and animals

Who feels hyper when excited, annoyed when her sister uses her as a playground, and content

Who needs to stay in a country for a long time, good friends, and fun

Who gives funny moments, amusement, and music

Who fears nightmares, lack of imagination, and the loss of those she loves

Who would like to see her Veritas Press friends, snow, and her friends around the world

Alphabetical Unusually Named Musical Instruments

2010-01-28T16:50:00.001+08:00

A ~ Alphorn

B ~ Bazooka

C ~ Crwth

D ~ Didgeridoo

E ~ Euphonium

F ~ Flageolet

G ~ Gemshorn

H ~ Heckelphone

I ~ Inci

J ~ Jug

K ~ Kaval

L ~ Lirone

M ~ Mellophone

N ~ Nadaswaram

O ~ Octobass

P ~ Psaltery

Q ~ Quena

R ~ Ruan

S ~ Sitar

T ~ Timple

U ~ Ukulele

V ~ Violotta

W ~ Washboard

X ~ Xylorimba

Y ~ Yazheng

Z ~ Zufolo

Alphabet list: Endangered Languages of the World

2009-11-30T19:08:00.001+08:00

I did this for Composition 1 homework and my teacher liked it, so I put it here.

A ~ Aragonese (Spain, Europe)

B ~ Bandjalang (Australia)

C ~ Cocopah (Mexico, Central America)

D ~ Duriankere (Papua New Guinea, Asia)

E ~ Emerillion (French Guyana, South America)

F ~ Fali of Baissa (Nigeria, Africa)

G ~ Gubbi Gubbi (Australia)

H ~ Haeke (New Caledonia, Oceania: Micronesia)

I ~ Itza’ (Guatemala, Central America)

J ~ Jaqaru (Peru, South America)

K ~ Kawaiisu (USA, North America)

L ~ Loun (Maluku, Asia)

M ~ Mabire (Chad, Africa)

N ~ Nyikina (Australia)

O ~ Oroha (Solomon Islands, Oceania)

P ~ Pipil (El Salvador, Central America)

Q ~ Quileute (USA, North America)

R ~ Ratagnon (Philippines, Asia)

S ~ Shabo (Ethiopia, Africa)

T ~ Ter Sami (Russia, Europe)

U ~ Uw Oykangand (Australia)

V ~ Vilela (Argentina, South America)

W ~ Walloon (Belgium, Europe)

X ~ Xipaya (Brazil, South America)

Y ~ Yevanic (Israel, Asia)

Z ~ Zenaga (Mauritania, Africa)

13 Things That I am Thankful for... (not Family and Friends)

2009-11-03T16:23:00.003+08:00

Woohoo!! I'm turning thirteen on November 29!! Thirteen....Thir-teen...... teen. Whoa I'm soon to be a teen!?!

Here are the things that I'm thankful for... family and friends are not ranked as things*. They are ranked in the order of importance to my life. :)

Bible
Music
Books
Computers
Piano
Internet
Online Classes
Pencils
Paper
Printing Press
Passport
Art Supplies
Wii

*And besides, they are waaaay more important than the things listed above!!!

Contact Games: #1

2009-11-01T20:28:00.001+08:00

I will be posting the games we play at contact every week, I think it will help you organize group games. Any variation you can think of will be welcome in the comments. I can only remember 2 for now, and so..... enjoy!

Fruit Salad

Materials needed:

Lots of friends
chairs/cushions (unless you want to sit on the ground).

Place:
Outdoors is best.

Instructions:
Everyone sits in a circle and one person is sitting in the middle, let's call him the caller, goes around and points at one person at a time saying 3 different kinds of fruit, say apple, orange, and banana. Each person must remember his fruit. The caller calls out a fruit and all the people of that fruit must stand up and transfer to another seat. No one is allowed to return to his previous seat after a call. If caller says fruit salad, all the people must get up and find another seat.

Variations I can think of:
The last person that sits down will become the caller.

Amount of Players:
Hmm... I guess 10 or more players will do. The more, the merrier.

Dire Consequences

Materials needed:

a cup
a bottle of water
people who are willing to get wet

Place:
Outdoors, not in cold weather

Instructions:
Everyone stands in a circle and an "it" stays in the middle. Another person stands in the middle and holds the water water bottle, he fills up the cup when it gets emptied. The middle person chooses a category, and the"it" picks one of the things that are in the category and whispers it to the middle person. The "it" goes around the circle the person he is facing shouts out a word that fits the category. For ex, the category is color and the "it" chooses blue. Anyone who repeats another person's word, cannot make up a word/too slow, or says the word that the "it" picked, gets dire consequences, in other word, gets splashed with the water from the cup. The person who got wet becomes the next "it", and the "it" becomes the middle person. And do the whole thing over again with a new category and choice.

Variations I can think of:
None yet.

Amount of Players:
Minimum of 6 players.

Past Paintings

2009-10-01T17:16:00.001+08:00

I looked back at my drawings since 2005 and decided to put some special ones for me up here....

I'll keep them online so they won't expire in paper. The 2 holes in some of the art were made for keeping it in a binder.

These I have learned to do from a Mark Kistler book*.

My ink-less pen and pastel drawings:

This and that......

This sort of looks like Madeline from Madeline

Before I colored this with Staedtler* , I drew the outline with just a pencil, protractor, straight edge, etc..After all of the coloring and outlining, I brushed water over everything to blend the colors.

It's my younger sister underneath a plastic non-inflatable swimming pool.

I practiced doing shading and different lightings....

First I drew with a white wax crayon then painted it all.

Well, that's about it. If I made something really nice I'll be sure to put it up.

* Please remember that all of this is just show and tell, not advertising.

Blokus: Some Fancy Patterns

2009-08-06T16:58:00.000+08:00

Hmmm.. I think I see a face, do you? Sorry I can't tell you how I did this, I forgotten it myself...

Now this I can explain....I just took a picture of this drawing because the scanner wasn't yet installed in this laptop.

This drawing is a blueprint of a quarter of the puzzle above.

My mom has this post ~ composed by myself ~ about our doings with this fun boardgame.

Last Day of Contact this School-year

2009-06-15T19:55:00.000+08:00

Sigh, the last day of Contact.

Line up for sundae!

Contact is a christian youth group where we middleschool kids have fun, hang out, and meet up with friends. The interns are very friendly and encouraging. Sadly the youth pastor and his associate are going away forever. They both are getting married (not to each other). Everybody will be coming back in August and so will Contact!!

We were divided into 2 groups, each with a different game...

...Board games...

...And strenous games.

Later, we got a chance to dance in the middle and strut our styles and moves.

Lights, camera, skits!!

Travis telling us about something in God's word.

My awesome pals...

Guess who I am!!

My Mom's Blog

2009-05-10T22:58:00.000+08:00

My mom has this blog where she posts about our travels, homeschool, and etc, she has around 200 posts. I am also one of the authors.

Here's the link.

Writing Class: Lesson 16

2009-04-06T21:21:00.000+08:00

Teacher's comment

A FEELING, A MEMORY, A DECISION, and HOPE.

Doris the cat purred happily and curled up in the sunny window. She shivered a little when she thought about how long she'd lived in the streets as a skinny, stray cat. But that was then. now she knew she would never again choose to wander about chasing mice like she used to. It would be fancy cat food for her from now on, served in a fancy glass dish. As old Mrs. Winn patted her soft coat, Doris stretched and hoped that life would always be this good!

Before: And that is the story of how I saved my little sister from drowning.

Sandra shivered with the thought of Carrie screaming and waving her arms in effort to swim while the current dragging her farther out to the ocean. That night she wrote on her diary, : " I hope she won't too far as that again. Tomorrow I shall persuade my mom and dad to give her swimming lessons for they are stil shaken by what had happened. I will forever keep an eye peeled for trouble heading towards my sister's way, so danger, BEWARE!!

Writing Class: Lesson 15 Warning, spoiler!

2009-03-24T21:18:00.000+08:00

Teacher's Comment

I don't have a story yet so I can't do no 3.

Wolves of Willoughby Chase

Nutshell Summary: Bonnie's parents leave , and cruel governess Slighcarp takes whatever money she could take. Sent to an orphan school, Bonnie and her cousin Sylvia plan to escape and take back Willoughby chase.

Hook: Bonnie Green is an impulsive, sweet, wildcat-spirited girl, with a delicate, ladylike, cousin Sylvia.

Problem: Parents need to leave on a sea voyage, and Mrs Slighcarp comes and dismiss servants.

Up: Sylvia finds a secret corridor.

Down: Miss Slighcarp sends them to an ill-treated orphan school.

Up: Simon, the gooseboy, Bonnie's friend, comes to help prepare them to escape.

Down: Sylvia gets very sick.

Up: The girls escape with Simon, and arrive at elderly Aunt Jane's.

CLIMAX: Aunt Jane is sick and unconious, they see one of Miss Slighcarp's accomplices named Mr Grimshaw, enter Bonnie's father's lawyer named Gripes', office, and discover that Bonnie's parents' ship sunk.

Resolution: They find a doctor willing to help Aunt Jane, catch Mr Grimshaw trying to break in Aunt Jane apartment bring him to the police and get their help (including the Gripes who they found out is good) to save Willoughby Chase.

Satisfying Ending: Slighcarp is thrown into prison, and Mr and Mrs Green ( Bonnie's parents) survive the shipwreck then returned home.

Writing Class: Lesson 14

2009-01-27T22:14:00.000+08:00

Teacher's comment
''Aaah!" Josh, Nick, and Mara screamed as they barely scraped by a hideous, jagged rock.

"Hey, I think we lost the natives,"Josh shouted over the roaring rapids.

Inwardly, he felt something is strangely wrong.

Suddenly all became still and quiet, like a calm before storm. The lush green of the trees seemed to hide a treacherous secret. The forest seemed to hold it's breath, waiting and watching for something to happen. The trio looked around at hearing a noise get increasingly louder.

Breaking the silent spell, Nick yelled,"Waterfall!!"

Their sweating, cold, hands gripped the rubber handles of the raft tightly....

Poetry: Fiery Flowers of the Sky

2009-01-01T20:00:00.000+08:00

A New Year inspiration.....

Fiery Flowers of the Sky

A rare event of once a year

The noise forces animals to cringe in fear

Sounds they make as they bloom

People jump as they boom-boom

Believed to drive away bad luck

Tails beneath their bodies, dogs scamper amuck

First, a yellow bulb reaches up

Opens out with a resounding pop

Reds, yellows, greens, and blues

Glowing petals spread in beautiful hues

As the hand draws closer to midnight

More and more fill the sky with light

Ten past twelve, the night grows quiet

I feel sorry for those on a diet

A midnight feast on the table is laid.

Over the days, the memory fades

Ashes, sticks, burnt newspapers remain

Then the next New Year, fireworks rise up again.....

( Yup, its me.)

Writing Class: Lesson 13

2008-12-12T22:10:00.000+08:00

Teacher's comment

#1 Sarah
#2 Tom
#3 (as you said,) Sarah and Tom

As I, a piece of gold, was relaxing in the peaceful babbling brook, I suddenly heard a splash and a small, fat, toddler hand stirred the water and grabbed me. I felt myself rising and rising. The hand that held me paused in midair then opened slightly. A voice called, " Emily! Where are you? What's that you are holding in your hand!" I got snatched out of Emily's hand, the nurse gasped when my fabulous brilliance met her blue eyes and I could tell that she was thinking of selling me secretly. But perhaps her conscience and loyalty had taken over because she immediately wiped off that look at her face and brought me to her mistress. The mistress in turn, took me with her floury hands, polished me at the corner of her apron and inspected me closer. I fancy she had to make sure I am real. Half-satisfied , Madam grasped me firmly and hurriedly trotted to the blacksmith.

Writing Class: Lesson 12

2008-12-08T21:38:00.000+08:00

Teacher's comment

''Batter up! We haven't got all day!'' Tom shouted.

''Stop yelling,'' Katie said.
She grabbed the bat and scowled at her brother. He scowled back.
''No girls,'' Sean piped up from pitcher's mound.
''What do you care? She's not on your team,'' Tom snapped.
Sean glared at Katie for a moment, then shrugged. "Suit yourself. But I'm not going easy on her just 'cause she's a girl."
''Who's asking you to?'' Katie said. "Play ball!"

Writing Class: Lesson 11

2008-11-27T21:19:00.000+08:00

Teacher's Comment

I'm not very good at doing this, so here goes...

Harry's Mad

Harry gets a parrot named Madison that could speak as well as himself.

But a thief steals Mad so he had to escape and find a way back.

The Sign of the Beaver

When his father went to fetch the rest of the family, Matt has to fend for himself.

An old Indian chief and his son, helps Matt, soon they had to

leave so Matt is faced with a dilemma, is he going with the tribe or wait for his father.

No idea for the title yet...

Katie and Jen find a life boat one day that contains a boy,

his younger sister, and a treasure map. Of course they immediately set out for adventure.

Writing Class: Lesson 10, and a Little Extra

2008-11-26T21:07:00.000+08:00

Okay then, here's my little extra....( I had to do it first, I'll show you later why.)

Introducing........

Character: Jen Planet

Physical Characteristics: Aged12; She has a wavy, bushy, brown hair that reaches her shoulders. Her skin is rough and sunburned brown. In her movements, Jen is clumsy like a bull in a china shop. She has hazel round eyes topped with faint eyebrows and long lashes. Her full face is often red as if she forever gets angry.

Personality: Adventurous, does anything to gets to them. She's friendly, trusting and moody. Very talkative and irresponsible.She tends to do things the hard way.

Likes / Dislikes: Attracted by anything to do with the ocean and the beach, but she hates swimming and eating fish.She's fond of boating,wading and animals.

Character: Katie Turnhurd

Physical Characteristics: She has cool green eyes and long, limp, hair. Her skin is of a light brown color. She is agile and moves quietly like a cat.

Personality: She's often quiet, but not so around Jen. She's loyal, sensitive, content and determined. Slow tempered but when she gets angry it lasts for a long time.

Likes / Dislikes: She likes swimming, birds, shells and sand. Distasteful of clouds, jewelry (except for the ones with shells) and cats.

Now, here is my lesson 10.....

As Jen and I ran towards the life boat at the beach, I felt a feeling that tingled like an itch when scratched excited my thoughts. It was the same I had before as I got out of bed this morning, and when my family prepared for a vacation last year. When we are about a foot or so from the life boat, it became stronger and clearer. That feeling to me, spelled adventure.

Writing Class: Lesson 9

2008-11-14T21:01:00.000+08:00

Halfway through......

Teacher's comment
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Impressions

2,1,5,3,9,6,7,4,8

Dialogue or Action (I don't know which) :

"Race you there!'' Jen laughed joyfully as she and Katie sped down the rocky path the beach. Katie easily got ahead with her long-legged self. ''Katie, wait up!'' Jen gasped as searing pain tore down her side. She suddenly skidded to a stop. "What's that?" Katie breathed. "Looks like a lifeboat to me,'' Jen panted heavily with the morning sun beating down on her back.

Question:

Jen hurriedly helped the boy and his younger sister from the life boat. "What happened?'' questioned Katie as soon as they took their first bite of the picnic lunch she brought. The boy looked around the beach before he started .........

Writing Class: Lesson 8

2008-11-07T18:45:00.000+08:00

Teacher's Comment

Setting: In a tree house during a rainstorm:

Character: Jalina

A flash of lightning crackled through the sky like as if it was splitting apart. Jalina's face paled and she jumped up a foot into the air with her eyes wide while every single hazel hair stood up. I have to get out of here and fast, she thought the same second the close-by rumbling of thunder shook the tree house. She put on the green plastic rain coat and jumped into her clear latex rubber boots at the same time. Jalina slid down the smooth brown side of the tree. She landed too quickly on a puddle that it made big pancake-sized splatters on her coat. She ran against the chilly wind to the rain drenched house.She stopped to look at herself at a window and gasped at the mess she was in. Jalina's hood had fallen off, her hair was tangled with branches and leaves, and her face, neck, and hands was slick with mud.'' I am sure to get in trouble for this,'' she groaned miserably.

Writing Class: Lesson 7

2008-10-27T17:42:00.000+08:00

Teacher's comment

Before: It rained all week during our camping trip

After: The rain poured so heavily that we couldn't see outside the tent,and the wind blew out the fire. The ground was soaked in water. Inside the purple tent was dark and dreary, we felt gloomy because we were trapped inside and cramped with everyone in it. Our eyebrows drooped and Caramel the hamster seemed to sense the atmosphere and now is pacing along her cage. Written on our faces were boredom and misery of all the time we had in our hands with nothing to do. My sister's usually bright brown eyes are dull as the mud that caked my boots. The corners of our smiles are turned the other way around.

Before: Katie saw a scary sea creature at the aquarium.

After: As Katie passed by the aquarium, a sickly bright green creature spotted all over with metallic purple flashed a mischievous menacing grin. She squealed and laughed quietly when she saw the size was as small as a button. It's teeth sickly dull yellow with splotches of black. The eyes, fins and tail are colored with tarnished silver. Suddenly, it started to swell up and expand until it seemed to fill up the whole tank. The crowd screamed, the men stood still with eyes bulging and mouths gaping. The ground was thick with fainting women and the children shrieked and ran out the door. All except for Katie, for she saw the bright twinkle and sly wink in the fish's eyes.

Before: As I entered the cave, I finally found the object of my search- the lost treasure chest of the Ancients.

After: When I entered the cave, it was smelling of bubblegum. As I went deeper and deeper the place became brighter with dull green. Finally, when I reached the end of the cave, I found the treasure of the Ancients. The wooden chest was blue-gray and covered with circular red bumps. The wood is grainy, deep cracks had appeared with time. The lid, which is like lifting one side of a double bed, complained loudly as I tried to pry it open. It was jammed closed. Of course it would not open without struggle, I thought with my brows knitted together. Then, I noticed that the hinges and corners are made of clear transparent metal, the likes of what I haven't seen before. I tested it with my steel hammer lightly, it produced a ringing sound. I tapped the hinges harder, hoping that they would break. And to my surprise it did not receive a single scratch.

Writing Class: Lesson 6

2008-10-15T17:35:00.000+08:00

Teacher's comment

My "dead'' words are: Tiny weird miniscule queer interesting plain dangerous

Here is my brother Fuzzy's shipwreck.

Here is mine

My Tour of the Bedroom

As you enter our bedroom, (my brother and I share in one) you'll see the sides of 2 armchairs side-by-side against the wall.

The wall is on the left. The 2 armchairs are exactly the same, they are wooden with blue covers for the back and seat cushions. They also have one square pillow each.Beside the chairs are 2 black suitcases and 3 clear plastic boxes that are 2 times bigger than a suitcase. Right above the suitcases and boxes are 5 windows. Beyond all that is my wooden dresser with my bags and all sorts of girly things strewn all over it. My dresser sits at a corner, at the left of it is our closet. That's where we keep our clothes (obviously) and my doll collection. My dolls are from different countries around the world with its own national costume.

At the farthest corner there is my brother's side table. Next to that is my bed, my brother's,a door and an old closet with an ancient creaking voice. The door leads to the bathroom at which my parent's bedroom is connected to. The dusty closet has an assortment of boardgames,dingy books and bags. The closet is also at a corner. A tall mirror with a black frame dangles on one of the white walls.

Writing Class: Lesson 5

2008-10-09T17:22:00.000+08:00

Hello Readers, I decided to do many today since I find this fun.

Teacher's comment

Character: Jalina

Emotion: Angry

Jalina crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes when she saw that someone played with her things."Who did this?" she shouted. Jalina stamped across the room and scowled as she scanned the damage.

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Character:Lilane

Emotion:Pain and Embarassment

Lil shrieked as the bee stung her.She hopped around in circles clutching her hand when the hurt bumped a tree.Then she heard someone laughing in a bush.She blushed and rolled her eyes when she saw it was her cousin.

Emotion: Sneaky

Lil tiptoed carefully across the beautiful hall, for no one is allowed to go out of bed past 10 o'clock. Her eyes flitted to and fro in the dark.The crouched figure melted into the shadows. "Aha!" Lil thought as the the dark shape went inside her cousin's bedroom, "He was having a midnight snack. Next time I'll catch him with my camera."

Writing Class: Lesson 4

2008-10-01T17:18:00.000+08:00

This is how my characters turned out after this exercise. I hope they are interesting.

Teacher's comment
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Jalina Clatt is an eleven-year-old girl with medium brown skin, recently cut, deep brown with hints of hazel, hair and almost as tall as her mother. Her family is in the middle income class. She's very friendly and quick to have her temper back when she gets angry. Although she wants to stay angry when she is, she cools down before she knows it. She doesn't think when she is angry. She can be diligent and colorfully creative. Amusingly fast on the piano, she can make a soft melodic tune into a hilarious piece. A regular book worm, she reads at a rate of a couple of short novel books a day and would love to write like her favorite authors, if only she can learn. Her hair looks like an outgrown bush and yet hates brushing it. She is not too obssessed with travel, wearing skirts and dresses and above all, washing the dishes.

Lilane Sash is eleven years, two months, five days, four hours and three seconds old. A girl who belongs to a very rich family who is obssessed with clocks and calendars. Why? Because that is their family business! A deeply tanned pretty girl with greyish-black eyes, black wavy hair that is paper thin and glossy. Slightly tall and agile, she is also athletic but ironically too delicate. Cruel, deceptive and very sarcastic, she is determined, detructive, spoiled and scheming. A two-faced girl with a couple of weaknesses. Lil is scared of creepy-crawlies, loves chocolates but allergic to it, delights in pampering her cat, Snow, and wears expensive make-up and clothes even in bed. She finds anyone who stands in her way unbearable. She knows what she wants and she usually gets them.She finds reading books a waste of time.

Writing Class: Lesson 3

2008-09-24T17:03:00.000+08:00

I hope this character will be wanted in a book. I've read that stories reflect what the author is, I suppose it's the same thing with characters. Jalina sort of reflects a bit of what I am.

Teacher's comment

Character:Jalina Clatt

Physical Characteristics: Aged 11; deep brown, with hints of hazel hair that was recently cut. Medium colored skin, pretty tall and skinny.Her family is between rich and poor.

Personality: Very friendly and she can't keep her temper up.When she is angry, she doesn't think. Diligent and colorfully creative.

Likes and dislikes: Jalina likes reading books, playing the piano and making projects. She dislikes brushing her hair when it is tangled up, wearing skirts and dresses, and washing the dishes.

Another somebody here!

Character: Lilane Sash

Physical Characteristics: Age 11; her family is very rich. Blackish-gray eyes, deeply tanned skin, admiringly pretty. Long, black, and wavy hair that is paper-thin and glossy. Rather agile, tall, delicate, and athletic.

Personality: Cruel and deceptive, harshly sarcastic. Lil is determined, destructive, spoiled, and scheming. A cleverly two-faced only child.

Likes and dislikes: Treasures pampering her cat, Snow, wearing makeup and expensive dresses. Loathes anyone who stands in her way of doing something she wants, and reading books.

Writing Class: Lesson 2

2008-09-15T16:52:00.000+08:00

Teacher's comment

Good character

Karana, the main character of the Island of Blue Dolphins, is one of my favorites. Even when she was left behind on the island, she still did not give up hope and hunted, gathered, and waited for the ship tp return. Karana also built a shelter, made weapons and fought her enemies, the wild dogs. I like her because she is independent and knows how to survive on her own.

Bad character

This character is not exactly the least liked one, Wally Bullwinkle of Ginger Pye. Wally is the bad guy who stole Ginger Pye, the smartest, wittiest and cleverest dog that ever lived. He has no right to steal, abuse and use the dog for a circus. This boy likes to sneak and steal.

Writing Class: Lesson 1

2008-09-08T16:48:00.000+08:00

Hi!!!! This is my writing class at Suzy's Writing Corner, I have done this a long time ago in a different blog but I'm tranferring everything here. Sadly Suzy is no longer accepting students for free. To see my teacher's comments click here.

Julie of the Wolves

Character: Julie / Miyax, an Eskimo

Setting: Alaskan wilderness

Problem: Alone in the wild with only a pack of wolves and she needs to find her father.

Plot: She learned their language, survived in the wild and lived with the wolves.

Solution: She travels with the wolves and finds her father.

Why Journal?

2008-04-10T14:15:00.000+08:00

I'd like to keep a journal

of my favorite things

of people

and pets

what I like to do

reading

make jewellery

Also, reminding myself what I did in the past

while I GROW up.

And, the poetry and stories I wrote,

pictures 1gf I drew

my favourite books

my photos

my family

and friends.