A friend of mine asked me to write a blog, purely about our drama class. And so, without further ado, I present (for you, Andrew) ‘Year 9 Are Animals’:
A teacher called Alan, ah, I mean... Mr Howman (How – Man) is the new teacher (and is played by me.) After hitching all the way from Byron Bay, he finds himself confronted with a class of year 9s who want nothing but to muck about and give him grief.
His first day of school isn’t very pleasant, and to top it all off he doesn’t make a very good first impression with the teachers. Les Willis - an experienced teacher at the school – thinks Alan is a student, because he isn’t wearing a tie, and also isn’t too fond of the idea that Alan is from Byron Bay. Alan missed the pre-term staff meeting the day before, which sets him off to a bad start with the school principle.
The only person on Alan’s side in the beginning is his old friend, Marie Forbes, who has let Alan stay with her while he’s in Melbourne. What Alan doesn’t know, is that she has a crush on him.
Alan organises an excursion for his class, all about Ancient Egypt. Kelly, one of Alan’s students, tries to get away without paying for the excursion. But Alan sees money fall out of her pocket, and gets rather annoyed that she tried to talk her way out of paying. Kelly also has a crush on Alan, and runs away when he gets upset at her.
When they get back to school, all the teachers are appalled that Alan didn’t take greater care with his students. They tell him that to be a good teacher you have to give them what they expect, as in: sit them down, shut them up and tell them what to do.
Alan takes on the expected approach to teaching, he doesn’t let his students mess around and tries his hardest to accomplish order in his class room. Although he succeeds in controlling his students, he goes too far and crosses the line between strict teacher and control freak teacher who doesn’t even listen to his students.
Due to Arthurs ‘problem’ he runs out in the middle of Alan’s lesson to go to the toilet. Alan forgets that Arthur has issues and regretfully overreacts. Tyson stops Alan from chasing after Arthur, reminding him of Arthur’s problem (Arthur is played by Andrew.)
Alan then decides that he should quit his job. He didn’t like being a mean teacher, and could see that it went too far. But Kelly, Amy, Tyson and Arthur stick up for Alan and declare that he’s a good teacher.
Alan: well, then. For the rest of the lesson you can do anything you want!
Students: Anything?
Alan: yes, anything.
Students: Anything?
Alan: YES ANYHTHING!!!
The moral of the story, I think, is: don’t change who you are. But everyone else has different opinions of what the moral is.
Our actual performance went pretty well. We didn’t really mess up any lines or entrances and exits... except when the boy who plays Les exited off the wrong side, and had to run across the stage to get to the side he was supposed to be on. Also, my clip board wasn’t behind the couch. Who stole my clipboard?
There you are, Andrew, I know you said to mention everyone’s names but I’m not sure they’d all appreciate it.
While I’m talking about Andrew and drama, I think I’ll mention that I beat him in a sprinting race on Thursday! Although, according to him, it’s not much of an accomplishment because he’s gay.... but I don’t see how being gay would make you a slower runner than others. HA, I BEAT YOU!
Weekley Helpful Hint: Little sisters can kill weasles with tea towels
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Friday, November 28, 2008
The Rat King's Evil Plan
And now for the next segment of The End of Time:
The sun made Lilette’s eyes squint, and she woke up begrudgingly. Her eyes took a while to adjust to the burning brightness, but eventually her vision was clear enough to take note that she was in the middle of a tree ridden forest. Then, like a pin prick, she remembered the previous night. How Mielou and Ash had had a disagreement over the Pixies, and how Lilette and Mielou were now in a random forest, God knows how far away from each other.
“Mie!?” she called, stumbling about. She walked around for a short while, calling Mielou’s name, she hadn’t looked for long enough to start getting worried when Mielou returned her calls.
“We’re over here!” Mielou called back.
Lilette followed the call around a tree, Ash and Mielou looked up at her. Neither of them where happy.... at all. What had their fight come to? They both looked deeply grieved and in despair. Ash had his arm around Mielou, she had fresh tears on her face.
“What’s going on?” Lilette asked, something wasn’t right. They seemed too upset for it to still be about their fight last night.
Ash took his arm from around Mielou, kissed her cheek, whispered something to her and walked over to Lilette.
“We need to talk” he said seriously and prompted Lilette to walk with him. Lilette’s breathing got heavier, she was beyond worried now.
“Is everything ok?” she asked, trying to stay positive and calm, as they walked along. Mielou was now out of site. They stopped walking and Ash turned to face her.
“No. Everything’s not fine” he was noticeably hesitant to tell Lilette.
“What? What is it? What’s wrong?” Lilette spluttered, letting go of her positive/ calm approach.
Ash sighed deeply and frowned with worry.
“There’s no easy way to tell you this” he began “you’re family are being held hostage.... The Rat Soldiers have taken over Peppermint Tree” he left the sentence hanging, and waited anxiously for Lilette’s response.
Her mouth dropped open slightly. What kind of a sick joke was this?
“You’re joking right?” she said, trying with all her might to believe that it was indeed a joke.
“No. This is no Joke, Lilette” he warned seriously “the Rat King has had a sudden need, or rather: a sudden want, for a family of Elf servants. Don’t worry, you’re family are still at Peppermint Tree. The Rats are waiting until they’ve captured your entire family, because the Rat King won’t allow an incomplete family of servants.... that isn’t his style. Once they have all the members of your family, they’ll recruit them to Rat Cavern, were they plan to make servants of your family. The Rat King is known for being brutally harsh to his servants.... empathy is also not his style” Ash had given her far too much to think about, she hadn’t even accepted that he wasn’t joking yet. She tried to get her head around the situation. She could barely remember what Ash had just said, something about Rats, Kings, servants and her family being held hostage? A million questions whizzed through her mind, she quickly plucked one out to ask.
“Who in my family hasn’t he captured yet?” she said, despite the fact that a question more along the lines of: ‘what can we do to help?’ would have been more fitting.
“Well, you, offcourse” he said, shrugging his shoulders slightly. As Lilette frowned in deep thought, trying to process what he was saying, Ash continued “and that’s not all” he said, the worried look back on his face “but I don’t think I can just tell you”
“Can’t tell me!? Can’t tell me what!?” Lilette said raising her voice in anger. Ash remained calm.
“You wouldn’t believe me” he said certainly.
“Wouldn’t believe you!?” Lilette yelled “I believed that a bunch of rats have my family held hostage! If I believe that, don’t you think I’ll believe anything!?”
“That’s not what I meant.” Ash said evenly, motioning with his hand for Lilette to settle down “It’s something that needs to be seen to be believed..... by anyone”
“Oh” she blushed.
Ash held out his hand for Lilette to take. She hesitated, not wanting to seem too eager. When she took his hand in hers a current flew up her body. She wondered if it was a supernatural power of Ash’s, but didn’t think on it for too long, she wanted to fight her love sickness, and rescue her family.
He flittered his wings and they gained air, Lilette loved the feeling of knowing that the direction they were heading was completely intentional. Despite their dire situation, Lilette felt a mild surge of jealousy, as she wished that she too could have wings and determine the path of her flight.
It didn’t take long – not nearly as long as it would have taken Lilette by herself – until they were flying over a field of toadstools, which Lilette recognised as Mielou’s home town. All the toadstools looked identical to one another from above: large, red and spotted white. Still holding Lilette’s hand, Ash flew the two of them gently down to the field.
From the ground the toadstools weren’t as pretty, all that could be seen of them was their thick brown stems - large enough to house a family - and if Lilette were to look up she would see the wrinkly brown bottom of the toadstool – not nearly as attractive as the hand painted rooves.
Every pale brown stem possessed a door, the doors were often hard to find seeing as they blended in so nicely with the stem, so as Lilette looked around she saw several Fairies feeling impatiently around the stems of their houses hoping to succeed in finding the door, so that they could go inside and have a nice cup of tea by the fireplace.
“This way” Ash instructed, letting go of Lilette’s hand and pointing to a toadstool several doors away. He walked briskly, forcing Lilette to run every few steps in order to keep up.
They reached Ash’s house, Lilette took in a deep breath, full of nervousness and guilty excitement about what Ash was going to show her.
The sun made Lilette’s eyes squint, and she woke up begrudgingly. Her eyes took a while to adjust to the burning brightness, but eventually her vision was clear enough to take note that she was in the middle of a tree ridden forest. Then, like a pin prick, she remembered the previous night. How Mielou and Ash had had a disagreement over the Pixies, and how Lilette and Mielou were now in a random forest, God knows how far away from each other.
“Mie!?” she called, stumbling about. She walked around for a short while, calling Mielou’s name, she hadn’t looked for long enough to start getting worried when Mielou returned her calls.
“We’re over here!” Mielou called back.
Lilette followed the call around a tree, Ash and Mielou looked up at her. Neither of them where happy.... at all. What had their fight come to? They both looked deeply grieved and in despair. Ash had his arm around Mielou, she had fresh tears on her face.
“What’s going on?” Lilette asked, something wasn’t right. They seemed too upset for it to still be about their fight last night.
Ash took his arm from around Mielou, kissed her cheek, whispered something to her and walked over to Lilette.
“We need to talk” he said seriously and prompted Lilette to walk with him. Lilette’s breathing got heavier, she was beyond worried now.
“Is everything ok?” she asked, trying to stay positive and calm, as they walked along. Mielou was now out of site. They stopped walking and Ash turned to face her.
“No. Everything’s not fine” he was noticeably hesitant to tell Lilette.
“What? What is it? What’s wrong?” Lilette spluttered, letting go of her positive/ calm approach.
Ash sighed deeply and frowned with worry.
“There’s no easy way to tell you this” he began “you’re family are being held hostage.... The Rat Soldiers have taken over Peppermint Tree” he left the sentence hanging, and waited anxiously for Lilette’s response.
Her mouth dropped open slightly. What kind of a sick joke was this?
“You’re joking right?” she said, trying with all her might to believe that it was indeed a joke.
“No. This is no Joke, Lilette” he warned seriously “the Rat King has had a sudden need, or rather: a sudden want, for a family of Elf servants. Don’t worry, you’re family are still at Peppermint Tree. The Rats are waiting until they’ve captured your entire family, because the Rat King won’t allow an incomplete family of servants.... that isn’t his style. Once they have all the members of your family, they’ll recruit them to Rat Cavern, were they plan to make servants of your family. The Rat King is known for being brutally harsh to his servants.... empathy is also not his style” Ash had given her far too much to think about, she hadn’t even accepted that he wasn’t joking yet. She tried to get her head around the situation. She could barely remember what Ash had just said, something about Rats, Kings, servants and her family being held hostage? A million questions whizzed through her mind, she quickly plucked one out to ask.
“Who in my family hasn’t he captured yet?” she said, despite the fact that a question more along the lines of: ‘what can we do to help?’ would have been more fitting.
“Well, you, offcourse” he said, shrugging his shoulders slightly. As Lilette frowned in deep thought, trying to process what he was saying, Ash continued “and that’s not all” he said, the worried look back on his face “but I don’t think I can just tell you”
“Can’t tell me!? Can’t tell me what!?” Lilette said raising her voice in anger. Ash remained calm.
“You wouldn’t believe me” he said certainly.
“Wouldn’t believe you!?” Lilette yelled “I believed that a bunch of rats have my family held hostage! If I believe that, don’t you think I’ll believe anything!?”
“That’s not what I meant.” Ash said evenly, motioning with his hand for Lilette to settle down “It’s something that needs to be seen to be believed..... by anyone”
“Oh” she blushed.
Ash held out his hand for Lilette to take. She hesitated, not wanting to seem too eager. When she took his hand in hers a current flew up her body. She wondered if it was a supernatural power of Ash’s, but didn’t think on it for too long, she wanted to fight her love sickness, and rescue her family.
He flittered his wings and they gained air, Lilette loved the feeling of knowing that the direction they were heading was completely intentional. Despite their dire situation, Lilette felt a mild surge of jealousy, as she wished that she too could have wings and determine the path of her flight.
It didn’t take long – not nearly as long as it would have taken Lilette by herself – until they were flying over a field of toadstools, which Lilette recognised as Mielou’s home town. All the toadstools looked identical to one another from above: large, red and spotted white. Still holding Lilette’s hand, Ash flew the two of them gently down to the field.
From the ground the toadstools weren’t as pretty, all that could be seen of them was their thick brown stems - large enough to house a family - and if Lilette were to look up she would see the wrinkly brown bottom of the toadstool – not nearly as attractive as the hand painted rooves.
Every pale brown stem possessed a door, the doors were often hard to find seeing as they blended in so nicely with the stem, so as Lilette looked around she saw several Fairies feeling impatiently around the stems of their houses hoping to succeed in finding the door, so that they could go inside and have a nice cup of tea by the fireplace.
“This way” Ash instructed, letting go of Lilette’s hand and pointing to a toadstool several doors away. He walked briskly, forcing Lilette to run every few steps in order to keep up.
They reached Ash’s house, Lilette took in a deep breath, full of nervousness and guilty excitement about what Ash was going to show her.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Daydreamer
Well, the technology strike’s over. I recommend taking a break from technology, even just for a day, it’s rather liberating. Saying that, I must add, don’t go on a strike from my blog (or from watching Heroes.)
If you’ve ever been on a technology strike, you’ll know that the best ‘legal’ replacement for TV and other technology related entertainment is reading books. It’s not that I didn’t read books before, but I read a lot more last week than I usually do.
Last summer I read Atonement, and even though I was holidaying on an island off Singapore (where there was plenty to do) I didn’t want to do anything but read. My point is, it’s a good book, and so - during my technology strike - I went and borrowed some of Ian McEwan’s other books (Ian McEwan being the author of Atonement.) The reason I’m telling you this isn’t quite as pointless as it may seem..... although there isn’t a great deal of point to what I’m about to talk about.
‘The Daydreamer’ is a short novel written by Ian McEwan. It’s about a ten year old boy (Peter) who often daydreams, the book mostly consists of his actual daydreams. As clever and funny as the book is, it’s also impossible to ignore how strange it is. In one chapter Peter ‘unzips’ his cat down the middle of its belly, the cats soul then rises out of the unzipped animal. To make things weirder, Peter ‘unzips’ himself to release his own soul. The cat’s soul then goes into Peter’s body, and Peter’s soul goes into the cat’s body. Leaving Peter to live life as a cat, temporarily.
Now. Last week I left you with a riddle. The answer to that riddle is in fact NOTHING. Because nothing is greater than God, nothing is more evil than the devil, the poor have nothing, the rich need nothing and we would die if we ate nothing.
There are problems with the answer to the riddle. Like: poor people don’t have ‘nothing’ because then they would lack everything including their lives. And, I’m sure that there are plenty of rich people who need things, even if it is just a wine glass holder for the jacuzzi in their bedroom.
But we ought not to look too deeply into the, apparently unquestionable, answer to the riddle. It’s probably best if we blindly trust the unknown source that gave the answer. We should forget that when we walk with our eyes close, we tend to bump into things. Things such as the walls of conformity, built by the faceless people who believe the riddle’s answer is correct merely because everyone else does.
Or maybe we should just move on and talk about last week’s episode of All Saints briefly. If you’ve been a regular reader of my blog since its creation, then you’ll know that Mark Priestly committed suicide a few months ago and although I tend to make my blog a place of light subject matter, I do need to mention him. Last week they played the last episode he’ll ever appear in. To rule out his character (Dan) from the show, they wrote the script so that he “moved to his family’s farm indefinitely.”
So Dan has moved indefinitely to the country, and Mark Priestley became indefinitely absent. The phrase ‘Indefinitely absence’ was a feeble attempt of mine to soften the truth (that he is now dead.) But it actually just rubs in the fact that when you die you’re gone forever, so it didn’t work very well. Much like when my dad said “how’s the..... liquid oozing from your nose.... problem, going?” to my sister, when she had a cold. This was – apparently- an attempt to prevent disturbing images arising in our minds, whilst we ate dinner. However, saying ‘how’s the cold going?’ would have been a lot less visually descriptive.
I mentioned Mark Priestley again because now that he no longer appears on TV, he needs people like me to keep his memory alive on things like internet blogs.
I shall post the next segment of ‘The End of Time’ tomorrow.... possibly.
Weekly Helpful Hint: Read ‘The Daydreamer’ by Ian McEwan. It will take you little over an hour.
If you’ve ever been on a technology strike, you’ll know that the best ‘legal’ replacement for TV and other technology related entertainment is reading books. It’s not that I didn’t read books before, but I read a lot more last week than I usually do.
Last summer I read Atonement, and even though I was holidaying on an island off Singapore (where there was plenty to do) I didn’t want to do anything but read. My point is, it’s a good book, and so - during my technology strike - I went and borrowed some of Ian McEwan’s other books (Ian McEwan being the author of Atonement.) The reason I’m telling you this isn’t quite as pointless as it may seem..... although there isn’t a great deal of point to what I’m about to talk about.
‘The Daydreamer’ is a short novel written by Ian McEwan. It’s about a ten year old boy (Peter) who often daydreams, the book mostly consists of his actual daydreams. As clever and funny as the book is, it’s also impossible to ignore how strange it is. In one chapter Peter ‘unzips’ his cat down the middle of its belly, the cats soul then rises out of the unzipped animal. To make things weirder, Peter ‘unzips’ himself to release his own soul. The cat’s soul then goes into Peter’s body, and Peter’s soul goes into the cat’s body. Leaving Peter to live life as a cat, temporarily.
Now. Last week I left you with a riddle. The answer to that riddle is in fact NOTHING. Because nothing is greater than God, nothing is more evil than the devil, the poor have nothing, the rich need nothing and we would die if we ate nothing.
There are problems with the answer to the riddle. Like: poor people don’t have ‘nothing’ because then they would lack everything including their lives. And, I’m sure that there are plenty of rich people who need things, even if it is just a wine glass holder for the jacuzzi in their bedroom.
But we ought not to look too deeply into the, apparently unquestionable, answer to the riddle. It’s probably best if we blindly trust the unknown source that gave the answer. We should forget that when we walk with our eyes close, we tend to bump into things. Things such as the walls of conformity, built by the faceless people who believe the riddle’s answer is correct merely because everyone else does.
Or maybe we should just move on and talk about last week’s episode of All Saints briefly. If you’ve been a regular reader of my blog since its creation, then you’ll know that Mark Priestly committed suicide a few months ago and although I tend to make my blog a place of light subject matter, I do need to mention him. Last week they played the last episode he’ll ever appear in. To rule out his character (Dan) from the show, they wrote the script so that he “moved to his family’s farm indefinitely.”
So Dan has moved indefinitely to the country, and Mark Priestley became indefinitely absent. The phrase ‘Indefinitely absence’ was a feeble attempt of mine to soften the truth (that he is now dead.) But it actually just rubs in the fact that when you die you’re gone forever, so it didn’t work very well. Much like when my dad said “how’s the..... liquid oozing from your nose.... problem, going?” to my sister, when she had a cold. This was – apparently- an attempt to prevent disturbing images arising in our minds, whilst we ate dinner. However, saying ‘how’s the cold going?’ would have been a lot less visually descriptive.
I mentioned Mark Priestley again because now that he no longer appears on TV, he needs people like me to keep his memory alive on things like internet blogs.
I shall post the next segment of ‘The End of Time’ tomorrow.... possibly.
Weekly Helpful Hint: Read ‘The Daydreamer’ by Ian McEwan. It will take you little over an hour.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Technology Strike
As you may have gathered from the title of this post, I’m taking a break from using technology. It’s only for a week and starts as soon as I finish watching All Saints tonight (because I’m dying to see if Erica survives and if it’s Mark Priestley’s last episode, I don’t think I could wait another week to find out.)
It’s not a complete strike, I’ll allow myself to do some technology related things. Like, for example: validating my train ticket. I don’t think the ticket inspectors will except “actually, I’m on a technology strike and couldn’t use the ticket validating machine” as an excuse.
I’m also not going to go out of my way to avoid the day to day technology that’s uncontrollably necessary in my life. Like, for example: I won’t cover my ears in an attempt to avoid hearing the school bell that plays several times a day.
But I will stop watching TV, listening to my Ipod and going on my computer, which includes (unfortunately and regretfully) this blog.
It may pain you to live without my posts (although you all seemed to cope alright when I had exams) but remember, I’ll be back in a week.
You may ask why I’m doing this. But if you did, I wouldn’t be sure what to reply.
I’ll leave you all with a riddle which - although I solved it rather quickly - will hopefully keep you occupied for a week until I return:
It’s not a complete strike, I’ll allow myself to do some technology related things. Like, for example: validating my train ticket. I don’t think the ticket inspectors will except “actually, I’m on a technology strike and couldn’t use the ticket validating machine” as an excuse.
I’m also not going to go out of my way to avoid the day to day technology that’s uncontrollably necessary in my life. Like, for example: I won’t cover my ears in an attempt to avoid hearing the school bell that plays several times a day.
But I will stop watching TV, listening to my Ipod and going on my computer, which includes (unfortunately and regretfully) this blog.
It may pain you to live without my posts (although you all seemed to cope alright when I had exams) but remember, I’ll be back in a week.
You may ask why I’m doing this. But if you did, I wouldn’t be sure what to reply.
I’ll leave you all with a riddle which - although I solved it rather quickly - will hopefully keep you occupied for a week until I return:
What is greater than God
More evil than the devil
The poor have it
The rich need it
And if you eat it, you'll die?
Monday, November 17, 2008
Kordail
Well, my exams are over now. You can expect to see more than one blog a week again. Firstly, it appears my word game has shrivelled up, gone into hibernation or taken a trip to Paris because no one’s added a word in ages.
Maybe it’s because it’s no longer on the main page of my blog, and now you need to click September and then Word Game to play it. Or possibly because people have been busy with exams. It could also be because you’re all over the word game.... but I prefer the first two options.
Weekly Helpful Hint: if you like Emma Watson, then watch the movie Ballet Shoes.
I’m really tired now- I had drama all day yesterday- so this is going to be a pathetically miniature post, pretty much just letting you all know I’m alive, because I don’t have the energy to write much more than that. In fact it’s so small, I’ve decided to just combine it with the next segment of my story ‘The End of Time.’
Lilette was obviously overreacting. Creatures – no matter how green or wrinkly they may be – who dance and drink punch, generally aren’t sinister. And so, after a few seconds of being petrified, Lilette concluded that nothing was going to happen and that she had merely overreacted.
The jazzy music resumed playing, it was only then that Lilette realised it must have stopped when she knocked the punch table. The red and yellow lanterns were beginning to flicker gently in the breeze, creating a romantic feel to the not so romantic situation.
The unsightly dancing couple continued to stare at Lilette, there intentions and thoughts were unclear and they appeared to be emotionless. The shorter of the two seemed to whisper something to the other, before returning to the wooden dance floor to continue dancing. Lilette swallowed hard, as she tried to convince herself that the lingering creature was harmless.
“Hello. I’m Kordail” he spoke in a deep musical voice, that made Lilette want to cry with joy. Now that she had heard him speak, it was clear he was a male. Although his voice emitted the most wonderful sound Lilette had ever heard, his appearance still disturbed her greatly and she felt uneasy in his presence.
“I’m sorry if we scared you” he apologised, his musical tone sounded honestly in the need of Lilette’s forgiveness “I understand... I would be scared of me too.” He added, full of shame and self belittlement “but. Perhaps. If you can find the will power to see me for who I really am, then we could be friends?” he proposed eagerly.
Lilette now had two choices. She could either run off into the woods, and never see the boy again. Or she could make a new friend.
“I’m Lilette” she said, still not making eye contact “I’m sorry I overreacted, you’re not that scary” she lied, trying to make amends for her earlier instinctive reactions.
“I’m not that scary? But you cannot bring yourself to look at me” Kordail said, more to himself than to Lilette, his anger and sorrow were aimed only to himself, there was nothing to suggest that he blamed Lilette for the way she felt. She couldn’t bear listening to him deject himself in such ways.
And so she looked at him. Properly this time. She looked right into his eyes, something she had failed to do up until now. At first they were blue, and as normal looking as any other eyes Lilette had ever seen. She was somewhat amazed that this wrinkly green creature could have such normal eyes. And so she stared at them. While fulfilling her intriguement she hoped that this would take away some of Kordail’s self hate.
As she continued to gaze mindlessly into his eyes, all the negative thoughts and fears in her system inexplicably vanished and she felt a warm sensation radiate through her entire body.
She looked deeper into his eyes and began to see all the events in her life that had ever made her happy, she saw herself laughing with Mielou, licking a lolly as a child, spinning around in circles, talking to Ash, watching the sun set and making pancakes with her mum all at the same time.
She watched as everything positive in her life played before her very eyes, in someone else’s eyes. She could think of nothing else except for complete joy, she forgot where she was. There was a wall between her and all negative thoughts, nothing could penetrate this wall, she didn’t even think about it.
It could have been years, seconds or a lifetime when Lilette blinked and broke the blissful life playback. “Wow” she exhaled, finding herself low on air, like she’d been holding her breath.
“What was that?” she questioned fascinated.
“You’ve heard of Fairies having powers, have you not? This is the power of Pixies” Kordail uttered proudly, in his deep musical tone that Lilette couldn’t get over.
“You’re a... Pixie?” Lilette had never heard of such things before.
“I am indeed. My name is Kordail, and I would like to be your friend” he put the proposal of friendship out into the open for the second time that evening.
Lilette was suddenly aware of time again, and began to remember the events that occurred seconds before she saw her whole life flash before her. She remembered wanting to run away last time he had asked to be friends, now she was honoured that such a wonderful creature would want to be friends with her.
“I’m Lilette” she informed him.... again.
“Yes, I think I recall you telling me that” he teased “I only told you my name again, because I thought you might be able to see me differently now. I thought I might be a new person through your eyes and felt we needed a fresh start” he said as if there should be no doubt that he was correct.
Lilette couldn’t argue with what he had said, it was completely true. But she felt bad that it took her so long to be able to see him for who he was, and not for what he looked like.
“I only told you my name again, because I used to be blind and now I can see.” She said, hoping not to sound to cliché, but at the same time undo the effects of her first impressions reactions.
“Does this mean we can be friends?” he sang hopefully.
Just as Lilette was about to say something along the lines of ‘yes, offcourse this means we can be friends’ she was unexpectedly grabbed by the wrist and pulled away from Kordail.
“We have to get out of here!” yelled Mielou tugging Lilette by the wrist “What hideous creatures! I can’t believe you brought us here, Ash!” she pulled Lilette along, Ash ran beside them. Lilette wanted to put up a fight but found herself incapable of defying Mielou, she wanted very much to talk to Kordail some more, but she allowed Mielou to pull her further and further away from the party. They were soon ages away.
“Mielou!?” cried Lilette, releasing herself from Mielou’s grasp. They stopped running and faced each other. “I didn’t want to leave!” she yelled, but made no attempt at going back. She concluded now that it was Mielou’s supernatural persuasive powers that had prevented Lilette from trying to break away before.
“Did you see those creatures Lilette!?” Mielou shouted back, a look of fear still enveloped her face.
“They’re completely harmless, Mie. Do you really think I would put you in danger?” Ash said with a calm annoyance.
“He’s right, Mie. They’re really nice. I don’t think they’d ever hurt us.” Lilette agreed, trying to reassure and comfort Mielou.
“Did any of you see them!? Mielou bellowed, tears now streaming down her cheeks “or are you all blind!?”
“You’re the blind one” Ash murmured through his teeth, and flew off into the night.
Mielou collapsed to the grassy ground, and sobbed loudly into her hands. Lilette sat down and put an arm around her friend, but Mielou pushed her away.
“Leave me alone” Mielou hissed bitterly. Lilette stood up and slowly backed away, she had no idea where they were, and it was still the middle of the night. So she walked over to a not so distant tree, and sat down. Hopefully all would be well by morning.
Maybe it’s because it’s no longer on the main page of my blog, and now you need to click September and then Word Game to play it. Or possibly because people have been busy with exams. It could also be because you’re all over the word game.... but I prefer the first two options.
Weekly Helpful Hint: if you like Emma Watson, then watch the movie Ballet Shoes.
I’m really tired now- I had drama all day yesterday- so this is going to be a pathetically miniature post, pretty much just letting you all know I’m alive, because I don’t have the energy to write much more than that. In fact it’s so small, I’ve decided to just combine it with the next segment of my story ‘The End of Time.’
Lilette was obviously overreacting. Creatures – no matter how green or wrinkly they may be – who dance and drink punch, generally aren’t sinister. And so, after a few seconds of being petrified, Lilette concluded that nothing was going to happen and that she had merely overreacted.
The jazzy music resumed playing, it was only then that Lilette realised it must have stopped when she knocked the punch table. The red and yellow lanterns were beginning to flicker gently in the breeze, creating a romantic feel to the not so romantic situation.
The unsightly dancing couple continued to stare at Lilette, there intentions and thoughts were unclear and they appeared to be emotionless. The shorter of the two seemed to whisper something to the other, before returning to the wooden dance floor to continue dancing. Lilette swallowed hard, as she tried to convince herself that the lingering creature was harmless.
“Hello. I’m Kordail” he spoke in a deep musical voice, that made Lilette want to cry with joy. Now that she had heard him speak, it was clear he was a male. Although his voice emitted the most wonderful sound Lilette had ever heard, his appearance still disturbed her greatly and she felt uneasy in his presence.
“I’m sorry if we scared you” he apologised, his musical tone sounded honestly in the need of Lilette’s forgiveness “I understand... I would be scared of me too.” He added, full of shame and self belittlement “but. Perhaps. If you can find the will power to see me for who I really am, then we could be friends?” he proposed eagerly.
Lilette now had two choices. She could either run off into the woods, and never see the boy again. Or she could make a new friend.
“I’m Lilette” she said, still not making eye contact “I’m sorry I overreacted, you’re not that scary” she lied, trying to make amends for her earlier instinctive reactions.
“I’m not that scary? But you cannot bring yourself to look at me” Kordail said, more to himself than to Lilette, his anger and sorrow were aimed only to himself, there was nothing to suggest that he blamed Lilette for the way she felt. She couldn’t bear listening to him deject himself in such ways.
And so she looked at him. Properly this time. She looked right into his eyes, something she had failed to do up until now. At first they were blue, and as normal looking as any other eyes Lilette had ever seen. She was somewhat amazed that this wrinkly green creature could have such normal eyes. And so she stared at them. While fulfilling her intriguement she hoped that this would take away some of Kordail’s self hate.
As she continued to gaze mindlessly into his eyes, all the negative thoughts and fears in her system inexplicably vanished and she felt a warm sensation radiate through her entire body.
She looked deeper into his eyes and began to see all the events in her life that had ever made her happy, she saw herself laughing with Mielou, licking a lolly as a child, spinning around in circles, talking to Ash, watching the sun set and making pancakes with her mum all at the same time.
She watched as everything positive in her life played before her very eyes, in someone else’s eyes. She could think of nothing else except for complete joy, she forgot where she was. There was a wall between her and all negative thoughts, nothing could penetrate this wall, she didn’t even think about it.
It could have been years, seconds or a lifetime when Lilette blinked and broke the blissful life playback. “Wow” she exhaled, finding herself low on air, like she’d been holding her breath.
“What was that?” she questioned fascinated.
“You’ve heard of Fairies having powers, have you not? This is the power of Pixies” Kordail uttered proudly, in his deep musical tone that Lilette couldn’t get over.
“You’re a... Pixie?” Lilette had never heard of such things before.
“I am indeed. My name is Kordail, and I would like to be your friend” he put the proposal of friendship out into the open for the second time that evening.
Lilette was suddenly aware of time again, and began to remember the events that occurred seconds before she saw her whole life flash before her. She remembered wanting to run away last time he had asked to be friends, now she was honoured that such a wonderful creature would want to be friends with her.
“I’m Lilette” she informed him.... again.
“Yes, I think I recall you telling me that” he teased “I only told you my name again, because I thought you might be able to see me differently now. I thought I might be a new person through your eyes and felt we needed a fresh start” he said as if there should be no doubt that he was correct.
Lilette couldn’t argue with what he had said, it was completely true. But she felt bad that it took her so long to be able to see him for who he was, and not for what he looked like.
“I only told you my name again, because I used to be blind and now I can see.” She said, hoping not to sound to cliché, but at the same time undo the effects of her first impressions reactions.
“Does this mean we can be friends?” he sang hopefully.
Just as Lilette was about to say something along the lines of ‘yes, offcourse this means we can be friends’ she was unexpectedly grabbed by the wrist and pulled away from Kordail.
“We have to get out of here!” yelled Mielou tugging Lilette by the wrist “What hideous creatures! I can’t believe you brought us here, Ash!” she pulled Lilette along, Ash ran beside them. Lilette wanted to put up a fight but found herself incapable of defying Mielou, she wanted very much to talk to Kordail some more, but she allowed Mielou to pull her further and further away from the party. They were soon ages away.
“Mielou!?” cried Lilette, releasing herself from Mielou’s grasp. They stopped running and faced each other. “I didn’t want to leave!” she yelled, but made no attempt at going back. She concluded now that it was Mielou’s supernatural persuasive powers that had prevented Lilette from trying to break away before.
“Did you see those creatures Lilette!?” Mielou shouted back, a look of fear still enveloped her face.
“They’re completely harmless, Mie. Do you really think I would put you in danger?” Ash said with a calm annoyance.
“He’s right, Mie. They’re really nice. I don’t think they’d ever hurt us.” Lilette agreed, trying to reassure and comfort Mielou.
“Did any of you see them!? Mielou bellowed, tears now streaming down her cheeks “or are you all blind!?”
“You’re the blind one” Ash murmured through his teeth, and flew off into the night.
Mielou collapsed to the grassy ground, and sobbed loudly into her hands. Lilette sat down and put an arm around her friend, but Mielou pushed her away.
“Leave me alone” Mielou hissed bitterly. Lilette stood up and slowly backed away, she had no idea where they were, and it was still the middle of the night. So she walked over to a not so distant tree, and sat down. Hopefully all would be well by morning.
Friday, November 7, 2008
What Has The World Come To?
Moving Heroes to 10.30pm!?
Like 9.30pm wasn’t late enough!
Weekly Helpful Hint: watch Heroes this Thursday. Maybe the ratings will go back up and they’ll reschedule it to a more sane hour to watch TV.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Halloween
Well, I thought I’d take a break from my exam studying, and write a blog.
“Trick or Treat, give us a sweat, or we’ll repossess your house and roll you down the street” – sings my cousin.
As you probably know it was Halloween on Friday. I love Halloween, it’s a heap of fun. And although we don’t live in America I tend to go Trick or Treating. So, this year me, my sister and my cousins dressed up and went knocking on strangers doors asking for candy.
If you’ve ever seen a peacock behind an x-ray machine then you’ll be able to imagine what my mum’s costume looked like.... but apparently my court jester outfit was the scariest of all.
I don’t know what supernatural things you believe happen on Halloween, but when it buckets down with rain - the split second you walk out the door – then you start to believe that there is some higher being who has a personal grudge against you. Much like my maths teacher (I refer to her in regards to the ‘personal grudge’ comment not the ‘higher being’ comment.)
Soaking wet, we headed off to my cousins teachers house (who told his students to come Trick or Treating at his place.) On the way we encountered a lonely elderly woman (who wouldn’t stop talking) a woman (who almost released her hounds on us) a young man (who slammed the door in our face) and numerous tooting cars.
There are three sorts of people:
1. The people who hate Halloween, find it too American, and pull out the shot gun.
2. The people who think it’s great you’re Trick or Treating, have decorations everywhere, and have lots of candy prepared for you.
3. The people who didn’t expect Trick or Treaters and are rather apologetic for not having anything.
We came across all three (except, no one pulled out a shot gun, thank goodness.) Next year, if you’re thinking of going Trick or Treating, go to your local supermarket, video store and Subway. They give away awesome things. And don’t go into houses that say ‘beware of the dog’ because generally there is a dog you should beware of. You may like to try waving at a passing train, we did, and the train driver – who I suspect was a person #2 – gave as a nice, little musical toot.
Nice, little musical toots given by trains always make you feel special.
Well, that was my Halloween. How was yours? ....... *note to self: when I ask general questions like that on my blog, people have tended not to respond*
The other day – bear with me as I’m about to get random- I stumbled across a song called ‘Bella Luna’ and bought the entire album so I could hear this song. It wasn’t until after I’d bought the album that I discovered you can just listen to it for free here:
http://www.jango.com/music/Jason+Mraz?l=0
There was no point to that little story. It’s just because I’m listening to the album right now, and it gets better every time I hear it. If you do follow the link, listen out for the part where Jason Mraz goes “like a ring around the finger of a girl” merely because it sounds.... cool.
Weekly Helpful Hint: When your parents say “let’s go to the new shopping centre and have a look around for an hour!” what they really mean is “We need new glasses, so we’re going to OPSM to spend THREE WHOLE HOURS trying millions of glasses on, in a very indecisive, dull manner.”
I best be getting back to my exam studying now.... that was a lie, I’m actually about to have dinner.... not that you needed to know that.
“Trick or Treat, give us a sweat, or we’ll repossess your house and roll you down the street” – sings my cousin.
As you probably know it was Halloween on Friday. I love Halloween, it’s a heap of fun. And although we don’t live in America I tend to go Trick or Treating. So, this year me, my sister and my cousins dressed up and went knocking on strangers doors asking for candy.
If you’ve ever seen a peacock behind an x-ray machine then you’ll be able to imagine what my mum’s costume looked like.... but apparently my court jester outfit was the scariest of all.
I don’t know what supernatural things you believe happen on Halloween, but when it buckets down with rain - the split second you walk out the door – then you start to believe that there is some higher being who has a personal grudge against you. Much like my maths teacher (I refer to her in regards to the ‘personal grudge’ comment not the ‘higher being’ comment.)
Soaking wet, we headed off to my cousins teachers house (who told his students to come Trick or Treating at his place.) On the way we encountered a lonely elderly woman (who wouldn’t stop talking) a woman (who almost released her hounds on us) a young man (who slammed the door in our face) and numerous tooting cars.
There are three sorts of people:
1. The people who hate Halloween, find it too American, and pull out the shot gun.
2. The people who think it’s great you’re Trick or Treating, have decorations everywhere, and have lots of candy prepared for you.
3. The people who didn’t expect Trick or Treaters and are rather apologetic for not having anything.
We came across all three (except, no one pulled out a shot gun, thank goodness.) Next year, if you’re thinking of going Trick or Treating, go to your local supermarket, video store and Subway. They give away awesome things. And don’t go into houses that say ‘beware of the dog’ because generally there is a dog you should beware of. You may like to try waving at a passing train, we did, and the train driver – who I suspect was a person #2 – gave as a nice, little musical toot.
Nice, little musical toots given by trains always make you feel special.
Well, that was my Halloween. How was yours? ....... *note to self: when I ask general questions like that on my blog, people have tended not to respond*
The other day – bear with me as I’m about to get random- I stumbled across a song called ‘Bella Luna’ and bought the entire album so I could hear this song. It wasn’t until after I’d bought the album that I discovered you can just listen to it for free here:
http://www.jango.com/music/Jason+Mraz?l=0
There was no point to that little story. It’s just because I’m listening to the album right now, and it gets better every time I hear it. If you do follow the link, listen out for the part where Jason Mraz goes “like a ring around the finger of a girl” merely because it sounds.... cool.
Weekly Helpful Hint: When your parents say “let’s go to the new shopping centre and have a look around for an hour!” what they really mean is “We need new glasses, so we’re going to OPSM to spend THREE WHOLE HOURS trying millions of glasses on, in a very indecisive, dull manner.”
I best be getting back to my exam studying now.... that was a lie, I’m actually about to have dinner.... not that you needed to know that.
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