The Traveller

The traveller wears his hat down low

Nobody knows what the traveller knows

Nobody knows where the traveller goes

Head full of secrets, head full of lies

Born in a town where everybody dies

No love from a sister, no love from a brother

The traveller has no recollection of a caring mother

The stale wind blows which ever way the traveller goes

Don’t expect a smile, don’t expect a tear

There is nobody that the traveller holds dear

Head full of trouble, head full of death

Soon the traveller will be the only one left

The traveller wears his hat down low

Nobody knows, nobody knows

But the traveller knows where everybody goes


English Journal

*This is an English journal I wrote for grade 11.

What is the one thing that excites, relaxes, and drives me in one single sitting? I would have to say reading. I know since this is an English journal that might sound a little cheesy. But it is the truth: I really like reading. I feel like people who don’t read or don’t like reading just do not understand what they are missing. When I read it’s like I am in another world, from a different place or time period, and I have become a different person. I am engrossed in a story that I enjoy from the very first page. Even if I don’t find a book interesting if it mildly intrigues me I will most likely finish it. And although it may sound strange I do fall in love with the characters. I want the happy ending that most books have, the love stories and the spunky best friends shy main characters get. Maybe it is because my life is boring or I think it’s boring.

For me life is routine: wake up, get ready, go to school, come home, do homework and usually my extra things consist of listening to music, reading, watching TV and spending time on my computer. My life is like a normal teenagers life should be except maybe for the reading part. And to me I want excitement, action, mystery and romance and for now the only place I can get that are books and my own imagination.

Since I have this deep affection for books I also have a love of writing my own stories. I want to create an adventure for another person to read and to fall in love with as I have with many other authors. A huge dream of mine is to publish my own novel. It is my ultimate goal to have something of mine read by millions of people, for them to crush on my characters and picture themselves in my world. I mean who doesn’t want to go to Hogwarts? Or spend a day with Katniss Everdeen? I get it that some people don’t want to be involved in that sort of fantasy and if I never get to publish anything then that would be okay because I am sure I can entertain myself with my own stories. If no one reads my books or likes what I have dreamed up in my own little world then I am not going to cry and scream. Okay, I might be upset but I will try my best because like my favorite quote states: “Wherever you go, go with all your heart.” (Confucius) And if I decide to go in the direction of writing a book then I will go with all my heart.

Season Finale Season

It’s that time of year again. School is gradually winding down, with about 7 classes left to go. But there are other big changes in the air, well actually on our TV screens. May is the time of year when our favorite TV shows leave us for a few months, and of course the annual cliffhangers are sometimes what most fans dread the most. Cliffhangers are a simple way to bring people back to watch again next season and watching my favorite shows finales this year made me realize something I never have before. Writers are clever. Okay, I have made that connection before. Especially, when watching a comedy and really laughing harder than I ever have before, and thinking “Wow, I don’t know if I could write jokes that good.”

But what I am talking about now is that how season finales have so many layers too them; they must pull together all the story lines of the season, they must purpose new questions for the audience to ponder over the summer and overall as I mentioned they must be clever. Some go for the shock factor, the emotional factor, or the action factor, or usually a combination of all the elements that their show portrays.

Most plot twists have been re-done over and over but if writers are clever then they do it in a whole new way. They make people think they’re going one way when they go another, they make people think one person is a villain when really it’s another. Writers are creative, and must work with what they are given. I don’t mind the occasional ending of a show where everything is wrapped up in a nice way and the characters took care of what needed to be done and they’re simply taking a break with us over the summer. But it’s okay to have shock every once in a while.

But we, as fans, expect those huge shocking twists, and I guess I want to thank the writers and show runners for pulling them off for all the years television has been around. Thanks for making us think. Thanks for making us wonder.

Season finales must show that the characters learned something that year, that somehow they grew, and the audience grew with them. It’s the showcase for all of the build-up and the tension, and it makes me realize that these producers, writers, creators are very good at what they do.

Thanks for all you give us, season finales. See you next season!

Arrests made in funeral robberies

I remember hearing about this story on the news where during a funeral of a loved one people would be robbed, and now the police have finally made an arrest. The two women are to be charged with 19 total charges including break and enter, theft, possession of stolen property, and conspiracy to commit and indictable offense. I personally find this kind of act sick and makes me wonder what type of people would do this, to take advantage of people when they are at their most vulnerable. These kind of crimes should not occur but in our increasingly expensive society it has become more common for people to just take the things they want. But this takes it to a whole new level because these people left their home open to go to a  funeral and because of that one little item; they were the victims of yet another blow to their lives and that should never have happened.


For more info on this story, and what happened go to:


Blood Diamond

I recently watched this movie in my law class, and I was absolutely blown away by it. Obviously this movie touches on a very serious subject of the blood diamond industry in Sierra Leone in 1999.   This movie also focuses some time on the child soldiers during this time. The performances in this movie were absolutely heart wrenching especially by Djimon Hounsou who plays Solomon Vandy, a man taken by the rebel forces to search for diamonds, and taken away from his family. The plot focuses on his struggle to try to find his family and helping the character played by Leonardo DiCaprio find a large diamond he had hidden away.

The movie is graphically very violent, but it made the movie feel much more real, and I am glad the creators the movie didn’t sugar coat the very scary and dangerous environment these people were living in. Leonardo DiCaprio plays Danny Archer, a man from Zimbabwe, who is a smuggler, and he gives a powerful performance also adding ferocity to his character and the scenes between him and Hounsou are full of different emotions played gracefully and are dynamic to watch.

The scenes with the child soldiers though made me very emotional. The rebels were forcing these children to do inhuman acts and were brainwashing them to think a certain way. It made me think of how lucky I am to live in a country where this would never happen. And though it was just on a screen, I know that this actually happened and those kids probably went through much worse things and it felt very momentous to be watching it, so it could shed light on the issues.

I would recommend this movie if you are interested in the blood diamond industry, but even if you’re not, I would still recommend it. The acting is phenomenal, and the setting and music add immensely to the serious atmosphere. The dialogue definitely makes you think and it brings up many moral topics of discussion. I will watch this movie again because I feel like you can get something different from it each time you watch. If you have seen this movie, tell me what did you think of it?

The End of the Line

*Daily Post: Daily Prompt: Don’t You Forget About Me

What is the legacy you want to leave behind?

I know, probably, that I will not be famous and I will not leave behind a famous piece of work that I do, so this prompt made me wonder what I do want to leave behind, and what I want my lasting effect to be. It made me realize that I want family to be my lasting effect. I want my family to remember me as a loving and caring person. I want my children and grandchildren to remember me in my happiest times and I hope they celebrate my life instead of mourning my death. I want my friends to know that I was there for them through thick and thin.  I want to leave this world knowing that I have lived the only life I could possible lead, and that I have lived my life to the very fullest.

Legacy is a hard word to describe, because it can mean so many different things to different people. My legacy wouldn’t be complex or overambitious. I would be lying if I said I didn’t want adventure in my life, that I want to try new things and meet new people, but I think in the end all I really want is a good home and good family who knows when I leave them that they were the best thing that happened to me and that they are my legacy.

Tell me, what do you guys what your legacy to be?



This is the parody I wrote in class, quite  a long time ago but I found it and thought it would be great to blog.

O asparagus, asparagus! Wherefore art thou asparagus?

Deny thy roots and refuse thy name!

Or, if thou wilt not, know that I will not eat you

Tis but thy name that is my digestive enemy;

Thou art thyself, though not a vegetable

What’s vegetable? It is not spicy, nor salty, nor savory, nor sweet, nor any other part belonging to a tasty food.

O, be some other name!

What’s in a name? That which we call a mother by any other name would still be as bossy

Without that title, asparagus, weed whack thy name.