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Wednesday, 25 August 2010
I’ve done it many times before and never have I seen the same sight. I have a photograph recollection of all the times I’ve been here in the same spot and every one is different. I often enjoy looking through them, not only to look at the picture taken, but how technology has changed from black and white old pictures to the ones that I’ve printed from the computer. The photographs however never capture the true essence of what is and what was, never will I be able to recall sounds I heard, feel the touch of the winters icy frost or summers light breeze or smell the freshly fallen dew on cut grass, for never will there be a moment like the one nature will produce now. For everyday is different, we can neither stop time nor call it back, it’s indefinite and brings us hoping and surprises.
Today was the same, a surprise, a wonder to my eye.
It took me longer than usual to get out of the house as I was taking along one of my Grandchildren and although I had told her in order to see a miracle she would have to get up early, be alert, ready and willing. However trying to get a 7 year old up and out of bed is not a task I myself would settle for everyday. Constantly anxious for whether I would miss the start of Mother Nature’s day not wanting to disappoint myself nor Rose for what I had promised her would be a sight she would always remember and trying not to get myself frustrated with her, while she frolicked around the house singing with her tooth brush in her mouth, waking herself up, but also the rest of the household.
Soon we were off. Rose singing ‘Oh What a Beautiful Morning’ at the top of her lungs with power that I no longer am familiar with and me trying to keep up with her carefree skip as we trudged through the park . The fresh spring air was crisp and cool; the grass was still wet from last night’s dew. The droplets glistened without the sun’s rays to reflect off of them, they were different from every angle and as we walked through the grass our shoes became increasing wet. There was a path nearby, but the grass was soft and bouncy on our feet so we stayed where we were. A few early daisies were dotted around, their petals closed to avoid the morning nip in the air. I suspected we would see them fully open showing off their pure flower when we would return this way in a few hours.
We stopped by the old Oak tree, which I guessed to be a few hundred years old. It towered above us high and dense with no intention of stopping. It was in the winter months you could fully appreciate the vast structure of the tree, but in spring time it was just as wonderful watching new buds appear and the green leaves unfold to make a truly magnificent sight filled with life. I saw a few birds starting to appear and soon the morning chorus was in full swing blocking out any traffic noise that ever was. No conductor to tell each singer the timing, no sheet music to tell them what note to sing, and no limit on what they could do. True improvisation. Rose started to whistle along, imitating the calls she heard from around her obviously marvelled by the tunes they were making.
We sat down at the foot of the tree, each sitting on an enormous root erupting up from the ground. I set up my camera, while Rose sat beside me eating the peanut butter sandwiches greedily I had made as a snack, dropping crumbs on the park floor that would most probably be picked up by a hungry bird later that day.
A touch of pink brushed the sky making it blush a furious red colour striped colourfully with lines of blue and lilac as well. From where we sat I could just see the tip of the Sun over the horizon eye level with us. I switched on my camera and stood up, Rose copied me, dropping her peanut butter sandwich and eagerly sucking her fingers clean she took my hand.
Together we watched as the Sun rose, slowly, but at a speed where it changed everything so quickly. Soon the flushed red sky turned orange and yellow as the Sun presented itself into the new day. Pastel colours, like the one’s I find in Rose’s crayon pot flooded the sky with delight. A bird flew across the scene to make it complete blackened out forming a silhouette where the sun shone brightly upon it. I looked to my right there her jaw hanging open in awe stood Rose. I gently let go of her hand and focused my camera on her with our scene and took a picture.
As the sky lost colour and turned increasingly blue, we started to head back. Once back home in the comfort of the house, our shoes on the radiator and a mug of Hot Chocolate in our hands, Rose’s mother asked: “What was it like Rose?”, she merely replied “Good, go and see for yourself.” But I knew she thought it was more than “good”, I knew she found it awe inspiring and wonderful. Because I have a picture which captures memories and sights like that.
This is a short story that I wrote when I was around 15, it was for the AS English class that I was taking a year in advance. I really enjoyed our lessons, they were so free, we could read what we wanted and write whatever we wanted for coursework.
One criteria was to write a piece intended for just reading. I chose to write a short story based of Arthur Golden's 'A memoir of a a Geisha'. It tells the story of Chiyo's (the main character) sister. They are taken away to Kyoto and separated. This is Satsu's tale of how she ran away.
I checked my almanac for the third time that day; it read ‘An auspicious day for small changes, a good day for travel in the direction of the Sheep, which was in the direction of northeast, the direction of home.’ Good. “Just trust it.” I said quietly to my self.
“I know” I replied clearly, although she could here the uncertainty in my voice.
“It’s best for you to get out while you can, if you wait until you’re my age your time will have passed. I can’t say that all the luck in the world is with you Satsu, but if you think about how much you want to be with your sister and how much you want to go home, you will make it.” Her old wise eyes met with mine again.
“What if she doesn’t come? What if all my days of planning have gone to waste? What if I get caught then I will never have another chance, it will ruin me if I try and fail, I will have to come back here and work until my days are over, and then…” Mrs Kishino cut me off short.
“Satsu, listen to me.” She began quietly. “I tried to run away and I failed, but only because I didn’t believe in myself. Satsu, believe in yourself and you can do it. You can.”
“Yes.” It was all I could say. Mrs Kishino stroked my hair, just as mother would do back in the village. “Good Luck.” She whispered.
Saturday, 7 August 2010
Monday, 2 August 2010
its fine there are thosands!
that wasnt right
i think i need special spelling lessons before year 13
AHHHH YEAR 13
AAAAHHHH YEAR 13
13 is my ultimate unlucky number, damn it
how is this
i can't even
i can't be almost 18
it's just INSANE MAN
i know i feel like a child
I AM A CHILD
I LIKE PLAYING GAMES
no way am i driving, living on my own, fending for myslef
AND NOT HAVING TO HOLD RESPONSIBILITY
I CAN'T DRIVE
I CAN'T GO ON HOLIDAY ON MY OWN
I CAN'T GO ANYWHERE ON MY OWN
we could actually go to prison
I CAN'T SIT IN A RESTAURANT ON MY OWN?!?!?!?!!1
they wouldnt just blame out parents anymore
WE COULD GO TO PRISON
WE CAN DO ANYTHING
i wanna go to azkaban
but we have to pay bills
HOW DO WE EVEN DO THAT?
i have absolutely no idea!!!!
HOW DO YOU EVEN DO ANYTHING
im actually going to die
I CAN'T GO FOOD SHOPPING ON MY OWN
FOR MY OWN SELF
HOW DO I GET A MORGAGE?
I CAN'T EVEN SPELL IT
what even is a morgage
it's just a word
we'll be getting married
how do i move away from everyone i knoq
bored as ever
and make a billion new friends
where is time going!!!!
HOW IS IT ALREADY AUGUST
WHAT THIS FRICK IS THIS WORLD
bejeezus 5 year olds dont know how easy life is at their age
IT'S NOT A LONG ENOUGH LIFE
I WANT TO GO EVERYWHERE
AND DO EVERYTHING
i want to eat food so spicy my head falls off
swim in a lake
climb the andes!
bunjee jump (maybe)
after peru it's time for uni
OH GOOD LORD
can we just stay out there living wild in the forest
we can take a course at the university of life
we could just NOT GO
we have no obligation to go
lets just explore th world
theres so much to see!
and you know what
we are like the smallest planet
and we live in one of the smallest countries
and it freaks me out that i can still go to places in our small little country and be amazed by how different it is to anywhere else i've been
IN MY OWN COUNTRY
and then europe
well that's insane
and i've never been anywhere else
but how crazy must it be there?!?!?!
i know we are so small
we are miniscule
then think of ants
LIFE FREAK OUT
also, one tiny molecule tha makes up an object, imagine how many there are in the world
DEFINATE LIFE FREAK OUT