1995 albums

December 2013 was a memorable time for me. My mother and I went to Manila to visit my grandparents for some family bonding time. We took a bus going there and on the way I saw blue skies and acres of farms throughout the highway. It was a long ride, about six to seven hours. Moreover, the traffic was horrendous when we arrived in Manila. Fortunately, my grandparents fetched us at the bus terminal. We were going to stay at my grandparent’s house and it was already late when we arrived at…

Sierra Owen Cady Windish Creative Composition 15 September 2017 Don’t Be Greedy Once upon a time, there were a fisherman and his wife who lived together in a huge castle right next to the ocean. Every morning, the fisherman would go out and fish for hours. One day, he was sitting there with his giant hook in the water and he felt a tug. Moments later, he felt a bigger tug. Then again, the tug was so hard, he almost flew out of his chair. He began to reel in and it took forever because…

Mercy Mercy Is the only word my lips open to speak? Truth, Is the only word that haunts me! Your hallucinations every time and everywhere are seen by me. Your shrilling cries, give me sleepless nights In this tiny prison cell, I shudder at the thought of that night. The night on which I committed a bloody sin I killed you. In spite of your mother not letting me to I want mercy! O’ God hear my plea O’ my child, What if you were a girl? I should have loved you, kissed and cherished you. But I…

I have had many great days, but the most memorable day in my life was August 6, 2004 when I gave birth to the most precious gift one could ask for. A handsome bouncing baby boy named Jhaquan Kevin Mario Lewis was born. When I woke up at 6:00 am on that morning I knew today was the day. I felt all the heaviness of this world in my lower abdomen and a series of painful contractions that I had never felt during the last nine months. I was home alone so I prepared myself to go to the hospital. At…

The previous summer I achieved my objective weight and celebrated by treating myself to an excursion. Amid the get-away, I ate and drank without restriction, and went all over the place in tubes and taxis. After ten days, I was back home, resembling my old self, and prepared to start a better eating routine to lose every one of the kilos I had placed on in Bangkok. I had lost four kilos and put on six. Since this January, I have begun and restarted abstaining from food no less than eight times…

Keep running. That’s all I tell myself. Watch out. That’s all I keep thinking. Keep your family close. That’s all I wish for. People screeching, babies bawling, I sprinted past my school and took cover by a nearby car. I recall how just last week I baked chocolate chip cookies. It’s unfeasible to think about how the world’s changed. How did this virus even start? Who will stop it? Stop over-thinking. I glance to my left and see my mother crouching beneath a broken advertisement. I gaze at an…

I stood at the end of the line and threw a quick glance over to see what the others were doing. I was shaking like a leaf, from excitement or nerves I do not know. The cafeteria’s floor was cold beneath my feet and the wind was whistling outside the glass doors. A woman in a white outfit, that looked like pajamas, with a black belt around her waist came over to me and showed me what we were doing. After that first day, I begged my mum to let me join the martial arts school. The next day, I went…

Family Ties- “A Pair of Tickets” There are so many different cultures around the world which makes up the very core of who we are as individuals. From the way we speak, dress, our religion and to the food we eat are just a few examples. At times, we can lose our sense of heritage of who we are from the relationships with have with our parents. A disagreement or being embarrassed by our parents can cause someone to totally disconnect themselves from one’s own heritage. In Amy Tan’s short story…

The two articles Agonism in the Acadamy Suriving Higher Learning’s Argument Cluture by Deborah Tannen and The Better for My Foes The role of Opposition by Elouise Bell are both well writien articles. They both have very diffrent views but at the same time have some similaritys. One thing that I noticed when reading that they both talk about heated debate/ agurmnet. When i see those two words togther i think they are similar, as they both result insomething that you are talking about with…

My experience at Balfour Collegiate in Regina, Saskatchewan began much like others. In grade nine I wanted nothing more but to be accepted. I was sincerely lucky in the case that Balfour was one of the smaller schools in Regina, so within time I found my place. How I found my place was involving myself. At the grade nine open house almost every other student stressed, “Get involved! It’s the best way meet people and find your place!” This statement was so true. I never particularly new who I was…