Skytrain Stories IV

The lady double-checked her luggages. The doors opened, and she sat inside. While she was sitting and thinking about her destination, the Skytrain had a bump. The citizens inside screamed, but the woman was still deep in thought. Suddenly, the train sloped forward. Again, everyone screamed. But the woman was now attentive. Surprisingly, she was so not surprised, she told the old woman knitting beside her, that bad things often happen to her, and the people around her. The old woman was so scared, and tried to move away, but slipped, and fell down the sloping end of the Skytrain. The woman heaved a sigh. Another crash appeared, and this time, all the woman heard was people dropping down in a faint. But she was getting a little worried. Sure, her bad luck have gotten people and herself in danger, but never in actual danger. Unfortunately, the old woman had sat herself down and told everyone about the young woman’s luck. Obviously, they moved away. Obviously, the doors opened and the people who tried to move away from her fell to their death, including Mrs. Annoying Elder. The doors closed, and she was safe. Now the woman was panicking, breaking a very important rule, DO NOT EVER PANIC NO MATTER THE SITUATION, OH WHAT THE HECK.
Finally, they felt a tumbling sensation. And some dizzy people opened up the window/door and desperately jumped out, and you probably know what happened. At last the woman was alone. The train split into four pieces, and smashed to the ground. The bad luck has won.
THE END

About Best Friends and Life

Gloria is writing ‘Best Friends’ on her blog, and the story is really strange. Each part doesn’t connect to each other, and although the word variation and stuff like that are dull, it is a interesting story. I think. And I can’t really continue Life yet, and I’ll sort of tell you my draft title: Danger in a Tube or something less weird. Yeah. That’s about it. Oh, and Fertancy moved. :.  ‘. . . .o
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Christmas

This is very late to tell you guys this( my Christmas). But who cares.
I started that morning and , again, found Barbies inside. Yay. Then we dressed, and we ate( we went to church the day before), and we finally opened our presents. I got a robotic duck which I built already, and a car making kit which I haven’t built yet. And we got delicious dinner( American style). That’s all I can remember. -see ya!

Life Tips about Life I

What kind of perspective do you have about life? What is the meaning of ‘life’? Okay, not so literally, but what does it represent? I think life is a chance to see God’s gift, his ‘world’. And some people have shorter lives because they had a good life, so God makes a space for more different people, or people that need a second chance in life because they have a shorter one earlier, and so on. So maybe God has a book; a guestbook, a mortality book, name book, whatever. And when people get second chances, I mean they get to be a different person, so they become geniuses(e.g. Albert Einstein; maybe a guy who was born millions of times so he knows life! Or maybe he is a very smart kid at school right now!) My mom says that to make the most of each day, but what with the thing that the person who says it ruins your perfectly good mood(no offense, mom). Alright, more in part II. And I will tell you about my Christmas soon. -see ya

2011 Resolutions

HI GUYS!!!! Sorry. Anyway, here are my late resolutions:
1. Eat more controllably.
2. Be nice to Gloria.
3. Help mom out more more (or dad)
4. Be unique at home or school.
5. Don’t be shy.
6. Keep the resolutions.
7. Not forget to write my blog.
8. Be less psycho.
9. Be daring.
10. Clean room once each month.
11. Complete list and smile!!!
12. Learn to write with left hand (like a 3rd grader)

Whew. Okay, see ya!!!

Some Crazy Questions

This might be offensive, and makes people think a kid like me shouldn’t ask these questions, and I should be a innocent child. I also hate the word “child”. Okay, these are the offending questions:
1. If Jesus was the Lord, did the Lord feel pain when Jesus did??
2. If God loves us so much, why does he let us suffer? To learn, I know, but does he really love us??
3. God made the world, but could he’ve ,made the world earlier or later, since he was there forever??
4. How was God made? Was he a baby??
5. How can Science/History Bible study mix? Or are they like oil and water; they cannot mix??
And now for the baking soda(as in, baking soda and vinegar.  .  .  .)big bomb question:
Why should people believe in a God they never saw?
The explanation to the question is that I have seen statues of Buddha and others, but never actually seen one of God. I have seen statues of Jesus, but that is a tad bit different.
Okay, this is all for now!

Favourite Children’s Stories from China & Tibet

Before I begin, HAPPY NEW YEAR!!
OK, book reports are also in book reviews now. That’s all.
Introduction: The title is the title up there, and the title of one of the many stories in it is here: Chinese Cinderella(West China). This is a treasury of stories from China and Tibet; I suppose they have been modified as children stories to put into the treasury.

Characters: The chief, the stepmother, the stepsister, the girl, the king, and the fish.

Summary:
There was a chief who had a beautiful, clever daughter. Her mother had died earlier, and the new stepmother hated her. But the daughter met a red fish and she gave it food, and they became friends. The stepmother tried to see the fish but she couldn’t and killed it. when the girl realized that the bones of the fish could make any wish come true, she used it and got most of what she wanted, including a blue gown and golden slippers to wear to the festival. When her stepsister and stepmother realized she was there, she ran home, losing a slipper, and soon, the King found the shoes owner, and the girl and the King married, and she brought the bones of the fish. The greedy King found out the secret of the bones, used it, and lost the treasure all together.

My Opinion: It is a very interesting story, but it is sort of plain for a Chinese legend, so I give this story 3 1/2 out of 5 stars.

OTHER STUFF: I would recommend it for a project(The book and the story)
The Lesson: Nothing obvious; I think it is not to be greedy(like the King), and keep up the good work, good will be with you soon(like the girl).
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Cool Stuff and Stories

Okay, I’m finally done my Paradise story. And on the 19th(of December) I got earrings. YAY. I guess. Gloria also got them, and she learned a lesson. People say they don’t hurt, but, yeah, they do! And it’s winter vacation. As usual, I’m bored. There’s nothing to do, that’s why(I was specific!!!). Plus, almost everyone here is sick. I get the sniffles in the winter and I’m not sick and yes, it is gross. Okay. There is a lot of presents under our tree. A lot for our family. Hmmmmmm (deep sigh).

For more stories: I will write another story soon. I think that it will have a lot of sensivity and feeling and inferring for the reading people. All done. Okay. Will write tomorrow or so!

Paradise Love (17)

Anella finally stopped her writing, and actually looked her work over, read it all. It is okay, she thought. But a horrid thought struck her mind. Ulysses:what was going to happen to him and the other characters? Holding her papers to her chest, she mumbled to herself while running to where Ulysses lived. She opened the unlocked door(?), and saw that it was vacant. She went all around the house. No one. Up the ladder to the attica; still no one. Scared, she left the house. When she left, Ulysses came out of the shack, and chased after her. In a faery-tale way, through their selfless minds, they agreed to marry(In real life, Grace thinks this is truly weird). And they did. It seemed that if they were together in a form, the characters would, well, stay.

THE END

P.S. Watch for more; maybe there will be more. Maybe.

Paradise (16)

Eloise wished for many, many, many items and well, wishes. A few of them were: it was very mature of her to think of marrying(she told her sister and her sister just about got sick), hoping that her adventure with the mancers were kept forever, and a unicolourn(a multi-coloured unicorn). She secretly wanted to find out what had happened to Rednaxela. It was brave of him to say that during the war of flowers, and she hoped he wouldn’t get into trouble. So she told Ulysses that, and ran to the far side of SpringParadise.

Along the path(neatly and newly paved with dried chrysanthemum), she saw a group of mancers struggling to hold up a huge box. They, to her human ears, were shouting something like ‘Xela Jean’(Jean pronounced the French way). Eloise dashed behind a girgous tree, sat down, and translated. ‘Jean’ meant ‘gone with’, and ‘Xela’ was the rude way of saying someones name(specifically, Rednaxela…). Eloise knew what the mancers were doing. Luckily, they dropped the box and ran to the mushroom huts. She carefully crept towards the box. You could never be too careful near the mancers. She opened it, and.  .  .in the box was a young boy. He looked up sheepishly, as if he expected Eloise there. He mumbled something like ‘Hi’, but you couldn’t possible tell. Eloise roughly grabbed the back of his collar and tugged him to their home. Eloise normally wasn’t this mean, but she was so stunned that she did so. When she got home, she spoke to the boy. He said his name was Alexander, and that he was accidentally caught in the spell to transform the mancers to pretty young ladies. Eloise was bewildered. But she sent him back to his parents, and she remembered something: when a new mancer appeared, they are to say their name backwards until they get a mancer name. It all made sense.

TO BE CONTINUED.  .  .  .  .  .