PW#5 Thailand

Over the winter break, I went on a three-week trip to Thailand where I got to learn about the culture and participate in activities I never imagined. One of those activities was going to see elephants and being about to feed and brush them. This was an amazing experience, it’s something I never thought would happen. I got to learn all about elephants how they eat how they live and so much more! Over the three weeks, I travelled all over Thailand, I first stayed out in Chang Mai for 1 night and early morning we took a road trip to Pai which was amazing I loved Pai it was more of the countryside of Thailand and it was so pretty. We went to Chang Dao, Phuket, Koh Samui and Phi Phi Island. my favourite place out of the whole trip was Koh Samui Pig Island. Pig Island is a small island owned by a couple where around 50 pigs roam including babies! there were also about 25 puppies that were so cute you could just pick them up and snuggle with them. The beaches in Thailand were unimaginable whenever we were at the resort I was always at the beach snorkelling, sun tanning, or reading I never wanted to leave. I loved the clear blue water and all the tropical fish you could see. My grandpa, my stepdad and I went on a private fishing tour and I caught a pink fish! I was so overjoyed, I’ve never seen such a pretty fish it looked unreal. I loved the night markets it was such an experience ti see the culture, to see all the different types of jewelry, fashion and the amazing food! everyone in the markets would sent up their station in the middle of the day and would sell their stuff from 6 pm -around 3 am. The people there were seriously the sweetest always smiling at you saying สวัสดี which means hello. I’m so beyond grateful I got to have such an experience!


The book I’ve just finished reading was Heart Bone by Colleen Hoover, it’s a novel about a young woman named Beyah who spends a summer with her estranged father at his beach house. There, she meets Samson, and the two of them develop a strong bond as they navigate their complicated pasts. The novel is a heartwarming story about love, family, and redemption.

“It’s weird how your whole life can completely change in the hours between waking up and going to bed.”

This quote stood out to me as it’s so important to live in the now and always be grateful and express that in the moment as you never know what could happen. This quote represents Beyah’s mom dying from an overdose and her having to move to her dad’s house whom she barely knew. something I’ve always stood by was saying I love you to the people I care about every night and never going to bed mad or in a fight with someone I cared about as you never know what could happen.

Personal writing – Baking

Baking is something I’ve always loved doing since I was little. Ever since I first stepped into the kitchen, I’ve been hooked on experimenting with different recipes and things by immersing myself in the world of baking different things. It’s become a significant part of my routine, measuring ingredients, looking up different recipes, and trying out new ways to bake and cook.

I remember when the quarantine started I started to bake lots of things by myself and with my sister and it was a good hobby when I wanted to do something entertaining.


Personal Writing #5

In my personal response writing I will talk about ice skating.

When you glide on the ice, it’s like if you were flying. You’re in your own world, and it’s just you, the ice, and the music. It feels so free! And the way you can do all those spins and jumps with a lot of elegance and precision, it’s seriously impressive.

Now we should talk about the outfits because they’re amazing. They’re always so beautiful and sparkly. It’s like you’re a princess on ice. But, it’s not just about the glitter and glam. Ice skating takes a lot of hard work and dedication. You have to be strong, both physically and mentally. Falling is part of the process, but you just have to pick yourself up and keep going. It’s also a great way to hang out with friends. Whether you’re just skating around for fun or practicing for a competition, it’s always more fun when you’re with your friends.

Memories – PW #5

In a small, bustling city, far from the rolling hills of her childhood, lived a girl named Amara. With each passing day, she yearned for the familiar sights and sounds of her old home, the scent of her mother’s cooking, and the cozy warmth of her bed. Memories of laughter-filled evenings and the comfort of her family’s presence haunted her. But as the seasons changed, so did Amara. With resilience in her heart and determination in her eyes, she embarked on a journey to create a new home, carrying the love and cherished memories of her past as she embraced the unknown.

PW#5 -Love

This feeling that I had never had before, crying for a girl just before bed. Friends’ helping us to be together.

Recently, I had a new understanding of love. It’s not from my family but I enjoy it so much with this girl which I had barely talked with, has become one of the most important people of my life. I had never stayed up so late just to chat with a girl, I had never been with my friends only talking about her, I had never cried for a girl, I had never confessed to a girl. When everything seemed impossible I did it. This girl that I treasured is now who I adore.

I adore this girl and I don’t really care about how people think of us, we just need to be who we are and be with each other and we’re happy enough to live.  I know that it might seem weird or bad to be in love when you are in school but because of her cleverness she helped me improved, as we would study together talk about everything together, knowing how each other’s day went. And I enjoy it A LOT. Even though it’s the first time for the both of us, we enjoy it and love each other.

PW #5 – Cold to Me

As a Canadien people often make jokes about “us” being used to the cold, and that we go snow diving in our ginch. Zoomed in from “Canadien” to “Metchosonite” I have never experienced a “true cold winter” compared to other provinces in Canada. The coldest winter I’v experienced is maybe -6 or -7 (with windchill), that is until this winter. With Arctic outflow it’s gone as low as -19/20 (with windchill), and I’m freezing.

Don’t judge a book by its cover. Don’t judge a Canadien by their province.

IRJE #4 “It Starts With Us”

The most recent book I read was “It Starts With Us” by Coleen Hoover. It is the prequel to “It Ends With Us”, the fiction series is about navigating domestic violence and relationships surrounded by it.

Words don’t come with gift receipts and you can’t take them back.

This quotes really speaks to me because, as many kids are told, I have always been told by my parents: “Think about what your going to say, before you say it. Your words can either be hurtful or helpful”. I have carried this advice with me for almost 16 years and I continue to use it daily. This is because both these quotes are extremely true. Words are one of the biggest impacts on modern day society and have been since the beginning of time, this is why I believe everyone should think about what they are saying, before it leaves their mouth.

PW #5 Mexico in a poem

In Mexico’s embrace, the sun’s fiery kiss,

Desert landscapes echo tales of bliss.

Ancient pyramids rise with silent might,

Whispers of history dance in the night.

Mariachi melodies, guitars strummed with glee,

Vibrant colors adorn each jubilant spree.

From Chiapas to Chihuahua, a diverse song,

Mountains and beaches where dreams belong.

Tequila sunsets paint the western sky,

A symphony of cultures, a nation’s lullaby.

PW #5: Lethally in Love – A colder shiver

Persephone was only going to be out of the underworld for a few days as a gift from hades so she could see her friends and family. Cyane rolled her eyes as she shivered at the thought. Who was Hades to think he could grant her such trivial freedom as if she were a dog on a leash? And to a powerful goddess no less!? Someone who could take care of herself better than anyone Cyane knew. Her cheeks grew red at the thought of Persephone. NO! Cyane shook the thought of her out of her head as if she believed she would never think of her again. Never again. No one would ever treat her like that again. Again she shivered with emotion, goose bumps spreading along her arms and legs. Ironically the sudden appearance of Persephone had left her feeling colder among the summer waves of the sun. But regardless she didn’t intend on running into Persephone again while she was still in the overworld. I don’t think she could handle another encounter with Persephone. She thought as she wandered on the riverbank. The moss on the floor was cool on her feet and the shade felt lighter on her skin, almost like a shield from the gods where they couldn’t see her cry. She decided to take a break from her walk in a pothole of the river, shaded by the long oak trees. The cold shock of the water slowly enveloping her hair and body as her long hair became lighter in the water. The water felt surprisingly colder than her usually spot of warm sunlit water. At least no one would be here to bother her.

After a moment Cyane began hear the faint whisper of voices in the distance, masked by the low rush of the river. Well that was the end of her peace and quiet. But despite her annoyance at the untimely interruption, her curiosity drew her closer to the rising voices. As Cyane swam closer, keeping her head close to the water as she quietly swam her way through the water to get a closer look. Suddenly a stroke of huge black wings behind the foliage of the forest floor took her attention. “Your promised time is up Princess Its time for you to return or so help me i will resort to other methods!” A strained deep voice whispered harshly. “Leave me be” another voice whispered louder, her voice slightly clamored by the rush or the river. “I promise I will return but I really must let my mother know I am fine so let me g-“. “NO” the deep voice interjected louder “I told you yesterday that today was the last day so there can be no more delays” he said in a quieter voice. There was a notable silence that made Cyane uncomfortable. Did they leave? Was that person okay? Her curiosity grew only to be interrupted by a quiet yell. “no”. “WHAT DID YOU SAY” The deeper voice erupted as another flare of black wings sent the birds above flying. “I said NO!!” the other voice shot back “I am your queen now you must treat me as so!”. The deeper voice cackle loudly, a rude sound to hear. “Listen princess you may be his ‘queen’ but your sweet ass can forget about ever having a shred my respect”. Cyane’s drama driven brain was so caught out in the dialogue. Who were these people?! Even the way they spoke made her think these voices weren’t even mortals. Maybe they were some minor gods or goddesses. Or maybe a fellow nymph, however most river nymphs and dryads lived closer to Olympus do it was unl- “AUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH” Cyane screamed in pain. She was bitten! Cyane splasher around to find the villain who so viciously bit her finger. “Aughhhh you are So DEAD” She screamed at the water.

The voices became quiet and suddenly the only thing she could hear was the rush of the water. “Who was that?” The deeper voice slithered, reminding Cyane of Daphne. Okay Cyane thought What the hell. Not wanting to get sucked into the drama Cyane stayed quiet, lowering her head deeper into the water. Maybe if she didn’t attract attention as stayed quiet maybe they would overlook her. ” Whatever you’re coming with me NOW” the deep voice hissed. Oh no!                     “WAIT!’ Cyane screamed, a different register of voice seeping into hers. What am I doing? Her arms pulled herself out of the cold water as her long hair stuck to her body heavily. As if automatically she slowly walked toward the voices her toes quietly making their way towards them. It was almost as if a surge of confidence and what felt like a subtle anger swept over her. As she turned around a tree to see the face to the wings, her hand traced over the bark of the tree. “Well well Thanatos you have some nerve to talk to a lady like that” the eerie voice slithered out of Cyane.

about me – PW #5

my name is Fernanda Pérez . I am 15 years old and I am from Guadalajara Mexico.

Both of my parents are from Mexico, my dad is from Guadalajara, and my mom is from Culiacán. i have two little siblings, my brother Paulo, who is 14 years old, and my sister Carolina who is 12 years old. I also have a dog named Chuwi, he is a Labrador. I have lived most of my life in Guadalajara except from when I was 6 years old and move to Mexico city, i had a wonderful time there but after 4 years it was time to come back to Guadalajara.

I like to play soccer, hang out with my friends, go to parties, watch movies, and to eat delicious food! I also love to travel and to go to the beach.



P. W. #5: My Holidays

This holiday was extraordinary. From the first day I arrived, my two older sisters, and my parents received me at the airport at seven o’clock with so many balloons. I thought I was gonna fly like in the movie Up.

The next day, my dad organized a surprise party to welcome me. He brought a stand of tacos to the house and mariachis, it was a very pleasant surprise. That same night one of my best friends, Valeria, came into my house to bring me flowers, and we head out to a party, with both of my sisters, their boyfriends, which to be honest are like my brothers, and two of my closest friends, Vale and Vickychela. Vicky invited all of us to continue partying in another place with her, but it was late and we had to go back home.

On the 3rd day, I drove to Chapala, for family work, and Tlaquepaque for a posada, it was a really tiring day. On The 4th day Paola, another friend, came by surprise to say hi, and gave me a card and a Christmas present, I started to cry. I just considered myself so lucky to have such nice friends.

That week, I went to Tequila too! It was so fun to drive there, we arrived and ate something and went back to Guadalajara, and suddenly it was Christmas and Ines’s birthday, all of us celebrated her so much! The next day one of my friends invited me and my whole family to ride horses, we ate at my favorite restaurant, and I saw my junior high school besties at Dany’s birthday dinner.

On the last day in Guadalajara, my friends asked me what I wanted to do before I went back to Canada, so they took me to the zoo! All of a sudden 2023 was gone… and even though it was hard, I packed my things to go to Puerto Vallarta, where I would grab my plane to arrive here. We stayed there four days, where my parents only pampered me and made me feel so loved.

It was time to come back, even though I wasn’t that excited. I said goodbye to my family and all of them started crying, magically I didn’t, but what I didn’t know was, that once on the plane, when I was trying to grab some gum, I saw a cute pink notebook, with letters of my mom, dad and both of my sisters. I wouldn’t say this was my favorite Christmas, but this easily makes the top 10!

PW #5 – It’s Cold

I wrapped a scarf around my neck and swiftly pulled it tight to fit snugly. After struggling momentarily with putting on my gloves, I shoved a light blue hat with a giant pom-pom onto my head. I yelled a lazy farewell to my father as I shut our heavy wooden door; it closed with a loud squeak from the rusty, worn hinges. I walked down the small concrete pathway that led to the road. My snow boots crashed onto the layer of ice, trying to grip on with all their might. But alas, on my third step from the wooden front door, the grip of my boot let go, and my skills in falling were my only defense left to rescue me from injury. I crashed onto my back, narrowly avoiding cracking my head open. As I sat on the icy-covered concrete, I contemplated why I lived in Canada. Finally, I got back, groaning, of course, as my back had struck the concrete with an unexpected amount of force. After such an experience, I felt no desire to continue residing outside. Promptly, I reopened the front door and decided the inside was better for me. I took off my copious layers of gloves, hats, socks, and sweaters to go complain to my dad as to why we did not live in a warmer country.

PW#5 Obro

Three very powerful monks adopted a very small and peculiar puppy. This puppy had black fur and two itty bitty horns on its head. The puppy was given the name Obro and the monks used their mystical powers to teach Obro how to speak and think like them. Obro stayed with the monks for days, and those days turned into weeks, and those weeks into years. Suddenly Obro found himself as a teen and started to question the ways of the monks. For example, once a year the monks would enter a glowing white door and commanded Obro to wait for them until they returned the next day. Obro decided to ask the monks what was behind the glowing white door “What is behind the glowing white door?” he said. The monks stared and him in silence until all three of them simultaneously answered “We cannot tell you, for you are not a monk”. Obro then asked them how to become a monk and the three laughed and chanted “TO BECOME A MONK YOU MUST COUNT EVERY GRAIN OF SAND AND EVERY BLADE OF GRASS IN THE WORLD”. Obro was shocked with disbelief but then again he had nothing better to do and so he learned a mystical spell to make him live longer and then set off. 100 years later Obro returned to the monks and told them the his answer. “Very good, that is correct, follow us” the monks were pleased and led Obro to the door. When Obro saw what was inside, every question that he had ever had was answered, he could never have imagined something like this could exist, he was in awe. Now, would you like to know what was behind that white door? I cannot tell you for you are not a monk.

About me – PW #5

Hello or as some people in my federal state say “Moin” everybody,

I’m Annabelle 16 years old from Hamburg, Germany.

Both my parents are German but used to work in HongKong, therefor I was born in HongKong, but I grew up in Germany. I live in an apartment with my Mother, near my school and the biggest mall in Hamburg. I have two bunnies and a dog at my fathers. I play Golf and Tennis, sometimes with my friends and sometimes with my Mother. In my free time I like to go shopping with my friends or do other activities, like going to the ballet, musical or just going out.   I love to just sit in a Restaurant or Cafe with friend enjoying the afternoon/night. Hamburg is a harbour city, therefore has a mediterran flair and one popular place to go in Sommer ist the harbour beach and the attached restaurant called Strandperle. I like to Travel and getting to know new cultures.

There is not much more to tell about me, but feel free to ask if you have any questions or want to know something.

(A little side not because the topic is poetry, my school was actually named after a fames poet, his name was Heinrich Heine)

PW #5 “I love being cold”

Ever since I remember I have hate hot weather. When I was little I decided that I didn’t like hot weather at all and all this because there are so many cons that the hot weather comes with, for example, extreme temperatures and that makes people being in a bad mood. I also don’t like the beach that much, I prefer mountains or cities instead and they are cooler. I hate the felling of the sun in my skin, I hate sweating, I hate the felling of stickiness on my arms for using sunscreen, I don’t like at all hot weather or anything related to being hot. I mean, who really likes feeling hot?, who likes to sweat? that’s super disgusting and in my personal opinion cold is so much better than hot. Cold weather is better because you can do so much activities like skiing, snowboarding, ice skating in a real frozen lake, hiking, etc, things that of course you can’t do in hot weather and I know it also has fun things but you can just put on a jacket and a scarf and forget about cold, instead of being sweaty and in a bad mood all day long. To conclude, cold is three thousand times better that hot.

About me – #5

My name is Julieta Piña and I was born in Buenos Aires, Argentina. At the age of six I moved to Mexico with my family. I went to San Roberto International school until 9th grade and then continued my studies at Tec Santa Catarina. I like to hang out with friends and family, my favorite color is green, I love food and to travel. I came to Brookes West Shore for 6 months as an exchange student.

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓐 𝓢𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼 – 𝓟𝓦#5

𝚄𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚍,
𝙱𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚗’𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚐𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚍.
𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛,
𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜, 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚎

𝙰𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚙𝚜𝚎𝚜, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚍,
𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚍.
𝙵𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛,
𝚈𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙸 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗-𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛.

𝙾𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝,
𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝.
𝚃𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚡𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗, 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚗.
𝙰𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜, 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚎

𝙰𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚣𝚎𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜,
𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜,
𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚛’𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚜, 𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚍.
𝙾𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍, 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚡𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚍.
𝚄𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗,
𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗
𝙻𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚗𝚘 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚎.

PW #5: At Camp

When I first stamped out of my car into the drenched dirt outside the dripping timber camp lodge, I never expected I would be shaking hands with a murderer that very night.

After a grueling five-hour drive past kilometers of damp forests and soggy clouds, I was relieved to finally arrive. I had been looking forward to this camping trip for months, as an escape from the staleness of my room and a fun hiking holiday in the mountains up island. I’d been to the camp the last year and the year before, and I considered myself pretty prepared for anything that might arise. I’d even come within sight of a bear last time – though it was technically on the other side of the lake. (I still prefer to see it as a dangerous and risky encounter.)

Once I’d hurled my backpack amongst the pile under a small, covered area on the gravel outside the camp kitchens and we’d sat down on little wooden stumps, we got to ice breakers. There were only five other campers, all new, and all other girls around my age. That was rather unusual. I’d never been in a camp that didn’t have a mix of kids, and I typically recognized at least one of them, but not this time.

The guide cleared her throat. Her name was Mikaela, but everyone called her Mike, and she was a young dirty blonde-haired woman with a grey windbreaker who was there every year I’d been.

“We’ll start by each naming a fun fact about ourselves,” Mike encouraged.

I hate that question. Immediately, every potentially interesting part about me flies out of my head. Maybe something about what I last ate? No, not really personal. How many teeth I have? No, not quite ideal.

A straw-haired girl, tall and splotched with freckles, started off the circle.


To be continued..

PW#5 – Thanks, Canada.

The feeling of being lost always overwhelms. While walking through the corridors, thoughts of giving up came to your mind. It was the first time you were away from home.  “Imagine being on your own”, you thought. You stood up and walked towards the classroom where the beginning of something amazing awaited for you. You sat down and opened your computer, sitting next to you was a girl with bright blonde hair. She offered you some sweets. Her kindness made you feel a lot better, meeting her was like finding sunlight in the middle of a storm. Without thinking it twice you asked, “Hey, can I hang out with you?”

That day, the school planned an event. You walked outside the classroom with your new friend and then, you met them. A tall girl with gorgeous green eyes; another with incredible dark wavy hair; one more with shiny dark red hair; someone with asian features and one who loves unique earrings.

You all walked to the court where the event was taking place. The girl with green eyes was in the same house as you. She was really nice, and curious about the country you grew up in. You talked a lot and time passed really quick. After playing games for a long time, you two walked towards your group of friends. You sat down to rest for a little bit and the girl with unique earrings approached you. You started talking, and you told her you were a boarding student from Mexico City. As soon as you stopped talking, she asked the question that would be the beginning of everything: “Entonces, ¿hablas español?” (So, do you speak Spanish?). Finding someone in an English speaking country who speaks your mother tongue always makes you feel happy and relieved. She said you were the first person she met of her age who spoke Spanish. You both talked for a long time about a lot of stuff. Maybe the two of you were really excited.

A few months passed, December arrived and the time to go back home too. You made tons of good memories with your friends. You lived happy, sad and beautiful moments together. It was then that you realized, you were never destined to be alone. You just had to wait for the right people to come into your life.

Guess the only thing left to say is

Thanks, Canada.

PW#5 – It’s Raining Cats and Dogs and Cabbage

Gerald looked up at the dark clouds forming on the horizon. With one shaky hand, he clutched a cup that read “World’s Best Door Hinge Manufacturer”, and took a tentative sip of his tea. A big storm was coming, he could feel it. It would be raining cats and dogs soon, and he needed to start preparing the nets. It was nearing the end of Sumbar, and with any luck they would be able to secure enough food for the coming Winbar, if they worked quickly. He hobbled out the door and into the street, a few people were milling about and watching the sky. Minsey, his labrador retriever, bounded after him, or at least, as well as a three legged dog could bound. He found her during the previous storm -the carrot storm of ’76- and felt sorry enough for the poor creature that he decided to give her a home.

As they began the lengthy process of stringing up the large, tightly woven nets above every house and road, the first few clouds began to release their baggage. First was a pomeranian -“SPLAT!”-, next a chihuahua and a siamese -“SMACK!”-, and soon the storm was upon them. They needed to work faster. The nets were already filling up; cats and dogs screaming and whining as they tumbled through the air. One unlucky shih tzu bounced off the net Ms. Darney had strung up above her house, and landed with a splash in her pool; bobbing up to the surface after a few seconds and letting itself be retrieved by a very irritated Mr. Darney and his pool skimmer. Most citizens of Martwan had Mr. Darney’s reaction to the yearly produce storms, as a frustrating -but in the end necessary- part of the survival of the town, and the country of Alkept.

No one really knew what caused the storms, although there were many theories that circulated, ranging from benevolent gods to wormholes. Either way, the storms are the main source of income for the country, as a lot of the produce can be exported. The first wave of the storm began to sputter out, and as the dark clouds shed their last few animals, something new began to fall.

“Cabbages!” Ms. Hamkettle proclaimed -as the head of the Toastmaster club in town, she was well versed in making bold announcements before handing the stage over to someone more capable- while she peered through the binoculars she used for such occasions.

Cheers of joy echoed through the small crowd that was forming, and people began opening up their poculumbrellas.¹ Little Billy Hamkettle and the other neighbourhood children began using a cabbage as a soccer ball, but were soon ushered indoors after Emma Crocksocket, who was distracted by the game, got hit in the head by one of the falling cabbages and subsequently fell backwards, landing on a border collie.

As the storm slowly tapered out, people began hurriedly picking through the cabbages and choosing the best ones to take home. The nets were left up, letting the government vehicles later collect the leftovers to sell on the market. It was good system, Gerald thought, as he watched the large trucks haul the full nets into their semi-trailers. He took a half-hearted bite of his sautéed garlic cabbage² and as his mind wandered, a thought began to form. Gerald stopped chewing, and it suddenly struck him how important this particular thought was. He had done it; he had figured out what caused the storms. Before Gerald could even look around for a pen to write it down, a coconut came flying out of nowhere and smashed into the back of his head, killing him instantly. Somewhere, in the middle of nowhere, an incomprehensible entity let out a sigh of relief. No one should be able to figure it out that easily, after all.

¹A popular device that resembled an inverted umbrella, and served the purpose of catching produce while also protecting the user. The creator, Steven Marscum, was the third cousin of one of Gerald’s friend’s coworker; a fact that Gerold would tell to anyone who made the grave mistake of attending one of his monthly Norhtern-Martwan Communitee Betterment Cocktail Parties (or NMCBCP events as Gerold would lovingly refer to them).

²Which, ironically, didn’t contain any garlic. Gerald had run out recently, so he decided to replace it with cloves. He’d learned a valuable lesson about spice combinations that day.

Thank you to Hanli who gave me the prompts “cat” and “cabbage”.

PW#5- The Second Home (Pt.1)

The smell of that fresh breeze blows onto my face as I walk through the door. The scenery of the crystal clear water and the sound of the waves washing onto shore. Bringing me the childhood memories I have. As I explored the new home there was something that shook me. There was a body a dead body on the ground. I scream as loud as I can and it seems like no one can hear me. I sprinted to the door and tried to open it but the door didn’t budge to open at all. It felt like it had been locked from outside or someone might glued it shut. As I tried many countless ways to take the door down it still looked perfectly normal. So I just gave up. As I walked towards the body I saw that the body’s eyes had been opened. It gave me goosebumps. All of a sudden, I heard random noises like cracking and the stove turned on by itself. As I looked around everything seemed fine until I looked down at the body. The body isn’t there anymore there is only the blood. On the floor there a bloody handwriting. Which said…

Food Favorites Personal Writing #5

I love pizza. it’s like a flavor party! Crunchy crust with yummy toppings, each slice is a tasty masterpiece. Whether it’s classic cheese or something exotic, pizza makes me smile with every bite.

Sushi is another fave. Fresh fish, rice, and seaweed dance together in my mouth. It’s like a mini trip to Japan, where time slows down, and all I taste is pure deliciousness.

Let’s not forget chocolate! Whether it’s a dark truffle or a gooey brownie, every bite is a celebration. It’s like a tiny escape to a world of sweetness and joy.

These foods are like experiences in my life, bringing joy and memories with every taste. They’re the simple pleasures that make my world delicious.

PW#5 – Golden


Some forgotten place in the back of our minds,

Like a gem lost in a pit of gravel,

Or the light at the end of a tunnel.

Laughing with friends,

Climbing trees with delicate hands.

Running through the grasses,

Biking through the woods.

Innocent faces radiating joy,

Let your imagination take ahold.

Serenity, tranquility, bliss.

If only one could revisit these memories,

But all one can do is wish.

My Amazing Winter Break

Since the moment I stepped on the airplane I knew this break was going to be more special than the others. On the airplane I was seated with two really good friends so the five hours went rushing. Hours later I arrived to Mazatlan! I was walking in the airport and I saw this amazing blonde boy walking by, I immediately felt this energy inside me that I had never felt before. That was the last time I saw him, or well, for now… All my family members and friends were waiting for my arrivance. Everything was still the same as how I left, the blue ocean the summer briss, and smiles everywhere. I for sure missed this place. One day I was walking by the ocean bay and stamped myself in the same blonde boy from the airport! This incredible connection went into my heart, We talked for hours and hours and for sure started a new chapter in my life.

PW #5 – View from my window

Through the window, three objects are visible. The first building is a music store with everything you could possibly desire. Typically, you could hear them doing a little concert for customers on the weekends. Before this store had been built, the entire street and the large mountain in the distance were visible. The neighbor’s house is the second item you would see when looking out my window. It’s interesting to watch them because they always watch films and BBQ around the fire. And lastly, there is a Chinese restaurant directly across the road, and the food they serve is the best Chinese food I have tried so far.

PW #5 – In a room filled with everyone you have ever met in your life

Who would you run to first in a room filled with everyone you’ve ever met in your life? This is a question I was recently asked and now cannot stop thinking about.

If I was in a room filled with everyone I have ever met in my life I would run to my Grandma Hope first. I was a baby, just 2 years old, when she passed away. Although I am not able to remember her touch, she met me, she held me in her warm and loving embrace. My mother and father and everyone who met her says she was a beautiful woman, inside and out. She was an interior designer – a trait that I inherited. She loved indigenous art. Many of the pieces she bought are in my house right now. She also loved windchimes. We have 2 from her. One in my room, and one outside. A few years ago, I had asked my father about Grandma Hope and he told me many wonderful things about her; how much she loved me, how kind she was, her devotion, and her smile. Before my dad kissed me goodnight, the windchime in my room jingled softly. I do not know what happens after one passes away, or how much they are able to interact with the living, but I do know this was a message from her. A message saying that even though I never met her, she met me. And she loved me.


PW#5 – The First Snow Fall

The air was crisp, carrying a sense of anticipation that couldn’t be shaken. The sky, once a canvas of muted greys, now transformed into a tapestry of white. The cold snaked around many onlookers, but still, they waited with bated breath. The ground prepared for the lush blankets of snow that were soon to paint the world white. The earth held its breath, patiently awaiting the first snowfall. As the first flakes descended, they pirouetted, caught in a silent ballet. Intricate snowflakes swept the skies with the magic of winter. The trees, once skeletal figures from the autumn months, slowly came back alive, adorned with glittering crystals and powder snow.

The first snowfall was not just a change in weather; it was a shift in perspective. Where people once complained of the cold, they now lay, enjoying the serenity that the weather provided. Hats, mitts, and coats were adorned, and soon the streets were filled with children’s laughter and the smiles of onlookers.

The winter has never been just a season. It brings joy and delight to most, and it has always had a special place in my heart. In the small neighbourhood I grew up in, the first snowfall was nothing short of a magical spectacle. I remember waking up and rushing to the window to see the blankets of snow layering the ground. The air itself was different, more crisp and clear than ever before.

Bounding up the stairs, I would find my family watching the sky in wonder. We’d laugh, enjoying the simplicity of the moment. Then came the utter excitement. My brother and I would rush back down the stairs, adorn our small boots and jackets, and fight over who got the better mittens. We’d creak open the door and feel the cold chill of the air, but nothing could stop us from running into the white powder that awaited us. He and I would make snow angels, sled down the most dangerous slopes, and enjoy the snow. Then finally came the competition; the fort fight. After hours of building forts and sledding, we’d eventually get tired and retire to the warmth and comfort of our childhood home.

Our mother would have prepared hot chocolate and lit the fireplace, and we would all sit around the warmth that it provided to chase away the bitter chill that had settled under our bones. In the evening, when the sun had fallen beyond the horizon, I would lay in bed and feel an immense sense of gratitude. The first snowfall wasn’t just about the snow; it was a gift, a memory etched in the fabric of my childhood, a reminder that even in the coldest of seasons, warmth and wonder could be found.




PW#5 – Sounds of the Sea

The ocean can be gentle currents,
Which frolic against the shore like a handful of serpents.
It encompasses and dances along the land,
Carving pictures amongst each grain of sand.

The ocean can be frightful torrents,
Sprouted from red hot cores of the ocean floor.
Crashing and booming like a gunshot in the distance,
One can’t help but wonder about its damaging persistence.

The ocean can be tiny whispers,
Drowned by the laughing of the passing sisters.
The ocean air settling on the tongue,
A nostalgic sensation portraying the young.

The ocean can be still as if finally freed,
Yet, reality is only entangled in a reef full of seaweed.
Like ancient sunken gold,
That choke in what was foretold.

It is the most faithful companion I have ever earned,
Only dissipating from the fear to be eventually burned.
Undesirable but loyal, always accompanying me,
Away to the outskirts in spite of the irony.

PW #5 “Trees”

When I was a kid, there was this cool bunch of trees near my house. They were like my secret hideout, a place where I could go with my friends to hang out. Me and my friends used to climb the trees and when on top of the trees would just start talking, feeling as comfortable as ever, we would just talk..

Those trees knew all my childhood secrets. We’d talk about everything with the trees beside us, as if their leaves held some kind of tranquility. In the summer, the shade they threw down was a lifesaver, shielding us from the blazing sun. And when fall came, it was like our own little party with leaves raining down, and us playing with the leaves below that had fell.

I’ve moved out of that neighborhood, but those trees are in my memories. I remember when I fell from one and scraped half of my arm from the elbow to my wrist. Now, I sometimes think about the times when I would have fun with just trees and leaves.

𝐼𝑅𝒥𝐸#𝟦 – 𝒯𝑜𝓁𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓎’𝓈 𝒜𝓃𝓃𝒶 𝒦𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓃𝒾𝓃𝒶

𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚚𝚞𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙻𝚎𝚘 𝚃𝚘𝚕𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚢’𝚜 𝙰𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝙺𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚊, 𝚃𝚘𝚕𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚢 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢’𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚑 𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚠𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜, 𝙰𝚗𝚗𝚊’𝚜, 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚒𝚜𝚖. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚕 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝙰𝚗𝚗𝚊’𝚜 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊’𝚜 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚢.

“𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚗. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚞𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎-𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚢.” (𝙿.𝟷𝟿𝟿)

𝙰𝚗𝚗𝚊’𝚜 “𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚕” 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢 𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝙰𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚑 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚢’𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜. 𝙰𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊’𝚜 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚕 𝚢𝚎𝚝 𝚃𝚘𝚕𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊’𝚜 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. 𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚊’𝚜 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚘𝚕𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚢’𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝-𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚗𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚕 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎.

IRJE#4 – Liath

The Harry Potter book series has been important for many people around the world. Since I was little I read the books in Spanish and watched the movies multiple times, but I have always wanted to read the books in Rowling’s original English. Currently I have just began the third book ‘Prisoner of Azkaban’ and I found a funny section which criticized how in the middle ages everyone was accused and burned for being witches.

Non-magic people (more commonly known as Muggles) were particularly afraid of magic in medieval times, but not very good at recognizing it. On the rare occasion that they did catch a real witch or wizard, burning had no effect whatsoever. The witch or wizards would perform a basic Flame-Freezing Charm and then pretend to shriek with pain while enjoying a gentle, tickling sensation. Indeed, Wendelin the Weird enjoyed being burnt so much that she allowed herself to be caught no fewer than forty-seven times in various disguises. (p. 3)

The way Rowling flipped on its head the way we viewed magic users in the past and that the witches and wizards simply humored the muggles in their attempts to burn them.

IRJE#4: “He’s just a foolish child and you know it!”

In the book of《Black Boy》that was written by Richard Wright, the girl Ella try to tell the story of Bluebeard and His Seven Wives to Richard but his Grandma found them and hysterical to them.

“You stop that, you evil gal!” she shouted. “I want none of that Devil stuff in my house!”

Her voice jarred me so that I gasped. For a moment I didn’t know what was happening.

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Wilson,” Ella stammered, rising. “But he asked me-”

“He’s just a foolish child and you know it!” Granny blazed.

The Grandma showing the disrespect to the poor young lady who’s trying to show her kindness to Richard, and because Richard’s race and cause all the disrespectful behavior from family to the child. This reflect the background of that age was showing their unkind face to all the color races.


The book I was reading is The Seven Husbands Of Evelyn Hugo, is a book that tells the story of a 50s actress with a lot of twists.

“No one is just a victim or a victor. Everyone is somewhere in between. People who go around casting themselves as one or the other are not only kidding themselves, but they’re also painfully unoriginal.”
Taylor Jenkins Reid, The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo

I found this quote very true because there is times in life that you can either lost or win so just saying your one or another is dumb.

IRJE #4 (If he had been with me)

The book I read If he had been with me was a wonderful book with a very sad ending but that left me with a lot of knowledge and lessons on how to appreciate time with the ones you love.

“I can see some of the roses still blooming in my mother´s garden. Brown on the edges and bright in other colors, their petals drooping downward, dying just as their lives have begun.
They stayed past their time, and I´ve realized that I have too.”

This is an authentic and very true quote from the book that I loved because many things seem impossible until you try them out for yourself.

IRJE #4: Do Not Say We Have Nothing

In the book Do Not Say We Have Nothing by Madeleine: the main character Li Ling was older and had her own job in mathematics and was writing her book on it. By this time Ai Ming had left and over the cold hard dance that life had played: Li Lings mother had grown sick. Soon however she received the call from the hospital that she had died. Soon after Li Ling decided to find out more about her father; her mothers death compelling her to find out the blank spaces of her fathers death.\

I came by chance to a small columbarium where, inside, four tiny tea cups and four red chopsticks lay waiting on a sheet of newspaper. Square niches, for holding urns and ashes, were mounted on walls. But some squares were empty (p. 196)

In this quote she described the cemetery in which her father wished to be lay in once his time came. However as she searched and searched she could not find her father among the frames of people among the wall who represented the dead. This could imply the chaos of the time Li Ling was in. Where rather that focusing the honor of the dead, the government of China was more pressed for time on modernizing and industrializing China.

IRJE #4: The Walk Home

My next IRJE is on a book I’m currently reading, Emily of New Moon by L.M. Montgomery. The protagonist Emily is a young girl who is orphaned after her father dies of tuberculosis and is taken to live with two of her aunts. She loves nature, has an active imagination, is quite animated, and adores writing, especially writing poems. Emily also doesn’t properly understand the expectations that her aunts have for her behaviour, which often gets her in trouble with her Aunt Elizabeth.

In the following quotation, Emily describes her walk after mailing a letter at the post office.

“She found the walk home very enjoyable. It was a bland day in early April and spring was looking at you round the corners. The Wind Woman was laughing and whistling over the wet sweet fields; freebooting crows held conferences in the tree tops; little pools of sunshine lay in the mossy hollows; the sea was a blaze of sapphire beyond the golden dunes; the maple’s in Lofty John’s bush were talking about red buds. Everything Emily had ever read of dream and myth and legend seemed a part of the charm of that bush. She was filled to her finger-tips with a rapture of living.

‘Oh, I smell spring!’ she cried as she danced along the brook path. Then she began to compose a poem on it” (p. 227).

I chose this quotation because I loved the creative way that the author described Emily’s surroundings. Not only is it very descriptive, which makes the scene easier to visualize, but it connects with Emily’s personality and the way that she would view everything. She is very romantic, in the respect that she is very inclined to romanticize things, and this passage captures that as it claims that she sees all the wonderful things of myth in the bush’s charm. The passage also shows how she is able to entertain herself on her own by writing poems and exploring things in her head. She is very artistic in this way, and it can be recognized in the metaphors and creative language used to describe what she sees and how exhilarated she feels to be there.

IRJE#4 Brides case.

I enjoyed reading the book I wrote about in my past journal entries, so I kept reading the sequel for my next book due to its incredible story. The book I’m reading is called “Heaven Official’s Blessing 2” (天官賜福) by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu (莫想童秀). In part of the story, we have three heavenly officials trying to solve the case of the missing brides. Whenever a couple decides to marry at Mount Yujun, the bride disappears during the wedding procession. People say that the reason why this happens is because a ghost groom kidnaps them. They plan to catch this creature by sending a heavenly official disguised as a fake bride. They started the procession by entering the woods at the mount, but when they were already in the middle of the forest, they were attacked by a creature called binu. Xie Lian told them to leave and that he’ll take care of it. When they left, he met someone unexpected…

Yet, unexpectedly, what came wasn’t the anticipated attack or any murderous intent but something else.

The curtain of the bridal sedan was lightly lifted, and from underneath the bright red veil, Xie Lian saw the person had extended a hand to him.

The fingers were well defined. A red string was tied on the third finger, and on that long, slender, fair hand, it looked like a bright and colorful affinity knot.

Should he give his hand, or no? (p.88)

I chose this quotation because it introduces a relevant character for the storyline. While reading this part of the book I was really intrigued, I tried to figure out who the person mentioned was before the author said something about they on the story. 


Lois Lowry novel THE GIVER, talks about a boy who is 12 years old and lives witch his family in communities. One night, like usually they talk they feelings on the dining table. Ther the protagonist asks his sister how school was in a norther school. She responded:

I felt strange. Because their methods were different. (p.8, l.10)

I can connect with this statement, because I was there. When I chance school for the first time, I noticed the most of feeling strange. But what I learned is to compare the new and the old method and look what is the easiest and compared the compared time.

Matteo Eden IRJE#4 Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard

“Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard” by Rick Riordan is an exciting adventure that mixes Norse mythology with humor. The story is about Magnus Chase, a teenage demigod who is the son of the Norse god Frey. He learns about his heritage and goes on a quest to stop Ragnarok. It’s a great book that introduces interesting gods, monsters, and diverse characters. It’s not just about action, but also about friendship, family, and personal growth. One quote from the book that shows its tone is,

“Dead or alive, the truth won’t rest. Swords may cut both ways, but words can wound in one.”

This quote reminds us to be honest and responsible for our actions. With its fun story, relatable characters, and the author’s funny take on mythology, it’s a book that everyone can enjoy.

IRJE #4 “We first have to learn how to listen and then how to talk”

When I got to read the ” Leadership ” book by Sir Alex Ferguson; one of the first chapters talked about the power of listening.

“God gave us two ears to hear twice; he only gave us one mouth.” (p.18)

For me, this quote encourages a mindful approach to communication, emphasizing the importance of listening. With the metaphor of two ears and one mouth, it suggests that we should listen twice as much as we speak. This highlights the value of active listening, empathy, and the careful use of words. This quote promotes humility by inviting us to learn from others and create a shift towards more considerate and understanding interactions. In essence, it serves as a reminder to approach communication with thoughtfulness and a genuine desire to contribute.

IRJE#4 “The Kite Runner”

“The Kite Runner” is a book that I have been reading lately, it has a very interesting beginning which makes me want to continue with the book. It is a good way for me to read this book so that I can have better understanding on how to write a good story or essay.

I became what I am today at the age of twelve, on a frigid overcast day in the winter of 1975.   p.1

This is how the book began, It tells us how the author became who he is from the age of twelve which makes me interested in knowing what happened and what his personalities are like.

IRJE #4 The 5 People You Meet in Heaven

I finished reading The Five People You Meet in Heaven by Mitch Albom.
Eddie, the main character dies. And throughout the story, we meet who Eddie used to be, and some of the people he did or didn’t know but somehow changed his life. Each one tells us an important part about his life. Eddie was a kind-serious man who worked at Ruby Pier. When he dies, he meets like the book says, five people. The first one a blue man, who tells Eddie what will happen in heaven and what is the purpose of the two of them meeting.

“People think of heaven as a paradise garden…But the scenery without solace is meaningless. “This is the greatest gift God can give you: to understand what happened in your life. To have it explained. It is peace you have been searching for.”
Pg 35

The blue man tells this to Eddie, and I actually understood why.
Why did the author decide to write this? It’s easier to move on, when you have closure of something. When you understand why it happened the way it did and why it ended.
I have always preferred to understand the reason of being of things specially when I’m intrigued by something.
How can you be at peace in heaven if you don’t understand why things happened in your life the way they did?

The Hawthorne Legacy – IRJE #4

In this quote from the book The Hawthorne Legacy by Jennifer Lynn Barnes, Avery Grambs is describing how life at the Hawthorne house has been for her.

In the past six weeks, I’d been shot at, blown up, kidnapped, and paraded around as the living, breathing embodiment of Cinderella stories. To the world, I was a scandal, a mystery, a curiosity, a fantasy. (p. 203)

Avery knows the consequences that comes with becoming an heiress but she still goes on to solve forgotten mysteries which everyone around her advises her against. Still, despite all she’s been through, she still goes ahead to uncover hidden truths.


IRJE #4 The Love Hypothesis

Right now I’m reading a book called The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood. This book is a combination of science and love which is a Romance Fiction.

“Are there actual studies?” Jeremy asked.
“Mmm?” Anh was pulling her hair up in a bun.
“On the link between freckles and skin cancer.”
“I don’t know.”
“Feels like there would be.”
“True. I wanna know now.”
“Hold on. Is there Wi-Fi here?”
“Ol, do you have internet?”

This quote helped connect to reality since the “wi-fi” that Jeremy and Anh ask for.



The midnight library by Matt Haig is about a 35-year-old woman who attempts suicide but fails, but on the process, she wakes up a library, that library is between life and death. In that library there is infinite books, and each one of them are her life, but in different. scenarios whenever she opens a book, she can go into it and life the life she is living in that book.

you have many lives as you have possibilities, there are lives where you make different choices. And those choices lead to different outcomes. if you had done just one thing differently, you would have a different lifetime story. and they all exist in the midnight library. They are all as real as life.

I like this book so far because I like how it illustrates life, and how any choice you make can change your entire life.

IRJE #4 “the CATCHER in the RYE”

In this quote from “The Catcher in the Rye,” Holden Caulfield expresses a fantasy where he stands on the edge of a cliff overlooking a field of rye. He imagines himself as the “catcher in the rye,” with the responsibility of preventing children playing in the field from falling off the metaphorical cliff that represents the loss of innocence associated with growing up. This reflects Holden’s desire to protect the purity of childhood in a world he sees as phony and corrupt, showcasing his yearning for a simpler and more authentic existence for children.

“Anyway, I keep picturing all these little kids playing some game in this big field of rye and all. Thousands of little kids, and nobody’s around—nobody big, I mean—except me. And I’m standing on the edge of some crazy cliff. What I have to do, I have to catch everybody if they start to go over the cliff—I mean if they’re running and they don’t look where they’re going, I have to come out from somewhere and catch them. That’s all I do all day. I’d just be the catcher in the rye and all. I know it’s crazy, but that’s the only thing I’d really like to be.”

In this quote J.D. Stalinger actually mentions the name of the book in a conversation Holden had.

IRJE #4, I am Malala

The book I am currently reading is “I Am Malala”. I had heard from this woman before but I have never payed real attention to her or to her story but it its really interesting how she started and all she has achieved until nowadays.

“Who is Malala?” he demanded.

No one said anything, but several of the girls looked at me. I was the only girl with my face not covered.

That’s when he lifted up a black pistol. I later learned it was a Colt. 45. Some of the girls screamed. Moniba tells me I squeezed her hand.

My friends say he fired three shots, one after another. The first went through my left eye socket and out under my left shoulder.

I slumped forward onto Moniba, good coming from my left ear, so the other two bullets hit the girls next to me. One bullet want into Shazia’s left hand. The third went through her left shoulder and into the upper right arm of Kainat Riaz.

My friends later told me the gunman’s hand was shacking as he fired.

By the time we got to the hospital my long hair and Moniba’s lap were full of blood.

Who is Malala? I am Malala and this is my story.

(p. 9 Prologue, Yousafzai, Malala. Lamb, Christina. I Am Malala. 2023)

I choose this quote because when I first read it, it shocked me the fact that a man could fire a gun to a girl in a school bus and during the day with all the other kids around her without even caring in the persons he could kill. This quote just reaffirmed that the persons are cruel and nobody cares about anything else but themselves. Why killing a girl?, it makes literally no sense to me, killing someone is the worst thing a person can do. It’t completely unfair because they don’t have the fault for anything, they haven’t even lived. I can imagine how would I react if someone stood in front of me with a gun and fire it.

PW#4. What would I do if I had a whole weekend free of any other responsibilities?

If I had a full weekend, I would travel somewhere, either nearby or farther away, to explore the area I live in. I’ve been wanting to visit this abandoned structure by the river that I discovered not too long ago. Before getting there, I would load my bag with food as well as other supplies for the exploration of the building, choose a nice spot, and spend the day there until night. The following day, I would try to go to the movies by myself in the morning, and then I would spend the rest of the day redecorating my room with various items I found at Restore or go to the beach where I haven’t been before.