Christmas Sing-Along

So....I guess I'm singing at the Music Assembly my school is organizing for the last day of school. Totally not my suggestion. Our music teacher was asking around for volunteers to lead the sing-along, and lo and behold, my friends forced my hand way up in the air.
And then the teacher said, "Of course! scribbles! You must sing! You're good!"

...okay, so maybe this was my fault for choosing to sing at another assembly last year for the student council elections (very embarrassing, by the way).

But still. I've just taken a glance through the songs the rest of the class chose to have us perform, and I have no idea how to sing some of the songs on that list. I should have paid attention...but I was chatting with friends, and didn't even know we were supposed to be talking about the sing-along! So now I have to sing some sort of rock song...and I have no idea how it goes.

My friends just don't understand when I say NO, I'M NOT GOOD. I don't think my voice fits in with other peoples'...
HELP. We're practicing on Wednesday in-class, so...wish me luck!

Bizz,
scribbles

My Favourite Song at the Moment

Bewitched (Bothered and Bewildered)- Ella Fitzgerald

After one whole quart of brandy
Like a daisy, I'm awake
With no Bromo-Seltzer handy
I don't even shake

Men are not a new sensation
I've done pretty well I think
But this half-pint imitation
Put me on the blink

I'm wild again, beguiled again
A simpering, whimpering child again
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered-am I

Couldn't sleep and wouldn't sleep
When love came and told me, I shouldn't sleep
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered-am I

Lost my heart, but what of it
He is cold I agree
He can laugh, but I love it
Although the laugh's on me

The Pedestrian- Poetic Response

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In here is
Stifling warmth,
Walls closing in
Too many things
Thoughts
About that screen,
That blaring box…
Can’t it shut up?
Always announcing, exclaiming, shrieking;
Others watch with wide-eyed fascination
But it’s just a box,
Images and sound force-feeding ideas
Into a blank-minded audience.
It wasn’t like this before.
They thought, created, sang,
But now all but husks of humans are left,
Watching, watching, forever only seeing
Doing nothing to live, to laugh at
Something other than the box.
No individual in a sea of strangely tinted faces,
Smiling, frowning, crying at the same things
Sitting all in a row on the couch.

Outside the window,
Serene darkness
Folds itself around unlit candles
that glow a feeble blue
from within.
Stars shine bright,
Winking behind wandering clouds
Outside my window
And I think to myself,
Another walk tonight?

A Moment in Time

This was a piece I did last year for English class. Didn't really have anything else to post this week, besides my short story, which I may post next time. That one's quite long, so it may be better to do during the long weekend!

I wrote this about a camping/conoeing trip I took last summer. It was really fun, and a new experience for me because I had never gone on an intense camping trip like this before! We moved campsites everyday, so we'd pack up our tents before breakfast, make breakfast and eat it while making lunch, and then set off in our canoes. We wouldn't land until 5 p.m. everyday. Brutal. But fun, overall. One thing I noticed was that the further you got away from the boat launch, the clearer and more beautiful the water...
Hmm. Says something about the city, doesn't it?

Anyway, this "moment" takes place on the first night of our trip, and at the campsite that was furthest away from the dock.
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Eccentric Person Sketch (for writing class)

This was an assignment for my writing class...thought I'd share it with you. It's a bit choppy in places because we were only supposed to write a page, and I thought my teacher meant a page double-sided, but most people only wrote on one side. No, wait, that's not the reason it's choppy; this is a very cut-down version! So I had to leave parts out to make it fit onto one sheet of paper.

That was hard...

Anyway, it's a piece detailing an eccentric/ strange person in my life. I guess this guy's not so 'eccentric', but this kept tugging at me, telling me to write about him. So I did.

If, by any chance, you can guess who he is, PLEASE DO NOT TRY AND GUESS ON MY BLOG. I DON'T WANT ANY NAMES ON HERE!!

Ask me in person if you're curious.

And please leave comments. Thanks :)

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A Rough Kind of Beauty

There was a rough kind of beauty in Gibsons and Sechelt today.

It was raining a heck of a lot over on the Sunshine Coast, but instead of feeling closed in and suffocated (like I usually do on rainy Vancouver days), the pelting rain felt free and fresh.

We set off from home to catch the late morning ferry. We still had those prepaid tickets from 10 years ago (good grief), and didn't want to let them go to waste. Well, what do you know; when we got to the ticket booth and eagerly held out those bright pink slips of paper, the lady said that they were obsolete now and that they were mere scraps of paper! She told us we had had until March 2010 to transfer the money on them to the new "Experience" card they have now, and that it was too late for anything. It was awful. So we paid about $100 for a trip we would not have taken if we hadn't had those tickets.

A Letter from Birmingham Jail

I am loving the flow of Martin Luther King Jr.'s words. It's so poetic; each word sounds like he chose it carefully, judging its meaning and impact on the readers. I can't believe the version we read nowadays (if you haven't, read it here) is nearly the same as his very first draft of it, which apparently he wrote on various pieces of paper that were smuggled into his jail cell. He started writing it on the margins of a newspaper, because he read another letter/statement that members of the clergy wrote published in the newspaper. He wrote this letter as a response to that one.

(With me, if I wrote something like this on the first go, I'd cry.)

It is an incredibly long letter, and takes me about half an hour or more to read it all the way through. I've only read it twice, but this time I discovered little treasures of phrases that I missed the first time around. It makes me want to cry at times, and cheer at others. He must have been a fantastic speaker. Unlike me. I am terrified of public speaking. I've been trying to overcome that fear, but it's hard. At one point I felt alright about speeches, but during the summer I lost what little confidence I had gained over the year.

First Post!

Hello there! Call me scribbles for now.

First blog post. Ever.

Anyway, I like to swim, read, and study languages in my spare time. Oh, and write. Of course.

A few days ago, I finally mustered up the courage to actually click on that orange arrow, "CREATE A BLOG" for the first time. I had been wanting to make one, but just could not find a good enough reason. Until my English teacher said we had to.

Oh, well. Might as well do it, now that I have a reason.