Monday, 21 September 2015
Diving Dryland
Since the pool is being cleaned right now, we divers are doing drylands and it is sooooooo painful! Everyday we have to run the track 3-5 times!(1.2- 2.6 Kilometres!) And then we have to do ab work outs such as planks, push-ups, sit-ups, pike-ups(special diving workout), and tuck-ups(special diving work out!)! But it pays off, because at the end of the practice we get to play games like tag or handstand competitions! Yay!
Sunday, 20 September 2015
Saturday, 19 September 2015
Food Drive
Today we did a food drive! We picked up bags of food that people leave on there doorsteps and gave them to people who needed more food!
Friday, 18 September 2015
In The Eyes of a Dancer: Prologue( Rough Draft)
In The Eyes of a Dancer
I was about five when it happened. Everything went black one day. I lost connection with everything and everybody. All I heard that dreadful day were negative things. Mama crying. The doctor saying I was sick; saying I was blind. I think Mama cried all day. Never did she stop. But I didn't cry. I didn't know what was going on. I thought perhaps someone turned off the lights. Heck, I didn't even know what blind meant! I was only five! All I knew what that everything was dark. Everything I ever wanted to do, I couldn't. Except dance. I had been to my first ballet class when I was three. It wasn't like a real ballet school, it was more like playing around. But I loved it. Dance consumed my preschool years. Jazz, Tap, HipHop, Ballet. I did everything my little body could manage. But how could I dance now if I was blind? When Papa was in his worst mood, he'd come home after work and tell me I'd never dance again. Ever. And then I felt all my hopes, all my dreams be crushed. But I didn't say anything. I just stood there staring at him, his eyes glistening with tears. Then Mama would would barge in crying, screaming at him of being so cruel to his child. "She's only five!" She'd scream and he'd scream back, "But she's blind!" I think they would often forget I was even there, listening to there screaming and swearing. I stand at the doorway, needing someone to my room, because I was unseeing and unknowing. When I was seven, and I could actually understand these conversations of screams, I would let small, cold, bitter tears roll down my cheeks. But I didn't wail or sob, because I knew if I did, I would just make everything worse than it already was. So I cried silently. Despite what Papa said, Mama still tried to find dance lessons for me. Dance lessons I could participate in. I needed someone who could help me, the poor little blind girl. I needed someone who would teach me how to dance even though I was blind. I just needed someone. But soon, I started to notice Mama changing. She got frustrated more easily. She screamed and cried for no reason. And I couldn't help feeling it was all my fault. Probably because it was all my fault. By the time I was eight, Mama was hospitalized. Why? She went absolutely nuts. She was slowly losing her mind. And even though I couldn't see her, I could hear her and I could tell she was losing it. Papa told me to forget her, saying I'd probably never see her, well hear her, again. That was the first time I sobbed. It was so different to my usual silent crying. Silent crying had become such a habit that I never did sob. Papa quit his job to stay home and care for me. Of course he didn't actually care for me. He went out with his friends to drink. He called me a burden. I probably was a burden. Who wanted to care for there eight year old blind kid? No one. Sure Mama was going crazy, but at least she pretended to care for me. Pap would often leave me all by myself, locked up in my room bumping in to things. Then, one day he was caught coming home from a bar, drunk driving. He was arrested and I was sent off to leave with my English Aunt Caroline in Ontario. And the great thing was, I don't think she pretended to care for me. I think she did truly, genuinely did care for me! We'd go to parks and she pushed me on the swing and was my aid so I didn't bump in to things.
I thought I had finally found my happiness; someone who actually loved me.
But maybe I was wrong.
Thursday, 17 September 2015
Favourite Song: Photograph- Ed Sheeran
Photograph- Ed Sheeran
Loving can hurt
Loving can hurt sometimes
But it's the only thing that I know
When it gets hard
You know it can get hard sometimes
It is the only thing that makes us feel alive
We keep this love in a photograph
We made these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Hearts are never broken
Times forever frozen still
So you can keep me
Inside the pocket
Of your ripped jeans
Holdin' me closer
'Til our eyes meet
You won't ever be alone
Wait for me to come home
Loving can heal
Loving can mend your soul
And it's the only thing that I know (know)
I swear it will get easier
Remember that with every piece of ya
And it's the only thing we take with us when we die
We keep this love in this photograph
We made these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Our hearts were never broken
Times forever frozen still
So you can keep me
Inside the pocket
Of your ripped jeans
Holdin' me closer
'Til our eyes meet
You won't ever be alone
And if you hurt me
That's OK, baby, only words bleed
Inside these pages you just hold me
And I won't ever let you go
Wait for me to come home [4x]
Oh you can fit me
Inside the necklace you got when you were 16
Next to your heartbeat
Where I should be
Keep it deep within your soul
And if you hurt me
Well, that's OK, baby, only words bleed
Inside these pages you just hold me
And I won't ever let you go
When I'm away
I will remember how you kissed me
Under the lamppost
Back on 6th street
Hearing you whisper through the phone,
"Wait for me to come home."
But it's the only thing that I know
When it gets hard
You know it can get hard sometimes
It is the only thing that makes us feel alive
We keep this love in a photograph
We made these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Hearts are never broken
Times forever frozen still
So you can keep me
Inside the pocket
Of your ripped jeans
Holdin' me closer
'Til our eyes meet
You won't ever be alone
Wait for me to come home
Loving can heal
Loving can mend your soul
And it's the only thing that I know (know)
I swear it will get easier
Remember that with every piece of ya
And it's the only thing we take with us when we die
We keep this love in this photograph
We made these memories for ourselves
Where our eyes are never closing
Our hearts were never broken
Times forever frozen still
So you can keep me
Inside the pocket
Of your ripped jeans
Holdin' me closer
'Til our eyes meet
You won't ever be alone
And if you hurt me
That's OK, baby, only words bleed
Inside these pages you just hold me
And I won't ever let you go
Wait for me to come home [4x]
Oh you can fit me
Inside the necklace you got when you were 16
Next to your heartbeat
Where I should be
Keep it deep within your soul
And if you hurt me
Well, that's OK, baby, only words bleed
Inside these pages you just hold me
And I won't ever let you go
When I'm away
I will remember how you kissed me
Under the lamppost
Back on 6th street
Hearing you whisper through the phone,
"Wait for me to come home."
Poste Française
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Piano
Yay! Piano has started once again! I am so excited to start this year! It is going to be super fun! Especially with our old 1890s Francois Connor Grand Piano!
Inside Out: Movie Review
INSIDE OUT
Inside every bodies head are memories. But someone needs to help create the memories. Inside Riley's head, those people are Joy, Disgust, Sadness, Fear, and Anger. They are in charge of 10 year old Riley's head. But one day Joy and Sadness get lost, and Disgust, Anger, and Fear are the only ones left. Without Joy and Sadness, Riley's thoughts start to crumble, and so does her world. Can Joy and Sadness find they're way back? Will Riley be saved? Find out in Inside Out!
Halloween!
This is what I'm being for Halloween this year! Sorry its blurry:(
You folks better start buying candy! Halloween is just around the corner! ;)
Oh, and here's the outfit!
Oh, and here's the outfit!
Wednesday, 16 September 2015
New System!
So, I've got a new way for you folks to find things on my blog! On the right side of m blog are to buttons drag your mouse over them and one says labels. Click on that and click on the subject you want!
Pancake Recipe!
One of my favourites...here's the link to the recipe: http://allrecipes.com/recipe/220415/old-fashioned-pancakes/
Here's it typed out:
- Prep
- Cook
- Ready In
- Sift together flour, baking powder, salt, and sugar in a large bowl.
- Whisk in melted butter, egg, and milk until combined. Let batter rest for 5 minutes.
- Preheat a large skillet over medium-high heat. Spray with cooking spray. Pour batter into the hot skillet, about 1/4 cup of batter for each pancake. Cook for 2 to 3 minutes, until bubbles appear on the sides and center of each pancake. Flip and cook until golden, about 1 to 2 minutes.
My copy and paste isn't working right now so you will have to go to the link to find the ingredients. Have fun making it! Hope it tastes awesome! :D
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