little girl grew and grew and grew.
she is now two. she's off to her uncle's work shop with cousin in tow. getting in the usual mischief. she dislodges the vice on her uncle's work bench. opps, its gonna fall. she looks at it, cousin is no where in sight, she sits down, puts out one leg, and watches the vice fall onto her little toes.
blood everywhere, she probably screamed. mom and the whole house is now aware of her plight. doctors bandages her up.
days later, she's off again, bandages in tow, unraveling as she find her next mission.
Sunday, March 26, 2006
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
thinking
i'm thinking...nay don't want to say that....
....no that'll shock you too much...
....too cheezy....
....too boring....
....too long....
....private
....private
.....xxx....
ok nothing for today.
....no that'll shock you too much...
....too cheezy....
....too boring....
....too long....
....private
....private
.....xxx....
ok nothing for today.
Thursday, March 16, 2006
strands of dna song and story:)
this is a song that ambrey made up. she's 7.
there's a worm in my body
that goes up and down
there's a worm in my body
that goes round and round
there's a worm in my body
that goes side to side
there's a worm in my body
that's trying to hide oooOO.
the expression and tune makes it even better. will have a video one of these days.
A day in the life of first Nations Kid
by Ashti
I woke up before the sun this morning.
Everyone was making so much noise.
"The eulachons are here" my sister yelled in my ear.
And then I said "stop yelling I'm trying to sleep!"
Then my mom said "wake up it's time to go berry picking."
Then I took a bath in the river.
I felt clean after my bath.
After I took my bath I went berry picking with my mom.
Next I had breakfast, we had dried berries and clams for breskfast mmmm.
Afterwards I helped my dad by controling the fire.
Then my dad said "I could play with my friends".
My friends and I played tug a war.
Next we played hide and seek.
It was so much fun.
After my friends and I watched these two boys stick fighting.
Next my Dad asked me to go fishing with him I said "okay".
I helped my dad get the nets.
I got five eulachons, my dad got 20 eulachons.
After, it was lunch time.
My family and I had the eulachons that my dad and I had caught.
We also ate urchins.
next my mom asked me to help peel the bark of the cedar, I said "okay".
Then I helped weave baskets.
After I went to the bush to relieve myself.
Next I asked my mom if I could go canoeing with my friends and she said "yes".
After we got back from canoeing it was time for dinner.
For dinner we had a big feast.
We ate, berries, oysters, clams, mussels, urchins, smoked salmon, and euladchons.
After I sat by the fire with my Dad.
Then the Chief said "he was going to tell a story".
I liked the story I guess even though I fell asleep in between the story.
Next my mom carried me into our room.
ZZZ The End!!
The pics were great will scan them one day:)
she is 9.
she is my brilliant:)
there's a worm in my body
that goes up and down
there's a worm in my body
that goes round and round
there's a worm in my body
that goes side to side
there's a worm in my body
that's trying to hide oooOO.
the expression and tune makes it even better. will have a video one of these days.
A day in the life of first Nations Kid
by Ashti
I woke up before the sun this morning.
Everyone was making so much noise.
"The eulachons are here" my sister yelled in my ear.
And then I said "stop yelling I'm trying to sleep!"
Then my mom said "wake up it's time to go berry picking."
Then I took a bath in the river.
I felt clean after my bath.
After I took my bath I went berry picking with my mom.
Next I had breakfast, we had dried berries and clams for breskfast mmmm.
Afterwards I helped my dad by controling the fire.
Then my dad said "I could play with my friends".
My friends and I played tug a war.
Next we played hide and seek.
It was so much fun.
After my friends and I watched these two boys stick fighting.
Next my Dad asked me to go fishing with him I said "okay".
I helped my dad get the nets.
I got five eulachons, my dad got 20 eulachons.
After, it was lunch time.
My family and I had the eulachons that my dad and I had caught.
We also ate urchins.
next my mom asked me to help peel the bark of the cedar, I said "okay".
Then I helped weave baskets.
After I went to the bush to relieve myself.
Next I asked my mom if I could go canoeing with my friends and she said "yes".
After we got back from canoeing it was time for dinner.
For dinner we had a big feast.
We ate, berries, oysters, clams, mussels, urchins, smoked salmon, and euladchons.
After I sat by the fire with my Dad.
Then the Chief said "he was going to tell a story".
I liked the story I guess even though I fell asleep in between the story.
Next my mom carried me into our room.
ZZZ The End!!
The pics were great will scan them one day:)
she is 9.
she is my brilliant:)
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
story bit 2
thanks shnewt!
bit two:
well the new mom cried everyday. she didn't fathom missing her new born quite that much. the dilemma was that new babies were not allowed to leave the country until after their first group of vaccinations and that was after three months. in three month paternal granny took baby on her first plane trip and mom and baby were reunited. (yes the mom could have flown back, can't think of the reasons...but there were some) things were different in those days:)
the little one grew and she grew. she was apparently very mischeivous and could not sit still. she could climb everything before she walked. maternal granny used to smoke. this was one of the few things that was able to keep the little hellion occupied for a good amount of time while everyone rested. oh, not the smoking but the peeling packs and cartons of cigarettes. this little one was so amazing, she would sit and peel each individually wrap cigarette for almost hours...
to be continued....
today, no yesterday was a full moon...someone told me.. and there is apparently an eclipse today...ahh...that explains why today and yesterday were weird and tiresome...if only everything could be this simple....ha. ha.
bit two:
well the new mom cried everyday. she didn't fathom missing her new born quite that much. the dilemma was that new babies were not allowed to leave the country until after their first group of vaccinations and that was after three months. in three month paternal granny took baby on her first plane trip and mom and baby were reunited. (yes the mom could have flown back, can't think of the reasons...but there were some
the little one grew and she grew. she was apparently very mischeivous and could not sit still. she could climb everything before she walked. maternal granny used to smoke. this was one of the few things that was able to keep the little hellion occupied for a good amount of time while everyone rested. oh, not the smoking but the peeling packs and cartons of cigarettes. this little one was so amazing, she would sit and peel each individually wrap cigarette for almost hours...
to be continued....
today, no yesterday was a full moon...someone told me.. and there is apparently an eclipse today...ahh...that explains why today and yesterday were weird and tiresome...if only everything could be this simple....ha. ha.
Saturday, March 11, 2006
a story
so, its been a while as usual, life, busy, etc etc etc.
I have decided to tell a continuous story based on some truths, some exaggerations, some fancyful thinking and some imaginationish stuff.
the fact is, my mind is always talking...
here's a few minutes into my mind....
a story. i could write about....my elementary school play....it was a comedy about a lady who had a belly ache. scene: she went to a walk-in clinic who told her that she need immediate surgery. at the operating table, the doctors and nurses were all exaggeratedly shocked and surprised at all the items coming out of her belly...ridiculous items like a shoe, a chair...can't remember the other items....
audience was belly laughing...i was very proud, i was nine. written and directed:)
this took about five seconds...in thought...
i am now distracted as ambrey walks in, she is a very dramatic child with a oceans of expression...words really fail to translate most of her expression, the wide open eyes filled with blinding brightness as she tell a story...which most of the time is lost as i watch with amazement at the many muscles that make up....
another thought, i once read a book by Malcolm Gladwell, blink, and it refer to someone (can't remember the person) who did a study on facial expression and the many muscles that one uses. According to his studies, our expressions can determine our moods. i.e. if you keep frowning (using muscle this and that, he had numbered them all to some surprising number) you will create negative emotions. He says that we usually think vise versa, that our moods determine facial expressions. He did this study on two tribe of natives i think in Africa, one was a peaceful tribe, and another known to be aggressive. but study their expressions he shocked his peers with being able to determine charteristics in one group toward sexual acts with young boys. can't remember much, should read this again...
how is sexual orientation determined? an aged long debate...that i don't know much about, just bits and pieces that have form my opinions which is ever changing as i encounter more...i believe this is good, as we should always be open enough to change our minds about anything but at the same time be truthful enough to ourselves...
sometimes i think truth itself is a waiving thing, as i struggle most times to understand more...and i do...i really find out i know so much less...which is back to my sometimes ignorant conviction that ignorance is still bliss....
bliss again is an every change state....ok ....this is somewhat ...into a few minutes of my mind's ramblings when i'm not busy....
back to the commencement of my story.
once upon a time, a little girl was born to two grown ups who were very estastic to enter a new stage in their lives. quite unprepared for the bags of emotion and change, the new mom went back to Brunei to work as a executive secretary to the CEO of Shell (the gas co.). there was no maternity leave in 1969.
to be continued....
I have decided to tell a continuous story based on some truths, some exaggerations, some fancyful thinking and some imaginationish stuff.
the fact is, my mind is always talking...
here's a few minutes into my mind....
a story. i could write about....my elementary school play....it was a comedy about a lady who had a belly ache. scene: she went to a walk-in clinic who told her that she need immediate surgery. at the operating table, the doctors and nurses were all exaggeratedly shocked and surprised at all the items coming out of her belly...ridiculous items like a shoe, a chair...can't remember the other items....
audience was belly laughing...i was very proud, i was nine. written and directed:)
this took about five seconds...in thought...
i am now distracted as ambrey walks in, she is a very dramatic child with a oceans of expression...words really fail to translate most of her expression, the wide open eyes filled with blinding brightness as she tell a story...which most of the time is lost as i watch with amazement at the many muscles that make up....
another thought, i once read a book by Malcolm Gladwell, blink, and it refer to someone (can't remember the person) who did a study on facial expression and the many muscles that one uses. According to his studies, our expressions can determine our moods. i.e. if you keep frowning (using muscle this and that, he had numbered them all to some surprising number) you will create negative emotions. He says that we usually think vise versa, that our moods determine facial expressions. He did this study on two tribe of natives i think in Africa, one was a peaceful tribe, and another known to be aggressive. but study their expressions he shocked his peers with being able to determine charteristics in one group toward sexual acts with young boys. can't remember much, should read this again...
how is sexual orientation determined? an aged long debate...that i don't know much about, just bits and pieces that have form my opinions which is ever changing as i encounter more...i believe this is good, as we should always be open enough to change our minds about anything but at the same time be truthful enough to ourselves...
sometimes i think truth itself is a waiving thing, as i struggle most times to understand more...and i do...i really find out i know so much less...which is back to my sometimes ignorant conviction that ignorance is still bliss....
bliss again is an every change state....ok ....this is somewhat ...into a few minutes of my mind's ramblings when i'm not busy....
back to the commencement of my story.
once upon a time, a little girl was born to two grown ups who were very estastic to enter a new stage in their lives. quite unprepared for the bags of emotion and change, the new mom went back to Brunei to work as a executive secretary to the CEO of Shell (the gas co.). there was no maternity leave in 1969.
to be continued....
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