To put it lightly, the only way to describe this place is an endless pile of junk. Well maybe not the only way. It could also be described as a big shed. The reason I was in this shed was because my dad told me to go find some tools he needed to fix the lawn mower. I walked across the ya...
The essence of being a fan eludes me. Why anyone would want to even admit to being a fan baffles me. Why does anyone, anywhere, ever deserve lusty, t-shirt tearing hysteria. Who are these proudly professing "fans" that wait patiently for autographs, pictures, a stray hair even, from their stars? Who...
As the boat idled into the cove, the afternoon sun pierced the fiery sky. The heat had begun to get to everyone in the cove making everything seem like it was moving in slow motion. As we turned around a bend we saw the many boats that had already anchored in the cove and the many people floating aimlessly in the clear waters. We had finally made it to copper canyon, where my family and many of our friends were going to spend the afternoon lounging lazily in the crystal clear water. As I jumped in I instantly felt refreshing rush of the cold water on my body. ...
The Wedding Day "Wake up sleepy head, you"re going to be late." my husband said loudly into my ear. "What time is it?" I asked him in a groggy voice. "It is almost nine, and you have to be at the church by nine-thirty to set up," he stated matter of factly. I quickly jumped up and ran to the bathroom. ...
When I think of becoming a teacher I would like to imagine or hope that I would be "turning the key- for a student of mine to become something great. I have been soul searching for many years now to have a better understanding of what I am suppose to do in my life. I have worked in so many jobs in s...
At a young age I was never fond of the ocean. I was in fact terrified of what laid beneath the depths of the ocean. The salty water always stung my eyes and I couldn't stand being dumped by a wave. Through my younger years i always thought that I would become a professional football player. At the age of ten my parents took me on a holiday to the Maldives. ...
There was once a very broke family with a mommy and her son Jacques living in a 1500 ft., run-down house. They had no food, except for beans planted on an infertile field. The bean supplies were very little, and they also taste very bad. Jacques and his mother eventually found their meals sick: beans, beans, and more beans. Life for Jacques and his mother were filled with bitterness, Jacques would always find himself daydreaming while working on the field. ...
Lion (1987) is a novel which takes place in Toronto in the years following the First World War. Ondaatje's next novel, 1992's The English Patient, won the Governor General's Award and the Booker Prize, and was made into an award-winning film. In The Skin Of A Lion is a love story and an irresistible mystery set in the turbulent, muscular new world of Toronto in the ' 20s and ' 30s. Michael Ondaatje entwines adventure, romance and history, real and invented, enmeshing us in the lives of the immigrants who built the city and those who dreamed it into being: the politic...
He started writing before the war and his first story, "Three Generations," has been hailed as a masterpiece. ... He was also conferred, among other recognitions, the Republic Cultural Heritage Award for Literature in 1961, the Journalist of the Year Award in the early 1960s, the Book of the Year Award in 1979 for his Almanac for Manileños, the national Book award for several of his works, the Ramon Magsaysay Award for Journalism, Literature, Creative Communication Arts (the Asian counterpart of Nobel Prize) in 1996, and the Tanglaw ng Lahi Award in 1997. ...
