Thursday, 29 January 2015

My Family Metaphor

Here is a description of my family (which hopefully makes sense) using metaphors.

My mum is a train,
Because she’s running all day long.
My dad is a handcar,
Because he’s always pushing us forward.
My sister is a car,
Because she speeds and is noisy,
And my brother is a bike,
Because he’s at the same place most of the time.

Sunday, 18 January 2015

Current Events!

This week's Current Events is...

Impaled head like 'gruesome Halloween mask'
By Lynley Bilby, Herald Sunday

What happened? A man approached a gas station calmly, surprising workers and the gas station owner himself. Backstory was said that he was approached by a bunch of people, and was punched repeatedly to the face and was then struck by an iron bar, which became impaled in his head. He drove to an open gas station. The iron bar was later removed from his head in hospital and was finally airlifted to another hospital.

He is currently in Waikato hospital and may be returning home in a few days.

Who was involved? The people involved in this event were Katikati Caltex owner Lester Gray, the female cashier that was approached by Adam Armitage, the man with the iron bar impaled, and phoned an ambulance, local men, who took pictures of Armitage to show what it looked like, and the unknown people that caused the problem.

When did it happen? This event might've happened

Where did it happen? This event happened in a Caltex gas station in a small North Island town, possibly Katikati, near Tauranga.

Why did it happen? It was lucky enough the Caltex gas station was open, as the reason why Armitage arrived there was for help, and help he got later. The reason for why the attack happened is unknown.

There were no new words in this article besides the familiar word "impaled", which means:

- transfix or pierce with a sharp instrument.

Monday, 12 January 2015

New Years Eve 2014

One week on from Christmas, and it was settling down. The year was coming to an end, but we did not forget that another great year was to begin in hours. Earlier in the day, Dad went to a friend's house not so far away, and the weather was starting to get a bit rainy.

Spitting, as it looked.

So guess what Mum told me to do?

Run, or walk, in my perspective, down to interrupt the nice barbecue, few people chatting, music playing, and pull my dad away for a moment, then after, walk straight home! At least I got to catch up with a few people, for a short amount of time, and swing on a tree swing, but then an arm cramp occurred, and so Destiny did it and she was SWINGING HIGH ABOVE THE GROUND.

I wasn't jealous at all (!).

After a while, Dad comes back with a plateful of food, mostly barbecue.

Cut some time off, and we're only 3 hours away from reaching 2015. Mum, Dad, and Abby were, again, getting ready for church for the new years celebration, and it was clearly obvious they were going to come back after midnight. So I do some laundry went they're just about to go, but then give up on the other half of unfolded, yet clean, laundry. Back into the room it goes!

I go upstairs and hear the car back out of the driveway. Martin groans as he was going to stay in his room for the whole night. Awake. I was in the next room, the room that was, of course, Mum, Dad, and Abby's bedroom, listening to songs and watching the countdown to 2015. That was the news, by the way.

10:00 p.m. I was still watching TV, Martin was still in his room. They were still at the party. Mum said she'd call up, but there was nothing so far. At least Dad wasn't walking home this time! Ha!

Hungry, I try to go downstairs. That fails, as Martin is out of his room the moment I step on the 7th step. Realizing I've been caught, we both go downstairs to eat something. After we go back up, and he goes back into the bedroom. He was STILL hungry by the look of it.

But I was having none of it. Would you believe he was eating the whole day?! Well, not literally, but he was eating a lot. New Years wasn't so bright for him...

And before you know it, the final hour.

And I did absolutely what I was set out to do................nothing. That was just only because I had to check up on Martin every 10 minutes, but it seemed like 5 minutes, because time was going a bit fast, and to believe that this would be the first ever new years celebration with only two people in the house! And with no parents around! It was unbelievable! But I could believe, and so could Martin, so we just sat there.

And waited. And waited for a long time. Then a thought literally struck me. Struck as in, blew me. Blew as in, there was wind blowing through our bedroom window. I looked outside. There were fireworks going off. Wish I'd do that, but no adults around. Then I hear people cheering and talking about stuff far away, almost lie echoes. That's impossible for me and Martin to make that much noise.

Then I look to my left side of vision and can see the almost-good, almost-bad rose bush outside. So, I rush downstairs, and realise I have 5 minutes left on the clock. Literally. I open the sliding door, dash outside, and without realizing that roses have thorns, I silently ache in pain as I try to pull the roses off the bush. I run back inside to get scissors. It works, but I have a tough time getting them inside. I run BACK inside for a cloth (because I didn't have time for gloves) and grab the roses. Back inside now, 3 minutes to go, literally.

I grab hold of some old newspaper and try to wrap the roses in the paper. It was a success, and even without tape, as long as it would stay like that for at least and hour or so, it would work. A quick note that it has thorns, and a short letter saying happy new year for Mum and Dad (and Abby), and poof! Done! It's not the best work I've ever done because I'm not the kind of "gardening" (notice the quote marks) person.

Lock the door, slide the curtains, make it look like I never did it. Momentarily, I race upstairs to see the countdown on the television. 6. 5. 4. 3. 2. 1. Then there was that moment. The moment in every start that something that was heavy on my shoulders was being lifted up, and I felt relieved to say that 2014 was, and is, now "last year".

I thought I could go sleep now, but what's safe about two young adolescences sleeping on a New Years Eve by themselves in their home? Exactly, so I stay up until Mum, Dad, and Abby come back home.

An hour later...

They're home! Safe and sound! And strange too, as I called Mum literally a minute ago. With some food to eat and some fizzy drinks, I was off to bed a bit hyper, but sleepy.

And just a catch up on New Years DAY...

America get's into the new year. Jennifer, a friend, is apparently in America. Don't get your hopes too high, I didn't believe that much of her statement. I needed proof. Story was, the LAST time she said she was going to America, she was still in Auckland. Talking about the girl who cried....."America"? I don't know, I'm bad at making fake....story titles.

Mum, Dad, and Abby go to ANOTHER celebration. Again. They explain to me that I'll go there someday, but obviously, that would never work. Trust me. The LAST time they said that was in 2010. Now zoom into 2015, I'm still at home. Bummer, but at least I was eating ice cream.

And so, I start off 2015 with ice-cream.

Friday, 9 January 2015

New Years Eve Promo

With Christmas being just over a week ago, 2015 was getting closer..

Monday, 5 January 2015

Christmas Eve (3)

Now with what is happening with Dad, he was, as I would say from his perspective, walking a long way. Because our church was a bit far for walking, and it would take, like, I don't know...half an hour? So, I waited that long.

Then it was past 11:30p.m.

He still wasn't home...


I start to get worried. What if, he doesn't come back? That was not a risk I was gonna take, so before I start thinking of running outside to the left and then just finding Dad, I take a lie down and listen to some tunes.

Midnight. It's dark outside, not to forget cold. Still watching the television, witnessing the curtains still flying from the windy air. I wish I would close it, but, it was just refreshing, especially when you're alone by yourself and somehow you're sweating...

It was Christmas. Day. Morning. Early morning. And soon I would say "Merry Christmas" and all that kinda stuff. I would give hugs and kisses and give gifts to many. So, knowing that this was going to be a great day for all of us, I told myself to go sleep. Sleep in their room I thought. Dozing off into dreamland, I then hear voices. One of them sounding a lot more than dad than just a random person.

I get myself up and walk to the window. Gazing out onto the window, guess who I found? My dad! He was just having a chat with my uncle and his girlfriend, wearing his aloha shirt, and why, he looked really tall from a distance in the streetlights!

So, carefully, I run down the stairs. It's probably ten minutes to one. And now, I put my hand on the doorknob, and I turn the handle...

But first I'll just...turn on the light. Who turned it off? Anyway, the security light's back on, and I open the door. They look at me. Dad looks surprised. I wait a while, pretending to look at the light, and then, slowly, walk...away...into the kitchen.

So, after, Dad comes in, and my uncle and his girlfriend drive off.

Then my dad goes for a walk...

After almost half an hour, amazingly, he comes back, and tells me to come down. I walk down, and his arms are open, waiting for a hug. We hug and say "Merry Christmas" to each other. It was long before Mum and Abby came back. Probably 2a.m. Or nearly 3a.m! And boy, didn't they bring gifts! There were new bibles, toys, foods, drinks, a steam cooker?! Clothes?!

I never realized these gifts were different this year...

Back to the thought of sleeping, I rushed upstairs without notice to sleep.

Christmas morning then came.

Christmas Eve (2)

I save myself from anxiety, knowing it was my uncle a the door, knocking.

I rush downstairs, and before he even calls out my name...

The door opens.

I greet him and he greets me. Then his girlfriend (okay, seriously, she might be engaged, I don't know for sure but I'll just mention her as the girlfriend) greets me, and I greet her in an excited mood. I tell them that Mum, Dad, and Abby would be back after midnight.

This was going to be a long night. It was 10:20p.m or something, but I knew it would take forever if we stood around, so, my uncle's girlfriend took a shower, my uncle went for the salad, I...walked upstairs into the room to eat the muffins left over. There's four.

Thanks a lot, Martin. Now I'm gonna get hungry at this point.

My uncle calls us both down (Me and Martin) to have a little chat. 

"What are you doing down here?" my uncle asks.
"Just watching TV" I reply.
"You going to college?" my uncle's girlfriend asks.
"Uh, no." I reply, "I'm still a Year 7".
"In intermediate?" she asks.
"Sort of..." I reply.

And the next thing you know, we're talking about colleges. And who would know what my uncle said. No, really, guess. But here's a clue. He went to Tamaki College.

Got, no, have your answer? Well, my uncle advised me to go to, and everybody say it, 3, 2, 1...

Tamaki College. Huh, should have added more feeling into that. TAMAKI COLLEGE! YEAH!

No, but, really, he did advise me to go there.

So, to my surprise, I was given chocolate, and with my brother sitting in the middle on me and my uncle's girlfriend, it was obvious he got jealous. SO, he got some, and before you know it, the packet was finished. Felt guilty eating it all, leaving nothing for Abby.

But she was probably having fun at church.

So, it was 11:00p.m. Guess what is happening? My uncle and his girlfriend are gone...outside the house, in their car. They were just...sitting there, admiring the fireworks. Bit romantic, what actually killed the moment was the fact that my uncle was on his phone. It was so bright, I saw it from upstairs, in the house!

Mum calls back, and we exchange what has currently happened to the both of us. Then she asks if Dad is at home. I say no. I ask why. "He left early," my Mum said.
"Well he hasn't come home, yet." I say,
"Okay..." my Mum says, and there's a brief silence.
"I'll just wait..." I say, breaking that short silence.

So I hung up after that, and then, just simply waited! Simple as pie. But it was late at night, what would I expect to happen?

Christmas Eve (1)

It's Christmas Eve.

It's night.

Almost 9:40p.m.

What happened at this point was Mum, Dad, and Abby going to a church Christmas Eve party. Don't know when they will actually be back, but I know it'll go through midnight and longer. Uncle's coming to check on me and Martin, I was told.

And before I knew it, they were gone. I guess SOMEONE wanted to go so badly (I'm talking about Abby), and what was I left with? Muffins. Sure, they'll get me through the night (!).

After watching the television for about 5 minutes, I decide to go upstairs, because Martin was up there by himself. Alone. In the dark. In his room. I check the windows and doors, turn the security lights on, and just to make sure, I turn off the lights downstairs. All of them. The only light left on was the upstairs one.

Upstairs, where a movie was on, I settle myself on the bed in my parents and Abby's bedroom. I start eating the muffins while I'm relaxing. Relaxing as in hearing alarming fireworks and experiencing unexpected events. Those events were the television suddenly changing the channel into static. Loud, alarming sounds ring my ears. I didn't know about Martin, but I knew about me. I could barely hear anything except muffled bangs and pops.

Later on into the night, I realise the windows in the bedroom were wide open, causing the curtains to, of course, fly in the wind. It looked like a figure gliding through the misty atmosphere.

I start to doze off the movie and then suddenly, the phone rings. I can tell it's Mum, obviously, as the phone said "Private". And usually, most "Private" calls are from Mum. So, you'll never guess...

It was Mum.

She was checking up on me and Martin, but the only fault was I could hardly hear anything from the phone. A loud background, or possibly feedback from a microphone. I asked if she'd call back because of the background noise. She said yes, and hanged up a few moments later.

I lay down, lights off, watching the movie on the television. Sad thing was, I couldn't understand the movie at all. Should've listened to the warning. Silly me.

So I changed the channel to music, and what do you know, I was hypnotized by the sounds of music through the music channels.

I look at my phone for the time. It was past 10:00p.m.

Giving my brother some muffins, most chocolate, I hear someone practically banging on the front door. I give a surprised look at Martin. He is oblivious to the noise and walks back into his bedroom in the most casual state I could imagine. Because usually he has a little move to his walk. Oh, yeah, the muffins, that's right.

I dash into Mum, Dad, and Abby's bedroom, and with no hesitation...just take a few little peeks through the curtains. There's a car outside. Gulp. There's more banging. Gulp. There's another individual that looks...oh, it's my uncle's girlfriend. That must mean...

Oh, goodness, I'll get the door...

Friday, 2 January 2015

Christmas Eve Post Promo

Here is a little visualization of the Christmas Eve post, the post to be posted on, well, watch the promo thing.

Seriously, I became bored and so this happened...