Bhopal (or some strange indian sounding name)

The inhumanity of some people just amazes me sometimes. Take the Bhopal incedent for example. Some small chemical manufacturing company set up a factory near Bhopal. This particular company was bought by a bigger chemical manufacturing company, called Dow. Then, soon after being bought, or else right before, I can't remember which, but probably before, this factory had one of the largest chemical spills/accidents in the world. This chemical spill was very near the city of Bhopal. Many people were killed and almost everyone was mutated, or injured, sorta like if you live near a nuclear plant, except with chemicals. So guess what Dow did to compensate for all this. They gave all the dead peoples family $500 and said "There. We've done our share. Now they just have to live with it." And, they didn't even clean up the chemicals that brought all of this around! So, as a result, people living around that area contine to die early, have mutated babies, and live in total and complete misery. But wait, it gets better. There are these people who set up a website called "the yes men". Their website looks like it's made by Dow workers, for the Dow corporation, but it is actually made by some people who... dislike Dow to say the least, and are in no way related to the Dow company. One of the major british TV stations (BBC1) thought that on... I think it's the 20th anniversary of this incident, they should invite someone from the Dow company to say how things are going in Bhopal. They, thinking that the yes men were from Dow, they invited them to come on air. Now the yes men didn't want to just go onto TV and say how horrible etc. Dow was, because they had done it before, to some other company, and it hadn't yielded very good results. So, instead when they went on air, they acted exactly as if they were Dow workers, telling everyone how wonderful Dow was etc. But here's the beuty of the plan. They then told everyone that Dow was at this very moment cleaning uptheir mess, and letting all the mutated people into top quality hosptals for free etc. Dow of course was not doing this, so when people eagerly asked people who really worked for Dow, the Dow company was forced to make a public statement on BBC1 that they were doing absoloutly nothing to help the victims or clean up the chemicals! How much more embarrasing can you get than that!


P.S. Jtsilly, could you please tell me f you are going to start checking your email soon?

**** Bush!

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I'm amazed at how long I was able to hold out, without mentioning anything about polotics in this blog! But, now you will be forced to hear my opinions on the inferiority of the american government *evil laughter*! First, I greatly dislike bush he is a complete... Well, I won't go in to that particular aspect, be cause I probably shouldn't cuss here. Second, I think the electoral college is absoloutly usless. They do nothing except deny the will of the people. Bush actually lost the popular vote, but, solely because the majority of California voted for bush, he won the electoral vote! How dumb is that! I have one more thing to moan and groan about for now. For now. The Black Hills of North Dakota. what bush did with thoses is absouloutly revolting. Ugh. First you have to know that the black hills are not a range of hills, but actually a rather large mountain range. Back in the year... 18 something the Black Hills were given to the... I think Sioux? indians, to live on and plant stuff on or whatever. The Black Hills are sacred ground to the Sioux. Now, along came bush, and early in his first term ( yes I know that was a while ago, but I'm still moaning about it, so (don't) sue me!) and he decided that he wanted to mine for oil in the Black Hills. First he tried sneaking in to mine, while hoping that the Sioux wouldn't notice. The Sioux (thankfully) noticed. So than he offered htem $1,000,000 to buy the Black Hills with. The Sioux must not have been as stupid as he thought. They didn't accept. so then he seperated every tribe of Sioux to try and starve them, and make them accept. Luckily for the U.S., they still didn't accept, and everyone got really angry at bush. Yay!

P.S.What is your email dress thomas?

sorry

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Sorry I havnt written in ages, but its right before schol now, so i'll write when I get home.

Uh.......

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NOTHING ever happens here so I'vegot nothing to write about. Sorry!

Kiowa

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Amazing as this may seem, I am actually writing not just 1 story, but 2!!!!! I'm nowhere near as far on this one, but here it is.


Kiowa boy
Prologue
Standing there. Waiting. Shining star, counting down the seconds.
“I'm gonna give you five seconds to wake up before I wake you up myself” she muttered to herself as she towered over the curled figure of her brother, swift cat. 1... 2... 3... 4... 5.
“Okay, thats it.”she took a deep breath, and- “WAKE UP ALREADY!!!!”
“I'm waking, I'm waking” swift cat groaned. He immediately turned over and stuffed his pillow onto his head. The sound of snoring emanated from somewhere deep inside him, after approximately...30 seconds.
“Fine then. Be late for school.”Shining star stomped off in exasperation. Her brother was a dreamer. And a person who slept in, way too much. Duh. He could be like a complete stranger at times, but other times, he could be like a best friend. Shining Star was obsessed with order and timeliness, whereas Swift Cat really couldn't have cared less. They were twins, but they looked, and acted so different that it was nearly impossible believe that they were even distantly related! They were a strange pair to be put in the same family.
“Brothers.”she muttered to herself as she stomped off. You can't get a single reasonable concept through their thick heads. Impossible to do anything with them.
“Brothers.”
Chapter 1
When I finally woke up, and checked the clock by my straw bed, I panicked. 8:40. School started in 10 minutes. I was going to be in trouble. Again.
“Shining Star! Why didn't you wake me earlier! You know I don't want to get into trouble again!”
“I did wake you. But you just went back to sleep”she replied dryly.
“Oh.”
Well, I figured that if I was going to be late for school anyways, I might as well sleep a little longer. Then, as Shining Star (or Sting as everyone called her, because it consisted of the beginning of her second name, and the end of her first, like so: ShinING STar. Rearange those and you get ST ING. Sting.) opened the door to leave- “Snow! It's snowing! Quite hard too! At that, a spark of hope ignited in my soul. If it was snowing hard enough, we would get the day off of school, or at least a two hour delay!
“Let's check out what they have to say about it on the TV!” I said, excited.
“No, that would wake the parents up, and you know what their like if they get woken up early!”
“Okay, so then lets turn it down low!”
“Fine, fine. No need to get so worked over it.” Sting replied. I could see that beneath her calm composure, she was as worked up as I was about it, if not more. Neither f us particularly liked school. We switched the TV on, turned it down, and watched the ribbon of schools with delays or closures going along the bottom of the screen.

Yeah, so please just email me at kata02@spl.at, to give me some good ideas if you have any, and if your thomas, please skype me or if I'm not on, e-mail me at my other address.

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story

Um... I can't think of much to say right now, but I typed the first few pages of my story, so here they are!
Dragonlife
“Y’reth! Wake up!” screamed L’nyth, my sister, as obnoxious and timely as ever. “Your going to miss the cat if y-LISTEN TO ME!” Oops. I must have “accidentally” been day-dreaming. I have a bad habit of doing that. But me, I’m a dragon, like about everyone else here, except for the cats. The cats are… well… cats (surprise of surprises). We let them live in this secluded valley in the Himalayas, and they act as the public transport. They are biiiig cats. That way everyone is happy. Well, most everybody at least. The cats keep mostly too themselves, but some are more friendly and open. Thus emerges my best friend, a young cat, Chenteyl. He’s partly my friend because we sympathize with each other. His back leg is partially crippled, so he has a slight limp, and as a result, nobody else rides him, and it doesn’t particularly help that the other cats scorn him too. I on the other hand, have a drop of elf blood in me. I got it from my mother’s-father’s-aunt’s-cousin’s-grandma, and so, I can’t fly yet. Of course, all of the other dragons taunt me about this, but it does have a few advantages. For instance, I’m faster, I can climb things (such as trees or large boulders etc.) more easily, I almost always land on my feet when jumping or falling from high places, ironically, like a cat. I’ve also perfected the fine art of just being unnoticed, and shrinking into the shadows.
Back in the present, I dashed down the stairs, carved into a branch, grabbed my lunch bag, slid down the tree, then made a wild dash for the cat stop. (unfortunately for me, I completely forgot my breakfast, consequently feeling sick until lunch, and then felling sick after lunch too, because my mom had packed me a rutabaga and liver sandwich.). I made it to the cat stop just in time, seeing how as Gentiel was just about to leave, after thoroughly searching the stop, knowing my methods, and habitual use of concealment.
“There you are!” he exclaimed, very relieved. I quickly hopped on.
“Have you had any luck with the pendant yet?” Chenteyl asked.
“What?”
“The pendant.”
“What pe-oohhhhhh.”
The pendant was something Chenteyl had found laying on the ground, half buried in muck. It was a circular shiny silver metal disk, with strange runes all runes arranged in a circle around it. In the center was a blue jewel, sometimes appearing clear as the day, and sometimes as opaque as a stone, though usually it appeared to have mists swirling over the surface, like the earth with clouds moving over it, when viewed from space.
“Nope. No luck in finding out what it’s for yet.”
“Oh well. Maybe tomorrow.”
I always wore it, on a matching silver chain around my neck, with a minor spell of concealment woven over it by my mom. I wore it mainly to please Chenteyl.
Flip. Flip. Flip. Flip. We heard the slow approach of some not-so-stealthy thing with wings. Suddenly, a huge shadow loomed over us. It got larger and nearer with every beat of it’s wings. Well, I feel no shame in saying that Chenteyl and I ran like heck up the nearest tree. We sat there shivering. The bushes right in front of us was rustling. The thing was about to step out. It stepped out of the bushes. Chenteyl and I screamed like girls. The figure then proceeded to double over with laughter, and stumble out of the shadows. It was my older sister, L’nyth. A flashlight rolled out of the bush behind her, explaining the colossal shadow that she was able to cast. She was laughing so hard, I was surprised that she was able even to roll on the ground. She was laughing so much it must have hurt . Chenteyl's face and mine simultaneously turned deep scarlet.
“I-ha ha ha- can’t believe-snicker snicker snicker- that you idiots- hee hee hee- actually fell for that”
L’nyth choked out amidst her laughter. I couldn’t understand anything else she was saying because she was laughing so much. I thought I heard something that sounded suspiciously like “boys are soooooooo stupid these days!” but I couldn’t be sure.
The rest of the day passed uneventfully, until the end of school.
“Y’reth! What is 747 divided by 34 times 562 plus 1,032 minus 423 times pie to the 7th decimal place?”my teacher demanded.
“Huh? How should I know?” I replied, snapping out of a trance.
“Look. Up.” My teacher said, deadly quiet.
There, on the black-board (that was actually green,) was the entire problem. With an answer.
“GULP”
Bbbbbbbrrrrrrrriiiiiiinnnnnnnggggggg! The bell rang just in time to save me from certain humiliation, and (another) detention. The worst part of the day isn’t school though. It’s the walk home. That’s the time when all of the others taunt me to near dea-
“Hey Y’reth! Why don’t you come up here and join us?” jeered T’lon and his cronies.
T’lon is my arch-enemy. He thinks that he’s all that just because he happens to be the descendant of the revered F’lon, the discoverer of this valley,the only place still safe from the dreaded two-legs. I know what your thinking. Why don’t you just attack the two-legs and drive them away from wherever you want to live? Because there’s so many of them. And they have genocidal weapons such as the atomic bomb, but that’s really beside the point. Anyways, F’lon is the hero of any sane dragons. And a few insane ones two, like my grand-pa. “Oooooo, does the poor little dragon not wanna come up and play?” T’lon “innocently” taunted me, exploiting my inability to fly as always. I looked around for an escape, first casually, then frantically. Then I spotted it. It was better than an escape route. It was a chance for revenge. It was a tree, that T’lon was hovering dangerously near to, while shouting his meaningless, yet hurtful taunts. While he was laughing at some extremely stupid joke one of his cronies had made, I made a dash up the tree, stopping only when I was concealed in the branches a few meters above his head. I had to work quite hard to stifle my laughter when, not noticing my disappearance, T’lon started in on jeering at thin air. He changed his expression of scorn to one of non-chalantness, to disguise his seemingly obvious embarrassment and curiosity. He commenced searching the ground, and, when he still couldn’t find me, floated upwards again, this time with an expression of… could it be?... Nervousness! He floated away from thye tree, as if noticing it’s presence for the first time, when-“YAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!” I shouted like a war cry, as I barrelled down towards T’lon headfirst. I decided then that whatever trouble I got in to for this later, it would be worth it, just for seeing T’lon’s horrified expression right now! At the last moment, just before I hit him, I flipped around, nicked his wing with my foot, and landed, cat-like, on the ground, completely unscathed. T’lon, on the other claw, had not fared so well. He landed in a groaning heap on the ground.
“Oops” I said sarcastically, as I leant over the crumpled form of T’lon, “I must have fallen out of the tree I was hiding in from “your greatness”.” Or not so greatness as the case may be.
For some un-explainable reason, during the rest of the walk home, I was extremely cheerful. Or at least until I saw L’nyth again. At home, L’nyth still had not recovered from the severe case of “laughitis” that she had contracted this morning, after scaring me and Chenteyl.
“I-*obscene laughter*-still can’t believe-*more obscene laughter*-that boys are stupid-*hysterical fits of giggles*-enough to believe that junk. Honestly-*yet more obscene laughter*-I didn’t even do a good job! *so much obscene laughter and so many fits of hysterics that it’s obvious that she is done with her line and I’m very surprised that she hasn’t choked to death yet*
After that last fit of “giggling” (understatement of the year), somehow, a playful shove happened to be aimed in my general direction. Did I mention how clumsy I am? Anyways, my clumsiness pulled through again, and I miraculously managed to trip over my own feet, which sent me sprawling into my room. And (just my luck), one of my feet managed to hit the door in the process, closing with an ominous click behind me. As I fell, I instinctively turned my shoulder towards the ground, to take the impact instead my head. Then, to my horror, the pendant, which I was wearing at the time to oblige Chenteyl, swung down, between my shoulder and the floor. It was probably the dirty work of gravity. I couldn't believe this was happening!
The crystal on the inside of the disc shattered, like a glass cup dropped onto a tile floor by a brother or sister.
“What am I gonna do? Chenteyl will kill me if he finds out! What am I gonna do? Though the chances of him finding out are zilch right now 'cause i'm locked in, and my sister definitely won't let me out, though I don't know about my parents...what am I gonna do? What am I gonna do?”
I was babbling and muttering like a crazy dragon.
“Well,” spoke a voice from somewhere behind me, “Let's think about that. You could, just possibly PUT IT BACK TOGETHER! Duh!”
Please give me some more ideas! I have another... at least 10 to type, but any ieas would still be welcome! Oh yeah, and sorry for leaving you hanging, but I will tell you that this is not just a story about an average day in the life if (insert name here) Thanks!

Finally back from a long horrible day at school

Aren't these just great photos? the one on the bottom was "painted" by my sister Elena (age 6, and definatly not the best artist in the world), and the one on the top is a picture of our cat.(Yay cats! Cats are way better than dogs!) He looks almost exactly like a maine-coon, but, amazing as it may seem, he's actually a tabby! I'm writing a book right now, and-wait. before I go on, finish laughing at the ridiculosity of a 12 year old writing a novel-It's actually doing reasonably well-in my, my parents', and my English teacher's opinion. If you have any advice for me, PPPPPLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSEEEEE email it to me. My email should be somewhere on this page.
Thanks!

Nearly time to go to school

Sigh. Mom is insiting that I keep this short so that I can get to school on time. I'm really bored here and sorta cluesless on what to do without any friends. Please email me with some ideas! Please!