Free post #2: Unhealthy

Why do people kill themselves be eating unhealthily and not exercising? I mean we know what causes heart disease yet some people continue to eat Burger King and watch television all day. I mean some of them even have to nerve to say that they love their family. If they truly loved their family they would get off their lazy butts and eat some vegetables. The reason I care so much is that I'm just so frustrated by this relative that I have. He is a fifty year old man with a wife and one sixteen year old daughter. He eats extreme portions of food, unhealthy food that is and gets no exercise other than fixing a few things around the house when they break. His diet consists of packaged, processed foods; canned foods including the occasional corn and peas; all varieties of bad starch; soda, especially mountain dew, and sweets. His wife makes and buys all the food and I also blame her for his and their whole families’ condition. She doesn’t have the genes to be very large nor does she have the bone structure to be very large. He however is a completely different story. Their daughter inherited more of his genes when it comes to weight and she eats everything that he does. He has been fired by his cardiologist and quite frankly, if and when he has a heart attack, he will most likely die. Sorry but it's true. And the absolute worst part about it is that his wife doesn’t make real money, he supports the family and if he dies they are, pardon my expression, but screwed. His family is in major denial and if you even mention his health his wife starts panicking and says "Don’t say that!" over and over. The least she could do is recognize his problem and try to fix it but yet all she does it add to it! The one thing that really bothers me though is that they say they love each other to one another more than fifty times a day, literally. So they love one another yet they don’t care if a member of the family died? Now I’m sure that they obviously care and be sad if he did, but I mean come on, face reality. Just in case you were wondering what reality is: The man has a growing problem, it is as serious as a drug addiction, and he is going to die or end up paralyzed if he does not change his lifestyle! Nobody in my family has or ever will say anything about it but really if we loved him, we would. I believe the cost of his life is more valuable than being liked by his family. In a way I hope they see this article but in a way I hope they don't. I love my uncle but I guess I don't love him enough to save his life. In a way I understand how they can not say anything to him but my dad has those same genes and I constantly am on his case. So why can they do the same? It is so frustrating how some people have no self pride or responsibility. Did you know that his excuse for eating cookies for breakfast is that they absorb some of your stomach acid which makes you less hungry? I believed him at the time but after some research I now know its bull crap. I really hope he changes his life and body around soon or else I will be one uncle short very soon.

Chinese Civil War

The Chinese civil war lasted from April, 1927 to May, 1950. It was between the Chinese Communists and the Republic of China. The communists wanted to be more like the Soviet Union, whom they also had the support from. Many poor people backed them up as well. The nationalists [Republic of China] also known as the Kuomintang wanted to be more like the United States, whom they had support from. Many of the richer people and Chinese who lived in cities supported them. They were also backed by the United Kingdom. The Communists were lead by Mao Zedong, and the Nationalists by Chiang Kai-shek. Over one million people died in the war.

When Japan invaded China during World War 2 the two parties stopped fighting and helped each other defend the country. It wasn't long before they stated fighting again though. In 1949 the Communists finally chased the Nationalists out of the main part of China, the mainland. The Nationalists went to Taiwan and became the leaders there. Mao named China the People's Republic of China and became the leader until 1976 when he died. Both sides still dislike each other but the fighting is over.

Ghost Story

Before I moved to Hawaii, I used to live in Virginia Beach where the neighborhood was very large and each house had plenty of land. About a quarter mile down the road there was a small farm and my best friend and I would always bike down to it. Right outside of the gates in the back that kept in the horses, there was a small white house. It was more of a shack because it was clearly abandoned and looked extremely creepy.

My friend, Becca, said it was haunted but I didn't believe her. One night we decided to take a bike ride and we ended up riding past the house. We were very curious so we layed down our bikes and slowly crept over to the side window. We moved a log so we could stand on it and see in. We looked through the window and we saw many spider and cob webs. The floor was dirty and everything had dust on it. It had clearly not been in use for a long time.

Suddenly, we heard something fall over; possibly a pot or an alarm clock. We got really freaked out and held each other tightly; shivering. Just then a bright light shined out from the sides and underneath the door. It wasn't a light that you flick on or a lamp or a flashlight. It was a bright and steady whitish light. We knew it was a ghost. We screamed and ran back to our bikes as fast as our eight-year-old feet could carry us. We jumped back on and raced away, pedaling as fast as we could. When we got home we threw down our bikes and ran inside. We made sure all the doors were locked and we went to Becca's room. We turned on all the lights and got under the covers. After ten minutes or so we slowly went towards the window of her bedroom. When we finally realized nothing was coming after us, a wave of relief came and we enjoyed the rest of our night. We never went close to that house again but now that I'm older, I don’t believe it was a ghost.

Free Entry #1: Color

Color has so many shapes, forms, personalities, and attitudes. Let’s take blue for example. There's sky blue on a sunny day, soft and light, pure and clean. Small touches of white accent its beauty and flow through it like a maze.

Then there is sky blue on a stormy and rainy day, dark and mysterious, loud and angry. Large masses of dreary grey clouds fill the sky; they are sad and mad at the same time. Their whirl of emotions is shown through the strong wind that howls throughout the land. Rods of shining white lightning chase each other around the sky destroying everything they strike.

Then there is Pacific Ocean blue. It is quite clear and just the thought of it reminds me of paradise. It is cool, crisp, and refreshing. This blue is magnificent and luxurious.

Then there is Chesapeake Bay water. It is somber all day every day and has a color like polluted water. Clear jellyfish and red crabs swarm the bay. Pain and happiness are a strange mix for these waters. Kids play all kinds of water sports in it and the waves are stirred into foam white.

My story

My mom looks like Mike Tyson's ex-wife [part two]

I suppose my mom was a stylish young thing back in her day because apparently she looks like Mike Tyson's ex-wife, Robin Givens. It all started one afternoon while my mom was shopping in a store where Mike Tyson happened to be. The store had been closed down so that Mr. Tyson could do whatever he was doing but I suppose my mother didn't get the memo. As she was looking around she happened to see Mike resting against a pole, she stared for a minute to double check and to her amazement it was in fact Mike Tyson. At that very instant, Mr. Tyson awoke from his short nap and was startled to see his ex-wife staring at him. Little did he know his "ex-wife" was my mother. He bounced out of his chair, drew back, and screamed “Ahhhhjubagamihukibalaopikalaratamubi!” At that very instant my mother was turned to stone. He must have seriously disliked his ex-wife. He ran over to my statue of a mother and inspected her closely only to realize it was a look alike of his ex-wife. Then he pulled out this odd dust substance and sprinkled it over my mother and she became real or alive or human again, whatever you wish to call it. He was infuriated that someone would scare him like that so as my mother pulled herself together he demanded that she must change all the clothing in the store to boxing gloves by tomorrow morning or he would turn her to stone forever. He whistled and his unicorn came galloping in. He climbed aboard and locked the door on his way out. My mother started to cry for she knew the task of turning clothes into boxing gloves was impossible. But as she was crying an elf walked over to her and said “I can help.” My mother ignored the fact that an elf had just appeared out of thin air and replied “How? I must turn all of this clothing into boxing gloves for Mike Tyson and I shall be turned into stone if I do not.” The elf said to her “Ahh, but I am the head of safety equiptment toys for Santa and know how to make boxing gloves.” My mother replied “Out of clothing?” but the elf said to her “I am an elf, I can do anything.” My mother was overjoyed and gave the elf her Rolex watch in gratitude. The elf worked all through the night turning clothes into boxing gloves while my mother slept. When my mother awoke the next morning the elf was gone but the room was filled with boxing gloves and empty of clothes. Mr. Tyson bursted through the door a minute later and was surprised to see that she had completed his task. He let her go and many years passed.

While staying at the Kea lani hotel with her family in Maui, my mother ran into Mr. Tyson once more. We were eating at a restaurant and my little brother ran over to Mike and stared at the massive man. He had on ear phones and was bobbing his head to the beat while waiting for his meal to arrive with his wife. My mother went over to collect my brother but when she turned the corner Mike once again drew back as far as he could in his seat and screamed just as he did before. After he turned her into stone, examened her, and brought her back to life, he yelled at her: “You shall pay this time lady!” He dragged her to the hotel boutique and commanded her to convert everything in the store into boxing gloves. He locked the door and she had until the morning to complete his task. Once more she began to cry and once more the elf appeared. He said to her “I shall help you once more but you must do something for me after. You must kill Santa because I want to take his place.” My mother knew Santa was not real so she agreed. The elf worked hard all night to convert everything in the store to boxing gloves. The next morning when my mother woke up the elf was gone but he had turned every last thing, including the wall paper into boxing gloves. Mike stormed in the next morning and was amazed to see what she had done. While his mouth was hanging open in awe, she left and went to find her family. Her family thought she was crazy when she told them what happened and told her to drop the subject. They left Maui and flew back to Virginia where they lived and everything was normal for the next year. However, a few days before Christmas the elf came to our house and reminded my mother that she had agreed to kill Santa in return for him making the gloves. My mother explained to the elf that Santa was not real but the elf didn’t listen but instead pulled out a snow globe and rubbed it three times. Instantly they were transported to the North Pole and my mother saw the enormous work shop. She even caught a glimpse of Santa checking his list, she was a believer now. The elf rubbed his globe again and they were transported back into our house. The elf gave my mom a schedule of Santa’s routes and times where he would be landed and told her to get the job done before Christmas day arrived. My mother, being a good, law-abiding citizen said “No, there is no way I’m going to murder Santa!” The elf replied “We had a deal. You better kill him or else I will hurt your family.” My mother started to beg and plead with him until she found a soft spot where he agreed to not make her kill Santa if she could guess how many toys he had made in his life time by Christmas Eve. Just then he disappeared and my mom got straight to work; she had two days. She spent all night on Google trying to figure out how many toys elf’s generally make. It was extremely hard considering there are not many articles on elves. The next morning the elf rang our door bell and she guessed numbers until the elf finally told her to give up and left. She spent the whole next day trying to make calls to the North Pole and sending people out to help her figure out the number. The elf came back that night and she read off a list of numbers but the elf just shook his head for two hours and told her she might as well just kill Santa already. In a desperate attempt to know the number she followed the elf out of the door back to his cabin which was not far from our house. She heard him start to sing and went closer to hear. “Five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred toys.” over and over. It was almost some sort of melody that he kept repeating. And just before he turned out his light to go to bed, he said: "I’ve made five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred toys and that’s just too many Santa. By this time tomorrow you shall be dead because there is no way she will ever guess my number." My mom crept back to our house and went to sleep knowing her family would be safe. When the elf arrived bright and early the next morning my mother greeted him with a warm smile and led him to the living room. The number guessing began: “Twenty-seven thousand? Five hundred thousand?” When the elf heard five hundred thousand he sat up a little and became somewhat worried. Then my mother slowly said “Have you made five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred toys?” The elf leaped from his chair and screamed “No! How do you know? How do you know? No, no, no!” He was so infuriated that he ran into our kitchen, grabbed a knife and waited for Santa on the roof. It was Christmas Eve and my mother knew Santa would be arriving at our house soon. She dialed 911 and the police arrived at our house within five minutes. They climbed to our roof and cuffed the little man. The elf was eventually charged with attempted murder and sentenced to imprisonment for life. My mother lived happily ever after with her family and has never seen Mike Tyson again. Although, she has seen his boxing on television using the gloves that the little elf made so long ago. Hopefully they will not run into each other again to start off a crazy chain of events.