tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86530329571608769652024-02-08T07:21:27.809-08:00Luis' Awesome BlogLuishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17349864664922337052noreply@blogger.comBlogger23125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8653032957160876965.post-56050898707848832442012-05-21T06:51:00.002-07:002012-05-21T07:00:05.987-07:00ll: The Final<div style="color: white;">
<span id="internal-source-marker_0.46445797122954413" style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> “OK, Mr Thomas where is the code.”
A clean looking man with a big untrimmed mustache loudly speaks to me in a bad tone. “I
don't know what you are talking about!” I shout out. Then I feel the sensation
of electricity running through my nerves and I lash a terrible shout of misery.
I start sobbing and I hear the same voice again “Where is the code!” He yells
out at me. “Don’t yell at me like that or I....” I stop my sentence because he
aims at me with a pistol. “OK lets try that again” he says sarcastically. I know
he is being serious. ‘Thomas, The reason why you are here is because your parents
knew a code to an unlimited number of money.” </span></div>
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next day I was let free but I have the feeling that I'm still being watched. by
some sniper or some spy. I got on an old city bus and took a trip back home. On the
way home some old man kept staring at me, he might be some spy or just some noisy person. I suppose the guys sent him to
spy on me. When I arrived home I saw a white letter sticking out my old beaten, paint peeled, mailbox. Its just another bill I said in my head so I left the letter. I went up
the sidewalk to my house which is filled with holes and weeds poking through the
cracked cement.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> I walked slowly to my door and then with caution I
slowly twisted the doorknob waiting knowing some bomb will go off. But there was big kaboom so I knew I made it home safe. So with my whole body ready to fall dead on the floor, I forget to close the front door. So I I threw my lifeless, tired body on the floor. When minutes pass by, I drift into a deep sleep.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> RINGGG,
RINGGG, RINGGG! At first I thought it was a bomb or something that had just went off.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">But when I fully wake up I noticed it was a missing call. It was on my iphone. I gripped the phone and pressed the home button. I expect the bomb to go off but <i>again there was no boom.</i> So as soon I swiped the bar, Suddenly I was knocked down by some powerful blast. I was pretty sure that I was more than alive and then I started to process what had just happened. "They switched out my iphone with a rigged one!" I was very frustrated and I couldn't live with being in denial so with no injuries, I got back up and sprinted towards my so called 'car'. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> I drove for minutes until I saw the old run down factory. I got out my 'car' and with my head about to explode with such anger, I fiercely walked up to one of the windows and busted it out with my own bare fist. Yes, I was really that mad that I was going overboard with my actions. I climbed in the now windowless frame and I entered this old room. The room was covered in dust, with a small sliver of light escaping through the curtains, and with tons papers spread out through the whole floor."OK I had enough!" I screamed out of my lungs until no air remained. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-size: 15px;"> My moment was ended when the guy with the big untrimmed mustache literally comes out of nowhere. He claps his hands showing some what kindness. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-size: 15px;"> "Mr Thomas You came back to visit us!" He said in a sarcastic way. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-size: 15px;"> "OK shut up im tired of your sarcasm" I shouted violently towards him. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-size: 15px;"> "You might not want to that again." After finishing that comment he gave me a sign to took at our right. There I spotted two big built guys with some assault riffles. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-size: 15px;"> "As you see my guys are ready to fire if you dare to escape or do if you do something else stupid, got that?</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-size: 15px;"> "OK, what do you want from me? Cash, the code, just take it you can have it!" </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-size: 15px;"> "Thomas when I work with my clients, I like to work out deals. I make sure my client gets money and that I also get a share."</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-size: 15px;"> "OK so its like a buisness." I ask confused</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-size: 15px;"> "Exactly. But if you do anything stupid I will make sure you will be assassinated with my own hands"</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-size: 15px;"> There I was the next day walking to a nearby Wells Fargo to obtain some money. When I got there there was a big built guard carrying a shotgun with a ballistic vest on. When I walked up to the front doors I kindly greet him and he returns a greet also. I push the glass doors open and a sudden blast of arctic air was released. On a humid summer like this, this is the best feeling in the world. Later I am greeted by some nice cashiers that were happy to assist me. I walked up to this cashier, she had a gentle voice. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-size: 15px;"> "Yeah so my parents died and told me to come and they gave me this code for some cash." I told her.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-size: 15px;"> "Yes sir, just give me the code so I can authorize it" As she said in her nice, gentle voice.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-size: 15px;"> "Yeah it's 4572386435834784783437834p"</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-size: 15px;"> "OK! There you go its completed. How much would you like to withdraw?"</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-size: 15px;"> "1 million dollars"</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-size: 15px;"> For a second she stared at he like if being serious. I later convinced her that I was going to give it some charity that was in need of money. She somehow believed he and she gave he the money. On thing that I found strange about that day was that she kept staring at me as I left. <i>Right there I knew I started my life as a Millionaire</i>.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-size: 15px;"><u>Meanwhile</u><i> </i></span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-size: 15px;"><i> </i> "Sir, I literally just gave this guy 1 million dollars. But he acted very weird so.... yeah."</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-size: 15px;"> " Well thanks for the tip, we will make sure this guy is legit and not some fake trying to steal our valuable assets "</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-size: 15px;">The phone line dies.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-size: 15px;"> "Thomas your the best!" As the big untrimmed mustache guy goes crazy over the checked I gave him. I really did impress this guy with the amount of zeros on the check that I presented to him. At the same time I felt a huge volume of guilt building inside my body. He just kept thanking me with much grace, like if I saved his very own life from the very own hands of death. After some time his state of mind came back and his enjoyment decreased rapidly. Now He demanded me to go out and start making big withdraws from local Wells Fargo's around the area. I think I just started I life as a thug. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-size: 15px;"> Days has passed, with me mostly withdrawing huge sums of money.It was all going great until one day, I was withdrawing money at this Wells Fargo that was across the state. I remember the day, still crystal clear in my mind. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-size: 15px;"> I arrived to the small styled, colonial bank at some city, probably in some old colonial styled city. I felt like every step I took I felt like I was being fallowed and stalked by someone or something. I shook it off because I thought I was over reacting so I decided to calm down. My whole life changed when I heard alarms and a loud voice shouting towards me."Get Down with your hands down!" That's what I did put my hands in the air and stood there like an idiot.</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-size: 15px;"> There you go that's the end to my twisted story. </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> It was the year 2006 and I was about 19 years old with no clear future, whatsoever. My life was a downfall at the time. My parents died within 2 months and my only brother Jake was killed in Afghanistan by a hostile attack. With that my life was emotionally damage and it was too much to handle. Today I woke up see the birds chirping some annoying tune that brings anger to my life. Then I stumbled to the kitchen with a vein popping headache, from drinking too much the night before. Anyways I walk to the kitchen trying to recall the events of last night. Then suddenly my phone starts to ring out some annoying tune. With no care I pick up the phone. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> “Ehh is this thomas?” A dark low voice came from the other end.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">“Yeah, what do you need?” I said while trembling.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> “You need to come down to Harrison road and stop by the Old Comic factory with broken windows panels and with crackling paint. Ok You got that?” He said in a hostile way.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> Before I can say something the phone line went dead. So I try to puzzle what had just happened. I don’t know the other voice on the other line because his voice was all deformed. He told me to go to the Old Comic Factory which is mostly used by gangs as hide outs or used to store high dollar drugs. Also the factory is located in the slummy part of Kirksville, so it tells everything.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> Ok its 15 minutes till 7, I think I should go and start getting ready. I slowly put on a threadbare T shirt with several coffee stains, that looks like I got it from a dumpster. Later I put on an old pair of Nikes with a faded swoosh symbol. “Ok thomas don't do anything stupid or you be killed” I said silently. With that I walk over to the door and I slowly turn the knob. I take one small step and suddenly two guys with black suits approach me! With great fear I try to run away but I then feel a great number of pain being put in my body. I quickly fall on the gravel and then I start to black out. ‘We explain later” I heard one of the men say. Seconds later I fully black out.</span><br />
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<span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 24px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">To be continued </span></span>Luishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17349864664922337052noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8653032957160876965.post-91336533835065876092012-04-18T07:26:00.000-07:002012-04-18T07:26:12.372-07:00Hunger Games Review The Hunger Games was a story turning, action packed movie. It includes most of the stuff from the book but it left out some important information. In the book it includes great details about each caracter, in the movie it really didnt show how important the people are.<br />
The scence about Katniss and Peeta finding true love in the cave went by fast in the movie. Many movie watchers didnt really see total value in the scence but if you read the book it was like the most important piece of the book.The book said that Katniss and Peeta were like true love, but in the movie it really didnt show that connection.<br />
Overall the movie was great. Before you see the movie, you HAVE to read the book. With that you can understand more and get a better interpretation of the whole movieLuishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17349864664922337052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8653032957160876965.post-62034899166008730132012-03-30T06:29:00.002-07:002012-03-30T06:29:43.623-07:00I am The Messenger Blog OutMany things have happened to Ed (Main chararcter) Ever sence the card. He has meet new people and learned about thier backgrounds and some pain that they are feeling. To me this book awesome, the way the author makes Ed talk in a notcaring voice, makes the book even more different than others books I read.Luishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17349864664922337052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8653032957160876965.post-37152604235087039262012-03-20T06:47:00.000-07:002012-03-22T07:23:23.781-07:00If I Could Change The world<span id="internal-source-marker_0.9500582480511863" style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: white;">People’s banks accounts would be filled with endless money like a lakebed filled with a great mass of water</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: white;">My favorite pair of shoes will never be worn down </span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="color: white;">That education was free and all the unfortunate people can take part</span></span></div>
<span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span></span><br /><div dir="ltr" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;">
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"><em><span style="color: white;"> These are some great ideas, only if someone would make this happen</span></em></span></div>Luishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17349864664922337052noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8653032957160876965.post-31682219649627357542012-03-09T07:26:00.001-08:002012-03-09T07:26:14.395-08:00Figurative Language<a href="http://www.piclits.com/viewpoem.aspx?PoemId=147826"><img alt="PicLit from PicLits.com" src="http://www.piclits.com/piclit-image/0/147/147826.png" style="background-image: url("http://www.piclits.com/assets/images/piclit-thumb-background.png"); background-repeat: no-repeat; padding: 31px 8px 15px 10px;" suppress-context-menu="true" /></a><br />
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The first one is an example of personification. I said the walls Speaks to me, but that really cant happen. Luishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17349864664922337052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8653032957160876965.post-55845942783565536502012-03-01T07:16:00.003-08:002012-05-30T07:01:07.111-07:00Why?<span id="internal-source-marker_0.7856466727363641" style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> Hi, my name is Frank but I get called 37985675 by the state, the people who own me. I am being currently charged with the murders of four people. This is not fair, I couldn’t save all my friends from getting killed. Right now I don’t care about charges and what the law says. I am happy because I revenged my best friends.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> It was another holiday at the Airport. I really don't feel like going to work because I want spend my time at home with the guys and do stuff with my family. Well that's behind me, now I am going to work. I arrived at the garage were many of the employees get checked if they have weapons or some type of device. Ever since the terrorist attack on the World Trade Center nobody can be trusted. When I arrived at the gates to the underground parking lot a was stopped and scanned by a couple of lazy guards that always were sitting and playing cards. This needs to be changed because some massacre can happen or something of that nature.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> With tiredness I got out out of my car and dragged my self to the employee locker room and meet my “brothers”. I meet Joe, Gary and Frank. I known them since the beginning of time. We exchange some quick words and I went to pick up my gear. My gear was stored in a rusty locker with a barley working lock, that was issued by the airport. Inside is where the heart of my job lies, my black custom made bullet proof vest and my trusty 12 gauge shotgun, in case some thing happens. With this I feel secured at all times.</span><br />
<span style="color: white;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Meanwhile</span></span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> “Alright Georgio, make sure the bombs go off at exactly when we tell you. seven are located at the main terminal, one at Burger Town, two in the bookstore and many more.”</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> Alright I think I'm going to the Airport’s Burger Town for my break. My boss agreed and I went off. On my way I saw a pair of men walking in high class clothing with large sports bags. Weird but whatever bunch of different types of people come through here. “Alright NOW!” Everyone stared with confusion when one of the guys yelled. Quickly I heard sounds of gunshots, screaming people dieing and then a heard I tremendous explosion that knocked me of my feet. After that I blacked out.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> What, Where I asked my self when I started to regain my feelings. The only thing alive around me was only me and the sight of falling ash. “Georgio, make sure nobody is alive!” one man said. With this I pretended to play dead. I heard the heavy boots approach me and I felt my heart beating faster and faster, then I heard no more foot steps. They were gone. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> There I was tripping after each trip and I was quickly bleeding out. I felt much pain inside of me, the fear that all my friends had died in the massacre. I desperately placed my charred hand on my wound trying to stop the gushing blood. Minutes After I stood up trying to call for help.There I was, afraid and scared, staring at once was burger town. Now of what is left is pieces of burnt wood and twisted steel. Then I saw something that had me want to throw up.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: transparent; color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> There they were hopeless lieing there, shot multiple times. In anger and sadness I fell on my knees and cried. After my eyes were dried up I grabbed a blanket and covered there bodies. “Why, Why, Why them.” I yelled at the top of my lungs. There at that moment I wanted to seek revenge. </span><br />
<span style="color: black;"><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">(There will be a second part that will finish the story)</span></span>Luishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17349864664922337052noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8653032957160876965.post-86773970515901515812012-02-23T07:24:00.001-08:002012-02-27T06:51:43.965-08:00ELA Reflection<u>My top 3 post are:</u> <a href="http://luis-thesombreroblog.blogspot.com/2012/02/suvive.html" target="_blank">Survive.</a><br />
<a href="http://luis-thesombreroblog.blogspot.com/2012/02/day-i-tried-to-esacpe-games.html" target="_blank">The Day I Tried To Escape The Games</a><br />
<a href="http://luis-thesombreroblog.blogspot.com/2012/01/how-trip-changed-life.html" target="_blank">Changing A Life</a><br />
<u>My Best Example of Creativity</u> is my post "Survive". The reason why is because I really got carried away at trying to put a vivd image in my reader's mind.<br />
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<u>Evidence of My Growth As A Writer</u> is my post "Survive". I got better at using better words to describe.<br />
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<u>Proof I am A Thinker</u> is the blogpost "Changing A Life". This is the first time I really used creative ideas and connected it to the real world.<br />
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<br />Luishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17349864664922337052noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8653032957160876965.post-991416664284319762012-02-15T07:22:00.000-08:002012-02-15T07:23:30.532-08:00Suvive.<span id="internal-source-marker_0.8596596877282688" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> <span style="color: white;"> Here I am again. All
lonely here in a world built for Billions of people but only one
inhabits it. Everyday I miss my family and all the great times we had
spent. But look at me now, I have gone crazy and had died emotionally
inside. Ever sense the whole world has started to die off the whole
population has been wiped off the earth. Now let me start at the time
before the virus broke out and killed the whole population.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">
It was the year of 2035, the year was still fresh in my mind. That
was the year that the whole world started to go crazy because of the
latest headlines. At the time I was 15, schools couldn't be accessed
because many students were infected and the virus can be quickly spread
by just simply talking. I was one of the lucky ones because My brother
worked at the government lab at Boston that was preparing to ship out
mass numbers of medicine. He took advantage of this and he stole a crate
full. When he came home he had a such a happy expression on his face
and I knew what that meant.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> We opened a black
market business at a black market in the outskirts of Boston. We sold
the stolen medicine trying to get enough money to get a flight to, New
Franklin, that was created by the government created to house several
important people. Months past and I left the place and I left the place
to my brother. Later that day the government raided the place and shot
the poor guy, basically </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">I </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">made
it out in time. Good thing I kept some bottles to my self. There I was
all alone.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> Man, I'm not going to lie but I cried my
eyes out because of my brother’s death. I don't have time to cry, I need
to keep on going on live up the family name. I came to a choice that I
will go to New Franklin, no matter what it takes and nothing will stop
me. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> It was the summer of the year 2037. The
World population has fallen flat to a population of 2 billion. Yeah two
years before the population was 7 billion. Well we all know what killed
the population. After government got the shock many women were forced to
go to hospitals to get pregnant, trying to build up our population back
up. Many people got angry and started to loot and burn places down in
response to that. I decided to go with the grain and loot some several
items from stores. When I get the money from the profits, I put it under
my shoe because there is no such thing as banks now in days.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">
Several weeks pass and many people have started to use violence in
their never ending protests trying to get the national view. In response
the government laid of the whole budget for the whole police force
because they thought there was no point in stopping the never ending
protest. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> The next day woke up to the sound of
multiple gunshots and screams. In shock I quickly grabbed my old
brother’s jacket and grabbed a random pair of jeans and quickly headed
outside to see what was happening. What I saw was unbelievable. There
was big splats of blood on the streets and dozens of government
officials lying lifeless on the streets. There was an uprising taken
place right in front of me.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"> With this it
convinced me to go back to my apartment and quickly get my stuff and
flee the place. On my way out I saw a disturbing sence. There was this
strong muscular man that was going crazy (maybe because of the virus)
pointing a small brown compact pistol at some random person’s head and
he was shouting “Please... spare my life... I give you anything... just
name it.” the random guy said hopefully. His mournful cries ended with a
sound of a bullet. Man! What has this world turned to! I understand but
whats with killing people just for fun.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">
It was the spring of 2038 and things have not gotten better. More and
more are dieing off. WHO (World Health Organization) has sent their
quarterly report to the government and the world population has hit
under the 10 million mark. With this, world governments have come to a
choice to just simply shut down government operations. The president
made a formal announcement on one of the big screens in time square
stating that the United States of America has had a good run by now its
closing its doors for good. For the fallowing days also many countries
have also sent messages about their countries also getting shut down. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">
For weeks there is nothing but vacant buildings and the sound of wind
flowing through my ears. There is no sign of human activity so I
decided to scrap my former plans and to just find some city to call my
own. Past Rumors are said that the City of Atlanta is empty has many
resources like food and abandoned housing.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">
That's were I am now, living in the roots of Atlanta. This area is just
full of gloomy and dead feelings combined in one. On the daily basis I
see old rotted steel carcasses of cars and once thriving communities
turned into a wastelands of junk and the former foundations of houses.
Everyday I go out and see what I can savage from water to food, to
anything. Presence of former life here just haunts my imagination
everyday. Its a really terrible feeling that is eating apart of
me.Everyday I ponder this unanswered question: </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">Why
was I chosen to be one of the last alive and to suffer with this awful
pain?</span></div>Luishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17349864664922337052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8653032957160876965.post-33263422419488805322012-02-01T17:31:00.000-08:002012-02-02T06:41:31.163-08:00The Day I Tried To Esacpe The Games<span id="internal-source-marker_0.8734167124760933" style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">
<span style="color: white;"> In the clear Summer sky there is something as size of a speck
wondering around in the sky . That Speck is a small military private
plane that will be sending five people to their graves. The people on
the plane are in their mid 20’s to 30’s ready to face starvation and
anxiety. Some of the people are just straight out crying or trying to
conceal the falling tears.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">
Besides the crying the pilot is a really getting annoying. The pilot
of the plane is named Brain Johnson. He really has a good reputation of
making jokes at a really bad time. He actually laughed when he saw the
dead body of his friend at a funeral, yeah disturbing. Anyways back to
the story. That’s how it was for the rest of the flight, just hearing
people cry or hearing truck loads Brains dumb jokes.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">
“We have arrived to your graves” said Brain. We are above of what was
New York City. In school I learned that this place was attacked by
Russia and Korea during 2025 in order to expand their never ending
empires. Of what was left was a vacant New York City. Below us we notice
a once thriving community that was once know as Times Square, has been
replace with wildlife and thick patches of grass and rioting
advertisement. Companies that I never knew heard of like Coca Cola and
Apple had numerous advertisements posted every where. Wow, how I
imagined a city of Millions of people fleeing this iconic place during
the first days of war. Sky scrappers that used to make up the infamous
NYC skyline has been eroded and partly destroyed by mostly Russia in WW3
. Other than that its just full of old Russian, Korean and American
tanks. Everybody noticed that one part of the city has been cleared out
in order to setup several high-tech equipment . A tall bright red radio
tower, a field satellites, and power generators that can power the
capital of New Washington DC, have been installed to make sure the show
goes on smoothly.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">
When we made touchdown at what was a runaway but now that was reduce
to a cobbed road. Later everybody started to think about all the money
they can win and all the fame they will get. Man the thought of money
just gets wants me to go and </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">kill</span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">. </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">
Soon enough we all abandoned the small crowded plane and started to
let the atmosphere sink in. While everyone was talking to each other
about first impressions of the island, a muscular man with a pair of
Threadbare Jeans, White T-shirt, and jagged sandals came out of a
trailer. He introduced us to the former city of New York city and then
revealed that he was the host of the show. He looked real enough so we
trusted him.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">
The muscular guy that will be our host, prefers that we call him Cray.
He has a very polite and gentle personality that he can work at a
Nursery. He made all of us talk to each other and get to know each
other. So I went over to meet this guy in his late 20’s, he had glasses
and jet black hair with grease. He told me that he worked for the
government working in the mutations lab in the capital city New
Washington DC . Ohhh, how I hated the government. On how they never
care about the people. Maybe that's why the stock market completely
crashed and why gas is thirty-six dollars per gallon . But most of all,
why I hate the government over everything is that they made us five
participate In the games.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">
Soon enough the sun sink into the barren asphalt and we were made to
find shelter of some sort. All five of us made a two week act that
allows no one to kill another. We split up into two groups the
scavengers and the hunters, I was put in the scavenger group. I was told
to look for helpful items through out vacant offices and apartments.
With out a groan I agreed. While I was searching for supplies I
approached of what was a grand building with over sized letters that
spelled out </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">New York Stock Exchange, </span><span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">without
a second thought I approached the building with great fear. I saw at
what was the former flag of the United States of America, but beside of
it was the Great Republic Nations of Great Russia flag. My Grandfather
once told me he fought in WW3, in order to keep America free but we all
now what happened. Inside I found nothing but dinosaur age equipment
called computers. I found no use so of this stuff so I headed back
outside.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">
HELP! Wait I know that voice its on of our teammates. I sounded
strange but at the same time it sounded real so I quickly grabbed my
tools and gear and try to run where the source of the sound. Five
minutes into my journey and I heard what sounded to be a group of men
marching the city. In surprise I quickly hid in an old yellow sun
powered taxi covered in a layer of dust. “OK we need the quickly end the
games but how? “In a big bang!” By the sounds of their voices I can
tell they were desperate and in a hurry. Later I started to think how
can they blow up the whole city? For hours I thought of the answer. I
know! When the Russians invaded NYC they planted under water and land
mines and some of the mines are still around and they can be activated
by simply stepping on one. But there might be tons of them thought the
city so I now know my next step: to escape the games.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">
After I saw the men leave from sight I quickly made I run for it
hoping to escape this nightmare. I heard that there is a secret city
across the Brooklyn Stalin bridge and the people who live there are a
couple refugees from the war with Russia. I scanned around for bridges
until my eyes settles of what was the remains of the Brooklyn Stalin
Bridge. With excitement I ran as fast as I could toward the remains. It
was all fun and games into a see a couple of soldiers marching viciously
towards me.</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;">
“You dirty human! Do you know what you are doing bloody fool?!” one of
the soldiers said with a unease tone . With anger I erupted and did one
thing that I man should never do, is to spit on a soldier. He started
at me with his empty eyes of death. “Shoot that fool and make sure he
never leaves this place.” he said without care. As if I knew, one of the
soldiers pulled out a standard army pistol and pointed it to my head.
“So you now what happens next? ...Cliffhanger.....</span></div>Luishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17349864664922337052noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8653032957160876965.post-9977757764987549112012-01-10T07:22:00.000-08:002012-02-27T06:52:12.180-08:00Changing A Life It was a warm tropic summer enough to make you clench with thirst. When we arrived all my family was relived that we arrived. We quickly flagged down a taxi and departed. When all this was happening I was a kid still thinking life is a game and if you did something wrong you can simply press RESTART.<br />
On the way to our destination, I enjoyed looking at all the bright colored Spanish styled houses along the coastlines. Soon after that we passed through thick patches of forest, you couldn't really hear nature because we probably drove them away with the sounds of our engine. I mostly spent the whole time fighting with my sisters.<br />
Soon enough we arrived to my Dad's hometown. It was I was like a Mexican version of Kannapolis because it isn't a big city but a good number of people lived there. I was amazed by how much people there was at the heart of the town. Families enjoying time with each other, people having interesting conversions and so on. The look on may dad's face was priceless when he saw his family, it was like a soldier gone at war and finally coming back home.<br />
The house where we will be staying at was beautifully done. It was stucco covered with a slight tan color with pumpkin colored tiles, enough to fool a kid to make him think that the house was an oversize pumpkin. Inside it had 4 Mid rooms, living room, kitchen, and all that stuff.I was surprised that there is no drywall but the walls were a hard out of clay/cement, just like your typical Mid Eastern Mexican house will be.<br />
The fallowing afternoon we meet with other family members and that we didn't talk to in countless years. All from uncles to cousins I was told countless stories of my really early childhood. Some Uncles I have all like professors and teachers at Universities and they always are giving me tips like "never quit", "don't stop because of one mistake", etc. .That just kept on happening until the sun sunk in the horizon of the Earth.<br />
There is one uncle that especially caught my interest, is my uncle Fransisco. He is that type of person that never gets an attitude and seems that nothing brings him down.<br />
One Summer afternoon My uncle, dad, and left to go do some quick errands. My uncle and dad were having a conversion about some topic probably about politics or something of that nature. I was dozing off until he brought me into the conversion by asking "So how is school?". I simply responded "good". It went on like that for a good while. Then he said "Did you think life is not easy is it sounds like?" I said "Really, so if I want something I will have to work hard for it?" "Exactly" After that my dad took him back into another one of his long day conversions.<br />
<i> "Did think you life is not easy is it sounds like?" </i>That one little phrase was jammed in my head for the rest of the day. As a kid I just decided to let it go and just went on with life.<br />
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At first I thought when I saw the title "Tell Tale Hearts" it sounded like some Japanese Cartoon, but it was really about a man that has been vexed by an old man's eye and somehow kills him. When I read the story a couple of times, I later got a deeper understanding of the book. One of those deep understandings is that I figured out the theme of the book. The theme of the book is<i> "If U know you did something awful, you will haunted with that memory until you admit the truth"- Luis Carmona</i> It ties in because the killer was getting vexed by a beating heart and later he couldn't handle it and he ripped the floor planks up. In the comic the killer had a mustache, in old time cartoons the person with the mustache is most likely the killer or a suspect.<br />
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In the Wilderness you can easily could have died if you didn't have any sort of strategy. Hamitch told Peeta and Katniss to not go to do the cornucopia when the gong rang, but to run of to the dense woods and find a source of water as soon as possible. This basic strategy helped keep Peeta and Katniss live throughout the Hunger Games without dieing. Another Skill is to find your way to safety, it can easily save your life also. Take This Scene: A man that is up camping a tree vs. A man camping on the ground with no protection, we can easily tell who is going to last longer.<br />
Overall the most important tool is your mind.
Trapping and Snaring can be an easy source to find and trap food. First of all you need to know what to trap and not to catch, Katniss knew somewhat about what is safe and what was not safe because her mother was an apothecary. When Many tributes died by eating stuff their not supposed to eat, Katniss was smart enough and knew what to eat and not to eat. The most important tip to snaring is not to alarm the prey by leaving clues to your snare/trap. If you let an animal know where your snare/trap is that animal will most likely not go in that direction.<br />
Effective Use of Camouflage clothing in the wilderness can also effect the results of you living or dieing. Camouflage can be simple as covering your self with the the things in your area like pine cones,leaves,mud,etc. In the Hunger Games the setting was a mixture of two settings: A meadow with a large lake and a thick forest. When Katniss went hunting or spying, she often hid in bushes and tried to muffle the sound of her footsteps.<br />
If you fallow this top 5 tips for Wilderness Survival you have a big chance of surviving. Build shelter, shelter can be easy as sleeping up in a tree or an abandoned cave. In the Hunger Games, when Peeta was bleeding out he quickly found a near by cave and camped their. You can be like Katniss when she found a willow tree for shelter. Study the weather around you, In the arena the Gamemakers often changed the Heat rapidly and rapidly drop down the weather to bone chilling temperatures. Water is the most critical tool for your body. Katniss was dieing for thirst until she a found a quaint source a water: a small pond of mud. The most major tool is staying calm, no matter what. Peeta and Katniss were losing their minds, but somehow they calmed down and headed for one goal: To win the Hunger Games, together.
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Falk, Erik C. "Alone in the Wilderness." Wilderness Survival Skills for Safe Wilderness Travel. Web. 07 Dec. 2011. <http: alone-in-the-wilderness.html="" www.wilderness-survival-skills.com="">.
Thomas, John A. "Effective Use Of Camouflage Clothing In Wilderness Survival." Article Dashboard Directory | Submit Articles | Search Find Free Content | Author Submission. Web. 06 Dec. 2011. <http: 1764180="" article="" effective-use-of-camouflage-clothing-in-wilderness-survival="" www.articledashboard.com="">.
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</u>In this Project I was trying to show Katniss' Crucial moments during the book. During this project my mind changed about characters. Like when I was reading the book I thought Peeta was Selfish, lair, etc. But during the project my thoughts about Peeta Changed, now I think he is not really selfish because he saved Katniss' Life two times. Mostly my thoughts changed about Characters during the creation of this project.<br />
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I cant believe that katniss put Peeta to sleep by giving him sleep
medicine. I think that it was a good idea to "drug" Peeta for she can go
to the Cornucopia without Peeta fallowing her. Maybe after this Katniss
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win the Hunger Games<span style="font-size: xx-small;"> </span>Luishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17349864664922337052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8653032957160876965.post-82370948855829261782011-10-27T07:13:00.000-07:002011-10-27T07:18:22.236-07:00Chapter 18 ResponseChapter 18 was a really big head turner. The 2nd biggest thing that happened was when Rue died.I cant believe that Rue died. Now that Rue is dead, Katniss tries to go alone tries to live long long and win. I think the biggest motivation that Katniss has is thinking about Prim. But the biggest shocker of the chapter was that the game makers changed the rules. Those rules are if two tributes are still alive and they are in the same district, both of them automatically win. Now I think Katniss should quickly find Peeta, if she can find him..........Luishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17349864664922337052noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8653032957160876965.post-51336537026593017402011-10-20T07:19:00.000-07:002011-10-20T07:20:53.429-07:00Hunger Games Chapter 14 ResponseMany things happened in chapter 14.The first was that Katniss was spotted by other career tributes. I thought when career tributes spotted Katniss they will kill her instantly. But instead they didn't kill Katniss. Katniss made a wise choice by making tracker jays fallow and kill the career tributes that were camping right below her, I would have done the same thing also. I think that will be the only time Katniss will actually kill a tribute in the Hunger Games. Something that surprised me is that when Peeta meet Katniss, he let Katniss go instead of killing her.I think Peeta is actually on Katniss' side because that was his moment to kill Katniss but instead he spared Katniss' life. Do you think Peeta will later betray Katniss? Luishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17349864664922337052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8653032957160876965.post-49736394310337718682011-10-14T06:53:00.000-07:002011-10-14T06:53:09.773-07:00Hunger Games Strategy There are many strategies to win the The Hunger Games. One way that I think will be efficient is not going to the cornucopia when the gong goes off, it will be a bloodbath. Next I will find a source of water that no tribute will find, after I had found that water source I will heavy protect it for a day or two. After that I will venture more into the dense woods and find much needed resources like water, food, etc. If I find a tribute on the way that is unprotected or if he/she had an emotional breakdown, I will force that person to join my "group" or I will have to that person. And if we don't find anybody else to kill, i will betray that person and kill them. After that I will go on my own and kill anyone who crosses paths with me.That is my strategy to win the Hunger Games. Luishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17349864664922337052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8653032957160876965.post-6423572984672070762011-09-30T06:11:00.000-07:002011-09-30T06:11:02.031-07:00Fairness of Society I think our current society is not fair. There are alot of rich people that live with high cost cars and houses enough to fit a family of 30. In this world there is also another class of people, those are the poor people. Many poor people barely make enough money for food, clothing, the rent, and transportation. The rich people who have multi-million companies should think about helping the poor. Many rich people control poor people lives. Rich people can buy the poor people's houses or small local business and destroy them to build retail outlets, big houses, a new muti-million office, etc. What my point is that many rich people control poor peoples live's by their money and power which is not fair for society. Luishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17349864664922337052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8653032957160876965.post-69501142741464494022011-09-20T06:53:00.000-07:002011-09-20T06:53:34.526-07:00My Perfect WorldMy perfect world would have alot of different features than the world we live in today aka "the real world". My perfect world would have no such thing as government, currency, poverty, diseases, and more things that have a deep negitive imapact on society. If governments were not present there would be no wars, conflicts,and revoultions. Nobody will have to live with a poor background, like delaing a rare disease or living in complete poverty. 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