Excuses.

30 06 2009

To be perfectly honest I hate people who make excues for themself.

Today during The BIGGEST LOSER, this pair made excuses to notfinish the challange when they lost. But the thing is even the two other pairs did not win but they still finished their challange. Finish what you started. No matter ho hard, difficult or time consuming it is.

Also, I was helping out some friends with their school play today. Many made excuses that they were nervous and couldnt do as instructed. I pulled them apart and worked one on one. The shy one that had a chunk of lines could do it more easily than he previously did and the other could beat box ( which is so cool) and he did not want to do it cause it was ’embarrasing’. He ended up doing as suggested after he beat boxed for 36 seconds straight. He kept saying he could not. But he did! sigh….

excuses. a trick of the mind to tell you that you cant.





A tribute to the King of Pop

26 06 2009

Dear Mr. Jackson,

I am very sorry to hear the sad news. I hope you have lead a very fulfilling life, sir. I thought that you should know that just last year for Halloween, I dressed up as you.

I think you should be very honoured that some consider you the king of pop. There are many girls who have been given the title ‘Pop Princess’ but you were given the ultimate title in my opinion. King of Pop. I bet you are sitting right next to Elvis, the King of Rock ‘n’ Roll. Did you know he did not live that long either? Kings only live their reign for a short time. Hmmm..

Anyways, when you were younger ( and black) you were so cool, such an inspiration to many. I was not a huge fan but as I grew up, I appreciated your music and talents more and I just loved the way you tried crazy stuff and your videos were really, truely amazing to me.

Sadly to say, my ‘pop hero’ did not last long, sir. You might have had a mental break down or something. I am not too sure but then my pop hero died. Not literally but from the inside out. Your music was still good and great but your image, your look, you changed. I dont know what was going through your mind sir, but I believe a lot of people lost MJ.

So sir, I hope before your life ended you found the MJ we lost. I hope you did.

Signed

Cheyenne





Movie Review: Transformers 2, the revenge of the fallen

24 06 2009

Everyone should do like  Shia LaBeouf and Megan Fox and run to your closest cinema now. This is one of the best secquels to a show ever. Filled with action, romance, family and ROBOTS. In this sequel, Megatron comes back to life and happens to actually working for…. nah, im not a spoiler. Go watch. My rating? 5 over 5.  Our favorites come back and join in this epic battle. However, if you dont get the chance to watch it just watch the trailer. Its the entire movie plot in 30 seconds!





A tribute to all dads

21 06 2009

Happy Father’s Day to my Dad and all dads of the world. Here are a bunch of random sentences put together to form something special to dad’s and their kids.

Dads are the greatest gift you can ever have.

So cherish your dad.

Make your dad proud of you.

Make your dad smile.

Tell your dad you love him.

Dad will always be there for you.

Dad is never afraid of anything,

unless, of course, it is losing you.

Dad is perfect in every single way.

Dad loves you.

Cares for you

Is hardly the bad guy.

Dad always wipes away those tears,

and turns that frown upside down.

Dad tells the best stories,

of pirates, giants, soldiers

and of his life’s worth of experiences.

So here is to all dads

especially mine

for being so loving and forever kind.

Dad will always believe in you

and me

so thank you Dad,

for giving me everything that I could ever need.

Happy father’s day

Love Cheyenne Phillips.





English Mid-year

21 06 2009

I believe in being proud of my work and I got 22/25 for my free writing essay for my english examination. So I thought I put it up. It is entitled Scars and the only gruesome sorry i hav ever handed in to my teacher. This is the edited version. It is not very much different and I hope you all like it.

Scars

Sierra stared at her reflection. The marks on her stomach, the scratches on her arms and her blue-black legs were all the physicaly scarrings she faced the night before. She turned and looked at her back in the mirror. Those marks which were bleeding the night before still stung. She pulled down her black body-hugging shirt, grabbed her school bag and walked out the door. She did not even say bye to her mother who did not notice her daughter leave.

Stepping out into the sun, Sierra glanced around at the empty streets. She felt a warm sense of relief but knew in her neighbourhood, she had to leep her guard up. Mr. Johnson glared at Sierra from across the street as he was getting his mail. He, like man, could not see past her violent acts, her illegal actions and her dysfunctional family. As a matter if fact, Mr. Johnson could not look beyond the colour of her skin.

All Sierra could think of was that Mr Johnson was a grumpy old man who did not care about her well-being. In this unproclaimed war, being strong and protecting your own was all you should live for. It was all she could live for. Yet, she hated herself. She had not been strong the night before. She did not protect her own the night before. She thanked the Lord Mr. Johnson did not know the full story of last night’s events. She knew he was very capable of shooting her.

As she walked onto school grounds, many conversations froze and all eyes were on her.  She could feel their stares, like blades piercing her, scarring her even more. W0rd had definately gotten out. This was no longer a small inocent 14 year old Latino girl. After what happened last night, Sierra was a full grown woman, the kind thatr stood up for what she wanted, the kind who fought her own battles and the kind that was considered a traitor.

How did she do it? How did a freshman at Wilson High School become this woman overnight? Sierra took her seat in the middle of her English class, the worse seat to be in at that moment. No one saw her scars. All they saw was a Latino girl who started last night’s shootings.

Last night, Sierra was scarred physically and emotionally. Last night scarred her more than the past 14 years ever did. Her beautiful face turned hard as her memories filled the emptiness she felt in the room.

Calvin Johnson who turned 16 last night was Mr. Johnson’s oldest son and Sierra’s secret lover. Calvin never wanted to be like his father and he befriended Sierra when she was 12. Back then her father was an alcoholic and an abuser. He would hit her mother and tried many times to sell Sierra on the streets to support his addiction. Fortunately, God had blessed Sierra with speed. Her father scarred her for life and when Calvin sat with her, talked and played with her, she finally understood that ‘love’ was not just a word, it was a feeling. The day Calvin told her he loved her was the day they officially became an item.

They have been together for almost a year. Then news of Calvin being selected  to enter an elite school three states away came and Sierra felt lost once again. Calvin said he wanted to give himself to her before he left and she felt the same way. So last night, he climbed through her window at midnight. Little did they know that Calvin’s gangster buddies and Sierra’s father began the action. He entered her room drunk with his favorite belt in hand and he found his daughter kissing a white boy. He started whipping both of them, yelling at her of being such a disgrace. He kicked both of them out of the house and started yelling at Calvin while Sierra was trying to hold her father back. Her mother just watched.

The two gang came out of nowhere and began fighting on the streets. All was a blur to Sierra now. She just remembered about 5 people being sent to hospital and how the police came and broke up the fight. Her father and a few others were taken into custody. Her mum refused to speak to her. Calvin was immediately sent away that morning.It was not likely she would see him again.

“Sierra. Could you come up here for a moment?” She looked up to find Ms Gwen standing at the teacher’s table. She handed Sierra a letter and told her to step outside and read it.

Once outside, Sierra ripped open the letter and noticed it was in Calvin’s handwriting. It read:

Dearest Sierra,
I am missing you terribly. School here is worse than you can imagine. So I ran away. I’ve found a place to stay and a decent job. I am not making excellent money but I am still stable. I want you to come stay with me. When I have enough money, I’ll send for you, my angel.
Yours Always,
Calvin

Finally, for once in her life Sierra felt all the scars she had vanish. They were healed. The physical scars may take longer to heal but she was posivitely sure they would not be there forever.





Words

7 06 2009

People use a lot of words. To me, words are just what they are. Words. Words without actions are just words. People tell each other they love you or that they care. Sorry is another popular one.

They are all words. Words mean nothing to me. It’s the actions. I love actions people show others. I find them more real. I really do. I don’t know how to explain it. People use words all the time. People say stuff they dont mean or cause friendships to die because of the words they say. I believe in actions. Cause actions speak louder than words.

I try and watch the words I use. I never want to make people assume stuff I dont mean.





Hannah Montana The Movie

7 06 2009

I had my doubts.

Lots of them.

I didn’t want to watch.

But I did.

I liked all the HSM movies.

Camp Rock sucked.

Hannah Montana the Movie.

Better than expected. May be because I had low expectations of it. Hate Ms cyrus’ acting. LOVED THE COW BOY! * WHISTLES*……

sorry. * flips through notes* um…

oh. Great work as a director. very short. we dont see much in between change in Miley.  hmmm…

Yeah not much comments. recommended to watch

so go watch