We made landfall on a mountain range. One of several options the pod ai had designated as a safe landing site. This was called point Alpha, we decided to name our little settlements Addison. I didn’t care much for the name but Beasley insisted. We made a rudimentary log cabin for the three of us, it was hell. Neither Walz nor Beasley could be bothered to pick up after themselves which left me on cleaning duty, and the. They had the gal to complain about the cleanliness of the place. I guess I couldn’t really complain though, Walz saving grace is that he had a green thumb. We were able to get a couple of seeds planted for the season.
It was a grim realisation that we wouldn’t really have time to stock up on food for the winter. Much less with food going bad left and right. That many of our plants died off around fall did not make things easier. One cold snap and there went a third of the harvest, I cursed that damned ship computer. We barely subsisted on whatever game reared its head in the mountain. Nothing will ever make me like the taste of rat meat, which is in no way in Beasley’s cooking, she did the best she could.
With temperatures dropping and a bitter winter on the horizon we had to find ways to keep warm. The summer storms gave us hope that we could have reliable wind power year round, so me and Beasley got to work. She was a quick study with a set of tools, we soon had a rudimentary wind turbine. Power came in slow bursts in the morning. We had to be diligent with our power saving strategies at first, at least until we had our first battery installed. It was good fortune that the unique geography of the mountain gave us strong winds at night, our batteries were always topped up by the time the sun was up. We briefly considered building a steam engine as a backup, but with only wood to burn it wouldn’t have done us any good, we barely had enough materials for shelter.
It was around this time that Walz came onto me, bastard. We came in all sweet like, talking about how this was such an amazing opportunity for a new beginning, a new life. At my age, I should know better, but I’ve always had this thing for nerdy naive scientists. He kept talking to me as we chipped away at the mountain looking for iron. He was a lot less chatty when I asked about his ring, bastard. It was going to be a long winter
A faucet can be turned on and off, just like me I can switch between being extroverted and enjoying solitude. I can be social and outgoing, but I also need my alone time to recharge.
“Here the trees sparked with fireflies and the sky was the cloudy purple of a ripe plum. She had reached the heart of the wood.”
The little wood sprite made her way further into her home. Many small, glowing fireflies followed her to her final destination.
She went further and further into The Wood with her companions.
As she was sucked deeper into The Wood with each step, the barks of the trees turned into a shimmering light blue, in the sky more and more clouds blocked out the sun and golden sunrays changed their colour to a deep purple, staining the sea of clouds.
The ancient magic flowed through every tree, flower and pebble in this forest. It made the sprite feel whole and cared for.
After she reached her resting place deep inside The Wood, the fireflies joined her in one last meal before flying away to wherever they came from.
But they would visit the sprite again.
After all, everyone loved the peace of The Heart of The Wood.
Today started out depressing again. I was mentally checked for the entire morning, like a zombie scribbling away the notes for today. Hell I couldn't decide what I wanted to eat today, but I decided to try out a new restaurant today...still last time I had a bit of food from the place, it was delicious...today it tasted bland and the flavour felt repetitive against my tongue... Honestly when I get like this, everything around me becomes mush and just darker all about. Though the moment one of my friends came by, I immediately connected my mood to their to be energetic and cheery... it's always the same. Until one person is around, I hide my true sad little self....and keep others entertained and happy while I internally sulk and dread being back home...where my mind isn't distracted. Once I was in the car with my mom, I had little patience with her because she didn't understand what I told her about having some mornings off and I thought I explained it quite clearly. Now she's pissy...and she reminds me with her attitude how she truly feels about me...a burden, a miserable lonely person. Again... it's my fault. It's always my fault ..I'm not a good person and I deserve everything that comes to me. She hated me...I know it...she hated me and regrets me. I just know it...and she always complains to it to her son/my cousin...and then he turns away from me as well. I deserve this.
I'm home now, in my bathroom getting my PJs on and washing my face and teeth. I don't feel like eating anything anymore. I just want to lay down and dread being alive. Dread the day of tomorrow, dread the time I breath.
To Kill a Mockingbird takes place in Alabama during the Depression, and is narrated by the main character, a little girl named Jean Louise "Scout" Finch. Her father, atticus finch, is a lawyer with high moral standards. Scout, her brother Jem, and their friend Dill are intrigued by the local rumors about a man named Boo Radley, who lives in their neighborhood but never leaves his house. Legend has it that he once stabbed his father in the leg with a pair of scissors, and he is made out to be a kind of monster. Dill is from Mississippi but spends his summer in Maycomb at a house near the Finch's.
The children are curious to know more about Boo, and during one summer create a mini-drama they enact daily, which tells the events of his life as they know them. Slowly, the children begin moving closer to the Radley house, which is said to be haunted. They try leaving notes for Boo on his windowsill with a fishing pole, but are caught by Atticus, who firmly reprimands them for making fun of a sad man's life. Next, the children try sneaking over to the house at night and looking through its windows. Boo's brother, Nathan Radley, who lives in the house, thinks he hears a prowler and fires his gun. The children run away, but Jem loses his pants in a fence. When he returns in the middle of the night to get them back, they have been neatly folded and the tear from the fence roughly sewn up.
Other mysterious things happen to the Finch children. A certain tree near the Radley house has a hole in which little presents are often left for them, such as pennies, chewing gum, and soap carved figures of a little boy and girl who bear a striking resemblance to Scout and Jem. The children don't know where these gifts are coming from, and when they go to leave a note for the mystery giver, they find that Boo's brother has plugged up the hole with cement. The next winter brings unexpected cold and snow, and Miss Maudie's house catches on fire. While Jem and Scout, shivering, watch the blaze from near the Radley house, someone puts a blanket around Scout without her realizing it. Not until she returns home and Atticus asks her where the blanket came from does she realize that Boo Radley must have put it around her while she was entranced by watching Miss Maudie, her favorite neighbor, and her burning house.
Atticus decides to take on a case involving a black man named Tom Robinson who has been accused of raping a very poor white girl named Mayella Ewell, a member of the notorious Ewell family, who belong to the layer of Maycomb society that people refer to as "trash." The Finch family faces harsh criticism in the heavily racist Maycomb because of Atticus's decision to defend Tom. But, Atticus insists on going through with the case because his conscience could not let him do otherwise. He knows Tom is innocent, and also that he has almost no chance at being acquitted, because the white jury will never believe a black man over a white woman. Despite this, Atticus wants to reveal the truth to his fellow townspeople, expose their bigotry, and encourage them to imagine the possibility of racial equality.
Because Atticus is defending a black man, Scout and Jem find themselves whispered at and taunted, and have trouble keeping their tempers. At a family Christmas gathering, Scout beats up her cloying relative Francis when he accuses Atticus of ruining the family name by being a "nigger-lover". Jem cuts off the tops of an old neighbor's flower bushes after she derides Atticus, and as punishment, has to read out loud to her every day. Jem does not realize until after she dies that he is helping her break her morphine addiction. When revealing this to Jem and Scout, Atticus holds this old woman up as an example of true courage: the will to keep fighting even when you know you can't win.
The time for the trial draws closer, and Atticus's sister Alexandra comes to stay with the family. She is proper and old-fashioned and wants to shape Scout into the model of the Southern feminine ideal, much to Scout's resentment. Dill runs away from his home, where his mother and new father don't seem interested in him, and stays in Maycomb for the summer of Tom's trial. The night before the trial, Tom is moved into the county jail, and Atticus, fearing a possible lynching, stands guard outside the jail door all night. Jem is concerned about him, and the three children sneak into town to find him. A group of men arrive ready to cause some violence to Tom, and threaten Atticus in the process. At first Jem, Scout and Dill stand aside, but when she senses true danger, Scout runs out and begins to speak to one of the men, the father of one of her classmates in school. Her innocence brings the crowd out of their mob mentality, and they leave.
The trial pits the evidence of the white Ewell family against Tom's evidence. According to the Ewells, Mayella asked Tom to do some work for her while her father was out, and Tom came into their house and forcibly beat and raped Mayella until her father appeared and scared him away. Tom's version is that Mayella invited him inside, then threw her arms around him and began to kiss him. Tom tried to push her away. When Bob Ewell arrived, he flew into a rage and beat her, while Tom ran away in fright. According to the sheriff's testimony, Mayella's bruises were on the right side of her face, which means she was most likely punched with a left hand. Tom Robinson's left arm is useless due to an old accident, whereas Mr. Ewell leads with his left. Given the evidence of reasonable doubt, Tom should go free, but after hours of deliberation, the jury pronounces him guilty. Scout, Jem and Dill sneak into the courthouse to see the trial and sit in the balcony with Maycomb's black population. They are stunned at the verdict because to them, the evidence was so clearly in Tom's favor.
Though the verdict is unfortunate, Atticus feels some satisfaction that the jury took so long deciding. Usually, the decision would be made in minutes, because a black man's word would not be trusted. Atticus is hoping for an appeal, but unfortunately Tom tries to escape from his prison and is shot to death in the process. Jem has trouble handling the results of the trial, feeling that his trust in the goodness and rationality of humanity has been betrayed.
Meanwhile, Mr. Ewell threatens Atticus and other people connected with the trial because he feels he was humiliated. He gets his revenge one night while Jem and Scout are walking home from the Halloween play at their school. He follows them home in the dark, then runs at them and attempts to kill them with a large kitchen knife. Jem breaks his arm, and Scout, who is wearing a confining ham shaped wire costume and cannot see what is going on, is helpless throughout the attack. The elusive Boo Radley stabs Mr. Ewell and saves the children. Finally, Scout has a chance to meet the shy and nervous Boo. At the end of this fateful night, the sheriff declares that Mr.ewell fell on his own knife so Boo, the hero of the situation, won't have to be tried for murder. Scout walks Boo home and imagines how he has viewed the town and observed her, Jem and Dill over the years from inside his home. Boo goes inside, closes the door, and she never sees him again.
You would probably have the same answer as the scientist/s your teachers taught you, change over a period of time.
Most of the time, when we think evolution, we instantly think about the evolution of man. But it’s not the evolution out there. There are plenty of other things that are said to be evolving.
How can we tell whether or not something is evolving?
We do what Charles Darwin did, observe.
On social media, people posts videos the show the evolution of everything such as the evolution of music by the Pentatonix.
There are also videos about the evolution of clothing. From womens’ make-up throughout history by BuzzFeedVideo,
to 100 years of mens’ swimwear by Mode.com,
to 100 years of luxury cars also by Mode.com.
You see, evolution isn’t only limited to man. Just observe and you’ll see that even your personality, attitude, even voice also changes over time. Check more 100 years of stuff at Mode.com’s youtube channel.
Hays, 2nd entry ko na to, nakita ko yung gwapo kong crush kaninang umaga yung taga-PUP, shet nakasabay ko pa at katapat na katapat ko, kaya nung umaga naiihi ako sa sobrang kilig landee, pero bakit ganto, laging ganto nararamdaman ko? Wala naman akong specific na problema pero ang bigat ng pakiramdam ko, o lubos na mataba lang talaga ako jokes.
Pero meron, pero mababaw, sobrang babaw, una yung sa binasa kong kaisoo fanfic, Anterograde tomorrow, pangalawa di ko na alam gagawin ko, di ko din alam kung saan ako lulugar, honestly speaking, di ko alam kung ano ba talaga ginagawa ko dito eh, kung anong sense ko, ewan, basta parang walang may pake sakin, oo aaminin ko attention seeker ako sorry, pero buti na lang nandiyan si Crissian na lagi akong kinakawawa pero natutuwa ako kase lagi siyang nandiyan para sakin at lagi niya akong naiintindihan.
Ewan ko din ba sa KPOP, oo masaya ako sa pagfafangirl ko, at gusto ko yun, pero yung mga tao sa paligid ko, ayaw, ayaw nila, lahat ng ginagawa ko sa tumblr, twitter at facebook binabantayan nila, para bang wala akong free will? Oo nga na mapupuno yung news feed nila ng KPOP at gusto ko ding pigilan pero bakit pakiramdam ko LAHAT na lang, nakakainis kaya, at nakakadepressed. Ayaw nila, at di ko din alam.
Isa pa, NAPA-INSECURE KO. Sobra, kaya minsan gusto ko ng sapakin sarili ko eh.
Kaya gusto ko din yung mga "online friends" ko kase, pag wala akong makausap, sila yung binagbubuntungan ko, na kahit na hindi kami magkakilala sa personalan, yung hindi ko nakakausap ng personalan, pero atleast nalalabas ko yung sama ng loob ko at gumagaan papaano.
Ang sama kong tao, di ko maintindihan sarili ko, labo ko noh? Walang sense, hindi mo magegets kung ano bang pini-pinpoint ko dito lols, well gusto ko lang naman ilabas tong nararamdaman ko, at matatawa na lang ako kapag binasa ko to ulet.
