Monday, May 3, 2010
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Agree/Disagree
Ignorance is bliss.
Disagree. You should know a lot of things good or bad because then you have an idea on what is happening. For example, not choosing to watch the news because you don't want to see the bad things that are happening in the world then you won’t know what to expect, like storms in your area and whether or not to evacuate, as well as good things happening like feeding people inAfrica .
A person's priorities should place before work.
Agree and Disagree. I agree with this statement for instance when someone dies or is very ill in the family, I would definitely place my family before even if it is during the same days in which I have something major to do for work. However, if it is just a vacation with the family I wouldn't go if I had something big at work but if it is just a normal day at the office, I would go on vacation if I had missed quite a few vacations with the family.
Those born with social and financial advantages have a responsibility for those who are not.
Agree. There is nothing that says that upper class people SHOULD be responsible for those less fortunate. However, it is nice to donate items/money to those less fortunate even if there is no written rule.
Disagree. You should know a lot of things good or bad because then you have an idea on what is happening. For example, not choosing to watch the news because you don't want to see the bad things that are happening in the world then you won’t know what to expect, like storms in your area and whether or not to evacuate, as well as good things happening like feeding people in
A person's priorities should place before work.
Agree and Disagree. I agree with this statement for instance when someone dies or is very ill in the family, I would definitely place my family before even if it is during the same days in which I have something major to do for work. However, if it is just a vacation with the family I wouldn't go if I had something big at work but if it is just a normal day at the office, I would go on vacation if I had missed quite a few vacations with the family.
Those born with social and financial advantages have a responsibility for those who are not.
Agree. There is nothing that says that upper class people SHOULD be responsible for those less fortunate. However, it is nice to donate items/money to those less fortunate even if there is no written rule.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
156 Barry Lane
NW, Washington
600 Pennsylvania Ave
NW, Washington
Dear Mr. President,
Or should I just call you James? This is Peter “Drillbit” Fren. We used to hang out in high school. I know it’s been a while but I’ve been busy. All those good times we had and now you’re the president of the U.S.A. Congrats! I tried to go see you in the White House but you were in a meeting. Understandable, of course! Anyway, I thought that we could meet up this coming weekend and catch up and compare how our lives have changed over the years. I know a great Greek restaurant which has a really nice story behind it that I think would be right up your street. I can’t remember the last time we met, or what even happened that night? Didn’t you come over and we repeated one of those high school nights watching TV and you know… Anyway send me back a letter and tell me if you can come or not. I don’t want to make you feel obliged as I know you are very busy, but it would be nice to see you one more time before I move to Japan with my girlfriend.
From,
Peter Fren.
600 Pennsylvania Ave
NW, Washington
156 Barry Lane
NW, Washington
Drillbit,
Of course I remember those high school nights but I can’t say that I miss them much. That’s right, as you can see I am now the president of America; tough and busy but worthwhile job. That’s why I couldn’t see you when you came to visit me the other day. Everyday there is a new problem to deal with; I don’t think I can actually count how many things I have to do per day. I believe that meeting up would be a good idea as we haven’t seen each other in a long time, and I do need to get out of this place just for a couple of hours now and then. By the way, those old nights we used to have, let’s keep them as good memories. I think you understand that this would be in our best interest. I’m looking forward to meeting you at the restaurant on Saturday.
President of the United States
P.S. You and your girlfriend should come and visit me here at work before you leave for Japan; I can give you a personal tour around the White House.
156 Barry Lane
NW, Washington
600 Pennsylvania Ave
NW, Washington
Hi James,
I suspect that you liked Saturday, especially after all the substances you snorted up your big fat presidential nose. You know that phrase “a picture is worth a thousand words”? Well these pictures I took are worth a thousand times more than that unless you do something for me… catch my drift? You scratch my back I scratch yours. You see James, do you remember that time you left me behind for the cops? Let me refresh your memory. After I got caught by the police my life went crashing into the ground while yours got better. I was humiliated by my police record attached to all my university applications. I’m sorry to do this James but you left me with no other choice, as my life sucks and it’s because of you. You owe me the life I could have lived. I want two million dollars by next Friday at the apartment building opposite the restaurant we went to on Saturday, 9pm, no later, otherwise pictures go to the papers.
Peter
600 Pennsylvania Ave
NW, Washington
156 Barry Lane
NW, Washington
Peter,
Let me explain to you what happened that night in high school. We were high as kites that night and the cops suspected us of doing drugs, and we were! We ran through that alleyway and we each chose a different turn. Well it turns out Peter that blaming me for the way your life panned out isn’t the answer to your problems; fate dealt its cards that night when you chose to run in the other direction. If money is what you need, then I guess I will have to give it to you. But if you think this money is the answer to your problems then I wish you luck: money never solves anything. I’ll be there, but consider that our very last “reunion”.
James
NW, Washington
600 Pennsylvania Ave
NW, Washington
Dear Mr. President,
Or should I just call you James? This is Peter “Drillbit” Fren. We used to hang out in high school. I know it’s been a while but I’ve been busy. All those good times we had and now you’re the president of the U.S.A. Congrats! I tried to go see you in the White House but you were in a meeting. Understandable, of course! Anyway, I thought that we could meet up this coming weekend and catch up and compare how our lives have changed over the years. I know a great Greek restaurant which has a really nice story behind it that I think would be right up your street. I can’t remember the last time we met, or what even happened that night? Didn’t you come over and we repeated one of those high school nights watching TV and you know… Anyway send me back a letter and tell me if you can come or not. I don’t want to make you feel obliged as I know you are very busy, but it would be nice to see you one more time before I move to Japan with my girlfriend.
From,
Peter Fren.
600 Pennsylvania Ave
NW, Washington
156 Barry Lane
NW, Washington
Drillbit,
Of course I remember those high school nights but I can’t say that I miss them much. That’s right, as you can see I am now the president of America; tough and busy but worthwhile job. That’s why I couldn’t see you when you came to visit me the other day. Everyday there is a new problem to deal with; I don’t think I can actually count how many things I have to do per day. I believe that meeting up would be a good idea as we haven’t seen each other in a long time, and I do need to get out of this place just for a couple of hours now and then. By the way, those old nights we used to have, let’s keep them as good memories. I think you understand that this would be in our best interest. I’m looking forward to meeting you at the restaurant on Saturday.
President of the United States
P.S. You and your girlfriend should come and visit me here at work before you leave for Japan; I can give you a personal tour around the White House.
156 Barry Lane
NW, Washington
600 Pennsylvania Ave
NW, Washington
Hi James,
I suspect that you liked Saturday, especially after all the substances you snorted up your big fat presidential nose. You know that phrase “a picture is worth a thousand words”? Well these pictures I took are worth a thousand times more than that unless you do something for me… catch my drift? You scratch my back I scratch yours. You see James, do you remember that time you left me behind for the cops? Let me refresh your memory. After I got caught by the police my life went crashing into the ground while yours got better. I was humiliated by my police record attached to all my university applications. I’m sorry to do this James but you left me with no other choice, as my life sucks and it’s because of you. You owe me the life I could have lived. I want two million dollars by next Friday at the apartment building opposite the restaurant we went to on Saturday, 9pm, no later, otherwise pictures go to the papers.
Peter
600 Pennsylvania Ave
NW, Washington
156 Barry Lane
NW, Washington
Peter,
Let me explain to you what happened that night in high school. We were high as kites that night and the cops suspected us of doing drugs, and we were! We ran through that alleyway and we each chose a different turn. Well it turns out Peter that blaming me for the way your life panned out isn’t the answer to your problems; fate dealt its cards that night when you chose to run in the other direction. If money is what you need, then I guess I will have to give it to you. But if you think this money is the answer to your problems then I wish you luck: money never solves anything. I’ll be there, but consider that our very last “reunion”.
James
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Monday, September 7, 2009
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Could You?
Could You?” asked David
“Why would I even consider that?” Replied the stranger.
“Please? Ill pay double” pleaded David.
They mumbled something and walked away mysteriously as a UFO.
The stranger was walking back to his apartment and just turned the corner.
“Hello Steph.”
The stranger, whose real name was Stephan, stopped at the sight of the same person whom he cheated out of money back in LA. He thought he wouldn’t be found here in Russia.
“hi again, Leroy. Long time no see”
Steph was a good liar, he could make you believe that there was a world war going on but with Leroy, he knew that he wouldn’t believe him. Steph had always been fairly good at what he did, but he had a natural knack at being in the wrong place at the wrong time or just plain unlucky.
“Its been a long time Steph”
“I know, it has”
Leroy was being watched by the cops due to his reputation in LA and had to go before they start asking questions.
“We have unfinished business” said Leroy scurrying along.
Steph got back to his apartment and was completely shellshocked about the encounter with Leeroy today and was having a rush of thoughts. What was he doing here in Russia? He told him he hated the very sight of this place. He must be here for business or to kill Steph. Steph knew he was probably going to have a lot to get through. Then he suddenly remembered his job with David. David is on his way there! ‘No!’ thought Steph. He ran outside, down the steps. Bang! He ran straight into Leeroy and his goons.
“Ouch!”
“Haha! Steph… Ive been waiting for this moment for years. You cheated me big time Steph. Now its time to pay. Me and my ‘co-workers here’ will show you a nice place. Good night.”
“No-“
Bam! Leeroy smacked Steph right in the jaw and he became unconscious.
“Uhhhhhh” moaned Steph. “where am I?”
Steph had nothing in his pockets except for a note saying:
Time to pay. You’ll be seeing me soon again. Your somewhere far away now. Prepare for the worst time of your life Steph. Think of this as one of those one-on-one cat and mouse games except for that you’re the mouse.
P.S your phone rang. Someone named David. He seemed pretty roughed up. Its not just me that’s hunting you now.
Steph looked up and there he was.
“David?”
To be continued…
“Why would I even consider that?” Replied the stranger.
“Please? Ill pay double” pleaded David.
They mumbled something and walked away mysteriously as a UFO.
The stranger was walking back to his apartment and just turned the corner.
“Hello Steph.”
The stranger, whose real name was Stephan, stopped at the sight of the same person whom he cheated out of money back in LA. He thought he wouldn’t be found here in Russia.
“hi again, Leroy. Long time no see”
Steph was a good liar, he could make you believe that there was a world war going on but with Leroy, he knew that he wouldn’t believe him. Steph had always been fairly good at what he did, but he had a natural knack at being in the wrong place at the wrong time or just plain unlucky.
“Its been a long time Steph”
“I know, it has”
Leroy was being watched by the cops due to his reputation in LA and had to go before they start asking questions.
“We have unfinished business” said Leroy scurrying along.
Steph got back to his apartment and was completely shellshocked about the encounter with Leeroy today and was having a rush of thoughts. What was he doing here in Russia? He told him he hated the very sight of this place. He must be here for business or to kill Steph. Steph knew he was probably going to have a lot to get through. Then he suddenly remembered his job with David. David is on his way there! ‘No!’ thought Steph. He ran outside, down the steps. Bang! He ran straight into Leeroy and his goons.
“Ouch!”
“Haha! Steph… Ive been waiting for this moment for years. You cheated me big time Steph. Now its time to pay. Me and my ‘co-workers here’ will show you a nice place. Good night.”
“No-“
Bam! Leeroy smacked Steph right in the jaw and he became unconscious.
“Uhhhhhh” moaned Steph. “where am I?”
Steph had nothing in his pockets except for a note saying:
Time to pay. You’ll be seeing me soon again. Your somewhere far away now. Prepare for the worst time of your life Steph. Think of this as one of those one-on-one cat and mouse games except for that you’re the mouse.
P.S your phone rang. Someone named David. He seemed pretty roughed up. Its not just me that’s hunting you now.
Steph looked up and there he was.
“David?”
To be continued…
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