chaotic mortal

personal blog of a eleven year old

Archive for July, 2007

My Beautiful Work: A Chinese Philosophy

July 30th, 2007. Published under True Life. No Comments.

Yep, it is beautiful, isn’t it? I’ve finally put out my first part of “A Chinese Philosophy” by me. It contains useful information on differences between America and China, the growth of China, the size of China, and a lot more.

It is not Chinese, contrary to the title. It talks about China.

Well, I will not be stalling any more. Here it is! Click below to view…

A Chinese Philosophy: Download and view now.

Oy! The entire article has come out, people. Click the new link below.

Where is Mom?

July 26th, 2007. Published under Peanut the Dog, True Life. 1 Comment.

My cute little Peanut really loves my mom. It is probably because she plays with him, hugs him, and does a lot more with him. She also (to my annoyance) allows him to do more things.

Take for example this: usually, if Peanut does not eat his food, we count to 30, and pick up his bowl. The food will be given to him the next time he is fed. But my mom thinks he absolutely cannot miss a single grain of kibble. So here it comes: Peanut doesn’t eat.

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A Letter From Far Off

July 24th, 2007. Published under True Life. No Comments.

Hello, Brad.

Everything is well right now. I am sorry I did not reply to your email sooner, as I was out at summer camp. Seeing you have so much fun, I feel happy, too. Hope you have a good summer. I look forward to seeing you again.

I finished reading the letter that my teacher in China wrote. Of course, it was originally in Chinese. (more…)

Swoosh

July 18th, 2007. Published under Blog Things, True Life. No Comments.

I am really addicted to this website: writing for it, working on it, and especially making useless thingamajigs on it.

For example, a few months ago, I made some headers. And now, I’ve made the next cool thing.

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More Pictures

July 16th, 2007. Published under True Life. 1 Comment.

In Houston, it is very hot, usually. The sun comes down and shines on you so hard it blinds you and keeps you from looking up.

But beginning yesterday (and I daresay, ending today), the weather changed. It changed from really hot to a much more comfortable rainy day.

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Barfed!

July 11th, 2007. Published under True Life. 2 Comments.

I have learned something very important today: what’s gone bad is bad! I’m serious. Today my dog barfed up a gone-bad bone, so I know.

It wasn’t a good feeling, and by that, I mean the stomach… and the scorching hot weather, which which was about 95 degrees. Feel hot for you hikers at the North Pole who think any number that’s a “degree” either has to do with latitude or longitude, that’s the temperature.

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Down the Slide you Go!

July 8th, 2007. Published under Peanut the Dog, True Life. No Comments.

“Peanut! Peanut? Come sit here.” I said, pointing at the floor in front of me. My cute, black Miniature Schnauzer / Shih Tzu promptly trotted over.

“Good boy.” I said, patting him. “Go down the slide, now.” I enunciated, pointing at the slide of the playground structure I had led him on.

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Rainy Impression Lijiang

July 7th, 2007. Published under Travel, True Life. 1 Comment.

I’m in Lijiang, Yunnan, China in this story.

Impression LijangThose people, you see, those people. They are farmers. Farmers. They have been told to dance by an amazing director. This director has taught these people— five hundred farmers— how to dance.”

My mom continued, “Now, see the mountain behind the performance? That’s the so-called Snowy Mountain. Funny name, huh?

My mom continued, “Now, according to this brochure, this place is said to be enchanted, and we’ll see if that’s true or fal—”

Suddenly, strong music began to push my mother’s words away. The moves of the dancing men and women were beginning to change.

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No Smoking?

July 5th, 2007. Published under Travel, True Life. No Comments.

IMG_3501Thousands of years ago.

The making of the Great Wall.

Building material was limited and scarce.

Thousands of people died in the making. Those who died became part of the Great Wall itself. Translation: they were put into it and used as building material.

Ouch.

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