Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Despite all the complaining people in positions of authority are doing over iPods in classes, most people like music. I mean, who doesn't? I'm sure there's at least some kind of music style that speaks to you, whether you're a die-hard Greenday fan or one of those people who only listens to music while riding in someone else's car. The thing is, there's a time for everything. That's what people that are constantly plugged into their iPod, whether they are in class, at the dinner table or at teh doctor's office, fail to understand. And this is just personal opinion, of course, but I believe that it is impossible to fully enjoy your music, if you're listening to it 24/7.
I've never been crazy about music as a child. I listened to it in the car, of course, but I never collected CDs or went crazy over boy bands. It was only in grade eight, when I got my first iPod for Christmas, that my passion for music started developping. And now... My taste in music is a bit ecclectic. I like the top 40, country, rap, broadway/theatre songs, soul, jazz... I can find something I like in every genre of music, though the reverse is also true- there's a lot of songs that do not speak to me at all. So really it's not about the gerne of the music, it's about the type of song, the beat of it, the lyrics...
What is it that draws me to one song and not to another one? That I do not know. Why do we like some things and do not like other things? That is one of the mysteries of the human brain, one that the scientists were unable to crack just yet.
Friday, January 22, 2010
Brief heads up: Someone suggested that I write a few of my blog posts in French, so that's what I'm going to do now. If you want to read this, learn French. Or hire a translator. ;) Et maintenant, en français....
Bonjour! Je vais écrire cette entrée de blog en français, pour ceux de vous qui sont francophones. Pour commencer, je m'excuse pour ce qui concerne mes fautes d'orthographe- le français, ce n'est pas ma langue maternelle. Oui, ça fait assez longtemps que je l'apprends, mais malgré tout ça j'habite quand même en Colombie-Britannique. En dehors de l'école, il n'existe pas beaucoup d'occasions pour pratiquer cette langue.
Je commencerai par vous racontant un peu de moi. Je m'appelle Veronika Bondarenko. J'ai dix-sept ans et je suis en douzième année à l'école secondaire Hugh McRoberts. C'est une école bilingue, qui offre un programme qui s'appelle l'Immersion française. J'habite à Richmond, une banlieue de Vancouver. J'aime bien Richmond, mais j'espère d'allez voyager ou vivre quelque pars d'autre lorsque je commencerai mes études secondaires. J'espère d'entrer dans une programme d'arts a UBC et plus tard, lorsque j'aurais eu la chance de terminer quelques semestres a UBC, d'aller faire un semestre en Europe ou a New York. Quant à futur, je veux être journaliste. Ce métier combine les deux choses que j'aime faire le plus- voyager et écrire. C'est la raison pourquoi j'ai voulu être un journaliste-étudiant pour les Jeux Olympiques de 2010, pourquoi j'écris ce blog. L'écriture, c'est ma passion.
Maintenant, parlons-en des Jeux Olympiques. C'est assez incroyable qu'ils s'approchent aussi rapidement. Je me rappelle du jour ou ils ont annoncé qu'ils auront les Jeux de 2010 à Vancouver. J'étais en école élémentaire et l'an 2010 semblait d'être quelque chose de très lointain… Et voila, c'est déjà 2010. Les Jeux de 2010 sont presque la. Suivez mon blog pendant que je couvre les Jeux Olympiques et Paralympiques de 2010, en anglais et en français.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
They put up Canadian flags all over my school and all over the nearby community centre where I eat my lunch on a daily basis, in spirit of the Olympic Games.
Sort of like this, except more flags, all in the school foyer:
And that is all good and well, of course, because I am personally excited for the Games. The problem is, what if someone is against the Olympic Games? How would they feel, seeing these babies everywhere? Not to mention that, patriotic as they may be, huge flags in a tight hallway is kind of... tacky. And what happened to the whole "Go World" idea? Or are we only cheering for Canadian athletes now?
Saturday, January 16, 2010
So. Today's the Canucks vs. Penguins game. The long awaited one that I really wish I had tickets to. I've only been to one hockey game in my life (the Capitals vs. Canucks one in December) and I would love to go to more. Then again, hockey's a new passion. I used to find it boring, up until I discovered hockey players. ;) O'Brien. Crosby. Ovechkin. Linden and Naslund, when they still played. And on it goes.
Back to this game, however, I don't even know who I'm rooting for. I'm torn between my undying love for Sid the Kid and my patriotic pride that doesn't allow me to cheer for anyone but Vancouver. The ultimate solution would be if both Sidney Crosby and Ovie came to play for the Canucks next year. Hah. Like that would EVER happen. Besides, the whole thing that draws people to Crosby and Ovechkin is that they're rivals. Like Lemieux and Gretzky. Bird and Johnson. Great players that cannot share the glory. Sports just isn't the same without them.
Cutie and Hottie.
Anyways, even if I will not be able to get into GM place without getting into some serious trouble with the police, I will be in the city on account of some people that I need to visit, so I'll probably experience the craziness before and after the game first hand. It's going to be an exciting night for sports, Canada. We'll see how it all goes. Which team's your money on?
P.S. Which sounds better Veronika Crosby or Veronika Ovechkina?
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Today hasn't been that exciting because all I did was go to school, take pictures of the McRoberts Wood Club for the yearbook, hang out with a friend, go for a run and, ahem, clean my room a little bit. I'll also be going to dance in about an hour. Everyday stuff. Nothing to write an entry about. So I guess that I'll have to write about something other than my day (shock!).
I was recently told that people love to read lists. And I love to write lists. So.. I'll write a list of things that I don't like. Because it seems that the list just keeps on growing, apparently.
My List of Things that I Do Not Like, Of Sorts:
-people looking over my shoulder when I write, text, type or anything else like that
-when the thread in a sewing machine runs out halfway through a seam
-when people wear pyjama pants in public on any day that isn't PJ Day
-when my locker won't open, even though I have the right combination
-stnading at the register, trying to find that nickel, while there is a long line behind me
-wimps and people that are so afraid of failure that they don't even try
-people being unable to pronounce my last name
-meaning to do one thing and ending up getting distracted with something totally different
-when you shake a Ketchup bottle and red water comes out
-wanting to volunteer for something, but being afraid to raise your hand because no one else is
-scientific movies that aren't Bill Nye
-when teachers take forever and a day to mark a really simple assignment
-late fees from Rogers and the library
-being the last one to understand a joke
-cooking by myself
-when people whisper and/or talk in a foreign language around you
-coming to a pool twenty minutes before closing time
-five people all sitting in a room together, each playing games on their own device
-mocha (what a waste of hot chocolate)
-not being hungry, but helping yourself to the shrimp balls anyways
To Be Continued, because I'm drawing a blank right now. But there is definitely more to come!
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
In grade eight, I assumed that I'd just get my licence on my sixteenth birthday and drive everywhere ever since, like they do on T.V. But, in case anyone needs to hear this one more time, life isn't T.V. Learning all the driving techniques isn't easy. Actually one driver instructor told me I was a little close to ADD. Um, thanks? I'm not offended, though. It's not like this is anything I didn't know. I've always been hyper. I've always ran around, doing everything at once, not concentrating on anything in particular. I drove everyone around me crazy, as a child, asking a new question every ten seconds. Actually, I think I still do that. I just never thought someone would actually consider this to be a disorder. It's just the way some people are. And doctors are actually prescribing things like Ritalin. Kids are actually getting medicine for being... kids. If you ask me, something is a little wrong here. Apparently, some doctors think kids on drugs is better than hyper kids. But, hey, what do I know?
Cartoon, which I didn't draw, in case anyone is wondering. I just thought that it was funny.
Monday, January 4, 2010
What should I write about? Um, school? Yeah, until you graduate, it's pretty much your whole life, isn't it? Only recently did I realize how true that was, when I talked to a friend who was home from the holidays over the break. He asked me what I had been up to for the past three months and I had pretty much nothing to tell him. "Um, school? School and dance?" That's sad. Let's pray that things get more exciting than this.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
What did I do today? I had to go on an emergency trip to the mall, to buy a bellybutton ring. After being poked in the stomach by someone as a joke, the little screwey ball that keeps the ring closed fell off. I only noticed a few hours later, so I had to take the barbell out. And if I had kept it out long enough, the piercing would have closed up. Hence the emergeny trip to the mall. The ring I really liked cost fifty bucks, so I settled for a less pretty one from Claire's, costing eight dollars.
Also today, I saw "Nine" at the movies. Since today is the last Saturday before school starts again, the SilverCity was PACKED. The line to buy tickets stretched out outside. I couldn't even use my "free regular popcorn" coupon, because we were already late to see the movie since it took so long to buy tickets and the line to buy refreshments moved painfully slowly. The movie itself was... okay. I expected much, much more. The music was good (I'm listening to My Husband Makes Movies on YouTube right now), the costumes were good, the cast was amazing (Penelope Cruz, Sophia Loren, Marion Cotillard). The story was something that I would normally like. And yet... something wasn't right. Maybe the plot wasn't directed well. Maybe they didn't act it out properly. It just didn't flow like good movies flow. One thing I liked, though, was the way they ended it. Guido Cantini, the infamous director, says "Action!" and the screen goes black. Intruiging...
The uncanny thing happened later. After the credits, they turn the lights on and guess who I see sitting in the same row as we are, about two people away from me? My best friend with two of her friends! I guess we never saw eachother because we came in late, after the lights were turned off, and they were there early. Considering, that neither of us go to the movies that often, what are the chances of something like this happening? Not big. Then again, extraordinary things happen all the time. You just have to keep your eyes open.
And then, as we were leaving the theatre, we saw people lined up to get good seats at a movie called... Three Idiots. I mean, am I the only one who sees the irony here? People waiting to get good seats to see a movie about three idiots? Hahaha.
Anywho, that's all for today. It's almost twelve and I'm going to bed.