Tuesday, 5 December 2017

Memo 9

Memo 9 is all about plagiarism,
Knowledge on this topic is apart of the human metabolism,
Plagiarism is a deadly essence of writing,
It doesn’t just hurt the owner, it also hurts you in time.

Why use someone else's words to be noticed,
The admiration of others definitely  aren't worth it,

Do you not feel incomplete without using your own words?
Are you broken and cannot use your own voice?
Do you not even have the feeling of guilt in your body?
Don’t you have some things to say to the world?

You will not find the knowledge in some honour,
So if you are thinking about plagiarising, don't bother!

Here and there, there and here,
That just sounded like some amazing Shakespearee,
You will end up finding a Copycat Corner.
So run along and that this, another Warner.



Why do people plagiarise? I’ll never truly know,
Their words they seem to glow,
Known by their true identity, “Copy and Pasters.”
But they’re just a group of a bunch of wasters.

Smiling all happy and taking all that praise,
We are in the 21st century and it seems to be a craze,
For stuff they haven’t even thought about or written,
Thankfully many of those end up getting bitten.

Go on our friend called Google and find their “fine words”
Google is always great with the trees and birds
But they are also smart with the copyright,

As you copy and paste the work, it’ll appear with a flashlight.

Tuesday, 28 November 2017

Memo 8

Beauty
One day, in a crowded place, there was a young boy. This young boy began shouting through a mist of crowds on the chilly streets of Ottawa.
“People, oh my dear people of Ottawa. Look at me. I have the most beautiful heart in the world.

Many people on the streets had looked at the young man. They were stunned. Stunned to see his beautiful heart in the most perfect shape. The heart had no flaw and looked amazing. Everyone who saw his heart was praising him for the beauty of his heart. Everyone but one. This older man who challenged the younger boy. He had said, “No my young lad, I’ve got the greatest and the most beautiful heart to ever be seen!”

The younger boy was complexed with this challenge and just shouted out, “Show me your heart, then. Since it is so beautiful, show me!!”
The old man accepted the young boy's wish and showed him his heart. It was rough, uneven and had scars all over. The heart wasn’t even in a correct shape. It had bits and pieces chipped off and joined in with different colours. It had appeared that parts were removed and replaced with other pieces.
The younger boy did nothing but laugh. He laughed and laughed until he was gasping for air. He had directed to the older man, “Sir, are you mad? Have you gone crazy? Do you see my heart in perfect shape? It is flawless. You can’t see a single scar or wound and it is perfect. Your heart is filled with scars and wounds, unevenly shaped and just pathetic.”
“Dear boy”, said the older man. “My heart is just as beautiful and even more beautiful than your heart. You saw my scars. But each scar represents someone that I love or someone that I have shared love with. I share a piece of my heart with this person and in return, I get a piece of theirs.
The young boy was shocked. He had stood still not knowing what to say.

The older man had continued his statement, “My heart is not in perfect shape because sometimes I do not get the same amount of love in return from those to whom I gave it. Your heart is weak. It is fresh and new. No scars indicates that you have never shared love with anybody. Aren’t I correct?
The younger boy stood still and without a word coming out of his mouth. Tears were rolling down his cheeks as he had acknowledged the older man's words and realized the knowledge behind it. He walked to the old man, ripped a piece of his heart and had given the piece to the older man.

The main idea I’m trying to convey with this memo is that many people only give respect to physical beauty and think it is most important. However, the real and true beauty is not physical, it comes from the heart.

Tuesday, 14 November 2017

Memo 7

Memo 7


Welcome to Memo 7,
As I write this poem and claim it my possession,
I am writing this at 4 A.M,
This is honestly some crazy mayhem.

I forgot about my History assignment,
This isn’t going to lead to Mr. Jelinski’s excitement,
Mad and grumpy British man,
When he hears about my assignment he might turn into Tarzan.

Oh no! OSSLT is on Friday,
I better run away on the nearest highway,
I don’t want to be caught in a room with Mrs. Andre,
Because she’d make me sit down and turn it into a workday.

I used to be good at school,
Now all the lessons involve me and some drool,
Recently I haven’t been paying much attention,
Why do you think I’m asking for an extension?

I think cedar ridge is a great school,
But sometimes it can be too cruel,
Over here, employability skills are quite essential,
And that's why the school brings out your full potential.


Writing, writing, writing away,
When is 250 words going to make its way,
My eyes are shutting and I’m getting real tired,
No wonder my last job ended up with me being fired.

Honestly, I want this to be done,
But everyone knows I can’t leave this undone,
I think I’m going to take a break now,
I will finish this later...I’ll make a vow.

3 episodes of Riverdale later,
I guess you could say I’m a big procrastinator,
I’m saying this loud towards a crowd,
But trust me, I am definitely not proud.

Checking the word count, I’m almost finished,
I can finally go to bed and help my brain replenish,
As my memo is coming to an end,
I just have to say NELK BOYS, FULL SEND!

Monday, 6 November 2017

Memo6


Disarmament and International Security (DISEC)
Cyber Security
Country: The Russian Federation


The Russian Federation, the largest nation in the world, borders between both European and Asian countries as well as the Pacific and the Atlantic Ocean.   The population of Russia was recorded at 143.5 million in 2013.  The Russian Federation believes that cybersecurity amongst the Federation of Russia is to end.  Russia has hired hackers to gather information from governments to learn about enemies but the Federation of Russia knows that progress must come faster.


The growth of the Internet has allowed many nations, organizations, and people to connect together.  The Internet has also made the world become a smaller place, allowing collaborations, partnerships.  However, with all these benefits there are consequences. There have been many dangers growing throughout technology.  The Internet has allowed individuals or groups to hack into services, steal information, and commit fraudulent crimes.  These cybercrimes have been a difficult process to fight against; this means it will take an international effort just to combat them.
This issue has come to the forefront in recent months after it came to light that organized hackers based in China were responsible for a series of cyber attacks against American government offices and businesses.  In 2015 the United States (U.S.) office of personnel management was hacked resulting in over 20 million government employee’s information was being leaked.
While government experts have been telling the press that the evidence leads towards the Chinese government, the United States (U.S.) government have not made an official statement on Chinese government hackers, and Chinese state media has denied any government involvement in the hacks, stating criminals within China carried it out.


In recent years, numerous cyber attacks against businesses around the world have also been identified as Anonymous, a secret group of elite hacktivists, towards military organizations such as the Syrian Electronic Army or ISIL.  The objective of these cyber attacks has been to steal government secrets, cripple infrastructure, or co-opt communications systems, which angers corporations and governments wishing to protect their interests, their information, and their security.


Some analysts warn this is only the beginning.  As the Internet and technology become more widespread, the danger of cybercrimes increases.  If nothing is done to combat this, almost nothing can be considered safe.  Smartphones could provide hackers with a wealth of financial and other private information from its users.  Stock markets could be manipulated to wipe out entire economies overnight.  Power plants and water treatment facilities could be switched off, leaving people without basic necessities. Clearly, this is an issue that needs to be addressed and the only way to address it is through international dialogue and cooperation.


The United Nations General Assembly, Economic and Social Council, and Security Council often stress the importance of cybersecurity and regularly call on member nations to combat cybercrimes.  These usually refer responsibilities to the International Telecommunications Union (ITU), which is a UN agency in Geneva, which is responsible for coordinating efforts on these issues.  They study cyber activity and set standards to which various governments.
Russia and other nation worldwide need to work together to solve this issue.  Countries need to work together to make the world a better place with more allies over enemies.
Examples of countries, which are participants of this issue, are China, and United States (USA).  Other nations can work together to build a better habitat in the world by working together instead of against each other.  If people don’t act up now, information will be spread amongst the entire world.

Source:
O'Connell, Mary Ellen. “Cyber Security without Cyber War | Journal of Conflict and Security Law | Oxford Academic.” OUP Academic, Oxford University Press, 8 Aug. 2012, jcsl.oxfordjournals.org/content/17/2/187.short.

Sunday, 29 October 2017

Memo 5

It was cold and brisk yet warm and calm outside on October 31st, 2020. After school when all the excitement began for trick or treating, I had run upstairs to find my Halloween bag. Ready to go out, I was stopped by my mother who handed me a flashlight to guide me through the misty sky and reminded me to be back home at 11:00 p.m. As I had left the front door at 8:00 p.m. pumped up with energy to get all the Halloween candy, I was stopped by seeing an older man on my driveway. I’ve never seen this man before. The man immediately turned around by the crashing sound of the door closing. It was as if, he was sitting there waiting for me to come out. His eyes, his pastel eyes would remind me of the darkest days, the horrible nights, the worst times of my life. He stared directly at me without saying a word. I approached the man and asked him, “What are you doing here?” With no expressions on his face, no change in his voice, he simply said “Every hour, Tick Tock, Tick Tock, Tick Tock...11 is a special time my friend”

I had no idea what that could’ve meant, standing there ignorant to what he had just said. I confusingly walked past the man trying to forget and continued down the street happily to trick or treat my night away….little did I know, that was just the beginning to a horrible night.
 At 8:15 p.m. I had met up with 2 of my friends to trick or treat and to enjoy the night with. We had wondered which neighbourhood we were going to stay in to get as much candy as possible. As 8:30 approached, that was when Billy Ruger ate a piece of candy that was, opened by its wrapper. We had informed him not to eat it but he did. Suddenly, Billy had fallen in a shock, he couldn’t move. It had seemed that the candy was contaminated with some poison. I checked my phone to call 9-1-1 but it has been too late. It was exactly 9:00 when Billy had gasped for his last breath of air and had passed away on Jimmy’s lap. Faintly in my ear, I had heard the noise, “Tick Tock, Tick Tock, Tick Tock.” Hearing that familiar sound scared me. It brought me back to an hour ago where the old man had given me a sign. Could it be a coincidence?
Jimmy and I were terrified at that moment and didn’t know if we could continue our night. We simply sat there in the park nearby thinking about what had just happened. We were shaken all over with blood covering our clothes. We decided that sitting down and pouting isn’t something that Billy would have wanted. He wouldn’t have wanted us to pout or mourn because of this. He wanted us to be in our Halloween spirit and enjoy our night. Although we knew we couldn’t forget what just happened, we decided to move on and continue trick or treating.

    After a couple house, we had reached this house that didn’t seem too inviting to trick or treaters. Lights were off and signs were posted, “No trick-or-treaters.” You could hear two men screaming from the end of their driveway. I told Jimmy to move on and to go to another house but Jimmy insisted we stayed there and rang the doorbell. I had this feeling in my stomach and waited at the end of the driveway while Jimmy walked to the doorstep. He had just rung the doorbell and I was waiting for a response further down the road….until I heard a simple sound. A sound that can turn a man into a kitty. The sound that could take the soul out of a man and crush it into pieces. “BANG,” is all I heard and with that noise, I simply dropped to the floor and waited. I held my eyes shut. Long enough for someone to have taken something off of me. But I just waited. I waited until I felt it was safe enough to come out and see what had happened. I go to the doorstep, the doorstep that Jimmy was standing on and see him laying there in his own blood. I see him coughing out the remains of his life. I checked my phone for it to be, 10:00 p.m. 
    Then, just then, that familiar sound. That sound that made me stand still not expecting what was to come next, “Tick Tock, Tick Tock, Tick Tock.”
    This couldn't be a coincidence anymore. This is….this is devil's work.

I knew I couldn’t stay outside anymore, it is too dangerous. While I was running back home, I had received a phone call from my mother. She had just seen what has happened to my two friends by the news and was calling me back into the house and making sure I was ok. She made me rush my ways back to “safer” grounds…...but was it safe? I was walking back home to only see a piece of paper sitting there on our driveway. It was a letter directed towards me. I had opened the letter, expecting my acceptance to a university but instead, the letter wrote, “Tick Tock, Tick, Tock, Tick Tock...It is almost 11 o’clock.”
With that, I had run upstairs without saying a word to my parents. Locked all doors and laid there in my bed. Blanket over me, thinking that would protect me from the evil that is outside in our world. I had huddled up and set an alarm for 11:00 p.m. knowing that something bad could happen any moment from now.
I am shaking, scared, terrified but still. I don’t move as time isn’t in my favour. It was 10:58 and I was crying, still under my blanket, praying for anything but this. I was praying to be woken up by this silly nightmare. My friends are dead and am I next? It was 10:59 p.m. Birds had stopped chirping, leaves had stopped rustling. Everything had stopped, everything seemed calm for a second. The door to my bedroom was rattling and shaking. There was a man outside saying, “Open up, it’s the O.P.P and we are here to help you.”

That was my saviour, that was my miracle, that is what I was waiting for but I didn’t move. I waited in my bed. Waited for it to be 11:00. I thought that maybe the evil was behind those doors and was pretending to save me. Maybe that evil thought I was too dumb to fall for his tricks.
    My phone started ringing which represented it was 11:00 and that had interrupted my train of thought. Now I knew I can’t leave my bed to open that door. As soon as my phone started ringing, the door stopped shaking. The noises outside my room had stopped. It seemed perfect but how?
That is when my question was answered as I saw a shadow in my room moving closer and closer towards me. This unknown shadow saying the famous words that I had heard all night, “Tick Tock, Tick Tock, Tick Tock.” I couldn’t see what was there or what it was but it got closer. As it got closer, the face became familiar. I have seen this darkness before. It had features of an older man. His eyes were shut but somehow knew where he was going. He had opened his eyes and that’s when I knew by those pastel eyes of darkness staring at me it was the man sitting at my driveway since the very beginning.

R.I.P Aiden Eggleton: October 31st 11:00 p.m.
C.O.D (cause of death): Unknown

Monday, 23 October 2017

Memo 4


Gord Downie becoming an influence to many people,
and his background story
“Music is the ultimate medium for expressions of love, and those expressions find a beautiful backdrop in the environment. Music is also a popular rallying point — at its central core, it’s a way for people to get in touch with the best parts of themselves and to voice the love in their hearts. And the environment is one of the great loves of our lives — when we think of the best parts of ourselves, the environment is always there, informing us, as a backdrop.” — Gord Downie
Gordon Edgar “Gord” Downie is a major Canadian rock musician, writer, and on some occasions an actor. This man was part of a very famous band formed in Kingston, “The Tragically Hip.” He was not only one of the most famous Canadian artists, he was also an influence to many people. His story brought all sorts of emotions to his fans such as joy, anger, and depression; this list can go on forever. When listening to his songs and the rhythm or beat, people think it was made to dance and have a good time. However, the moment people sit back and listen to the lyrics, a story filled with all sorts of imagery and allusions is formed and people understand the real meaning of the song.
Downie was born in a suburb in Kingston, ON where he met friends to form this band, Tragically Hip. Originally the band started off performing in coffee shops and bars which later resulted in them signing a Record Deal and performing on real stages. Downie has made several albums with his group including their first album Death Cab
On the 24th of May, 2016, The Tragically Hip shared the news that shattered many of their fans hearts. This lead to social media going viral and much more. The famous singer of The Tragically Hip, Gord Downie, was diagnosed with a brain tumour. Doctors from different hospitals have said that it is terminal cancer and he will pass away soon. Hearing this horrible news, Downie thought of it as something to gain from.

He insisted to continue playing and to not stop his career. Many people around the world have felt truly strong with this story of how he never gave up. This is influencing people around the world and showing them that no matter what obstacle lies ahead, you can still continue to pursue your dreams. Many Tweets went out on that day: “Stay Strong we will always love you”, “You are my hero and will always be”, “You truly are the fighter in my heart.” Once the news broke out, they created a new album for this event and to support Downie, this album was called “Man Machine Poem.”
Ever since he started battling cancer he was obviously going through a rough time but he was always battling hard. The past months he was diagnosed were the worst but he still performed and will perform for many people around the world. He continues to touch people with his music and to continue his dreams from his childhood. He just wanted to do it to share great music. As he once said, “We want to bring good music to the people. That’s what it’s all about.” — Gord Downie, 2012. Not only did he inspire others, he inspired me. He showed me that no matter what, never give up no matter what comes into your way; there is always a way to dodge the obstacle.
I strongly believe we should respect for all that he has done for us.

Thank you Gord Downie.

Thursday, 12 October 2017

Memo 3



If tomorrow wasn’t promised, what would you give for today? Forget everything else, forget that there was any sunlight left. What would you spend today…thinking about it. Yourself? Or the man that’s beside you?
We get one opportunity in our life. What if the job you have, is the only job you get this year? What if the relationship you’re in, is the only relationship you get this year? What if, what you have is all you get and you will get no more. What if they do not give us more, then what we gonna do?
Many of you should just sit and think, that if you had to live over again, you can do more than what you’ve done already.That proves a point. That what we do and what we accomplish in life is only a tip of the iceberg, what’s possible for us.
If you die, this very moment. What will die with you? What dreams? What ideas? What talents? What leadership potential? What greatness that you showed it up to the brain. That you allowed fear and procrastination to hold you back. Only to realize that you’ve never lived, only to realized that you never stretch to surface of your potential.
It's like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don’t go out anymore. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we’re living in is getting smaller, And all we say is, “please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel belted radials, and I won’t say anything. Just leave us alone.” Well, I’m not going to leave you alone. I want you to get mad!
I don’t want you to protest. I don’t want you to riot. I don’t want you to write to your congressman because I wouldn’t know what to tell you to write. I don’t know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the crime in the street. All I know is that first, you’ve got to get mad. You’ve gotta say “I’m a HUMAN BEING, God damn it! My life has VALUE!”
Whatever legacy you’re gonna leave. Leave your legacy. Wins and losses come a dime a dozen. But effort? Nobody can judge effort. Every time, someone says ‘no’ it brings you to another step…to a ‘yes’. You are getting closer, trust me. You will win if you don’t quit.
So that team that thinks they’ve already seen you? They think what they’ve seen on film. They ain’t saw what film shows. Because every day is a new day. Every moment is a new moment. So now you got to go out and show them, that you’re a different creature, now!
Everybody got a dream. Everybody got a goal. The question is when you wake up in the morning: What effort you’ll put in for?
If you died, this very moment. What will die with you? What dreams? What ideas? What talents? What Greatness that you showed up to the brain.
We get one opportunity in life…one chance in life.
Leave your mark to endure forever!

Memo 9