New Blog

•October 27, 2008 • 18 Comments

So… Bhavya and I have decided to create a blog in which both of us participate. I will write on both although I think I will focus more on my new blog. I write about different things on that one… not really about my life but life in general…

To visit the new blog click here

For You

•October 25, 2008 • 16 Comments

This last poem is for Vicky. Not only was she born on the same day, month, year and almost same time, she was and still is my best friend. We were always together from age 4 to 7. We used to play all games together and imagine we were long lost sisters. Vicky, this poem is for you, and don’t forget you’re my best friend and that I miss you.

You Were There For Me

Words escape me
at this moment
that seems like the end
yet it is only the beginning
when friendships are close
and dreams are far
you were there for me.
Tears fill me
with memories of both good and bad
some nearly forgetton
yet all dear to the heart
you were there for me.
In times of trouble
and in times of thanks
you stood by my side
and held me up.
Through your ever-patient ears
to your comforting hugs
you were there for me.
From that first day
when I saw you and knew
that you would love me for who I was
you were there for me.
And until the day
when we are old and gray
I will always know that
you are there for me.

Erin Porter

Friendship

•October 24, 2008 • 14 Comments

I consider friendship one of the most important things in the world. I took a found a few poems that describe friendship very well. Those poems apply for Bhavya, Lyra, and Nana especially although they also apply for all my other friends. I took them from a site called: http://www.friendship.com.au/poetry/

Here are my favorite ones.

This one is for Naemi:

A Friend Like You

Everyone should have
a friend like you
You are so much fun to be with
And you are such a good person
You crack me up with laughter
And touch my heart with your kindness
You have a wonderful ability
To know when to offer advice
And when to sit in quiet support
Time after time
You’ve come to my rescue
And brightend so many
Of my routine days
And time after time
I’ve realized how fortunate
I am that my life includes you
I really do believe that
Everybody should have a friend like you
But so far it looks like
You are one of a kind!

By: Natasha

This one for Bhavya:

For My Best Friend

This is for you, my best friend,
the one person i can tell my soul too
Who can relate to me like no other
Who I can laugh with to no extents,
Who I can cry too when times are tough,
Who can help me with the problems of my life.

Never have you turned your back on me
Or told me I wasnt good enough
Or let me down

I don’t think you know what that means to me
You have went through so much pain and you still have time
For me.
And I love you for listening even when inside YOU are dying
And I look up too you because you are strong,
and caring
and beautiful.
Even though you don’t think you are.

And I hope you know that I am always here
To listen to you laugh and cry and help
In all the ways that i can
And I will try to be at least half the friend you are
To me.

I hope you know I would not be the person I am today, with out you.
My best friend.

By: Anon

 

This one is for Lyra and the answer to the questions is all yes:

A Friend Most True

I need to know if you’re my true friend,
will you be by my side until the end?
Can I tell you my secrets deep,
and trust them in your heart you’ll keep?
We are neither of us without our flaws,
can you accept mine as I will yours?
I’ll be a shoulder to cry on when you’re blue,
will you be there for me when I need you?
No matter how busy I will make time for you,
if you are busy will you make time for me too?
I will take your hand and comfort your tears,
will you hold me and soothe my fears?
I will give you joy and many warm smiles,
can we share that even across many miles?
I will not forget what’s important to you,
will you remember what’s important to me too?
With you my most favourite things I’ll share,
If only I know do you truly care?
If you can accept me as I do you,
then I will know you are a friend most true.

By: Wendy Hinson

And this last one is for all my friends:

The Best of Friends

The best of friends,
Can change a frown,
Into a smile,
when you feel down.

The best of friends,
Will understand,
Your little trials,
And lend a hand.

The best of friends,
Will always share,
Your secret dreams,
Because they care.

The best of friends,
Worth more than gold,
Give all the love,
A heart can hold.

By: Jill Wolf 

My Birthday!

•October 22, 2008 • 26 Comments

Yep so today is the most special person’s birthday! Mine! So instead of writing a post about how wonderful I am I decided to let others do that! So comment if you love me and write something about me! (That sounded sefl- centered).

Bhavya though, wrote something on her blog and she wanted me to show you guys what she thinks so here it goes:

Today, the 22nd of October is a very special day, dear readers, because today is….

Cinny’s Birthday!!!!!!

yes! today is the most fantastic day, besides mine, and that’s her birthday!

And I have to tell you, I am gonna try and top Cinny’s Birthday message for me. So here it goes, a post all about Cinny, if I am missing anything just tell me.

Cinny, or Cinnamon Thyme aka Carole, is the most unique, creative and wacky friend ever known, atleast to me.  She is a person always full of ideas, and sometimes of herself (jking!). She is a person that makes you REALLY think in the toughest situation possible. If you’re stuck, when a person like me lives far away, she manages to bring a smile upon my face on the darkest day possible. She makes me laugh, she makes me cry, she sees me cry, she wipes away those tears, she never cries( which STILL puzzles me), she is many things, so I can’t really write all of them down.

Cinny, I wanna say…

  • I miss being in science class with you passing notes, writing poems
  • I miss you eating my lunch
  • I miss playing with you
  • I miss the first sleepover at your house

I miss a lot of things, but most of all I miss YOU! and I am happy your my friend. Cuz’ your the best friend I could find, your an awesome person, and thank you for being my friend!

Happy Birthday, once again Cinnamon! D

Happy Birthday,Happy Birthday,Happy Birthday,Happy Birthday,Happy Birthday,Happy Birthday,Happy Birthday,Happy Birthday,Happy Birthday,Happy Birthday,Happy Birthday,Happy Birthday,Happy Birthday,Happy Birthday,Happy Birthday,Happy Birthday,Happy Birthday,Happy Birthday,Happy Birthday,Happy Birthday,Happy Birthday,Happy Birthday,Happy Birthday,Happy Birthday,Happy Birthday,Happy Birthday,Happy Birthday,Happy Birthday,Happy Birthday,Happy Birthday,Happy Birthday,Happy Birthday,Happy Birthday,

I warn you I will scream that it’s your birthday, at school. P

And the Winners are…

•October 20, 2008 • 75 Comments

As I have said before, we were presenting a play about The Iliad, and we were supposed to show it to younger kids, I think they were K5’s. The teacher and her students came over to our class and sat the children down. We were all nervous, (because of preschoolers!) We were all dressed in our to long togas and getting ready to present. There were three groups, and my groups was the last one to present, the third. The teacher and children were supposed to vote for the best group and presentation. So there we were, with the same presentation as last time. When it was Pam’s turn to send the dream to me as I slept, unlike last time, the effectw asn’t exactly the same. Instead of laughters, it was more like the sound cricricri that those insects, of which I forgot the name, do at night. Anyway, the kids were to young to say anything and vote, they were more into the, “I like it!” “Me too!” “Me too!” “Yeah, me too!” thing. It wasn’t cery helpful so the teacher stayed after the play to say which groups she thought had presented best and had the most creativity. After a long speech about how every groups was wonderful, and it was hard to choose, she said:

“And the winners are…” (suspence and drums) “… the third group!” That is when my group and I cheer like crazy and thank the world, and our families and all the support from all the poeple who were ther at this dificult moment…(all as a joke). We were so proud of ourselves!

Never Ending Days

•October 17, 2008 • 3 Comments

Days now, this week especially, seem to never end. I am exhausted and in desperate need for sleep. Throughout this whole week I was waking up tired, spending days like a zombie at school, and coming back home only to do homework, walk Bouba, read to my little sister, eat and than sleep. I don’t think I’ll survive like that next week. Every morning I wake up, look at the time, and say, “oh, I can sleep longer…” and than I fall asleep, wake up and say the same again until I get up too late and arrive late at school with a “cara de merda”.

Today though, was a fun day, at least during English class. We were supposed to do a play sumarizing a part of Chapter 2 in The Iliad. I was in a group with Pam, Alvy and Thais. We had a mega production with special effects. (Little baby lamp that when you turn on drawings of planets appear on the wall and turn. That was to symobolize the night. And we had a video and a slide show…)  So I was Agamemnon and Pam was Zeus. She was supposed to send me a dream about the war with the Greeks. She stood up behind me while I lied down on a bunch of chairs in my gigantic white sheet and faked I was sleeping. She started acting as if she was putting a spell on me and sending me a dream. The problem was that she did some voodoo instead, and I just lifted my sword and turned it that way and that as if I was dreaming of war. Pam got so into it that the whole class burst out laughing, including her and me. It was just the funiest thing ever…

Bouba

•October 15, 2008 • 8 Comments

I’ve been walking a dog for some time now. At least learning too. At first I was afraid, because I have to admit he is big and very happy and excited. But I discovered that with just a little bit of authority you can discover his wonderful side. Bouba, is a three year old (I think), brown labrador. He is the most adorable thing in the world. I really don’t know what to write about him and how to discribe him because he is so unique and special. Even though he is big, he will never ever bite you. The only danger that can come from standing close to him is if he jumps on you and knocks you over. Bref (French expression that I used because it went well with what I need to say and I don’t know the translation), I love him. :P

Nana!

•October 12, 2008 • 11 Comments

As I said before the month of October is full of birthdays including mine. Today, the 12th of October is Naemi’s 13th birthday! Happy Birthday Nana!!! As I did for Bhavya I will write a small paragraph describing her.

Naemi can also be called Angel. Her face, the way sh walks, she talks, everything she does is simply pure and angelic. She seems to have come out of a dream. The perfect friend. She is always there, always happy, and always there with a new joke for you to laugh at. She never lets you down like many people would do. She sits down with you and listens to you until you’re done, and once you are done she answers and gives you advice and consoles you until you feel as happy as you were at the beginning. Like Bhavya, she shares what she has with a big smile on her lips. It is impossible not to become her friend when you know her, or to leave her once you do. (Except for Lyra).

Nana, tu sais que t’es mon petit caca en sucre adoré hein? T’es la seule qui partage tous mes secret comme Azlania ou même Azl (hehe, même si t’aime pas JC) et je sais qu’il sont en sécurité avec toi parce que tu es une copine loyal. Joyeux Anniversaire. On a le même âge pour 10 jours, faut en profiter!!!! 

Bat – Bird, Once Again

•October 7, 2008 • 6 Comments

Yes, I was attacked once more by the bat – bird. I was happily walking down the stairs when… I hear strange noises. Like wings beating on windows. I look behind the curtains that cover the giant window facing our garden and there is the same black bird, his enormous wings opened, furiously beating to try to break the window and fly away. I push the curtains away and try to catch the bat – bird so I can bring him outside. He starts getting scared, his heart probably beating very fast. He beats his wing stronger and stronger giving me a lot of struggle to catch him. After two long minutes of fighting with a bird, I grab him. He beats his wings, panicking but then calms down when he sees he can’t get away and instead curls his little claws around my finger and “calms” down. This time it looks like he holds his breath, waiting to see what fate he is going to receive. I stroke his little head to calm him down as I rush down the stairs. I ask my younger sister to open the big glass windows and she does so. I step out and open my hands gently and he flaps his wings and flys away.

The thing I don’t understand is how this bat – bird or those bat – birds manage to get inside my house. All windows are closed, and all doors are too. How can the bird have come in????

Band Practice

•October 6, 2008 • 29 Comments

It’s going to be almost a year that I have a band. A friend and I had decided to create one at school so that we could have fun doing what we liked. We got people who could play different instruments, and there we were. Latetly, a new member had joined the band, a French girl. I was already having problems with Chloe who kept saying she sang bad, and that she couldn’t play and blabla, just so she discouraged herself. Now that there is this new girl, Amelie, which is my friend, and that sings better than her, things have gotten worse.

Now, I can’t stay close to Amelie, I can’t stay close to Naemi, I can’t stay close to anyone without her butting in and talking to me and taking me away from my friends. This doesn’t only happen to me, Amelie can’t stay alone with a nother friend, it had to be with her. Her own sister, Naemi cannot even talk to her friends. Chloe comes up to her group of friends, grabs them by the arm, and leaves with them, and the worse is that she doesn’t even know them.

She had always been a problem, I guess she has a few social problems, no one can have other friends than her. Today has been the worse, the moment when my patience flew out. She started crying, yelling, calling Amelie and I names, for a completly stupid reason and I just couldn’t take it anymore. I answered back and Amelia did the same. We tried to stop her from crying and exagerating but she wouldn’t listen she would cry and cry and cry. She apparently couldn’t sing well, she couldn’t play well, everyone was better than her, her mom said she played and sand bad, Amelie and I were mean, would not understand her, we yelled at her, we wouldn’t let her sing the song she wanted when she always made efforts for us and we always sang songs that we liked…

We had found a nice solution that worked and was fine with everyone, even with her. So than we started singing as we should and she just stopped. So Amelie asked her what was wrong and Chloe started crying and yelled, but really yell hystrically, that she would quit, that she was mad, that she hated everything. We had found a solution, but well, we were happy and she didn’t want that or at least that’s what it seems like, and she had to get crazy about everything…

Well, I’m not getting into details, but she has a few social problems, and Amelie and I can’t always be there to tell her that no, she sings well, and no we love her, and no she’s the best… I suppose all of you get what I mean, but because of her, Amelie and I always get yelled at by our parents, and we just can’t stand her anymore. Our patience has limits and if it passes those, than we can’t do it anymore.