My Online Journal

I was told many stories as a child. I remember there was always this ridiculous story I was told by my grandma in her way of explaining where babies came from. My grandmother always told me that when two people got married and wanted a baby to begin their new life and family, they went to see this fairy, someone like a godmother, and ask her to grant them a child. She said that if these two people were good and respective and they asked for a girl, they shall recieve a girl, but if they were bad and ungrateful, they shall recieve a boy and vice versa. Then she told that sometime around 8 to 10 months later, they will get a baby! Well me being my little silly 5 year old self,I actually believed her for a while. Then about 2 years later, I knew the truth and felt silly for believing such a story, but then again I was a kid, what did I know about making babies??

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It was a time long ago, a time when the Greek Gods walked the earth, a time of legendary stories. Amrita, a

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I'm good at art. I love drawing and coloring. I also love martial arts. I love to dance. I enjoy listening to all kinds of music and dancing. Dancing is my favorite hobby. I think it's a of way of expressing your self in a artistic way. I think both arts express feelings. I enjoy art. Coloring and drawing is my spare time activity. Dancing is my daily afternoon hobby. After doing homework, I go to my room, put the music on and dance. I listen to all music. Latin, Indian, and all other kinds.

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My room is big and beautiful. I have a large bed, a walk-in closet, a desk, and the night stands and dresser. My bedroom set is lilac and white, my desk is desk is white, and my closets are gray. I love my room, I enjoy spending a lot of time in my room. It makes me feel comfortable and relaxed.I love my room because it defines me. The aspects of my room tell all about me. I like being in my room because I have many entertaining things to keep me busy.

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The classroom has a very educational atmosphere. The classroom has a very large blackboard, then a little smaller one to the right of the door. There are four (4) rows of computers with and aisle in the middle. Behind me, there are the closets with webpages pasted on them. Off to my far left, there are 7 windows, each shaded with a light brown shade. All the way up over my head, there are three (3) rows of huge lights. My classroom is very gray!

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When I walk home, my house smells beautiful. From the door the first smell I get is the smell of the plants by the door. The kitchen always smells like a mixture of flowers and fruits. The entire first floor smells like flowers as a matter of fact. The second floor have a mixture of flowers and perfume. I love the way my house smells.

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The lunchroom is always a big mess. There are kids running around screaming like loose animals from the zoo. You hear constant talking, banging, laughing and all sounds that show signs of children being in the area. There are the dean's walkie- talkies and the students blabbering. It's loud like the fish markets!

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I don't like many animals. There was this snake I once touched even though I hate snakes. We went on a trip to the zoo in the 1st grade and we touched snakes, and some other animals. It felt rough and slimy. It was moist and sticky.

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I have many favorite people. There is this one special person I really admire. This person is rich, beautiful and smart. She smells like flowers and sweet perfume. Her hands are soft when I shook her hand. Her hair is light brown and her eyes are hazel. She is beautiful. She works hard for what she likes and has. She is brave and caring. She is admired, loved, and envied. She is popular and talented. She a gift from God.

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I also don't like many people. I don't like one of my friend's friend. She is snobby. Her hair looks like she has been through electriC shocks. Her eyes are black and her skin is caked wih make- up. She is fat and has a pathetic attitude. Many people thinks the same about her because she is two- faced. I hate two face people. She smokes and is a total disaster. Her life and her "issues" are like soap operas. She has a new crush every week and is a jealous freak. She is conceited and disrespectful to herself and others. She is a pathetic excuse for a "best friend".

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The saddest moment in my life was when my best friend died. He was such a wonderful friend. His funeral was the saddest part of his death. I was in a daze and a state of shock. All the sounds around me were faded away. I didn't notice any one or anything that was around me. I felt dead and lost. I didn't notice anything. Everyone seemed miles and miles away even though they were there with me. I felt all alone and depressed. I really don't like deaths, the stress me out.

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The happiest moment of my life was when I went to went to Disney World when I was six. I was so happy. The sounds were loud and carried a happy tune. Everyone around me had happy smiles and looks on their faces. Everything was beautiful. There was music, birds, and lots and lots of talking and laughing. The scene was beautiful . There was light and heavenly colors everywhere. Flowers and the beautiful princes, and princesses. I loved it there. It was wonderful.

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There was this time when I witnessed a guy being beat up by a bunch of thugs. The poor guy was walking from the park going home and these guys came up to him and started pushing him around and beating him up. I felt terrible. I really wanted to do something but I couldn't. I was nervous. I felt weak inside knowing this guy was gettig beat up for no reason. The thugs took aways his jewelry and his wallet. It was terrible. The poor guy ended up in the hospital with a broken of basically everything. This is why I don't believe in violence.

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When something bad happens, I like to share it with someone special but it also depends on what it was and who I'll share it with. If the situation is urgent I think it is neccessary to tell someone about it. Then there are also things that happens that you like to keep to your self. I would write it down and keep a note of it. There are many things in the world that needs to be kept a secret.

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When something good happens, I would no the same as when something bad happens. I'll tell the person who it involves. I would also write it down to cherish the memry of the event. When something good happens, many people like to surprise everyone. But then again there are somethings that people would like to keep to themselves.

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To me inspiration is someone or something that you believe in to help you to do something you are good at or want to do. When someone inspires you, you look up to them to do what needs to be done. When I write my poetry, I look at all the other famouse poets for inspiration. Knowing their achievements, that helps me to want to get there as well.

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WOW! The first day of high school I had butterflies in my tummy. I was a nervous wreck. I was scared, I felt lost and alone. I didn't know anyone, anything or where I had to go or do. I felt like that lost little puppy in the middle of time square. Bad sight! Then I eventually got to know people and I kind of found my way around... some how.

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My fondest memory of high school was when I first walked into the building the first day of school. I took one look at everyone and fell into a daze. I looked at these people and wondered who were they. I saw big people, little people, skinny, fat, bald, and all kinds of people. My first impression was WOW!

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My worst memory of high school was when I met some of my teachers, not mentioning any names. They scared me. The looks in their eyes made my tummy hurt. I knew my year would be a living hell. I remember those teachers who did this to me. Who put me through this disasterous nightmare. I will always, and I mean always, remember these teachers. Always.

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In my first year on high school, I learned a whole bunch of stuff. Most of which I am sooo sure I will never need in the future. I have no idea why we need to learn it anyway. I learned a lot of new stuff. Things I never knew anything about, I know a whole lot about. I learned too much to write it all.

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If I had to change something about my freshman year I would change my report card. All through elementary and junior high I was a 95 average student. Then, I came to high school and ohhhhh man, there was a major land slide going down hill in full speed. A drastic change. I wish I could change that.