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Monday, May 31, 2010

My definition.

Butterflies full of tinker dust passes our heads 
when the world sinks 
to the 
bottom 
with a thud that scares birds from trees 
and imagination that makes the sky pink. 


Reality is what makes those holes in the ground 
while hope gives us wind and a parachute.  
Courage is what holds your baby and fear 
is what ties your dog with a leash.  


Beliefs are what makes us stronger 
while it can also turn us into the Hulk, 
and love is when we feel that warmth the sun brings as it rises and vanishes everything else except your hand and mine.

Monday, May 24, 2010

Damn my imagination.

Instead of listening in class I draw funky people with a friend. Here's another drawing.


Monday, May 17, 2010

The place where I can return.

I know you're the person I can return to because when Im thinking of you, you're thinking of me too.

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Throw a peace sign and say Hey pimp daddy!

Friday, May 14, 2010

Forehead.

My forehead will kill all my future boyfriends. 

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

You can be what ever you want to be.

The weird kangaroo and the funky skunk.



Sunday, May 9, 2010

Mothers day.

I hope that we, as your daughters, will make you happy and will take care of you till your very last breath.

Saturday, May 8, 2010

Busy schedule.

Last night I went to my cousins fashion show. She looked really nice. I screamed for her.


Today Im going to the movies with my super cool friend, Fatima obviously, and Im planning on makin' her eat McDs.


Later tonight Im gonna go to my other long lost friend, Laylaa (I'll tell you about her some other time), 'cause its her grade 10 Ball and Im gonna take pictures of her and make feel wonderful.


Wish me good luck to make this eventful day happen. Peace out.

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Teachers.

My teacher just kills all my knowledge of mathematics. She teaches so slow. She's like a snail.


I wish I could step on her.

Monday, May 3, 2010

Take it in.

"Great minds talk about ideas. Small minds talk about people."

Saturday, May 1, 2010

My home feels like a school.

I haven't stopped working since the start of school. I really wanna throw my books and pens in the trash. Thats what I really feel like doing.


But I won't, cause I'd be sitting on the floor retrieving all my things from the bin and wasting time. I'd rather wish an elephant to magically drop from the sky on my school.


That would be great.