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Music Video

Here's a music video I made for my friend Katja!

My Bible got confiscated...

Look at the title of this post once again? Doesn't it sound stupid? I mean, at school, you can get your phone, iPod, etc. confiscated. But... the Bible?
This morning I brought my Bible to school to show it to Yasmin. We couldn't stop reading it. In English class we sat there reading and underlining interesting things we could find. Yes, I know, class isn't the right time to read something like that... But it's so interesting!!!
No one takes Computers seriously. So Yasmin and I continued reading. Mr Woodbridge asked us what the book was called. He took it and looked at the cover. His face: priceless!
"The Holy Bible," he said. "That's weird. Is it your new 'thing'? First, India, then the Bible?"
(Wow... Just because we make fun of the accent so much doesn't mean we are into "India"... Seriously!)
So he casually walked away with a strange look on his face...
As we continued, Mrs L, our computer teacher, appeared behind us. She took the book. The thought "hit" us and we couldn't stop laughing. We got our Bible confiscated!
After class, to avoid further problems, we rushed outside, hoping that Mrs L gave it to Mr Woodbridge. No. It was worse than that. At lunch we came back to the computer room to see if the Bible was still there. Miss D was standing at the entrance and asked us, "What do you, girls, want?" Not thinking how strange it might sound, I answered, "The Bible." We told her how it got confiscated. Honestly, I would rather get my phone confiscated. At least, it's understandable!
Of course, the Bible wasn't there, so Yasmin and I went to reception. We asked if we can talk to Mrs L. When she came out she told us that she is going to give the book to M Perron, our discipline advisor.
Shouting things like "She worships the devil!", "She's going to burn it!", "My Bible!!!" etc., we ran to the discipline office. We asked M Peron if he has the book.
"The B i b l e...?"
"I would be afraid to confiscate that," said Steve, standing nearby.
So Sonyasmin went back to reception to find Mrs Lemale casually walking outside. We followed her back to the office.
The three of them, M Peron, M B and Mrs L, were in the office for about 20 minutes. They were talking and flipping through the pages of the Bible... I think they just couldn't get over the fact that it was just a Bible with no hidden messages or notes in it! Steve walked by and saw us standing by the wall and said, "I've been working in this school for 10 years and this is the first time they confiscated a Bible."
"We're good Christian girls," we said. (Meh... Kind of hard to explain this inside joke...)
Finally, Mrs L walked out of the office. We knocked on the door and went inside.
"On page 1000something," said M Peron, "it says 'do not disrespect authority.'"
Wow... They used a quote from the Bible against us... Coooool.... *slow clap*
After going back and forth to the office and to class we finally got it back.
The moral of the story: don't read the Bible in class. Telling everyone the story of how you got it confiscated is very embarassing...

I'm reading the Bible!

Ok... Before I start this I have to clarify something. I do not come from a religious family. I don't know anything about religion. I only found out that you sing in a church a couple of weeks ago. That's how uneducated I am. And....
Yes... I did it... I bought the Bible! And I'm reading it right now. My mum didn't want me to get it.
The moment I started reading it I couldn't stop! It's so interesting! Even though its more than 1000 pages long I really want to finish it!

We're invisible!

So yesterday it was Friday.
In art class we were doing masks. We had to lie on the desk and our partner had to put this liquid-white-bandage-thing on out face. Yasmin and I were smarter... We found a mask and instead of doing the design on someone else we did it on the mask in another room.
After school we decided to go to the auditorium. The projector and the computer were there this time. We connected both of them and logged on the computer. But the mouse wasn't working. I found a way to control the computer without the mouse and looked for a nice picture (of something not really... Yeah... Not telling you...). Suddenly the French section principal walked in. Everything was projected on the screen so I pressed alt+F4. He walked out the other door and didn't even notice us... Finally we found the right picture. We couldn't find a way to zoom in on it. Then another important member of the staff walked in. This time the alt+F4 didn't work... But he didn't notice us either!
We couldn't find a way to zoom in on the photo we found so we gave up and switched everything off. (Listen, I don't know how to clear the history without a mouse...)
After Simply my mum told me that Vasjok, my cousin, will not be coming to the summer campus this summer. I was really sad... What am I going to do?

The faith of the world

Just for you to know I got my English essay back. Yes... The one about "To kill a mockingbird". I got a B- and threw it in the trash immediately. Haha.

Recently I have been really interested in religion. So now Yasmin and I are working on this project about it. We decided to call it "The Faith of the World". We are going to study four religions:

Christianity
It's all around us and it seems very interesting to study. I'm supposed to be Christian, but I know nothing abut it. I would also like to find out about the difference between the Orthodox and the Catholic Church.

Islam
I studied it a little bit last year and I don't know much about it. I have many questions about it.

Buddhism
Actually, Buddhism is a way of life and not exactly a religion. It seems very interesting to me.

Hinduism
It looks very interesting to study and it is very different from the other three. Most of the books I borrowed from the library are about it so I hope I'm going to have enough information.

The maximum time to study a religion is a month. (And a minimum is a week.) We're also planning on visiting different places (Cathedrals, churches, etc.) and maybe even libraries. We can also interview others and ask for opinion
Yesterday, I went to the school library at lunch and got six fat books about Christianity and religion in general. At home (instead of doing my history haha) I read some of them and wrote stuff in my notebook. I made a quick summary of the life of Jesus and what Christians are. Today I'm going to continue.
Wish me luck!

Back to school!

This time I was very happy and excited to be back at school. But let's take a step back and have a look at what I have done over the past few days.
On Friday Yasmin and I went to the mountains. Surprisingly, it was so hot and sunny you wouldn't be able to tell if it was summer or spring. The most exciting thing was the "hike". We went to a nearby forest and, instead of taking the usual path, decide to explore. After walking for what seemed like forever we got out of the forest. We were very thirsty and tired, crossed the river and bought two bottles of water in a restaurant. We were very proud of ourselves.
I spent the night at Yasmin's house and the next day we went to the cinema with Franny and Carolina. We saw The Croods.

Yasmin was skipping to English class and I was like "Chod my life! This kutiya is embarrassing me!" I didn't really mind having this class today. I showed Yasmin the drawing I did during my holidays. (Unfortunately, I can't publish it here.) It's about how we climbed trees, ditched assembly and how many things look like from our point of view. I find it very funny.
Computers was probably something I was looking forward to. I hate the class (if you can even call it that). I forgot what we were doing...
Lunch was calmer than usual and so was homeroom.
I made a couple of pictures in Photography class.

!!!BARCELONA!!!

So I wanted to write something again...

Whenever I write something it somehow turns out to be in second person in present tense.... So here's what I wrote this morning:

You look up into the dark purple sky. Not a single light can be seen. Not a single sound can be heard. Out of the silence the sudden waves of a cold wind come out. They start slapping your cheeks, tangling your neatly braided hair. You realise that you can’t cover yourself with anything. Your feet are numb and frozen. Your arms are covered with goose bumps. Your backpack seems heavier with every step you make.

You stop and stare into the darkness of the forest in front of you. Suddenly, you can see a light. Hidden in the bushes and the tall trees it flickers as if telling you to come closer. Not thinking about the next step, you hurry to the light. As you come closer you realise that it is not a fire or a lamp. The light glows and flickers in the light shades of purple. You stop. The light is about a metre away from you. Thoughts fill your mind. Could this place be safe? Should you trust the beautiful light?

The questions cannot be answered for there’s a figure in front of you. It is too late to turn back. It is too late to think over what you have done. You stand there, frozen, as the dark figure comes closer and closer.

You see a girl, just like you, examining you with her curious eyes. There’s something unusual about her. She doesn’t seem human. She’s wearing a green, strangely textured dress and no shoes. Her eyes are deep and large. Her hair is neither curly nor straight. It is multicoloured and... It glows in the dark.

It takes you a moment to understand what is going on.

The two of you are standing in the dark forest studying each other with eyes large of astonishment. She puts her hand on your shoulder, as if testing if you’re real, and turns her head slightly. You touch her hand.

Moments after moments, you just stand there holding each other’s hands. Afraid to breath or move.

The girl is the first one to break the silence.

“Who are you?” she asks.

You don’t know how to exactly answer her question. Is she asking you for your name? Is she trying to figure out where you’re from? You decide not to say anything, but ask her another question.

“What’s your name?”

“My name?” the girl says.

“Yes,” you reply, “your name?”

“My name?”

It seemed like both of you were talking in absolutely different languages. Simple things that were normal to you were hard to understand for her. You decide to rephrase the question.

“What do people call you here?”

“There are no people here,” is the answer.

You think about what she has said, trying to bring meaning to her words.

“Sit down,” she tells you. “And tell me about your world.”

She takes your hand and forces you to the ground.

The light still glows.

“There are no people....” you whisper quietly, not able to form a proper question or sentence.

“You look so lost. What’s the matter?” The girl takes your hand. “Are you hungry? Do you want some fruit?”

You realise that you are quite hungry indeed and reply, “Thanks! I brought some food with me.”

You open your backpack, take out an orange and put it on the ground. The girl stares at it as if never seen anything like that before.

“Do you want some?” you ask politely.

Without saying anything the girl takes the orange and examines it. “Is it edible?” she asks.

You nod, thinking how strange it is that she doesn’t know what oranges are.

The girl bites the orange, without peeling it and says in disgust, “I don’t think I like it.”

“You have to peel it first,” you explain and take the orange from her. You see that the marks she left on the orange are very unusual. It doesn’t look like it has been bitten by human teeth.

Having peeled the orange you give it back to the girl. She devours it quickly.

“I never had anything like this before!” she exclaims. “It’s sweet, but kind of sour too. Where did you get it from?”

You’re not so sure what to say. Does she mean the name of the shop you got the orange from? You decide to say, “This one store near my house.”

The girl looks at you with misunderstanding. You get a feeling that she didn’t understand anything of what you have said.

“Never mind then,” you mumble.

You take out another orange and give it to her. She peels it carefully like a little child and gives a half of it to you.

“Where did you come from?” she asks. Again, her question seems strange to you. She didn’t ask “Where do you come from” or “Where are you from”. The way she phrased it is very odd.

Before you could open your mouth she suddenly decided to answer the question herself. “I know where you came from!” she exclaimed. “You’re from Nafricia!”  

You think it is better to go along with it and nod.

“I heard that people from Nafricia are very nice people!” she continued. “And that they have strange textured hair and coloured eyes like you!”

“You have coloured eyes too, do you,” you ask her, still not quite sure what she is on about.

“Yes, but they change colour,” she answered. After a long pause the girl asks another strange question. “Can I touch your hair?”

You are surprised, but seeing nothing wrong with it, you unbraid your hair and say “yes”.