InDiAn DiVa

1. Ok, I am going to do a nice post for Amara and Jillian now. You should bookmark my blog for whenever either of you arre suffering from low self-esteem.

Amara’s:

Amara is the coolest because she is not afraid to share her innermost  thoughts and feelings. She lets me read her beautiful poems. She always listens to me when I’m being dorky and/or randomly stupid (pretty often), and she doesn’t go leaping after guys who are cute, like I do, before I have any clue. Amara picks guys to like who are special (to her, not often to me). She likes people for who they are, not for who they look like they should be. She is friends with people who are caring and individually interesting. She explains double meanings of seemingly innocent words and phrases to me, who has no clue, so that I don’t scare too many people at one time, and she is funfunfun.

Jillian’s:

Jillian is fantabulous because she is always willing to offer contsructive critisism. No, I am not labeling you as a cynic, Jilsy. I’m just saying that you always have the best advice. You are always so motivated. Jillian has that best 6th sense. She can always tell who is worth befriending. She always knows when people are talking trash behind your back. And she’ll always tell you, but not until she has a plan…

The Indian Diva

One more thing about Hannah:

She used to be allergic to peanuts, but she’s not anymore! Isn’t that amazing!?! I think it is mind-bogglingli amazing, because I am allergic to cats and probablo American cheese, and most soap, and pineapple, and I have no hope of outgrowing them… I wish.

HeyGuessWhat?!?!?!?!

My birthday is in 9 days!!!!! May 5th!!!!! I am so exited, for two reasons:

1. I AM GOING TO BE A TEENAGER! (you have to go waaayyyy back to figure out why I’m sooooooooooooooooooo happy).

2. I love birthdays. Any guesses why? Ha, because I love attention. I bask in it. Attention is close to godliness… (get it? As in ‘cleanliness is close to godliness?’)

Oh, before I go, I just want to thank Hannah a.k.a Hannie, a.k.a. Pillow for making me write happy things. I just love it. It makes me all happy-positive!!!!

If you speak Spanish, or you check you calendar often, you will see that May 5th is also called Cinco de Mayo, fifth of May. I think it’s some sort of independence day. Forgive me for not knowing.

My favorite things about being born on Cinco de Mayo, is that

1. On my birthday, I know that a whole bunch of people are celebrating too. For a different reason, but I think it just adds a reat amount of happiness to ‘my’ day.

2. My dad has an old vinyl record that has my song on it: ‘Cinco de Mayo… cha cha cha!’ and we always dance to it on my birthday.

I once saw a shirt (one which I am desperately and fruitlessly trying to find online) that said “I’m a cinco de Mayo baby!”, depictin 5 jars of white substance labeled as MAYO! Isn’t that just hilaious!?! I have always wanted that shirt.

There is this great website that I saw some funny shirts on  www.noisebot.com it has one that says “save a tree, eat a beaver”, “conserve water, drink wine”…

AHHH, I have to go now….. be sure to visit noisebot, and post, telling me what your faves are!

xooo, Kimy

Hi Everyone! I think you should all learn about Hanna Yee.

First of all, I have known Hannah since I was in preschool. Her name is a palindrome. Isn’t that the coolest thing that you ever heard? I have always wanted a palindrome name, like Kayak.

Hannah is the BEST person on her ultimate team. I went to watch one of her games, and she caught 3 AMAZINGINCREDIBLE catches. She was like, zooming around.

Another reason why Hannah is soooooo great is that everyone likes her. Hannah has 0% enemies, if I am not mistaken. The only people who probably don’t like her are the little people who she beat in soccer. Everyone just has to love Hannah. Not because she’s all ‘boy-crazy’ or ‘understanding’, but because she is 110% FUN!

Also, Hannah is an incredible athlete. Even my dad says so, and he rarely says that, so Hannah, you are totally awesome! She is magically good at everything (exept wearing dresses)… Maybe she practices!

I am terrified of playing ultimate because I fractured my jaw last summer playing. But Hannah is like (ok, Hannah, I know you will hate me for comparing you to a princcess) a Warrior Princess.

Hannah is just the funnest person you could ever meet. Also, she is soooo observant. She knows more about Amara than Amara knows! Isn’t that hilarious!?!? She knows everything that’s going on with everyone, and she’s friends with all the really fun people, too. If you need a fun person, you should just run over to Hannah’s house and be all happy.

Also, her dad owns 2 restaurants. Isn’t that soooo cool? When I was little, I used to LOVE playing ‘restaurant’, and serving my mom water ‘tea’ and cracker ‘cakes’. So I think owning  a restaurant is the coolest thing ever.

Hannah, if I missed something, just email me, and I will certainly add it!

Love,

Kimaya, The Indian Diva

Dear Everyone,

       I MISS YOU!!!!!!

I went to NEFFA yesterday, and I took Sara and Niki Sremac, but I wish I could have taken everyone! We drove the 1.5 hour drive sleeping, because we left at 8:00 and we still weren’t on school time. When we got there, my mom dropped us off, and went to be with Bapu in Boston. 

I am really bad at cutting out details, so I will just say that we did beginner contra dances, for Sara and Niki to get comfy, then we moved on to the BIG contra dances.

Niki and Sara have found a new passion: contras. It’s a good thing to be additced to. We did about 5 10-minute dances in the lower hall, then Niki and my dad did 3 20-minute dances in the main hall. Main hall contras are as hard as it gets.

Then we went shopping to buy stuff. Niki, after searching forever, got two marbled paper bookmarks, a job offer to work at the marbled paper place, and a beautiful, classic pair of earrings that had Israeli money on them.

Makeda got a bunch of litle purses, and Savita got a cute blue and purple skullcap and a racoon iron-on patch that she promptly pinned on.

Sara got a gorgeous tiny moon necklace made of porcelain, with a fire ruby at the top, and an amber hairstick. I got a matching hairstick, but with a glass emerald, and two earcuffs, one a plain silver one, and one shapedlike a tiny man. His name is NEFF. I also got a job offer, by a Shutesbury shoemaker, to embroider 50 shoes in exchange for a pair of custom shoes (YES! AT LAST!), and possibly, a lasting job!

Can you belive that’s it in a nutshell?

Wait, I lied, there’s more. You want to know what we ate, right? Mostly Italian ice, pasta, and Burek, a Serbian cheese pie.

You know what? Munson library in Amherst has contras every Friday and Saturday at the beginnings and ends of months. If you email me your number (those who I am referring to all have my email), and I will call you when they happen.

They are SO fun! And, they’re easy as–well, not pie, since making it is so hard– easy as walking. Because if you can walk, you can contra. All you have to know is balance and swing, two figures, which you can learn in one minute.

And guess what? Even if you don’t give me your number, I’m STILL calling you, because, yeah it is SOOOOOOOO fun!!!!!

Quick: visit: www.sungirlsav.blog.com

LOOOOVVEEE YOU ALL TRILLIONS AND BILLIONS OF TRUCKLOADS!!!!!!

Kimy!!

Yeah, I had a fantabulous week that started out by driving to Lexington to watch the Patriot’s day parade with my extended family, then learning that my grandfather was rushed to the hospital, so my mom had to leave, so I watched the parade with my little cousins, and siblings, then we drove home with my uncle.

The next moring, it turned out that we had to stay, so we sat around in our pajamas while our clothes were washed. Then we got dressed, and my mom decides to desert us for my grandfather, Bapu.

Our uncles Rodney and Arthur come to watch us (Me, Makeda, Savita, and cousins Katharine and Marc, age 12, 10, 7, 7, and 4). I asked Rodney how Bapu was, and what was wrong with him. So he says “oh, he was feeling a bit dizzy, hes fine now”, ladeda.

So then on WEDNESDAY NIGHT, I overhear that Bapu had a STROKE! Wow, it just makes me want to trust the adults more and more, ya know? Yeah, totally. I think that the adults didn’t want to worry us. But if you know me, I am THE most unsympathetic-about-maladies-crises-and-disasters person you will ever meet.

But I think that’s because I’m always right. I am ALWAYS right. I always know when a baby will be a boy or a girl, and I always know if a broken bone will heal properly. I know Bapu will be fine. But no, no one agrees. So off they go, to the hospital, taking day and night shifts causing everyone to look like corpses from lack of sleep.

ANYWAYS, back on track. If the adults thought that they were sparing us the 3-day worry, thay were very wrong. Instead, when we ‘officially’ hear about it (remember, I heard by listening in on the phone line), Makeda bursts into tears, Savita and Katharine ask briefly if he’s covered in blood, and when they get a ‘no’, thier faces fall and they go back to putting together a puzzle, and Marc, who begins ’stroking’ his mom’s arm asking ‘m-mommy? l-like this? l-like this?’ in the stuttering manner of small children who want attention.

Yay. Then I spent Thursday doing more Tuesday and Wednesday crapola: taking The Littles (Katharine, Savita, Marc) in to the park, into the woods on hikes, into a cemetary to do gravestone rubbings, and the like.

I gave about an hour’s worth of piggyback rides. Fun redefined. I say that with a straight face.

I admit, I had some fun, but….. yeah. OK, I am getting sick of typing.

More sappy sob-stories….. To Be Continued! (YAAAAYYYY!!!!)

KiMy

Happy Easter!

Happy Post- Passover!

Happy Celebration d’Astureth (catholic Canadian)!

And also, MAZEL TOV to Daniel!

Dear Lorelai,

         Do you ever wonder why insecure people are insecure? Why they threaten and hurt other people, and laugh and smile later, becaus ethey think they were brave? Do they know that violence is the most cowardly way to settle something? That talking is the hardest way to do something, but the most noble? Why do those kinds of people never talk directly to who they want to, but use go-betweens? Do they know that the message can be distorted?

Who are they, and why, oh why are they so insecure? WHY? Why not choose new friends who will help them? Maybe because they fear that people will talk about them for being so lonely, while seeming so tough.

Insecurity is the worst enemy of everyone, because it’s the silken paradox that draws you in. The illusion if strength where there is none is inviting, and the thrill of being ‘bad’ while you are good is destroying. But backing out will make you lose face.

That’s why, in this life, you can never be insecure, but you must help the people who are. Don’t heal them with hate, but with love. Let love pour out of every pore in your being, and send love.

Lorelai, did you know that there are 28 ways in the Eskimo (Inuit) language for love? All for different kinds of love… But in English, you use the same word love to describe your feelings for ice cream as you do for your parents. But you can communicate 28 ways of saying ‘love’ through your eyes and your actions and your aura.

I miss you Lorelai… Maybe you can come visit im May, right befor my birthday.

Love, Kimaya

I am sooooo goddessa. If you go to that…. you will be able to waste every second of your time on that website.

Fact: I write letters to someone who does’nt even exist.

Fact: Her name is Lorelai.

Fiction: Suzanne’s Diary for Nicholas, by James Patterson.

Fact: That book made me cry half the night. Its heartbreaking.

Sarcasm: I hate grass.

Fact: I have some pretty lame sarcasms.

Fact: A stupid high schooler in my town graffitied words all over the walls of the elementary school.

Fact: My second best friend is going to get beat up by an 8- year old.

Fact: That’s really scary.

Fiction: Frindle

Sarcasm: snarfsnarf.

Fact: I am going to throw birdseed at people and wax floors all day long.

Fact: goodbye.