InDiAn DiVa

Bonjour, mes amies! Comment ca va? Bon. Je ca va aussie. Je suis démuni désolé de I signalant beaucoup en retard. J’ai tellement continuer dans ma vie. Celui qui peut traduire ceci est très futé ! Essai www.babelfish.com!

That’s my little French mystery of the day. Try to translate it! First one to do so gets 20 kudos!!!!! And a cyber-cookie!!! A purple one!!!! So it’s totally worth it.

So, person-who-posted-on-my-blog-about-me-being-nice, I think it’s really surprising that you say I am a nice person. Not that I am an evil person off-computer. I am exactly the same off as I am here on this blog. But I don’t know, I’m not sure if it’s just typical or if I gpt special treatment, because whenever I am in the company of my male peers, they make a point of swiftly telling me that I’m “not a very nice person”.

It’s kind of (pardon the rather dramatic use of the word) shocking. It’s like being warm, than having cold water dumped on me. It thakes alot of effort to look like people say that to me all the time. But it never happens unless I’m with a friend or two, then we see someone that they know, and I don’t. Then we all start chatting, and the person (no girls have ever done this, it’s just a guy thing, I think) will randomly tell me I’m not a very nice person. It’s perplexing and frustrating. And, it’s the only thing I don’t have a clever comeback to.

Oh, well. I don’t really know what to do about it.

I also really know what to mean about perfectness, but I’m not going to get into it, because it’s really rare that anyone would agree. Do you have a blog?

Oh. The benefit concert is today. I hope everyone can come………….

I have just suddenly hit a wall and I need to sleep.

good bye for now

Kimaya

My dear Anonymous person,

If you have a broken slow computer, I suggest using a library computer. Let me know when you have made your blog!!!!

Love, Ki

I am at the Munson Library in Amherst.

An elderly lady who was looking at DVD’s just had an accident. When she walked in, she was shaky, and she can’t bring her arms above her shoulders.

Then she fell down, and she screamed. It was really scary. Then she hit her head on a metal box. She was trying to get up and go home, but now the ambulance is here. She’s crying. She is 89 years old.

She is really brave 

Don’t fall.

Niki Sremac is one of two people I took to NEFFA this year. Niki LOVES contra dancing and swing dancing. Next year at NEFFA, I am going to take her to the swing workshop, and we will make her dance with the guy who has “poofpoof” chest hair with “strings everywhere”! Hehe. No, actually, she can show me how to swing dance.

Niki is awesome because she avoids conflicts. She has so many friends, and almost every one uses her to confide in. Why? Because Niki can keep a secret. That is one of the best things about her. You can really trust her. 200%. It’s amazing because there are not many people in anyone’s life that you can fully trust.

Niki plays piano, in case you were wondering. Also, she goes to Amherst High School.

Another amazing thing about Niki is that she is willing to treat people who are younder than she is as equals. Like when I invited her to NEFFA, she didn’t mid that she was the oldest, and she didn’t go off into a moody funk, or get bossy, or try to be mom-ish. That’s a really important quality as an older sister. I know from experience how hard it is no to treat everyone as if they were a million years younger than I am, even when they are. It is really hard.

And lastly, Niki is an incredible musician. She’s amazing!

Followup on happiness:

Can you sqeeze happiness out of everything? Is there happiness in hate?  Or anger? Or abuse? Maybe you can only take love from positive things, but you cancertainly use love to wipe out the negative things. I don’t thin that you can get any love from shomeone who hurts you, but you can use your love to heal thier anger. Also, anger stems from a bad or abusive chidlhood. Maybe you can help angry people heal thier scars that make them hurt. That’s the only way you can take love from negativity, you can help the negativity to dissovle, diluting it with love.

Ki

Ok, Claire is this awesome person.

I knoe her because she’s Amara’s friend from school, and I met her at Daniel’s bar mitzvah. She has this ADORABLE dress that’s red, with white-ish spolka dots alllllllll over it. It is so cute. Also, Amara doesn’t like her because something, I’m not really sure, and let’s not get into it.

OK, Claire is realllly nice, and she really wanted me to shadow her. I have no clue why, because it’s not like I am fabulous… So anyways, when I told her I had to shadow Amara, she still stayed mice to me. Which is cool considering the number of people who woudl take advantage of a situation like that to hate me. Then she asked me if she could shacow me. But I’m homeschooled, so yeah. But it still made me feel really special. Because we all know I have no social life.

Thanks, CLaire!

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Kimy, The Indian Diva

I wanted to wish you all a Very Happy May Day.

May Day is my favorite day of the year. It is a day of life, and new beginnings. It’s a celebration. May Day is multi-religion Easter!

On May Day, I always dress up in the morning. I put on my white dress and a ribbon crown, and I go outside at 5:00 am, before anyone is awake, and while there is still dew. I love to feel the water on my feet, and watch the sun rise. I can dance, but I dance silently. Sometimes I recite poems in my head, because it it is just so heartbreakingly beautiful.

At about 7:00 am, I can hear music, as students at Mount Holyoke dance a May Pole Dance, making beautiful patterns with ribbon.

Have you ever eaten mint candy, then inhaled, and felt your breath turn cold in you throat? It was crisp and clean, and fresh. May Day to me, is the official start of spring, when everything takes a mint, and inhales. It’s all so crisp, and clear. I find it impossible to waver on May Day. I do everything with utmost security of mind.

Find something beautiful near you, whether it be a flower, or poem, or sound, and post.

Love, Kimaya