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It makes no sense….

June 29th, 2008 by panda2

I feel bored out of m mind. I have been listening to Bella’s Lullaby for the past hour but I still love it so much. So I decided to write about it and what it reminds me of. 

It starts so soft it brings chill down my spine reminding me of how I feel when I come across reality. It reminds me of my brother, Qasim, and how every time I think of him I feel that chill down my spine. 

I close my eyes to hear the fast part. It comes at me real fast and I don’t breath for a second. It has a tune that makes you wanna dance with someone. It reminds me of  how life is when it’s fast. You keep on going and going and you don’t slow down because you don’t need too.

The song is getting slower and ending and it reminds me that this is how death will come. So slow yet so graceful. You don’t expect it and yet it comes. 

The whole song is like life. Well I guess it is life. 

Life. Living. Being Alive. 

I know this makes no sense but it’s just jumble up thoughts that I might clear up later. 

Oh and here is the lullaby in case you want to hear it. The video has quotes and pictures related with the movie that is coming out but I only use this video because it has the whole lullaby. 

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I can’t wait anymore

June 27th, 2008 by panda2

I can’t wait anymore…..

I have been waiting for a long long time but I just can’t

I’ll kill myself if I don’t get it

Don’t worry… it’s not just me it’s the whole Twilight world

Yes, I’m talking about Breaking Dawn

The book to end it all

The book that I have to wait for 

Oh…. Aug 2nd

It’s to far

For you Twilight fans out there

Save me!!!

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Poetry, my love 2

May 30th, 2008 by panda2

After writing this I decided to do another one, even though only a few people read it. I like it so why not? 

Anyway I wrote this in the other post

“I have nothing to write about so I decided to write about the music I listen to. Being Pakistani and speaking Urdu and Punjabi, I can easily understand Hindi. I know isn’t it cool. That’s the reason most of the songs I listen to are from Indian movies or Pakistani artist (Pakistan does not really have a good movie industry).  

Anyway, the sub-continent (India, Pakistan, Bangladesh etc.) is very strong when it comes to literature. Poetry, music, novels are what makes our culture so strong and unique. When it comes to music the poetry in the songs are very strong. Now they may not be about world problems but they are about love, relationships, family etc. 

Here are a couple of lines from different songs. You must understand that when I translate the meaning might not be as powerful as it really is.”

So here I go.

Kuch is tara

Teri palkain

Meri palkoun se mela de

Anso tere sara

Meri palkoun pe saja de

This is so romantic. “Let it be that you eyelashes and mine become one. That all your tears come on my eyelashes”. You can’t say it in any better way.

Tere bin

Mein you 

Kese jiyan

Kese jiyan tere bin

Le kar yad tere

Rathe meri kati

Much se batian teri

Lagti hain chandni

I love this one. “Without you, How do I live? How do I live without you? Thinking of you I spend my nights. Thinking your you moonlight talk, I spend my nights.”

Ankhou pe mohabat likh de

Sanso pe mohabat likh de

Hounto pe mohabat likh de

Kehta hai dil devana

“ My crazy heart says write love on your eyes. On your breathes. On your lips.” Very strong love indeed.

Dekha mein ne dekha

Jab se tum ne dekha

Kuch bih na socha na samja

Di de dia hai

Ho giya re ho giya

Much ko bih pyar yeh

Ho giya re ho giya

Dil tere nam

“Ever since I have seen you. I didn’t think about anything, I just gave my heart. It happened, it happened. I have fallen in love. It happened, it happened. My heart now belongs to you.” A great way to describe love at first sight.

Eik din

Teri rahou mein

Bahou mein

Panahou mein

Aunga ga

Ko jaoun ga

Eik din tera ho jaun ga

Yeh dil to na 

Keh saka yeah batian

Dil to na keh saka

“One day, I will come in your way. In your arms. I will get lost. One day I will become yours. This heart couldn’t say all of this. It couldn’t say this.” The power of love. Ah.

Jab se tere neahna

Mere neahnou se lage re

Tab se diwana howa

Sab se begana howa

Rab bih diwana lage re

“Ever since my eyes have set themselves on your eyes. Since them I have crazy. I have been insane. Even god seems crazy.” Another good way to express love at first sight. 

Well that all for now. I’ll be back with more.

 

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Thank you for all you did

May 29th, 2008 by panda2

After chatting to Julia and letting things out in tears and words I decided to write this for her and her only. Julia, this is for you. I know you’ll always be there, you proved it tonight. I won’t explain who they are because this is personal. I would tell but not unless Julia wants to.

Who left us?

They left us hanging

They didn’t mean to but did

They didn’t say good bye

They didn’t say hi

They just left us

They left us crying

They left us in tears but

They left us with each other

They want us to be one

They just left us

We loved them

We didn’t say it thought

We cared for them

We didn’t let it go

We are one

We cried with our hearts

We told each other

We said we would stay

We would help the other

We are one

You helped me

You listen to me cry

You told me 

You said you cared

You proved it

I told you

I care about you

I want to be there for you

I want to be  friend

I won’t leave you alone

For you Julia, it’s horrible because I wrote it in 1 min. It’s horrible because it seems like a 1st grader wrote it. But I wrote it with my heart. 

You said to let it our because he was my brother and I loved him and our story should be known. I said in time and you said now is the time, Here is a little memory I wish to share with you and the world.

  

                                                  **********

I looked at him. He was a bag of bones. He had dark circles all around his warm eyes. He was in pain but his eyes didn’t say that. The Chemotherapy was killing him, his white blood cells and his life. He was slipping though our hands. He was dying. He hadn’t spoke for five days now. I was counting. He only nodded or said one or two words like sleep, eat or bathroom. Those words got the message across. He looked up from the T.V and looked into my wet eyes. I looked away. He was so handsome. Even after all the pain he was the most handsome boy I had ever seen. I looked at him again. He was sucked in the television again. I went to his bed, the one he was lying on, and sat near him. He looked up at me amazed at how I had come close to him so fast. I smiled and after two months of no emotion, he smiled back. I felt tears forming in my eyes and I kissed him on the cheek. “Qasim, my brother, I love you” I said, and after 5 days of silence he talked “Me too” his voice came in my ears. I hugged him tight and we looked at the T.V in front of us. 

                                            ***************

Julia, this is hard to do. It makes me cry and I will take my time but I will write for him. I have never told this story to anyone before, it’s like those memories that you want to keep to yourself.  But could you do something for me and write for her? 

This reminds me of a line 

Dosti asa nata

Jo sone se hai mehnga 

Aur chandi se hai pyara

Friendship is a bond

That is more expensive then gold

And more prettier then silver.

Thanks Julia. And thank you everyone who has supported me through comments; you know who you are. I thank my family for being there. My bigger family that has helped us. I really want to thank my mom and dad for standing next to me and letting me stand next to them. 

I remember this line from somewhere

life is a roller coaster

and I have been on it

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Untitled for now (edited and made better)

May 28th, 2008 by panda2

You might remember this. Well I have edited and made it so much more better. I hope you enjoy. I would like to thank Julia for being my editor. (I’m practicing how to thank people like they do in books)

“No! You promised! You promised that you wouldn’t surrender! And now look at you. You’ve gone and given up. You’ve given up freedom, you’ve given up on life, and you’ve given up on me,” he stood, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he raised his hand to his brow. “You knew this was coming.”

His velvet voice echoed in the cave. I looked into his eyes. The normal sweet and caring chocolate eyes had turned into a shadowy ash-burnt shade. This isn’t a joke I thought as he stalked around the dark walls and kicked at loose stones. He doesn’t shout unless he means it. He’s never raised his voice to me before…  actually he has never raised his voice at all. As his meaningful words struck me, my gaze fell to the floor in shame. He was right, I had promised and I knew this was coming but I left home for a different reason. I wanted to be free not locked into this crevice of rock not even knowing how long we had been stuck and also be running out of supplies. 

He headed towards the damp brown paper bags that we had lodged in between two rocks farther back in the cave, and the rustling that was emitted by them was ominous as I was still perched on one of the few flat rocks. My eyes were wide as I watched him come back, bearing the last of our loaf of bread and some cheese that we had been saving. “ Now we’ll starve….” I whispered to myself.

He shot me a dark look, and I receded farther back into my shell, burying my head into my knees as I began to rock back and forth, a way I had learned to comfort myself ever since I was a young girl. I heard him move around and I was surprised that he had moved on so quickly– He normally felt things much more acutely then other people. Was this entire ordeal hardening him? Was he still the one that I loved, the one that had kept me here, healthy and happy?”

We had a silent dinner. He didn’t say anything. I kept on thinking how to start a conversation. I had to apologize or he would never forgive me. He was always harsh when it came to making mistakes, like the time he got mad at Dax for accidentally putting salt instead of sugar. Dax was his best friend and after that I never saw then together. I finally plucked up the courage and said,“I’m sorry.”

He didn’t move. He kept on looking at his loaf of bread, it was smaller then mine, maybe he cares I thought. It seemed like ages. When I decided to give up and go back to my food his voice reached my ears,“No, I’m sorry. I understand that you wish to leave this place, so do I, but we can’t leave or we will be killed. I don’t care about myself but… , he hesitated moving his hand through his blonde wavy hair as he spoke the next few words,” I don’t want to lose you.”

Something stirred inside me. I felt my stomach flip, maybe he did care after all. I got up, so did he, and then I hugged him. He hugged me back, telling me that it was over, that things between us would go back to the way the used to be. We had never been this close. I felt better. He was the only reason I hadn’t killed myself. Their were may reasons I had ran away from home with him one of them was because I wanted to spend my life with him. We stared at each other for a while and then he asked something I never thought he would ask,

“If we get out of this alive, will you marry me?”

Me? Marry him? Why not? I did love him, right? We were always meant to be, well at least thats how I dreamed of things? But our age we were to young? Who cared? We weren’t even near any civilization, my head exploded with thoughts.

“Of course, my love!”, was all I could say. I had been waiting for this in my dreams and I still couldn’t believe it was happening in real.

He moved our half eaten food aside and set his soft jacket for me to lie on. Then he swiftly picked me up and lied me on it. The jacket was full of his scent, like a sleep potion tacking me into slumber.

‘“I love you.”, I said in my drowsy voice

“Me too”, he smiled back “Me too.”

That was the last thing I heard before my heavy eyelids took me into a deep sleep

          *************

“Wake up, Darling!”, Elliot’s calm voice reached my ears. I didn’t move, just to make sure he would repeat his words and I could make sure I heard the right thing. “Wake up, my dear, they have seem to disappear, we will now be one the move.”

As I heard these words two things zoomed in my mind. First, What was up with Darling? What happened to Friya, or should I say Friyo (Something Elliot often called me). And Second, was it true that they were gone? How could he be so sure, it was only yesterday that Elliot said he was still suspicious. And even if they were where were we to go now? We could try going back to where we came from, The Hana, or we could go ahead. But where was the question on my mind.

I must have took I long time while thinking because I could see Elliot’s normal face turn into one with concern? 

“Are you okay, darling?” he said

“Darling”, my thoughts said “Since when is he calling me Darling?”.

“Yeah, I’m fine” I mumbled back

“Well get up, we got a big day ahead of us” he said as he walked to the end of the cave. I looked around myself, and saw that I was on his jacket. “Hum”, I wondered “When did this happen”.

Elliot started walking back. I looked at him with my blue eyes. Elliot was tall and skinny. He had brown hair with blonde streaks in between. He looked at me with his brown eyes. “Do you know what’s going on or are you still half asleep?” he asked me.

“Well…..” I hesitated,”What happened last night?”

“You don’t remember? Well it’s okay, but last night you promised me something and if you don’t remember and in case now you deny it, Well… I guess my dreaming days are over”, he said. He was trying to make a joke out of what ever had happened.

“Your not making sense. What promise?”I replied. I had already had a flash back and I knew what had happen, but I wanted to hear it from his mouth.

“Well you might remember how you said that you wanted to let them catch you, and how I over reacted and got really mad. Well while we were having dinner you apologized but I said that it was my fault because I wished to protect you. Then you came over and hugged me and I asked you…”, he hesitated as he started combing his hand through his hair, “I asked you if you wanted to marry me and you said yes.”

I was silent as all of the memories flowed back. “Yes”, said my thoughts, “You love him, and you just can’t wait till things get normal.”

I realized that all this time I had been sitting on his jacket. I got up and embraced him. He was tall and with me standing next to him I barely reached his chest. I felt small and venerable before him, but yet I felt like I was important like I was equal to him. Maybe it was the fact that he treated me like a normal person. Even though he  never gave second chances, if you hadn’t done anything to him he treated you like his best bud.

“Elliot?” I asked

“Yes, Friya” he whispered back.

I took a step back and looked into his caring chocolate eyes. He looked calm and relaxed. “He probably won’t flip”, I thought

“Elliot, I think that maybe the whole getting married thing is a bit too much. I understand that you love me, not that I don’t, I do too, but were just too young”, I also added,” And first of all we don’t even know where we are.”

I looked to make sure he was okay, and not over reacting. He seemed fine but who knew? He could burst in tears any second, or laughs. I looked away avoiding his eyes.

“ Well”, I heard his velvet voice, “ I guess I should tell you that I agree with you.” This can’t be happening, he actually agrees with me, I thought. “We are lost, and it’s our first priority to get home safe and sound, and yes we are too young. I maybe of age, 18, but you are still two years younger, and underage. but that doesn’t mean we can’t get married later. If you love me as much as I love you then we both can wait till be believe we are ready. So I ask you the same question again, and take every word in consideration. If we get out of this alive, will you marry me?

During this whole time I had avoided his gaze. I stared at the floor as I thought about what to say. After thinking for a long time I looked up and proudly told him my answer.

“Elliot, I will marry you, even if we have to wait till I turn 18, but my love, my answer is yes. Yes I will marry you!” I had shouted the last 5 words and as looked at him he gave me one of his mind blowing smiles.

“I knew you were gonna say that” he murmured back.

                                      **********

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because…”

“What?”

“Because I saw them leave, with my own two eyes”

This was the third time I had asked him. He was getting tired of it but he didn’t show it. I guess he just couldn’t get mad at me anymore.

We had been climbing down the rocky mountain for a long time and I was really tiered. My feet ached. My legs ached. My arms ached. My head ached. My everything ached. It was like I was bleeding to death except I wasn’t dying. I was still alive to feel the pain.

“Well rest and eat here” Elliot said

“Ok”, I growled back. I had begged Elliot before but he didn’t listen and now when I’m getting faster at getting down he makes me rest.

“Are you okay? You seem like your half dead” he said

“Oh no, I’m perfectly fine. And as for resting, why it only wastes time. Besides we have no food” I replied back.

“If you remember, Freya, then you would know that we didn’t eat last night” he said.

“Oh!” It was all I could say.

We had lunch on the floor. Floor that was actually flat. In these rocky mountains flat ground was hard to find. We had taken a few hour to get up but getting down was hard. I didn’t blame Elliot for finding the cave in the mountains, we needed shelter and this was the closest thing that would provide any. It wasn’t that high it was just a steep climb. 

We talked about what we were going to do. Elliot thought that getting to the nearest village was our priority. We needed help and fast. Elliot said that heading west was the best idea. We had seen what was east and well we had no intension of going back. I thought of telling him that I liked the Hana but I decided to keep my mouth shut. 

“Freya” Elliot sang my name.

I looked up and my gazed locked into his. I felt the same way I had felt before in the cave in the morning. 

“Huh” I managed to murmur without breaking the strong spell between us. 

“I love you” he whispered back.

We sat real still staring at each other. Eyes locked in the other reading each others thoughts. I don’t know how long we sat there but to me it seemed like an eternity. Not that I hated it, actually I liked it. 

He finally broke the spell saying “If I look at you any longer I’m afraid I might scare you. Are you scared?”

“Me? Of you? No… no not at all. Me scared of you no… not at all” I blurred the words out.

“Good! But I’m still scared that I might do something to you. I don’t know what but it feels like I might hurt you if Iook at you” he replied back. I knew he was trying to say something but either he was scared and needed time or that he didn’t know how to say it. All would be well in time.

I got up and stretched. “Lets get going or we will never be able to reach the bottom of this cursed mountain”.

He chuckled and got up too. “Your right” he said “Your right”. 

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Awards and Awards…..

May 21st, 2008 by panda2

Awards. Hum…. the dictionary says this “a prize or other mark of recognition given in honor of an achievement”.

I love the end of the year for a handful of reasons. One, you are about to leave the grade and start all over. Two, summer is coming. Three, you can take a rest from studies a.k.a. summer!!. Four, SUMMER!!!! And Five, if you worked hard you get academic awards.

What a night, was tonight. After begging my mom like crazy if I could wear her high heels and then running around like crazy only to get sore feet, well that was good entertainment. But that was not the best part. Today I got 4 Academic Awards. Yes, it’s not like Kallie who got 7 or Nishat who got 6 or the seventh grader who got 8 but to me, it’s big.

My first award was the Presidential Academic Award, silver. The sort of cool think was that it had the President of U.S.A signature on it, even if it was a stamp, still sort of cool. After that I got a Citizenship award. it was not actually certificate but a brooch. It had the schools logo/ symbol on it. My third award was Excellent Improvement in Spanish A. It was something I expected. The think that actually blew me away was the fourth award. It was given only to 3 students. 2 boys and 1 girl. That one girl was me. It was the Outstanding Student for Social Studies (U.S History) Award. Outstanding Student? Me? The only girl? My mind still can’t believe it. 

I’m having nothing else to say but that I need rest and I just quickly wanted to tell anyone who would read that something big had happened to me today and I wanted to share it…..

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What man is it this time?

May 17th, 2008 by panda2

It’s 11p.m. and I’m still not sleepy. Was it because I ate a lot of chocolate, or the fact that I watched a good movie or both?

Iron Man….I have been thinking about it constantly in and out even though it has only been 2 hours after I walked out of the movie theaters.

I love superheroes. Superman, Spiderman, Batman, X-men, Hulk, Captain America, Fantastic Four my heroes. I know, how can a 15 year old girl like super heroes? Well I don’t know how but I do.

So anyway, me + family and friend go to watch the movie. Now there were a couple of blood parts in the movie and so my mom and kids leave mid-way. We had no idea what the rating was and we thought it was okay for toddlers. Why? Well because if they have seen Batman and Spiderman, they can see Ironman. I guess we were wrong. 

The movie was great. It was a typical superhero movie. Guy becomes unique. He saves people from crime. His girlfriend gets kidnapped by evil dude. They fight. Guy wins fight and girl… everybody is happy. But still there is something about these movies that even though the story is mostly the same its still cool to watch.

Anyway, I won’t go into plot because I don’t feel like it but all I have to say is that it was a good movie    

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Poetry, my love

May 14th, 2008 by panda2

I have nothing to write about so I decided to write about the music I listen to. Being Pakistani and speaking Urdu and Punjabi, I can easily understand Hindi. I know isn’t it cool. That’s the reason most of the songs I listen to are from Indian movies or Pakistani artist (Pakistan does not really have a good movie industry).  

Anyway, the sub-continent (India, Pakistan, Bangladesh etc.) is very strong when it comes to literature. Poetry, music, novels are what makes our culture so strong and unique. When it comes to music the poetry in the songs are very strong. Now they may not be about world problems but they are about love, relationships, family etc. 

Here are a couple of lines from different songs. You must understand that when I translate the meaning might not be as powerful as it really is.

Sharmo Haya ke parde gira ke

Kar ni hai hum ko hata 

Apparently in the song the guy is telling the girl that she is his one and only. The line means “The curtains of shyness will fall and I will confess to you”.

Tere hath mein

Mera hath ho

Sari janatin 

Mere sath ho

This one means “If I have your hand in mine, then all the heavens are with me”. 

Rishte asaaman ke tara jhok jate hain

Kadam do kadam chal ke hi rok jate hain

This one has to do with relationships. “ Relation fall down just like the sky. After two steps the stop”. The whole song was actually written to say that you may have problems in your relationships, but it’s normal.

Ankhou me ankhe teri

Bahou me bahain teir

Mera na muj me kuch rah

Whoa kya

Bathou me Batain teri

Rathe sagate teri

Kyou tera sab ye ho gaya

Howa kya

This is really strong passionate love. The guy is saying to the girl. “My eyes are your eyes. My arms are your arms. I have nothing of myself that belongs to me, What happened? My talk  is your talk. My nights are your nights. Why is all of me belonging to you? What happened?” This really shows how one in love belongs to the other.

Dooor ja ke bhi muj se

Tum meri yadoun mein rehna

Kabi Alvida na kehana

Kabi Alvida na kehana

This is from a real sad song about two lovers fighting. “Even when you go far, stay in my memories. Don’t ever say goodbye. Don’t ever say goodbye”.

Tum ko paya hai to jese khoya hou

Kehna chahou behi to tum se kya khahou

Kesi jaban me hi woh lavez he nahin

Ke jin me tum ho kya tumain pata sakon

Main agar kayhou, tum say haseen

Kayanat main, nehi hai khain

Tarif yeh beh to, sach hai koch be nahain

This is the ultimate love verse. “Even since I have found you I have lost myself. If I could say something to you what would it be? There is no language out there that has the words to explain what you are. If I say that there is no one more beautiful in this universe then you, then it’s still not enough.” Very strong words here.

Pehli nazar main me kesa jado kar dia

Tera man betha hain mera jeya

Jane kya ho ga, kya ho ga kya pata

Is pal ko mil ke ajj je lain zara

In this song the guy is explaining love at first sight. “The first glance has done great magic. I have fallen for you. Who knows what will happen tomorrow. Come and lets make the most of this moment now”.

Hum jo chalne lage

Chalne lage hain ye rasate

Manjal se behter lagne lage hain

Ye rasete

This is one of those life songs. “Now that we are moving, these paths are moving. The paths are looking better then our destiny”. Which in short means enjoy every moment in life.

I have only sniffed through 1/3 of my songs to come up with this. I know no one really cares but I’m trying to show how important poetry is to my world. If I get a couple of comments that say people liked it and that they would like more, I would proundly do more. These songs are modern, and as my mom says, have lost the real poetry. If you thought this was deep wait till I go back 10 years. the poetry then was so deep that people called them killer songs. 

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Chick Flick has never been this cool…

May 12th, 2008 by panda2

I have read quite a few chick flick novels. I know I can do better but I guess sometimes we need to take a break and be silly. In this case silly is reading a chick flick novel. So like I was saying I have read a lot but I have never come across a book that is this good, this good to write about it.

Now, if you look for the meaning of the words chick flick it will say, “a thing targeted for a female audience. But the book I’m going to tell you about is not really much for a female but males can read it to and I see no harm. Maybe the cover might be too girly but the book is nice.

Now there are some parts in the book that are definitely for girls. I mean they were probably written just for girls, but that does not mean guys can’t read it!

Anyway, before i make your mind explode without knowing what the name of the book is, I’ll tell you. Alex Bradley. Before this I have never even heard the name. After reading “24 girls in 7 days” I know have. 

24 girls in 7 days. The tittle might be a bit overwhelming. Just a bit, but don’t get carries away. Now because I’m lazy, I just went and searched for the plot summery on the internet. Here is what I liked the most.

“”This comical debut novel introduces high school senior Jack Grammar, who is so unlucky in love that his two best friends go behind his back to design a personal ad for him (’Jack Grammar is looking for a prom date. Could it be you?’). Natalie and Percy tell their pal that there have been a slew of responses, and they design a plan: They will select 24 girls in the seven days before prom, one of whom he will choose for a date. But as he goes on the dates, he connects with many of the girls, and he finds himself falling for Natalie, and a girl he met online whose screen name is Fancy Pants. Jack is both romantic and self-deprecating (’If this prom slipped by without conjuring up some kind of magic — some romantic miracle — I was pretty sure that it would only be a sign of things to come or, more precisely, a sign of nothing to come’), and the premise is fun. Jack’s string of dates grows a tad tiresome, and it takes a long time for him to suspect why so many girls are interested. But Jack’s first-person narration will charm most readers, and his family and friends come across as both warm and real; a subplot about Percy’s grandfather’s heart attack allows Jack to reveal more of his sensitive side. All in all, teens will enjoy getting to know Jack, and speculating on who will be his choice for prom date.”

As you see the book is written by Jack’s point of view. It really makes it a guys book. I mean what Jack feels is real different then what a girl would feel.

Now, before you go and read you must remember that this is my opinion. You may not like it, you may like it more then me, but the point is sometimes we need to move out our our normal reading habit and read something silly, at least it will make you laugh. I know laughing is healthy for people!

 

 

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Power

May 12th, 2008 by panda2

Something our teacher showed us

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