My Just because Poem

Just because I have an ipod, doesnt´t mean I love music.
Just because I can draw really well, doesn´t mean I am an artist.
Just because I love jokes, doesn´t mean I can tell one.
Just because I eat sushi, doesn´t mean I´m Japanese
Just because I love to travel, doesn´t mean I travel too much,
doesn´t mean I have gone to every country in Central America,
doesn´t mean I know about many cultures.

Jean Valjean

Jean Valjean

It was six in the morning, it was a windy and stormy day, and my family and I were eating some croissants and other types of bread. Many weird things have happened lately, my oldest son has been very silent these last days; and my wife is not the same with me anymore. I went to a town close to my house to relax a little bit.

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I went back home like at three, I slept for a while, and then, when I woke up, I dedicated some time for my children. We played hide and seek, and other enjoyable games to play with children. It was already late and I took my children to bed, and told them a story. About four hours later after my babies went to bed, someone knocked on the door. It was eleven forty five at night; I was scared, who would come at these hours? I slowly approximated to the door and asked who was outside the door. No one responded, so I asked again. A man with a weird voice tone answered, “Please open the door, help this poor, lonely, and forgotten man.” His voice was so humble and sad; I could feel what he feels just by hearing him, so I decided to open the door to see his face. “My name is….Jean Valjean…..I am from another town, nobody knew that I left my hometown, I am lost and without money, please… help me.” He touched my heart, and I could not leave him alone, outside there, but if my wife gets to know that I invited in a strange man into the house, she will basically kill me. I told Jean Valjean, that I would bring him some bread and coffee, while I talked to my wife about it.

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I went to my little kitchen, and grabbed some bread and a cup of coffee to give to Mr. Jean Valjean. He was so thankful for that, I felt so bad for him, and without asking my wife, I invited him into the house. We spent like about fifty minutes talking about him and his past; Jean Valjean told me that he was a good man, which was put into jail because of an error. He spent seven years in prison, suffering. He also told me that nobody likes him, and that he is invisible to everyone. He escaped from his hometown because nobody likes him, that after jail, he had changed. I asked him that which his plans were and if he has a family. He wanted to work in a shoemaking company, and that he wanted to help the poor people with the money he gained. He had a family, which rejected him after he got out of jail. It was very evident that he was very sleepy; he yawned a lot during our conversation, and his face demonstrated that he has not slept for a while. I offered his the sofa, which he accepted. I went to sleep.

               “Good morning my love”, told me my wife, I responded the same and with a kiss. She asked me if I have seen the twenty golden coins that she has worked so hard for. I went downstairs, and Jean Valjean was gone.

  

Good afternoon American colonists,

As you can know, the British had been treating us like animals and as slaves,

But why shall we stay like this, if we can make a change; to have freedom.

We need to stop this, even if we are nothing besides them, for them,

They think we are alone, but, we are not.

Patrick Henry has proposed good ideas, but they are not convincing to me.

He said, “I know of no way of judging of the future but by the past (Henry), I think that what he said is not correct in any matters.

We cannot judge the future by the past, because God gave us heart to forgive and the ability to change for good.

Instead of practicing what he said, we all should unite, and talk about our liberty, but the reason should not be for what they did to us, but, for what we want. And, if then, this stays the same, let it be war.

“In vain, after these things, may we indulge the fond hope of peace and reconciliation. There is no longer any room for hope” (Henry). This is a statement that I am personally totally against, and you should all be, because hope, I believe it is a spark from a turned off candle, that always has an opportunity to shine again. We should not be closed minded at all.

I propose all of us to talk things away, and let it be God the one who fixes all our problems. He will do what is best for us.   

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How to change the world in a positive way

Good day, habitants of Earth, our lovely planet.

Today I would like to share with you the way to change the earth. We want to create an association called “God, bless the world (GBW)”. Its main purpose is to create at least one Christian center for each country in the world. Each GBW center will be responsible on helping the country in many different ways, for example, in the economy, employment, etc. Besides those help, it will be in charge of getting more people to know who God is, and why we should believe in him and love him.

When people realize who he is and what he can do, they will pray to him and their faith will grow; and because God loves us so much, he will take care of any problem we have, any war, and to make the world a better place to live.

This is a change for good, that you should not be afraid of; and if you don´t like it, we will pray for you, so that God can touch your hearts and your minds, and let you know what is better for us. Thank you for your attention.  

Captured by Munfisj

It was the morning of November 20th, 2010; I was eating my breakfast as I usually do before going to school. My mom came to me and told me that my school bus was outside already; it was very weird because the bus normally arrives at 6:30a.m and it was 5:45a.m. I ran into my room to grab my backpack and my blackberry, so I could leave for school. When I got on to the bus, I noticed that the chauffer was not Manuel, it was another man. This one was weird looking, he was about 2 meters tall and his eyes were turquoise. I walked a few steps and sat beside a Chinese girl, she was in tenth grade just as me. We were talking about the big party she would do for her birthday. “Hey, Kiyomi Kio, did you notice that the bus chauffer is a bit weird” I told her. She did not answer my question, but told me that we were not following the same school route as usual. I began to worry, so I asked the chauffer where was he taking us, and he told me that we were taking a shortcut. It was really weird because it was 6:30 in the morning, and there was no need to take a shortcut.

The bus finally stopped, but not at school; the chauffer told us that there was a problem with the engine, and that we needed to get out the bus, and we did. After a while two blue creatures appeared out of nowhere; they had big oval turquoise eyes and I noticed that one of them had Michael Jackson´s glove in its right “hand”. The creatures walked to us and grabbed all the students, except me; because I was reserved for Mr. Chauffer. I saw two big red lights, and then I fell unconscious. When I woke up, I was lying down on a bed, and was surrounded by all these weird creatures and Britney Spears. I asked Britney Spears why was she there, and she said rudely, “excuse me, but I am not Britney Spears, I am Paris Hilton, and all these Munfisj (blue creatures) are my BFF´s. I was really confused.

               I have already been here for about two months, and we have still not arrived to planet “Discombobulatefurphy”, which means a confused portable water-container. My days here have been horrible, even though I like the food. Yesterday I ate maugDounjalds. I really miss my mom´s food, and I miss her and my dad. Fatima Mariah, the ship´s secretary lets me call my mom and dad two times a week; a week in planet “Discombobulatefurphy” is about 2 hours in Earth, so my mom gets really mad at me because I call her each hour. Mr. Chauffer, the captain of the ship told us that we will need to change from this ship to another because it has no sufficient power to cross the chocolate Milky Way. We were changed to a ship called Oasis of the stars. The first two days in Oasis were boring because we did not have a casino and room service sucks. Finally, we got to the chocolate Milky Way which was 30 miles from our destiny; Sikaffy a friend from the school bus really liked this place, specially the chocolate part of it. Sikaffy stared at chocolate bunnies from the window for three consecutive hours a day. One day he was smoking a pen, and he smoked so hard that he drank all the ink from it, it was so funny.

We were about to land on “Discombobulatefurphy”, when I discovered a hot pink wooden door; it looked like my sister´s door. I walked three steps to get to it, then I opened it slowly, like in scary movies; suddenly I entered the door… There is nothing like freedom.    

   

Blog #1

The current event that the article deals with is about a man who was killed in London about two weeks ago, but was found dead Monday 23 by the police. Police say that he was a spy from the government, and that was killed because of his confidential information. The victim was called Gareth Williams; he was thirty years old and was found dead in his apartment. The Police and the foreign office showed up in the case; they refused to comment on press reports. The main problem about this article is that it has very little information because of the confidential information it contains. Many things are left out of this article; like for example, they could have at least say how was killed, and what did the autopsy demonstrated. I think that this article is very interesting because of the type of event that is happening. A death of a spy is not something you hear about every day.