The Old Laptop

The old laptop that I got in Skopje, Macedonia (Its in Europe.), silver, with a white spot, and colors starting to fade from time. I hate it, its so old, so big and so unresponsive, you can take one look at it and you would literally think "Wow. That laptop is so old it would go all the way to when Albert Einstein lived. Good thing its not mine." Its silver inside and out, well most of it is, the sides around the middle are white. These days the laptop is restarting on its own and won't log in normally because it's installing updates or something like that.

I'm really fed up with it, every year or so my father has to reinstall everything at least once or twice, and when I hibernate it if I don't restart it when it finishes installing, it'll restart by itself. I'm tired of it not going to the log in screen, how it always restarts, and sometimes when I'm using the internet it gets stuck and I have to close the screen. I'm so sick of these events occurring, I'm so tired of having to do the same procedure every time it does something like that.

I want a new laptop, I have had this laptop for five years! FIVE YEARS!!! I want a new one, one that doesn't have the noise of the fan in the background, one that isn't losing it's color because of time, one that responds when I use the internet, one that opens up to the log in screen every time, and that I don't have to wait long for every time I turn it on. I'm so miserable with this old laptop. I don't want it anymore, when I first got it I thought that it was so cool, now I think that it's just there, broken, I don't want it anymore, I want a new one.

Mandarin

In Fremont my brother and I would study the Chinese dialogue Mandarin, I was about five when I first started class. We both went to a Chinese school, he went there longer than I did but I still enjoyed it. There were like three people with the same first name as me, but I didn't mind, we all had different choices and opinions. I really enjoyed going there, in tests you would take it and when you got it back depending on how well you did, you would get some pink slips. After class, depending on how many pink slips you had you could buy more items from the teacher. I loved to get stationary so I got a lot of stationary which always made me happy.
I had a great time until I graduated my first year since I had enrolled to the school, I graduated earning a small trophy. When I arrived home, I showed my parents, they were really proud of me. They saw my brother's and then that's when I didn't want to show my trophy anymore. I had one measly trophy, while my brother had three, I was disappointed that all I had to show was one trophy. I felt ashamed, weak and puny, my one trophy didn't even compare to the three that my brother had.
Later as I grew up I started to forget little by little and now I can barely remember it happening, its fuzzy but I can still make it out. Now I don't really care that my brother has more than me, now if I'm jealous, I can just say its because my brother was born before me and that he started before me. I'm over it, and if at some times I'm not I'll just think of those reasons.

California My Pride

California is the way that we do it in the bay, and amazing to the center of the core's blazing. A city is Napa and is great for the wine, with vineyards definitely more than nine. I go there and see, my pride right in front of me.

California is the way that we do it in the bay.

San Francisco in the lane and you look through the panes, with shops every corner in the street, and someone new to meet.

California is the way that we do it in the bay.

The main is your pride and the pain is where you stride, don't take too long or you'll miss ping pong. Try to jail-walk and you won't be able to talk, you'll end up in jail like a storm of hail. The hotels will give you a break so drive by a lake.

California is the way that we do it in the bay.

So go there anytime if you want to dine, don't need a lot of money if you're really funny. I hope you go there, for the fun and fairs!

California is the way that we do it in the bay.

Me And Writing

Me and writing are friends, companions, best buddies. I am the creator of my writing, and it wants love, friendship, necessities, just like a normal human being. It can bring life, change people's opinions, fill people with hopes and dreams. I write with inspirations from life in the past, or present, people, events, a lot of things. I try to make the reader enjoy what he/she reads, instead of making them think "God that was so boring." I find inspirations from my friends, family and others. I try to make people enjoy what they read, not just a bunch of words, or something you would print and throw away but something they can really feel, and maybe be able to touch it.

Dear Alice

Dear Alice,

How are you? I'm trying not to write infuriating things to you, or irrelevant things. Do you remember how industrious we were? I'm acknowledging how hard we worked because it was just like a trek, sometimes easy and sometimes difficult. We had the authority to work as much as we wanted, but if we didn't finish it would probably be homework. Remember how I was always prior when I arrived at school?

Also during P.E. teams were comprised by either people choosing who they wanted or we were assigned. Everyone would muse while the coach was explaining, the when she showed her wrath, the talking subsided.

I just wanted to remind you that even though we had a lot of latitude, I still missed the way the teachers administered the students, how we got a respite every now and then, and how the homework was strenuous sometimes. How we enrolled at the school, when we flustered and retorted because we were so nervous. This is the school we had so many memories in, and I won't forget them, or you. That school was where I learned to type, where I learned math, and other subjects. I won't forget it.

My Grandmother

My grandmother, the one that cares for everyone, the one that lost her beloved husband, the one who tells her grandchildren to be good. She always sees my family off when we go back to the area my father is assigned. We see her, crying and sniffing and wave to her as if we would never see her again. She waves until she can’t see any of us any longer. I love her, but I just can’t bring myself to talk to her on the phone. I can't keep treating her like this.

Her heart broke when she lost her husband, and it can’t take much more. At the funeral, my mother and my grandmother both moaned and cried all through the day. I cried and felt bad, I never really paid attention to him and he was always there and listening. He cared for everyone, and when he saw us coming into their home, he was really happy. My mother always made sure he was comfortable.

My grandmother is the only grandmother I have left. No grandfathers left in this world. I hope she will make it to the next time I see her, or she’ll be gone and both my parents will regret a time they passed up an offer. Sometimes I look out the window and think to myself. I’m lucky I still have her; I don’t want to see my mother upset and my grandmother in a black box of death.

The next time my father asks me if I want to talk to her, I won’t pass up the offer. I’ll say yes right away without thinking, and before it’s too late.

Arjun

The friends my brother makes is his choice, and he usually chooses people that like to play games like him. When my brother brings them to our house, I glare at them even when I don't know them. Then I start to feel bad, especially when they're kind and caring. They say things like "Hi. What's your name?" and I just glare, ignoring their friendly questions and greetings. I look at them like I'm a tiger about to pounce at my pray and just walk away. Until one day something happened.

I was dropped off at the corner of my street with my brother, and his friend. I didn't like him, I didn't even know who he was but I just didn't like him. I walked silently and quickly up to my house, but they were tailing behind me. They were talking and laughing, I wondered how long he was going to stay.

When we arrived at my house, I pushed the small gate and let myself in. My brother closed the gate behind him and the evil one, and walked towards me. I climbed up the hard stairs and opened the screen door leading to the bigger, thicker door. I glared at my brother's friend as he walked through the screen door and into the house. They sat down at the table with Simon's laptop and Arjun took out his. My brother asked me to bring them some juice like I was their servant, but I got it anyway.

He held out his hand, it looked like he wanted me to shake it. I stared at the hand of the evil one and forced my hand to shake it. He introduced himself and so did I even if I didn't like him. Then I left after I said my name and headed upstairs. They were playing Warcraft and Counter Strike (Video games on the computer.). They asked if I wanted to play and I said okay. I played a while and got bored. I said bye and by this time I started to like him as a friend, because he was nice to me. My father called me into the kitchen and told me I wasn't supposed to play with my brother's friend. Then I told him that I stopped and went upstairs. Soon he was about to leave and I said bye to him.

Now I think that he's a good guy and a good friend for Simon, though my family and I moved I think he still keeps in touch with Arjun. He's a good guy and he'll remain that way, I hope, maybe we can still play sometime in the future.