Florida update!

Hey dad,

Just wanted to write you to tell you how things are going here in Florida.

It’s so beautiful here in Fort Myers, where Sandy lives. It crawls with herons by the lakes, and there are multiple signs saying “Please do not feed the alligators” it’s kinda funny and scary at the same time.

Mom and I rented a car and drove to Miami for one day. She had to pay attention to all the traffic signs saying “No outlets”, and  “No turn on red” cause traffic here is a bit crazy. We parked at Ocean Drive and went to South Beach, which was so lovely. We also went to Fort Myers beach, and I hoped we would see a lot of exotic animals, but all I saw was fish and seagulls.  A little disappointing, but on the way home, we went to McDonald’s and I saw armadillos outside, which was so awesome. You would never see that in New York.

The shopping opportunities are great here and everything is so cheap. One morning, mom went shopping with Sandy, while I was at home by the pool, and when she came home, she brought me the newly released “Harry Potter and the Cursed Child” which only cost half here, and Sandy bought a fake Mona Lisa painting for 10 dollars, just to put something on those bare walls in the corridor. So cheap! Another day, we went shopping at Miromar Outlets, an outdoor mall, where I got Chanel’s new lipstick, Rouge Allure, and some everyday basics, such as Venus shavers, sunscreen and so on. There was this little boy screaming “I’m hungry” and when he got a sandwich from his mom, he was attacked by a hoard of pigeons, haha!

I met two girls over here, Andrea and Ciara, who are so sweet! I have never met someone so eager to sit in the front seat of the car when we have to go somewhere! They always yell “Shotgun!” at exactly the same time. It is hilarious.

Sandy has been very productive. She put in a door under the stairs, so she can use it for storage. She didn’t have any help. She only asked her neighbour if she could borrow his saw, and went to buy screws and hinges, but otherwise she did the whole thing by herself. For New Years, Roger is making something with sweet potatoes and shallots and mom bought Ben & Jerry’s for dessert. Nothing huge, but I like it. I heard Christina, the young girl next door, talking about throwing a party in her garage, so I am going there. Don’t wanna sit with mom, Sandy and Roger, and listen to their doctor friends talk about kidney transplants – I would rather have beer and fried onion rings with people my age.

Anyway, all I really do is hang by the pool. The weather is so nice here. I’ll be landing in the John F. Kennedy airport on Wednesday 11 am, see you then!

Love you

Long day at work

My lover, my friend

First draft:

Author function: Poet
Notion: Friendship

First of all, I love you
Respect is what I get from you

I am me when I’m with you

Endless laughs I share with you

No one understands me like you

Dancing is what I love to do with you

Safe I feel in the presence of you

Happy I am, when I speak with you

I think everyone should have a friend like you

Partners in crime, me and you

Second draft:

Author function: Poet

Notion: Love

First of all, I love you
Respect is what I get from you

I am me when I’m with you

Endless laughs I share with you

No one understands me like you

Dancing is what I love to do with you

Safe I feel in the presence of you

Happy I am, when I speak with you

I think everyone should have a friend like you

Partners in crime, me and you

Angels and devils, both we can be
No one will say otherwise or disagree
Daughters of the same world are we

Lying in bed and closing my eyes
Oh, my dreams are never-ending
Versions of life with you I imagine
Every thought to you I am sending

In the dark you always light up and shine

Smiling and laughing, happy, you’re mine

Every day I see your face

Victories we have, all with grace

Ending my sentences, reading my mind

Roses are red, and you are so kind

You and I are meant to last

Thus, I know, life goes by so fast

Hats and dresses, oh we had so much fun

In the rain in the street, on the beach in the sun

Neighbours at first, lovers at last
God knows, we have had a blast

Reflection:

At first this poem was about friendship, however as I kept writing, it developed into both friendship and love. I lead to love, because often friendship becomes something more, and in this case, it started with two girls who were best friends but became lovers in the end. As can be seen in the first stanza, all lines end on “you”, which is supposed to be a little provocative, because normally you do not make lines rhyme by using the same word. However, as the poem progressed I chose to use different rhyme schemes such as A, A – A, B, C, B and A, A, B, B, C, C. If I had chosen another function, I might not have been able to play with rhymes in the same way, which is a great part of the poem. Furthermore, if I had chosen any other function, such as a playwright, perhaps the story would have been more dramatic rather than beautiful, which would have changed the way the story is perceived. As the icing on the cake, all the lines’ beginning letters form vertical words, which form the main message of the poem.

MY FREAKY FRIEND

Hey blog, it’s mondaaaaay and weird shit’s been happening this weekend, so buckle up and get ready.

So today I’m going to tell you guys all about this crazy friend I have, who seem to think he is a Duke or something. We went to his house this saturday, and he showed me a freakin’ big ass painting of his socalled ‘Duchess’ – what a freak, right? So okay, this painting was creapin’ me out. That woman was seriously staring at me with her big popping eyes – I swear, she looked like she could jump out of that painting at any time! Anyway, he tells me some guy named Pandolf painted it and that he is a very skilled and known artist with “great sense of detail” and I’m like… Who the heck is Pandolf??

And then he seriously says: “Sit on this chair and watch her closely” and I am LITERALLY freaking out!! Like, did you kill her and now I’m next?? That was so creepy I just can’t comprehend… Oh, and btw, he had a red velvet curtain hanging over that bitch… I am not kidding, you guys…

So then he starts talking about this guy Pandolf again, like I even give a shit… Saying stuff like “depth and passion” and I’m just sitting there, thinking how ugly that woman really is. If that guy Pandolf really is soooo talented, howcome he didn’t paint her with the newest Jimmy Choos? I mean, seriously, have a sense of fashion before you call yourself and artist… Then Dukie says: “You’re not the first to ask” and I’m like: duuuude, ain’t nobody asked you a god damn thing??!! Jeeez. I don’t even know why I call him my friend, he really gives me the creeps.

But he keeps yapping about his fat girlfriend on the wall, talking about the color of her cheeks like we’re in some baaad Jane Austen movie, calling me “Sir” and all that shit, implyin’ that I dig her. Duuuuuude, do you not know I like dick?! He goes on and says that Gandalf, or whoever, told that girl to lift up her skirt, what a dirtbag!! He ain’t wanna paint that girl, he wanna have some of that girl!! But Dukie seems to think that his girl was just tryin’ to be “polite”… POLITE?? Bro!! Yo lady is about to get down with Mr. Painter, is you blind??! Omg, that was some serious three-way drama, I’m telling ya… I’ve seen those girls before, hoeing up for the weekend and getting down with aaaall dudes out there.

But you know, he did kinda admit that she likes everything. I mean, he said that he “gave her a dress” one day, Chanel I think, and another day he “gave her a cherry milkshake” and she reacted the same damn way… Wtf?? Girl, Chanel is my religion, don’t ya even act as if that is as good as a non-fat free milkshake, you damn fool! Although he did say, that sometimes she doesn’t react at all, she just stands there and blushes… It’s so damn pathetic I think I’m gonna puke… Anyway, he says that one day some other dude came with a cherry milkshake for her, stickin’ his nose in where it don’t belong and I told him: don’t let no man steal yo girl bro, you tell him! Set him straight… But then he said “It’s okay, it’s nothing, she said thank you” and I am telling you guys, I was about to go damn crazy… She said ‘THANK YOU’??!!! Damn bro, don’t ever let her play you that way… This is seriously the most f’ed up relationship I have ever heard about… And I’m freaking gay…

The next part is so freaky, you won’t believe it… He starts saying that “I gave her a nine-hundred-year-old name” and that she oughtta think about the prestigious family she married into and a whoooole bunch of other nasty stuff, I won’t even let you in on it all, I care about you guys too much… That DOUCHEBAG thinks he is more worth than that woman??! That is SOOO typical men!!! What about the woman’s worth??? Sure, she is kinda dumb, but that ain’t her fault… Damn I knew he would say something like that…. Jerk!! And omfg!! Then he said “Don’t want to argue with women, do we?” and I’m like: boooooy I’m gonna bitch slap you any time soon, you nasty pig!! I ain’t on your side, bro!!

I told him he should talk with his woman, that’s the way to solve problems. But he was all “I don’t know what to say” which is sooo cliché… But he’s been yapping all this time, I think he’s full of it – off course he knows what to say! But then he said that she always smiles at him, just nothing special, because she smiles at all men out there… They both got some issues…

When I asked him where his wifey went, he didn’t say anything other than “The smiles stopped” and asked me to stand up again. Seriously, I have never been closer to shittin’ my pants. He asked me to go downstairs to the others, and I’m like: the OTHERS?! You havin’ a party downstairs bro?? This is the point where I’m seriously thinking about running, but I gotta check this freak out some more.

As we’re about to go downstairs, he starts talking about my boss’ daughter, like some freak who just want to lay his hand on all girls out there, and I’m thinking, is this the reason I’m even here? So I can be his wingman??! Omg… That’s when I know the freakshow is over!! I’m trying to come up with a reason to leave, but he insists on keeping me there and keeps asking if I won’t join him and the others… Again, who the fuck are those other people?? Before we leave his creepy ‘gallery’, he starts pointing at a bronze statue of… wait for it… NEPTUNE! That’s when I knew I had to fake an emergency and get the hell outta there, and I did, thank goodness, I got away!

That’s it you guys. My freaky ‘friend’ who I fyi ain’t seeing nomore!

Peace out, hope y’all had a better weekend than me!

XOXO  

The Power of Man

The power of man

Suffered have women

Suffered have men

Suffered have children

Again and again

Suffering grows

But fight it we can

With joy and laughter
The power of man