A Taxi, Old Enemy, and Valentine’s Day
Last day I went to church by a taxi, in Cathedral of Dili Timor-Leste. It had a choir activity every afternoon before celebrating a mass.That day I became the coryphaeus like a maestro in our choir group. We wanted the best in our performance. On 14 February we celebrated Saint Valentino’s day that we knew as Valentine’s day. Our choir group had responsibility for the music of the mass. I realized that behind of me was one of my old enemy. He was my friend when we was in Junior High School. I didn’t like him because he had stolen my phone. I was shocked to see him, and he was ashamed with me. Actually, I try to forget about all he had done before. But he was still my enemy. My heart asked, “Why does he come to celebrate Valentine’s day in here???” Aaahhhh yyeah I remembered that day was Sunday (praying day). That was why he came here to celebrate Saint Valentino’s day. After the mass finished, I quickly prayed and went back home immediately because I didn’t want to see his face anymore. When I was already at my home I told my mommy about him, and she asked me why I still didn’t forgive him. He was my old friend in Junior High School. I answered to my mommy. “Yes! I didn’t remember that problem anymore, but when I saw his face or I met him, I always remembered he was still my enemy.” 👿😈
My Mother
My mother is a book
Full of painted
leaves Some with soft colors
others well marked
Some are delicate blue
Like the breeze of the wind
Others a warm orange
Full of strength and energy
Some are fire red
Fiery like passion
And others Black white
painted yes and no
My mother is a book
which life has described
A book I keep in my chest
In a secret that is only mine
My mother’s love is the greatest love in the world
My mother is my everything and she is wonderful.
My First bag
In 2003 when I was young, I wanted to start school, but at the moment my age wasn’t enough to start school. My mama said to me maybe I could make a registration to school when I was already 4 or 5 years old. My father knew it very well because I always asked him about bag. Should I have a new bag before I went to school. That moment before the Christmas I said to my father I didn’t want a new dress for a Christmas day, but I wanted a bag for going to school next month. I still remember that was the day when my grandma passed away. It made my father forgot to buy the bag for me, because he was really stressed didn’t think to give me the bag. After the commemoration of my grandma’s days, I thought he had forgotten about what I needed, but he didn’t. He still remembered! After two weeks, he came to me with a red bag. I wanted pink color, but he gave me spider red bag. But it was okay anyway. I was really happy. I gave him one kiss when I went to school with him. The last I said thank you, and he gave me a big hug after that.
Externato São José Delta Comoro de Dili.
I was really bored to study, because in my class there were many students who were really intelligent already. So that made me me felt bored to study at school. In my class there were only 19 (nineteenth) students. After the first class of senior high school, we passed to second class of senior high school. From that moment I felt it was easy to study, I started to attend in my class enthusiastically. I paid attention to my friend who was intelligent in my class, and I practiced her tips on how to study easily. I decided to meet her and I asked to study with her. She answered, “Yesss, please”. When we made a plan to start studying together, we received a new information from our academic school. They decided to change our class. The social science students went to the first classroom and the exact science students went to second classroom. So, we must get separated. Nevertheless, I was really happy too because I really wanted to study in social science class. I felt enjoy because it didn’t have math. When I continued to study in the social science class everything went well until 2017. The time when I finished my third class of senior high school. We really had a good relationship with our teachers. We did the best in our school and we made family one each other. We made a story, and we were creative students too. Before we got separated, we made a farewell party, and lastly we made a camping to shared all about our mistakes from our first class of senior high school until the third class.
Name: Samuela Pereira Tilman
Age: 20th years old
Call name: Bellinha
Nationality: Timorense
Pre-primary: Santa Madalena
Primary until senior high school at: Externato são José
Well, she is my friend when we were in the primary school until senior high school. She was a really intelligent student in my classroom. Now she is studying at University Coimbra in Portugal, taking Law Program, in the 4th semester now. I chose her to be my inspiration because she is really focus to study. She studies hard to be a lawyer. I like her because she is interested in studying about language too. I like to listen when she speaks in Latina with her parents. I like to listen when she sings English songs. I like to speak in Portuguese with her, and I really like to hear when she speaks the Brazilian pronunciation. So those make me admire her. I want to speak more languages like her. Of course, she is my best inspiration.
Testimony:
I like Mr. Septa’s Creative Writing class, because he has taught me to fall in love with thinking, reading, and specially writing. I feel it is true that to study and learn about creative writing is important for possessing a good English.
CREATIVE WRITING CLASS UNRIYO 