Early morning adventures: Squash balls, and shoe soles.

Waking up at six in the morning is harder than it sounds. But for once I was glad. We were going to play squash!

The plan was actually to cycle all the way to the squash court, then play. 
We were about to start this early morning adventure when- "Hey guys!" Talk about timing. I have an especially gifted family when it comes to that skill. But no one compares to my brother.
My dad and I both stare at each other, then at the spot that Ivan's voice came from. "Can I come with you?" comes that voice again. It's coming from the bedroom window.   
"He's going to wake mom if we don't do something." said my dad solemly.
"I guess we have to take him with us now...?" I asked unsurely.
I assumed right. We were late already! (My dad was supposed to meet a friend there.) So we all bustled into the car, with Ivan climbing in without shoes and in his Pajamas.

Well we arrived early, so we decided to play a little squash. I helped Ivan settle down in a corner with a pen and a paper and we played a while. I have a strange feeling my feet wanted to plant my face in a wall repeatedly. Not to mention my nose and racket were probably plotting something because they kept getting together. It was fun.

 When my dad's friend finally arrived I was actually beginning to enjoy the game. Then they played for a while, whilst Ivan and I watched from a platform. Ivan eventually took to playing video games. I was getting dangerously bored when suddenly I noticed that there was some commotion in the squash court. A piece of my dad's shoe had actually peeled off. First he tried to throw it up to the viewing platform. Missed. And then his friend tried. The strangest thing happened at that moment. Someone had just stepped unto the viewing platform and from my dad's angle his head had appeared at the exact moment his friend threw the shoe sole. The man dodged. I was laughing through the whole thing. My dad and his friend apologized 10 times each but I just kept on laughing. The man looked offended. I mean I guess it's bad enough to throw something as lowly as a shoe at someone's head. But a piece of shoe is a bit too much.

After my dad finished playing squash with his friend, he went on to have another 20 minutes of squash with the man who nearly got hit by a piece of shoe.
Then I played a little while. Once again nearly planting my face in a wall. Also I was doing a version of ice skating on the wooden floor. Then it ended and we all went back home and ate breakfast. 

The end.

Noisy Nadia

Early morning adventures: The jungle jog.

Firstly let me apologise for not writing since last year. Secondly I know the title sounds like another one of my stories, and it is, but this one is true. I have an adventure like this every time I can actually persuade myself to get up out of bed at 5 or 7 in the morning.

"Wake up Nadia." I hear my dad's voice somewhere in the distance.
"Do you want to go jogging?" I almost decline. But eventually:
"I want to, just give me half an hour to wake up."  Of course I don't say that but I'm thinking it.
So I decide to just react a tiny bit. I lift my head up once and nod, then fall back unto my tempting, fluffy, pillow.

Dad leaves the room and I try to stay awake. This is the hardest part. Getting out of bed. 
I swing my legs over the edge of my bed, I'm still lying down. I start to slip off the bed bit by bit. I feel like I'm melting into the floor. 

Finally I get up and feel at least half awake. Then I rush to get dressed. When I finally walk into the kitchen dad's ready to go. I grab a handful of raisins and a glass of water before rushing frantically after dad who's already out the door. 

When we leave the house I start my timer and ask (half cautiously): "Where are we going today?"
"Behind the lake"
"Oh."
So we set off jogging at a medium speed, at this time in the morning all I can see is fog and an absence of cars, also a couple of insane dogs who think it's amusing to follow us down the street. When we run past the lake club I spot a few people playing tennis but then we're past them. Nothing but fog now. Then we reach the point where we actually get behind the lake.

There's a type of swamp where we normally used to enter. Oh great these shoes are practically new! 
We decide to go on anyway. So as we're picking our way past the worst of the mud I hear a faint sound. It sounds like... wait it's gone now. Strange. We finally make it past the mini swamp and start jogging up a mega hill. Just our luck. So when we finally make it past the mega hill I nearly have a heart attack when a peacock jumps out from a bush and starts doing a jungle dance with three other peacocks. Just kidding. But I think they might be in league with the dogs. 
After jogging for about ten minutes in the calm, quiet forest I realise something. It's not really quiet here, it's full of animal sounds. Peacock calls, deer moving around, probably a snake or two rustling in the bush, and maybe even a porcupine or two. But it's quiet compared to the life in the city.
Of course this is part of the city, but it's got no angry drivers to honk their horns at you, no constant hum of traffic, no sound of cellphones and printers making the noises they make, no people constantly talking, and no TV constantly blaring, or radio blasting music all the time.
It's just nature. The way it should be...
Then I spot a little building. Sigh. Well it doesn't have to be perfect.
So by the time we decide to turn around I nearly panic because I'm so exhausted I'm not sure I can jog all the way back, and I'm in the middle of a forest! (Plus dad probably won't be able to carry me back.) But somehow I make it, and somewhere in the middle I run into a spider web.(Booo!)

When we get back I dissolve into the couch, thinking to myself: "I'm glad I went after all."

Noisy Nadia

Kringamay! (That happy feeling)

Well you must be wondering what this funny word means, well guess what? A friend and I made it a goal to put our very own word in the dictionary! So here's it's meaning:
Kringamay: A (or, That) sudden surge of happiness.

I had to look up a lot of things to make sure this word doesn't already exist, then had to see if there was a word describing a sudden surge of happiness! (I'll bet there is something close to that happy feeling but- hey! It's a new word. )
You can use it like:

1. I feel kringamay!

2. Kringamay just hit me!

3. Sorry,I've got kringamay!

Noisy Nadia

(PS: I know it's a long-ish word, but please! I want to see that word in a dictionary one day!)

NOT POETRY

Sorry for not posting for a while... And I hope you are not unbelievably disappointed by this post. Here goes:

This is what happens when I try to write poetry...

Jogging in the park one day,

That is when I saw the stray

All alone and looking sad

I couldn't help but feel real bad!

So then I asked that dog

Why not join my jog?

She agreed and came along

That is when a ghastly pong

Hit me and it smelled all wrong!

Suddenly I looked here

I looked there

Everywhere!

What I saw gave me a scare!

I looked right into a glare,

Meant for me…

By a bug, and a slug, and… nothing more sorry.

The end

Noisy Nadia

Snacky day(5)

Wow! The 5th story? Boy I'm going crazy! But here it is:

Snacky day!

I was hungry. Seriously, it was horrible! Everywhere you looked; the fridge, cookie jar, cupboard… empty! The only thing left to eat, was a twenty year old piece of stale bread that eventually got so moldy that no one wanted to throw it away! (In case they got some rare disease by touching it… or even inhaling the fumes!) Then came the good news! My mom was going shopping in an hour! Not at the local grocery store either.  At the giant, full-of-food mall! And guess what? I could go along! Well I would normally not volunteer. But I was thinking of a favorite food all morning. Something that starts with a d and has a neat hole straight through the middle! It’s got chocolate, or sprinkles for topping… and it’s just the greatest! You probably know what I’m thinking of. Doughnuts! My quest was to make sure my mom kept the solemn oath (In which she crossed her heart and hoped to die. And pinkie-promised) to buy doughnuts for the family. So the next thing I know, we’re on our way to the giant full-of-food mall! Surprisingly my sister came along too.

So first we messed around with the shopping-carts, putting our favorite (but most expensive) foods in. Then (when mom looked our direction) putting the items back. Of course it got boring after a while, so we took to hide-and-seek behind the shelves, around corners, even inside a basket of giant stuffed teddy bears! The possibilities were endless! I even found my sister concealed inside a refrigerator that was on display! Of course I wouldn't have found her if someone else hadn't screamed short and sharp as they opened the fridge door. It was so funny! Some store clerks were annoyed by our constant giggling as we discovered each other in wacky places, or counted out-loud disturbing other customers. In the end our mom was called and told to make us stop all this “immature behavior”.  

Oh well. She told us to stay close to the shopping carts, not to let go of them or to leave them somewhere that no one would find them again. Of course this sent our imaginations into overdrive, we had to do something! Then one of us (I’m not quite sure who) came up with the brilliant idea that changed the course of the day! If you haven’t thought of it by now you have probably never been in quite the circumstance I was in… Shopping-cart racing!

Well up and down the aisles we go! Dodging people by exactly 2 mm! I was winning too! Then we had a great surprise! (And I mean SURPRISE!) Some of our crazy friends were there! The reason I called them “crazy” is of course because they loved doing crazy things, for example shopping-cart racing. Before you could say “doughnuts” we were a pretty big competition. Everyone was dodging out of our way, and we were all trying to take shortcuts. What was the finish line? The doughnuts of course!

Now as I reached what felt like 40 miles per hour I looked to my right; saw my sister next to the sardines, looked left; saw my crazy friends with a totally bonkers look of… fear? Yup fear, you could see they were totally scared. I looked right again, my sister was wearing the same expression of mortal terror. Then she shouted: “OH NOOO!  CHHHIIIIPPPSSS!!!!!”  (Now you must be thinking: “Chips?! Did she just say chips?”  Yup, me too.) I looked up ahead. I could see why they were scared! About 5 meters in front of us was a mountain (well it seemed like a mountain) of Lays chips. The only thing keeping them from falling in all directions was some cling-wrap.

Then the world seemed to go into slow motion. I observed that there was no way to dodge it and decided to say my last words before being grounded for life… I looked to both sides and said a last, final, and sad goodbye. Then the slow-motion stopped working and- “Bang!!!!!!”  All the air inside those chips packets saved us, but now the entire mall was looking at us.

Oh here comes my mom… she looks angry. Oh no. Not good, I guess I can forget about doughnuts. I guess it's made worse by the fact that the entire mall is covered in little 'chip snowflakes'... ”

It all went downhill from there. I didn't even know who won! We had to pay for all the damage and I can’t have pocket money for months! The only bright side is that my mom kept her promise and brought doughnuts anyways! (And I got an awesome picture of our crazy friends and my sister shopping-cart racing!) Oh well, next time I think we'll try acting normal… even though I won't be able to do that for long. 

The end

What can I say? I was hungry when I wrote this!
LOL Noisy Nadia

5 things I learned from owning a dog. (So far)

I probably only had the privilege to look after our little dachshund puppy for about 2  weeks. But I feel I already learned some things from the experience. (And plenty more things are going to be learned in the years to come.) So I made a little list:

1.  Watch your step! (Yup. The most important lesson of them all!)

2. Leave nothing to chance! (If the dog starts sniffing around. You have to run for it!)

3. Make sacrifices (Nothing like a day out of the house. But for the first few weeks of owning a puppy, you would have to sacrifice a little "out of the house" time.)  :(

4. Pick up your feet, when sitting down. (If there's one thing you don't want is chewed up shoes, as well as toes.)

5. Also watch where you sit. (There's nothing worse than sitting on your own pet. I mean they trusted you!)

Well. I know that was short. But it's all I could come up with for right now (Did I mention how puppies never seem to tire?) ... Keep checking the blog for more updates! (And don't think I'm saying this with a very serio

us face.)

Well. It also rained a lot since it's monsoon... so I have a joke:

First person: "It's raining cats and dogs!"
Second person: "I know. I just stepped in a poodle!"

lol
Noisy Nadia

Wacky day! My fourth story in the series!

I'm so sorry! I know it's been a while... And yes. It's another story. Lets just read it shall we? The image? A chocolate keyboard! You know because I'm a writer? Get it? Oh never mind.

Wacky day!

When I woke up this morning I could tell, it was going to be a wacky day! How did I know? There were two signs (the first being the most obvious); my entire room was covered from top to bottom, left to right, three hundred and sixty degrees around in…  chocolate smears. The second sign was of course… my little brother leaning over me, with a big grin plastered all over his face, and the slight hint of chocolaty breath. (No surprise there.) Now a normal person’s reaction might be: “Aaaak! What did you do to my room! Get out! Get out!” But I wouldn’t do that, since I'm NOT a normal person. 

My first reaction was of course to stick out a finger and lick some chocolate off it. Then I realized that now I might have to clean up all of the chocolate. So I was like: “Yay! Chocolate all over! Chocolate all over!” and I danced around on tippy toes. Of course who else would come in at that moments but my mom. Her reaction as you can imagine (What is with all the reactions in this story?) was: “What. Did. You. Do?!”

 She had no mercy as I tried to explain this situation to her… it didn't end well. But how lucky could I get? I mean the walls could have been covered in something else… 

You must be wondering; "What happened to your brother?” Well let me just say he ran and hid somewhere no one would ever find him. Ever. Again.

So by the time I had the whole mess cleaned up (And my face covered in chocolaty goodness.) it was around 2:30 in the afternoon. Some people might have been taking a nap or reading a book then. But not me!  I noticed it was nice outside and decided to take a walk in the garden. I was walking very peacefully on the lawn when, “BOOM!” I heard a deafening clap of thunder and saw a huge bolt of lightning zigzagging across the sky! Then, (you guessed right) it started raining. The rain didn't start like it normally would, not a little drizzle that slowly built up. It was more like- “SLOSH!” and suddenly it’s pouring down so hard I nearly fell over! In less than two seconds I was completely soaked. And to make things worse I was a six seconds walk away from the house. Of course it was more of a crawl away because it was raining so hard. So 30 agonizing years (sorry…seconds) later I emerged more soaked than ever, but in one piece at the front porch.

Sadly, I couldn't go inside because “someone” had locked me out. (When I get my hands on him I’ll…) but that’s beside the point. I knew there was a back door left open… But that was practically a hundred miles in rain years away… So I decided it was the best option at the moment. 

By the time I reached the back door I was in desperate need of dry clothes, or an umbrella at the least. I wish I could have seen the look on my mother’s face when I passed her in the hallway. Unfortunately water dripped into my eyes making it impossible to see any more detail than basic shapes. All I know is that I will never (never, never!) go outside again.... without first checking the weather. Well, look at the bright side! We had pancakes for dinner! (We always have pancakes on rainy days.)

The end

Noisy Nadia

That must be the shortest story I ever wrote actually... What was the funniest/most boring part to you? Please comment.

LOL

Noisy Nadia

A rhyme story

Ok. I know the title sounds boring, plus, it's been more than a week since I posted something (Gasp!), but boy has it been BUSY around here!
I volunteered for a camp that my church has every year (Which I am now too old to join!), and I also took on the piano. Which might not sound like much... but I have a lot of other hobbies as well. So there's my excuse for not posting... Lets get to the good part! My funny story, told in rhyme:

The fan above my head, was still, and dead.
I lay silent staring from my bed.
Why oh why couldn't I sleep?
It was so bad I could almost weep!
But then I realised I felt warm,
and mosquitoes were coming at me in a swarm!
So I slapped on some poison that won't harm me at all.
I turned up the fan and got pressed against a wall!
Now I was squished, squashed, and also slightly choking!
Oh just great, you have got to be joking!
Either way things looked bad.
But did I panic? No. Just felt sad.
Because tomorrow was school....
...and no sleep for a night is totally UN-cool!

Nadia


I hope that was funny...
LOL
Noisy Nadia

10 things I do when I don't blog:

Here is another list. Sorry. I had to post something. Besides I was busy with the stuff on this list:

1. Guitar (A HUGE time consumer. So much fun!)
2. Programming (I'm trying to program a game)
3. Making useless lists.
4. Checking emails
5. Playing violin
6. crossing out stuff
7. Sigh... school
8. Watch Youtube videos of astronauts in space
9. Study the Bible
10. Read
11. And of course... Hoping to learn a hundred other time-consuming things.

LOL Noisy Nadia

(PS: At least it was a short list)

And another story. (Don't worry! It's interesting)

Here is the third story in the "Crazy day series"... I think I'm on a roll! :)

Hazy day:

When I woke up this morning it was foggy, misty, cloudy, and hazy, outside. (Same thing I know.) But my parents still thought it was a good idea to order me outside to “get some fresh air”. So I slouched, head hanging down, and feet dragging, to the foggy outside world. After ten minutes I felt like I was drowning in all the mist! It looked almost like my vacation at the beach because the fog was forming little waves…

Yup. It was hazy. I was just about to slouch back inside when; I realized I had no idea where on earth I was

Brookesia micra. Isn't it cute?

(Even an idea the size of the Brookesia micra chameleon from Madagascar!) After stumbling around for about five minutes (It felt more like five years!) and getting nowhere, I decided to sit down. Right in a puddle. A deep puddle, no wait… The pool! Just when that thought hit me; “Slosh!”. I was submerged in Icy Cold water, right up to my neck. (Ouch. Quite a shock! I'm surprised I didn't freeze into a solid block of ice!)  At least I know where I am now…  I thought. But by the time I came out of the pool, shivering and sniffling, I had no idea where I was, or where I was going, until I walked into a tree! That’s going to leave a bruise…

So by now I was bruised, battered, soaking wet, and shivering like an Eskimo.

 I was just about to give up hope, when I heard a shout. I listened for a while… then I heard it again. It sounded like someone in just as much trouble as I was in. I slowly picked myself up from my slouching position on the ground and followed the shouting, which was getting louder. Then I walked into another tree, or so it seemed. But this tree said; “Ouch! Whatya do that for?” I was in a bit of a condition, so my reaction would have been a lot of things, including; “Huh?!’’ or “Who are you?” or a faint. But I didn't do any of those. Instead: “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaak! Mom!”

I really regret acting so loudly, crazily, bonkers… Anyways. Back to the story. “No need to panic little girl. I’m lost too.” said the gruff voice of the talking tree. No, it was a person, I think…  At least I was a little calmer now. “What are you doing in the garden?” I asked. (My voice was all shivery. Ann-oy-ing!) “I’m in a garden?” he (Well I assumed it was a he.) seemed just as surprised as me. “Yup.” Well I guess we were both lost… Then the haziness cleared, and what I saw in front of me was the biggest, ugliest, most terrifying man I have ever seen in my whole life! He was wearing clothes that looked like they came straight from the ice age! He looked like a caveman too, with bugs in his beard, mud in his hair, big grimy hands… etc. You get the idea. In that instant I got the idea that he was a CRAZY caveman. The important thing though, is that he was right in front of me! So now that it wasn’t so hazy I saw the way back to the house.

I took off at a speed that would make an Olympian proud, leaving the CRAZY caveman behind me. By the time I reached the house I was gasping for breath. I knocked on the door, but when my mom answered she must have seen something terrifying behind me because she screamed super loud! Then she grabbed a broom and started whacking me like crazy! “Mom, mom! What’s going on?” THEN I CAUGHT SIGHT OF MYSELF IN A WINDOW. I looked like the CRAZY caveman’s daughter! My mom was still trying to whack me, screaming all the way, time for action. “ Mom! Pull yourself together! It’s just me!” I tried to calm her. It worked. After she put the broom down and I wiped a few layers of mud off my face she let me in. I was never so happy to have a shower in my life! But that night I couldn't sleep, because I knew that… somewhere in my own garden, was the CRAZY caveman. Just waiting for me to come back…

The end

I hope you enjoyed that! I am thinking of writing another "Crazy day" story. Tell me if you would like to see that in the next blog... That was actually a lot of fun to write! LOL Noisy Nadia