I hear a ding, when someone opens the door.
I hear low sound, relaxing music playing as you walk in.
I hear people talking to each other.
I hear a man taking my order.
I hear the coffee machine doing its work.
I smell coffee.
I smell a women's perfume.
I smell a fresh, baked out-of-the oven, coffee cake.
I smell a vanilla bean drink.
I smell the arroma of cinnamon throughout the restroom.
I feel the money that I'm about to put away.
I feel the chair cold but comfortable.
I feel my sorbetto nice and cold.
I feel the cup holder.
I feel so happy that I'm here.
I see an employee mopping the floor.
I see people making line.
I see peole in front and in back of me.
I see Michelle taking my order.
I see my friend sitting down.
I taste the gum that I'm chewing.
I taste my mango sorbetto. Deliciuos.
I taste my friend's hot chocolate.
I taste my sister's pumkin spice latte.
I taste a passion tea lemonade.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
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Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Bio Poem
Ale
Child of mom and dad
Who loves living life
Who hates liars
Who wants to travel the world
Who wishes she could've met (?)
Who is scared of death
Who dreams of becoming rich one day
Who is determined to finish school
Who values honesty
Who is proud of her family
Who will graduate from LAICHS
Alejandra
Who lives in LA
Child of mom and dad
Who loves living life
Who hates liars
Who wants to travel the world
Who wishes she could've met (?)
Who is scared of death
Who dreams of becoming rich one day
Who is determined to finish school
Who values honesty
Who is proud of her family
Who will graduate from LAICHS
Alejandra
Who lives in LA
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