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Mmmm. Suvalik!

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Funny poem I made. I say it's funny because I have no frikken clue how to write poems and I am forced to write one by my class. I really love that class because the teacher is entertaining and all and for the first half of the course, we got to write stories and hear other stories by our classmates which was a total fun. However, the other half is poetry which I really do not like. I love to hear good poems, but I hate analyzing them and writing them, period.

Anyway, here is my 'funny' poem. It's a first draft, so it might not be good...

Goose Hunting

A fox stalks a rabbit out in the open.

The sky was clear and blue;

with the sun shinin'

we sat waiting in our igloo.

Outside was our goose hunting blind

with those hand made decoys;

we hid with our guns behind

the moment we heard the noise.

It was like an adrenaline rush;

the geese on auto alert,

my dad told me to shush.

With hunting, he was like the expert.

With patience, I finally got my first shot to fulfil,

A proud Inuk I was, to get my first kill.

Happy New Year Kangiqsualujjuaq by Sapina Snowball

There were only four hours left to yell Happy New Year. I hoped the weather would not get worse than it already was. Fireworks were cancelled due to the blizzard. The wind blew hard and the snow storm made it impossible to see the school that was just about a hundred meters away from our house. We lived near the mountain. Nobody was concerned about how dangerous it could be during the winter. Maybe we lived a little too close to the mountain.

We used the school gym to celebrate the Christmas holidays. We feast on the 25th of December and on the first day of January. All through the holidays, we square danced, played games and won prizes at the gym. The Christmas celebration starts on Christmas Eve and usually ended five days after the New Year's Day. However, on New Year's Eve 1999, the celebrations ended.

It was New Year's Eve. To pass the time, games were played, people square danced. I was nine at the time which placed me with other kids fooling around in the gym. Everyone celebrated this holiday like there was no tomorrow. People had smiling faces and they danced with such joy. Nobody wanted to stop dancing, to stop celebrating.

It was just half an hour ago we shouted Happy New Year. We shook hands with everyone in the gym. It's a tradition that we shake hands and repeat Happy New Year to each person. After going around the gym to shake everyone's hands, a prayer was held and the hymn of New Year was sung by the choir. I like the song to this day. I felt and still feel respectful to those who don't get to commemorate with us. After the hymn, the gym went quiet for a minute to remember those who had died in the year 1998. I never understood why these things were done, but I found it sad. I was a kid then, but now I understand. Nothing made sense at the time, but I've grown up to realize the importance of commemorating the past.

The gym was filled with everyone I could name. The building was filled with the noise of people who were having the time of their lives. The children were running around playing with their toys they got for Christmas. A man was calling out numbers of some raffle tickets. Somebody was going to win a grand prize. During that draw, a fire alarm went off. People got suspicious, but someone reported the alarm as false.. Maybe it was to warn us that something was coming, but nobody was really that concerned.

I was going to my seat with treats I got from my mother. She got them at the canteen. I was as pleased as any child who got chocolate from their parents. I was innocent at the time. I looked around and jolly faces were to be spotted. Not one soul showed a sad face until the moment. Until the moment I heard a huge thunderous boom. The sound of that boom scared me. It got everyone's attention. For three seconds, the whole gym was silent. You could hear the wind blowing in the gym. It was so quiet that you could hear the hum of the electric lights.

I was puzzled. Once everyone had acknowledged the scene, every voice filled the gym with fear. I was confused. All I could realize was that a mass amount of snow had beaten the walls of the west side of the gym. All I could do was to come up with the word 'white' and stare at it. Up until I started to hear my mother's horrified voice yelling my name. She found me, took me and started to yell for my little sister. I was horrified by the whole scene. People were rushing around yelling and crying like it was the end of the world. I watched a lady crying hysterically searching for her son in the snow. Then, I saw her. My little sister with a red dress covered in snow. She was six at the time. She raced to us with terror in her eyes. I started to cry with her while my mother brought four of us to a classroom far from the gym.

The classroom was already filled with people, mainly children. Everyone was going mad. I was going crazy. Adults were yelling at each other. Children were crying, confused by the chaos around them. Someone brought a kid my age to the room. He was shaking and wet. The lady was taking his clothes off. While the other lady gave him a blanket. How did they get blankets in the school, I wondered. The blankets were pink with purple flowers on it.

My grandmother ordered her daughters to go home. I was scared of the thought of going home. We lived near the school, near the mountain. My grandmother told us to go to her place because she thought our house could be hit, too. We got dressed and got out of the main entrance of the school. It was dark out and incredibly windy. We had to walk while the snowmobiles were buried in the snow. I looked back at the school. I was worried about my shoes that sat on my school desk. I hoped they weren't gone in the snow, too.

Everyone in our family went to our grandmother's house. It was late; past midnight. The adults were still going crazy while us children were crying with confusion. We all shared one emotion and that was terror. My grandfather's niece was in the house with us. She called a guy in Kuujjuaq, the nearest village. She informed the guy about the tragedy. By the sounds of it, he didn't believe her. She cried and yelled at the phone telling it that everything she had said was true. She was asking him for help. I heard my grandfather saying that he was going back to the gym to help. My grandmother told him to be careful. She was worried. I heard a man's voice from the porch yelling, panik, panik! He was calling for his daughter. It was my cousin's father checking to see if she was safe. They both cried to each other.

The next day, the news of the avalanche was heard all across Quebec. Nine people lost their lives and 25 people were injured. Countless people came to our town to support us. We were just a community of about 600 people at the time. We stayed at our grandmother's house with every member of the Snowball family. The house was packed along with the people from out of town who came to help. It was a five bedroom household with two floors. Probably ten people squeezed in each room.

After weeks of staying at our grandmother's. We had to move to back to our house. Every night, we would walk there and I would stare at the mountain with fear. I was scared of it. I remembered that we went to our house and I noticed that there were no more Christmas decorations. I asked my daddy why and he told me that Christmas was over. I was sad by the looks of his face.

After ten years, people finally spoke about that tragic night. It was January 1, 2009 and people started going on the radio to talk about their memories. Hearing those stories from other people made me re-visit that moment. They had such sad voices, they each had their own story. It wasn't just one avalanche, but 600 avalanches. I will never forget about what happened that day. How it made every one of us today. Most importantly, I will not forget those who lost their lives that night.

(Silas, Joshua, Charlie, Louisa, Jessie, Bobby, Betty, Sivanau and Susana.)

Day 179

Some font editing I did.. Took a while... :)

Day 178

"Blood!"

*laughs*

"BLOOD, BLOOD, BLOOD!"

*laughs harder*

"not faanii, BLOOD!"

*Cracks up*

NOT FAANIII!!!

Day 177

Bad editing on this one.. It was too dark.

Day 176

Cute little baby Emudluk.

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These look like blueberries. I think they are. When I saw them, I wanted to eat them! They look soo tasty, but unfortunately, they are poisonous too! The natural environment in the south is different from the north, so we have to be careful if we don't know the area and the plants.. :)

Day 174

I forgot the name of this plant, but I know it was kinda pretty but not at the same time. This plant is known to be poisonous.

Day 173

Walking to the and in the forest with my DBW English class. I faded the humans totally because this was about the forest and the natural enviroment that some crazy people want to cut the trees to get more housings and buildings..

cuz i feel broken.

broken.

broken.

broken.

cuz i feel broken.

why baby?

why?

why?

why baby?

I still love you like.. a mother kissing you inuk style. lol

yeah, that may seem crazy, but that's the truth.. my love.

*fart*

Day 172

Jungle of David. The man full of enthusiasm who protected this forest.

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"To tittititi and beyond!!" -Joey

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Me... Timide

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I miss home. I wish this road was five minute walk away.

x3.

Day 154

La Ronde! (French accent)

Was an awesome day at La Ronde. Went on roller coasters and played some games and chilled. It felt good to scream and laugh.

Here are two pictures. The group photo was taken by Mark from Marie-Vic and the other one I took while we waited to get a turn on the Ferris Wheel.

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Day 153

My Mommy and Daddy. I miss them. And I love them. I hope they know that. I am very thankful that they raised me in anyway they could. They are both the reasons why I am who I am today.

Laughing momma. She loves laughing. :D

x3.

Day 152

Me with my roomie. We took a few pics, but this one was my fave. :)

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Day 151

The image I started working on a while ago and I just finished it. I saw this picture the first time and I thought that he looked like he was begging for something like a poor person. The jug appears to be a Double Bubble jug or whatever you call those gums, and I erased the names on the jug and replaced them with something funny and something that applies to both the jug and the little person. He loves candies like any child... XD

I know, I'm weird and I need a life. Oh well. :P

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(HBC)

Day 150

Just a random photo I edited.

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Day 146 - The first day of my last semester.

I had my first two classes today. I think I will like them, for now. I have this English teacher, she's English. She has the accent... :) Also, I have this Humanities teacher who I find the most flexible teacher, too flexible I think.

I wrote a little something in my English class as requested. I had to write something about my environmental surroundings. So, I wrote about the two different environments that I live in throughout the year. It wasn't complete and whole, but I did an introduction... I think she will like it, because my classmate that I just met liked it. :)

Not bad for a first day, but could be better. Somehow.

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Day 145

Good Heidi! (French accent) I spent the weekend at Lucy's mom's. Cooked with Heidi. We cooked shrimps and rice. We also cooked muffins. I wasn't really much of a helper, but I helped. It was fun, as Heidi is a boost of energy. She talks and is very committed to learning English. We have this kind of a deal where I have to speak French to her and she has to speak English to me. I don't try, but she really really does. I have to, like literally have to correct her English. I'm a really shy passive person (I find) and I just let things the way they are, but I challenge myself. Well, I at least try to.

Here is Heidi whisking the muffin mix. See how fun she is. :)

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Day 144

I hung out with Mike today. It was fun. I forgot how much energy he has and how funny he can be. He has like the eye for anything funny. Like the picture for example. He just laughed and laughed at it. I didn't really get the joke, but it was funny, a bit. The restaurant had this sign in both English and French. "Sorry, we're open."

Yeah..

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Day 143

I'll be a bit ahead of my blogging. I actually took out my camera tonight (Thursday). And for some reason, I feel like writing, (or typing). But, I have no clue what to write about. Anyway, I'll get back to this if ever I a clue what to write about.

Pickcha! I kind of liked the path we were on tonight. I liked the "sunset" and it was hard for me to see the path. I kind of broke the rules in photo editing and ended up liking the final image. c:

Day 142

"Keep your love of nature, for that is the true way to understand art more and more." ~Vincent van Gogh quotes

Day 141

I am truly sorry that I haven't been doing my blog like the way I am supposed to. I haven't been taking pictures lately, and all I am doing is that taking pictures from the days, weeks and months from now. Bad, but this will do. :P

I spoke to my nephew earlier this evening. He was cranky, ofcourse. His voice was half gone, but I could still understand him. He started yelling at my mom saying he wanted to come and see me. My mom was asking him how and he replied "BY CAR!!" He was so cute and funny. I couldn't say anything because I felt bad. I miss his big big energetic attitude. I miss him like he misses me. I know December will arrive quickly and he will grow one foot taller by the time I see him again (I'm exaggerating).

I took this picture while my mom and little sister were having mussels (I think I had few bites). We tried convincing him to try it, but he wouldn't. He could only take it and examine it like a curious little boy.

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Day 140

Little Nancy. I like to call her "Nancy Dora" since her second name is Dora. XD Very talkative little girl she is. She is very young, not in school yet and you can have a conversation with her. In fact, you can talk to her about anything. Well, not anything anything, but I think you get my point.

This picture was taken when I went for a quick visit at their house in LaSalle. They were going back up north the very next day and Granny Dal kept calling me to go see my Angusiak. It was fun to see them again. Lucy and Dugald were nice enough to give me a ride and follow me. Lucy kept trying to take a picture of Nancy, but she would hide herself in the blanket. So, I took the camera and try to see if she would do the same thing, but she stayed put and smiled. :)

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Day 139

"Be happy with yourself and others, Capricorn. Stop trying to find fault with everyone you interact with. By criticizing what they do and how they do it, you could wake up one morning and find that you have no friends. By only seeing the bad in people, you may talk yourself out of relationships with them. Be careful about coming across as a know-it-all. It isn't your job to dictate or judge." ~ Daily Capricorn Horoscope

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Day 138

Thug life..

Played with photoshop on this one.

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Day 137

The wave pool at the water park. Was an awesome day. Went to most cool/scary/fun rides.

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These two are the coolest people! They are bringing me to places and I am very thankful for that. So far we ate at chows, went to Soups and Noodles and went to see a movie... Thanks again you two!!

Love birds.

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Day 134

My angusiak! Very beautiful! Very big! At three months!

We went to go see Angusiak and his granny on Tuesday night. He was sleeping by the time I got there. I kind of woke him up. He was cranky and crying most of the time. But while I was taking pictures, he smiled at me at least twice. He is so cute! He got big since the last time I saw him. So munchable cheeks, very heavy. I love!!

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Day 133

I'm back to the city life. The plane system is pretty f**ked up these days I find. So, I arrived really later than I thought. My plane from Kuujjuaq was delayed to two hours. I arrived in Montreal at 10:10. Nobody was at the airport to greet me so I supposed I should just hop on a taxi and head to my place. I arrived at my place and guess... Nobody was there. So, I had to walk with my big big, heavy luggage to the residence. I tried taking the short cut, but I took the longest walk. The shortcut was blocked by a gate that I have never found. I am lucky that I have a positive attitude. Haha. So, I arrived at the rez and I was surprised so much that I thought I was at the wrong place. The place is changed. It's so empty, it doesn't look like a house anymore. Last time I was here, it had a style. The house is old and had these old furniture and stuff. But the person who stayed here moved out, so I guess all the good stuff were out, too.

So anyway, I'm back here. I made it, now I have an exam to write tomorrow which I am kind of nervous about. I know that I will do good. Now, I'm planning to go eat downtown with my friends. I just hope I will be on time to get some sleep and be rested to tomorrow's exam and kick it's butt.

Here's a picture... I love it, I love the land, I love home.. I'll miss it... and I will only take a picture of it with nice beautiful sparkly white snow!

x3.