I find myself losing another group of friends

So I have had 2 friends in New Zealand wicht sort of left me out but we made friends and I treasure them but now I made 2 more friends in the US and one of them is a title jurke to me the other is nicer but not by much most of the time I like to have a friend but I am not surprised that this has happened again. And to make it worse I fell like some other people put me down for who I am. So my “Friends” where doing truth or dare and you know what would happen. Later I broke up with those “friends” and they made friends with the meanest girl in the class.  😑 then they started to take the lunch basket bown to the lunch room and up to the classroom for about 2 hole weeks I noticed I tried to stand up to them but they were just put me down and still took the lunch basket. When I told my mom she just disapproved of me so that made me sadder and then the boys stood up to them and sat right next to the backet and the girls didn’t complain. When I told mom she just said that need to happen. Now imagine how I felt you would probably feel the same way . last night I had a horribly day and then I got yelled at by my family but later dad came into the room and said hey let’s play carcassonne ( 😍😍our fun Ipad game) but then the boy would want to play and just insult me so dad said that we could start are own game I felt better after that. Next morning I had not spoken to anybody and had to go to the bathroom but I was having a dream  but I had to so I did and guess what while I am washing my hands when  the boy barge in ( we share a bathroom😑😢😭😭) and is like you have to put this on and this I had not yet flushed and the boy yelled at me for not flushing the toilet and that hurt my feelings that my own brother can’t give a thought about my feelings. And then the girl that hates me started t take a bout my crush when he was siting at my table blarrrrrggggggggggg stupid girls.I still hate her but that could change.

 

-LB2

P.S I am writing this in school after a math test.😟 😶😶

New Friends

 

 

On Wednesday I came home and I finished my homework.  I went outside to play with my brother and then I played with two other girls in my estate.  We just skated around the Estate and had so much fun. And I saw one of my classmates then she joined in with a Polish friend. Everybody’s from Poland! When I went inside I had dinner and couldn’t wait for tomorrow. Then I had even more playdates.

 

 

LB is back!!!!!!!!!

-LB

 

Toiletss

The toilets in Japan have bum guns that you control buttons. The first two buttons are blue. The buttons show where it sprays. The third button is pink and sometimes it moves between your butt crack. Sometimes you have a button to dry your butt. And then, there are two buttons that control the water pressure and someother buttons that you shouldn’t touch. When we got off the plane we all needed to go to the bathroom. Mom showed me how to use the toilets. When I got out, Mom still wasn’t out so I washed my hands and went out and saw brother. He toldme the boys bathroom was full so we went into the handicaped bathroom and I showed him the buttons. Then mom came and we got a free ride to the passports control. Along the way we passed dad and then we went through passport control and then took a taxi to our new apartmen

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Little Boy

Little Boy is an atomic bomb dropped on Hiroshima and many people died of leukemia. The United States dropped the bomb to show how strong they were. The Japanese were ready to surrender when the United States dropped the bombs. They actually dropped two bombs–the Little Boy and Fat Man–in two places. Fat Man was dropped in Nagasaki and Little Boy was dropped in Hiroshima, like I said. It dropped above a bridge and a building called the Prefectural Industrial Building in Hiroshima, and it exploded 600 meters above the ground. Nowadays, it’s part of the Hiroshima Peace Memorial Park. When the bomb dropped, every wooden house within three kilometers would be blown over. 


People had many injurues. Their skin fell off and many children died, too. About 35% of the people in Hiroshima died that day. People did survive the bomb. Leukemia is an atomic bomb disease and it is cancer. People who were pregnant would sometimes give leukemia to their babies. Please read Sadako and the Thousand Paper Cranes by Eleanor Coerr. It’s about a girl who, 10 years after the bomb, gets leukemia. 
=I think the United States should have waited to see if they were going to surrender and I think they should have dropped the bomb on the Japanese army base and not on the public. 

Stilt Houses

When we were biking and kayaking in Cambodia, we saw stilt houses in the countryside by the side of the road, and I wondered, what are those for? 

Therefore, when there’s floods, the houses don’t get flooded because it floods a lot i mean a lot. Also they retreat under when it is hot because they produce a lot of shade. 

And when it rains really hard, they also retreat under these houses with their cows, tools, hammocks, rice bags, table and chairs and some other animals will be under it too like geckos and flies. And also if I ever lived in a stilt house it would be our house on stilts. I sort of like living in a stilt house because I’m sort of afraid of floods. And also if I ever put anything under my stilt house it would be like an art studio. But when it rains or floods I can just quickly pull up a rope and then all the art stuff comes up and they don’t get wet. 

-lb

Mosquitoes!

When we were in Phnom Penh we did not get bitten one bit because we had aerosol on. As mom mentioned in one of her blog posts but luckily we didn’t have to buy it because there is some in the flat where we are staying right now.

Here are some facts about mosquitoes. One, they make diseases like malaria, yellow fever and the Zika virus. And, they also transmit diseases. They have a virus in their blood and then they give it to people. They use saliva to numb your skin and then they bite you and when they are taking out your blood they infect you!

You can stop mosquitoes by using bug spray and having mosquito nets around your bed.

One more fact: only the females bit you. Not the males.

Me and my family got bitten in Bali and Australia. I’ve been bitten five or four times. Nobody got sick, too.

Also you are probably wondering: do Cambodians use bug spray? Well, no because when they are kids they catch the fever and then they build up an immunity when they are adults.

Here’s what a mosquito looks like:

mosquito

diagram of mosquito 

 

 

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please read my moms post 🙂

thank you

In which we make it to Bali, and opt for dead people over living monkeys

We left Australia leaving on a midnight flight to Bali that dropped us into Denpasar around 1:30 am. We crawled into our beds and passed out, but not before I almost used the tap water to brush my teeth, only stopping when the girl yelled out upon hearing me turn on the tap! I wasn’t used to not just using the tap water, even though I was the one who gave multiple lectures to the kids about water rules in Bali! 
Bali is a popular tourist destination for much of Europe, Japan and Australia. Our first night we stayed in Kuta, conveniently near the airport, but is an area which is overrun with partying Australians. It’s crowded and assaulting – every two minutes someone is asking you if you want your hair braided, or to come in their shop, or to take a taxi, or something else. The boy found this to be very sad – he perceives it as people having to beg for their livelihood, which isn’t entirely inaccurate, and he found that degree of inequality unjust. We liked walking along the beach and the kids played and jumped in the unpredictable surf, sometimes getting unexpectedly drenched and having a great time. 

miles of motorbike parking on the beach


I had decided to stay in Ubud instead for a quieter and more relaxed experience and we took a car there in the afternoon. I  expected a small village with a few shops and quie


streets, and I couldn’t have been more wrong. Ubud is smaller than Kuta but there are no fewer tourists millling about. Some of this is due to Ubud’s popularity after Elizabeth Gilbert found Love there after Eating and Praying her way through the world, but even without that there’s plenty of people here. Still, the overall feeling here is very different. While it’s a tourist center people here are genuinely very nice and the shops and restaurants are inviting, not overwhelming. I wish I’d gotten a good picture of the streetscene, but I was too focused on not getting run over by the hordes of motorbikes and cars on the narrow streets. Here’s one Eric took of us:


I booked a place a little ways out of city center in the village of Tengalagang, and we were all delighted. Inang Villa, where we stayed, was a tropical oasis nestled among rice paddies and was a fantastic place to retire to after hot sweaty days of walking. Given that its surrounded by farms there is the constant daytime music of roosters crowing, ducks quacking, and the loud hum of the cicadas. At night you hear the croaking of frogs and the gentle crickets. Add to this the sound of flowing water from the stone fountains which empty into the pool, and you feel like you’re in another world here. 

the view off our balcony


The following day we made a plan to start at the Ubud palace, walk down the aptly named Monkey Forest Road, check out the shops, visit the monkeys and then head to our spa treatments. Yes, that’s right. Here in Bali you can get nice treatments for next to nothing, so why not, especially after all our road time? On our way out, Kadek, our villa owner said that we should go check out the cremation that was happening. I asked if it would be okay to take pictures, and she said, “of course! That’s what most people are doing anyway!”Ah! Culture! I thought. We must go check this out. 
Now, while this may seem like an odd attraction, cremations in Bali are a big deal. I later learned that because cremations are very big and expensive ceremonies, communities save up money for years to afford them. The person, of course, has been dead this entire time. Upon their demise, they are wrapped in a sarong and buried in a sacred place to await exhumation for when they can be properly cremated. 
In our case, she marked the area of the cremation on a little map I had and told us it would start at 11:30. We didn’t get a sim card for Bali as we’re here such a short time and wifi is plentiful, but that did mean that for unguided excursions we had to just look at a map and couldn’t rely on our friend Google, and I hadn’t yet thought to take screenshots of the maps for future reference. Unfortunately, maps are not to scale here and we spent over an hour trying to find the cremation site and took what ended up being the longest route possible. Along the way we would ask people on the street “cremation?” and they would point us up the road, since everyone in the community clearly knew about the event. Theentire time the kids were googling at the roadside stores teeming with touristy souvenirs, and continually asking me if they could buy this or that. My vocal chords became worn out forming the word “No” over and over again. 
We arrived at the site tired and hungry and sweaty and only to find a confusing layout of large papier mache animals and nothing else really happening other than many dressed up Balinese taking selfies in front of them. The animals were really cool, and I suspect we would have appreciated them more had it not been for the aforementioned hungry state since I find myself struck by this picture now. 


The men were all dressed with a sarong on their bottom and varying shirts on top. Some were western tees with random sayings and some were natty collared shirts in a lightweight cotton. The women all had on a sarong, a tanktop, and over that a brightly colored lace top with long sleeves held shut with a long sash in a contrasting color. Given that I didn’t know what was happening and it was billed as a cremation, I did’t think it would be okay to take closeups of people in their clothes. Eric asked someone when the cremation was going to start, and they said maybe at 1pm! Thus sometimes does time run amok in nonwestern cultures!  We skipped going to the monkey forest to see the cremation, and I have to say this was flop. But, I told myself, we’ll surely have time for the Monkey Forest on another day. The upside was however that we had a good sense of orienting ourselves around the town of Ubud given that we walked nearly the entire way around the center. 
We made our way back to the main road for lunch, which was incredible. I had Nasi Champur, which is a cup of rice surrounded by veggies, tempeh, tofu, boiled curried egg and served with a cup of peanut sauce and crispy mung sprouts to mix it all together. Heaven. 
We made our way back to the villa for some chill time and booked a driver and tour for the next day, before going out to dinner at a small outdoor restaurant with more delicious indonesian food. This time: Mie Goreng, fried noodles with veggies and tempeh in a tasty sauce. Water and the plastic bottles it comes in are a real problem here. I do my part for the environment by just drinking recyclable glass bottles of Bintang beer whenever possible. We all have to make sacrifices where we must, no?

-s