All posts by dliao

Ayumi Yaesawa

Ayumi Yaesawa

That’s my sis

The only sis in the whole wide world

Every minute we always fight

But we’re back to normal like nothing had happened

We’ve been sisters for fourteen years

We’ve never been apart since the day we became sisters

I’m always beside you wherever you go

When I am blue, you cheer me up

When you feel lonely, I make you shine

I’m a little bit sassy, but you never give up on being my sis

We’re like cacti with tons of thorns,

But without the thorns, we’re nothing but plant

Your thorns protect me

My thorns protect you

Our thorns are there to show we’re sibs

 

You always walk ahead of me

It seems you’re far away from me

I always become a little against you

But you never quit to being my sis

Even when you’re far, we are close

because whenever I need you, you always come back

If I’m lost in the middle of the sea

You’ll appear, calling me name

I’ll hear your voice and I’ll call your name

You’ll turn your back and reach out your hand

I’ll grab your hand

You’ll grab me back

Then you’ll look at me with a big bright smile.

 

You’re my sis, and I’m your sis

I cannot live without you

I’ll love you forever so

You must love me

Forever and ever

Written by Mizuki Yaesawa, pictured here with her beloved sister, Ayumi, as she presents Ayumi with this beautiful poem and adorable handmade dolls of the two of them

Tara

Now Tara has no parallel,

her many qualities are hard to miss,

her sublime baked goods are no hard sell

and with skiing she does excel;

ski racing was grand, though the gator tan she’ll never miss.

And Tara has no pet peeve

so try to frustrate her; you will not succeed.

The list for her virtuosity doesn’t stop there:

she’s kind and thoughtful and also quite lovely.

Bear with me, I know we’re all a little jealous of the Tara flair.

In fact, although Tara’s life may seem truly sunny,

her relationship with school is not all that bubbly.

Though baking will always steer her away from frets,

you know, not trying her banana muffins will be one of your biggest regrets.

Speaking of food, Tara could eat sushi for days,

but anything infused with water is inedible.

Cukes, peppers, and watermelon is not something she would praise.

And with this rare hostility, her originality is incredible.

So Tara is quite special, yes,

we love you still ’cause you’re the best.

Written by Sabine Fedder about her dear friend, Tara Brudar

Jeff

Thoughts of algebra, trigonometry, and calculus echoed through his head,

as he sat there, pondering on top of his bed.

Law of sine, cosine, and tangent all seem good to use.

Guessing and testing, there would be nothing to lose.

His head spun like a dreidel in the starry night sky,

staring at the jumbled mess of numbers as he let out a sigh.

Suddenly, a smile started to grow on his face,

as he cheered in excitement, the answer written right there with elegance and grace.

Eyes glowing of happiness lit up his dark room,

the quadratic formula should be written on my tomb.

Math is so fun! What a great use of time,

he thought to himself, writing down all the numbers of prime.

With a tick and a tock, he heard a loud ring,

jumping in shock, like he had just fallen off a rusty old swing.

4:30 AM? How can it be?

Math contests are just too fun, as one can clearly see.

He reached for his snack, apple pie covered in a thick layer of whipped cream,

as it melted in his mouth, he let out a beam.

Gulping his milk down as fast as a speeding car,

he then took a bite of his extra large chocolate bar.

Fired up and energetic, an urge for music came to his mind,

as he started to play the pi song, so sweet and so kind.

3.14149

Who knew the ratio of a circle’s circumference to its diameter, sounded so divine?

And as the hand on the clock struck 5:00 AM with a buzz,

he began to work on his socials homework, like he normally does.

Written by Nolan Hu about his pal, Jeff Zhang

 

GG Poem

GG is my great grandmother,

She has lived for a century.

All the time that we’ve spent together,

It’s like an adventure, you see!

GG tantalizes and tempts me

With many tasty treats.

Sundays, sorbets, suckers,

And other succulent sweets.

And the stories she tells, oh they are so grand,

The words dance around in the air;

They dazzle the room like stars in the sky,

GG never forgets to add flair.

I love when I see her,

I try to go every Sunday.

She really is great-grandmother,

And that’s all there is to say.

Written by Mark Ewert, pictured here with his dear GG

Zoe

Of small things with larger insides

With certain sprite, size cannot cage

Step after step, sun-running strides

Fabulously Zoe takes the stage

Dancing, Drama, all with finesse

Handmaking hearts in seven ways

Many talents does she possess

Coaching the grade nine one act plays

Loved well by friends, lover of tea,

Tap dancing guys, by family

Caring of heart, most flexibly

Daresay Hugh Jackman would agree

Of time and effort spent behind the scene

Leading on, a sparkling queen

Written by Sara Cotter about our wonderful Zoe McCullough

Trash Can

Oh trash can, you don’t get as much as credit as you deserve.

You take on so much stress and hatred, like coal aspiring to be a diamond.

Oh trash can, no one ever calls you beautiful,

Even though you help the world with its sorrows.

Oh trash can, I want you to know that you mean something to me.

Without you, the world would be off-balanced, like a table without its fourth leg.

Oh trash can, you need to know that you are loved,

For you are simply a bud aspiring to be a flower.

Oh trash can, thank you.

Written by Emily Olson-Pearson, seen here with her poem displayed on a Vancouver trash can

To Ben

Passion and humour built a great actor

To produce the most beautiful art

Blessed by a composed intensity like no other

Talent and you will never be apart

Those media skills are mad

You have a knack for technology that is rarely found

Your videos make everyone glad

With their imagery and sound

From what I know, I can tell you have a heart of gold

I wish your creativity be forever young and never old

Written by Wendy Zhang

Olivia Reeve

Have you ever seen a river so graceful yet fierce?

Or a lion, with the wind making waves in its soft, golden fur as it runs across blistered sands? Perhaps you have been so fortunate to stand in a storm and feel its chaotic beauty dance around you. Maybe you have stood on a jagged mountain peak and seen the sun rise from its sleep and drag old paintbrushes across the sky, or have you lain on the grass with the night jasmine drifting around you, unable to tear your eyes away from an inky face splashed with stars.

I have.

For it is easy to say you have done all this once you have met the masterpiece that is Olivia Reeve, who’s name rhymes quite nicely with something, something Steve.

Written by Lucie Warrington

The Most Amazing Person in the World, Emily Lei

Prepare for the tale

Of a human, not whale

The simply majestic Emily Lei

Icon, legend, everyone’s bae

 

Famous for her sparkling wit and endless sarcasm

But no so much enthusiasm

She LOVES sitting in the front row

And can often be found with a sketchbook in tow

 

There is much I could say about Emily Lei

But then I would be stuck singing praise till my voice ran away

And though “sketchy” may be her most favourite colour

My love for her is truly top dollar

Written by Christine Molnar about her pal, Emily Lei