DANDELION!

Yesterday was Dandelion's (Danelia) birthday.

-Pats came to my house.

-We went to eat at rock burgers.

-Her brother was making a fool off himself by drinking coke.

-We went to la Arrocha.

-Bought stuffed animals of the "sesame street"

-A big HBD ballon

- And a mickey mouse tattoo for the walls

(B-day present for Dandelion)

-Went to the park.

met a little kid named Walter (VERY adventures kid(he fell down really hard and didnt cry)) (he was 5 years old)

-Isabella and Laura came after

-Went to Papa Johns

-Made a joke of Patricia having a bugger on her nose(she fell for it)

-Come back to danelias home

-Sang hbd

-Made a "photo shoot"

-Isabella filled my face with cake

-Uploaded the pics to the computer

-Came back home.

-------------------DEAD-------------------

Flashback Caulfield

It was a sunny day in New York City, and I was sitting on a bench at central Park staring at the people who were passing by. Suddenly I see this boy wearing preppy clothes and a red hunting hat…(weird) he looked familiar, I realized it was Holden Caulfield, he seemed really despondent. He used to be my neighbor until my moms sell the house because of her new job that was going to be inaugurated in New York.

I felt like getting a cup of coffee and I didn’t want to go alone, so I walked up to him and said “hey Holden…do you remember me? We used to be neighbors…” at first I think he didn’t remember me because he was this grimaces with his face, but after he recognize me.

“Oh yeah I remember you, neighbors…neighbors…right” he said.

So I entreated him to go take a cup of coffee with me, he rebuffed meat first… but then I convinced him to go. I didn’t succumb.

When we got there I started asking him how was his life and his family. I bet he didn’t want to talk about it because he answer me in a very concise manner, he looked at me weird he was kind of getting irascible on me. I asked him if he still went to Elkton, his old school, he said not anymore… that he was at Pencey now.

Our conversation was getting interminable, but it wasn’t bad… it was quite affable, for me, because when we were leaving he made a face of abhor.

MY lovely Wordly Wise

you, the one who teaches me words.

who is conscientious

the one who is audacious by letting be written all over

you for being a prudent book and never lying to me

you are serene,

and some times you rankle me.

you have been rebuked by every kid who gets to have you

by lackadaisical people...

you.

My lovley Wordly Wise.

The Catcher in the Rye Poem

Lies, lies, lies brought him, Holden

To the top of a hill,

With the thought.

The thought of how to say goodbye.

Tik-tok the clock stopped

Walking over to old Spencer

Still, thinking on what to say.

BOOM. A knock on the door.

“come in”

again. lies, lies, lies

the story of his life.

Pretty Little Liars

Pretty Little Liars

Author: Sara Shepard

Maria Fernanda Cuellar

Pretty Little Liars written by Sara Shepard is a realistic fiction book. This book is about a group of four girls that during their seventh grade vacation, their friend, Allison, the girl who united them disappeared.

Three years had passed and still no answer about Allison.

Aria, Spencer, Emily and Hanna that were best friends with Allison had separated.

“Spencer Covets her sisters boyfriend, Emily crushes on the new girl at school, Aria fantasizes about her English teacher, and Hanna uses some ugly tricks to stay beautiful.”

During the seventh grade vacations all the girls went to sleep to Spencer’s barn, which was right in front of her house. Allison thought that by telling each other secrets it would never break them apart, so all of the girls thought she was right. So they would tell every single thing to Allison, although Ally didn’t tell much about her life… during there sleepover, Spencer and Ally got mad at each other and Spencer told ally it was time to leave, and she left.

Next day Allison’s mother, Mrs. DiLaurentis calls Spencer to ask if her daughter was still there. No. She was not there.

That is when Allison disappeared.

During the three years, of them being apart, Aria moved to Iceland, then she came back, had a crush on this guy she met at the bar which resulted to be her new school English teacher.

Emily, the perfect daughter, student, person, has the perfect boyfriend, friends, military dad, and a “wonderful” mother.

Hanna used to be fat and wanted to loose weight so that the boy she liked, Sean, would ask her out. Also for her benefits to be beautiful. She had bulimia. She also started to hangout with Mona, the girl who used to be a loser

Spencer’s sister, Melissa, was getting married. When Spencer met her sister’s fiancé she thought he was a really nice guy and started digging him. He kind of like her also (still being Melissa’s fiancé) so he… kissed Spencer. Melissa saw him do it and well, bye-bye…

The girls have been receiving anonymous texts to their cell phones from “A” talking about the secrets only Allison knew about. And threatening them with it. So they want to find out who is “A” and what happened to Allison.

To find out about everything, you must read the next books form the series.

I believe that all the girls in the world that like, mystery, drama, and suspense should read this book, it was WONDERFUL! I loved it, one of the best books I have ever read.

The warrior

My brother is the alpha from the animal kingdom.

He’s the man, the warrior, the lion.

My brother isn’t a saint.

My brother isn’t tall

My brother isn’t perfect

My brother is a football player

My brother is a muscle man

But he still aint perfect

My brother has the heart of a lion

The best brother in the world.

SURVIVORS!

Last Friday neither me nor Anna wanted to go to school, so we made a plan of ditching. Anna just asked her mom if she could just not go to school, her mom said yes. Then I told her if I asked my mom to not go to school she wouldn’t let me. So I had to make up an excuse. Before showering to go to school, I told my mom I didn’t feel well, that I had diarrhea. (Off course it wasn’t true, or else I wouldn’t be posting this.) My mom asked me if I wanted to stay. So I said yes.

Later that day I made a secret plan with Anna of her coming to my house. She came at about 10:00 a.m. she brought brownies also! So she got to my house and we decided to go to rent a movie. I hadn’t shower, so I showered and realized I had no clothes, only a green Ralph Lauren shirt and a short skinny shorts. Later we took off to rent the movie.

This is Costa del Este, workers on the street looking at you, whistling, screaming “Ayaa Mamii” or “quieres venirte chichi”

We were walking, and in the middle of the street it started raining, kind of hard but not that much. We decided to run so our cell phones and Anna’s money wouldn’t get wet.

When we got there “Video Danny” wasn’t open! We started calling each other stupid about why it would be open at 10:30 am!! So we decided to go to “La Arrocha”. When we walked in, Anna asked me if I had the money…

“No.. why? You don’t have it?!?! Ohh God, you are stupid! Didn’t you have it when we came out of the house?!?! Did you just loose $19.00?? AYALA VIDA!” I said

“I don’t have it, It must have fallen down when we were running! Hey! Its not my fault!” she replied.

We went back to my house. And decided to watch movies in the internet,

http://www.ver-pelis.net/

We took about two hours of watching “a walk to remember” (I LOVE THAT MOVIE! IT JUST SOO BEAUTIFUL.) After, we were taking pictures with my laptop, and I made a video with ought Anna knowing, and we were attacking each other. SO FUNNY!

Then when we decided to rest my mom came home, she thought I was sick, and if she found out I had a friend over she would kill me! My mom came upstairs to her room and laid on the bed watching TV. My room is in front of hers so if I got out of the room, she would see everything. So I decided to let Anna out of the house my house roof. We opened the window and got out, Anna cut her foot with the roof and threw herself to the garden.

She survived! You wanna know why? Cuz she’s a survivor, and you know what survivors do? They survive (inside joke)

Even Steven

When I was in first grade I was a fanatic of Even Steven. It was my one of my favorite TV show.

So there was this episode in which Ray was still at school, and it was picture day. She hated picture day because she always looked bad. So when they took the picture she saw it was affable and decided to talk to the photographer to ask him if he could take a newer and improved photo, so he did.

Well, I was in first grade; Even Steven was one of my idols so I decided to copy her.

When it was my school picture day I decided to take an ugly picture and later ask the school photographer to take a better one, but after taking one picture, it was it! No more! I was really despondent about the whole situation. So now everybody at our school that was during that school year have a memory of me… being really… stupid. My plan came out amiss. Now this memory has haunted me for over eight years, it seems like an interminable memory.

Please God, I dont want to be late

Alzheimer’s,

The tough disease.

You have fought for it for many years.

Doesn’t compete with you,

You are strong.

I am sorry.

For not being there for you.

For not talking to you.

I am sorry, for

Ignoring you.

Going to your house,

Talking to everyone…

Except for you.

Thinking you are not as interesting as anyone else

I am sorry.

I love you,

Even if I don’t show it (which I am really sorry.)

I regret the moments when I ignore you.

I really do.

Even if you don’t know who I am,

Still, ignoring you,

Makes me feel bad.

I am sorry.

The next time I see you, I wont ignore you…

I will treat you correctly.

How you are supposed to be treated.

Please God, I don’t want to be late…

I love you.

Never/ drunk?/ STUPID!

I was lonely in my house, hungry, and tired. So I decided to call my brother to his cell phone, I thought he was at Pizzeria del Este so I called him and told him about the promise he had made to me. It was that if I served him a soda he would give me twenty bucks, well off course I accepted! But I was so but sooo stupid by accepting it because, its Ricky! He never keeps his promises! So I told him that if he bought me something in el chinito I would take away the twenty bucks promise. He told me he wasn’t eating pizza anymore, he was at Sherens house. He started screaming at me through the phone that no, he isn’t that stupid like to do that. Well guess what honey? You are stupid, because you did promise me twenty dollars just to go get you a soda!

(He didn’t buy me anything.)

Later that day, Patricia came to my house. We started taking pictures with my MacBook, off course we were having fun, but then we got board, still we were both hungry, ugh. So we decided to walk over to La Inmaculada. W got out off the security checkpoint and walked over. We had to cross the street so we checked if there were any cars, trucks, and busses, whatever it is. There was none, so I cross over and out of nowhere! A gigantic truck passes while I am passing! I got so scared so I ran to the grass part and Patricia running behind me screaming. We thought the driver was drunk! He was driving like a crazy maniac!

Today i went on the after school bus. I have always hated going in that bus because the monitor/bus driver(its a she) is a total bitch!(sorry for the word). She didnt let me sit next to AnaCarolina, nore Eduardo or Felipe! so i started fighting with her about it! she just f*** hates me! and i f*** hate her! she made Felipe miss his soccer practice, and me miss my dancing classes! then she started asking the monitor where the fat kid lives, she said it just like that "were does the fat kid live?" just infront of him! what kind of question is that?!?! he is right there!! much more happened but.. well not for bloging ;)

is it good, or bad?

Why do people imitate other people? Well, many people say that someone imitates just because they want to be like them, yeah, it’s true. But do you like it? Do you like people copying you? Doing everything you do? I don’t think so. I am amiss that someone would copy someone. I mean GET YOUR OWN STYLE!

If you are a person who their life is based on imitating, then stop it! People hate it, trust me! It is not affable; you think that that person will think that you are so cute, that they are your roll models so you have all the right to copy them, NO. I know being like them haunts you. But I believe that if you copy someone you are a person with no life, someone recluse that thinks that copying someone will make you fit in, NO. you are just embarrassing yourself, trust me. And once someone tells you to stop and you don’t that person will give you a tirade, start screaming at you, because they are tired of you! They are sending you a message to back off.

I know the question was why do people imitate other people, so Ill tell you.8

People imitate people because they want to be like you, they want to be you! They have no life so they decide taking yours. Ad I hate it once you tell them to stop, they don’t! Its like if it interminable! Its like you’ll live for the rest of your life with someone like that.

I am in eighth grade now, but when I was in second girl a new girl had come to school, lets just make is if her name is Ron. Well she was new and had no friends so I decided to talk to her, off course after a while she was comfortable with me, but then she started with the whole imitating me thing. It was a situation I abhor. I entreat her to stop but she just wouldn’t. I didn’t like it.

But now days, she doesn’t ;)

Dan + Dano

I have a confession to make; there is this girl and a boy... Who really annoy me. When I am near them, I get the feeling that I want to hold them by the neck and choke them (obviously I wouldn’t.) I know many of you (classmates) know who I am talking about. Well, lets just make as if the girl is named... Dan, and the boy is named Dano.

My big problem with Dan is that she imitates everyone! And that she is always like... their! She appears out of nowhere! And just STARES! I have more things to say... but I am afraid that this person knows.

Now, Dano. OH GOD! I DISKLIKE HIM! He laughs all the firkin time! I mean. I do also, but... GOD Dano is pasado. Also, when we are in a classroom he just stands up and leaves, don’t you know this is a classroom and you have to ask for permission? Well YOU DO! I don’t know why he bothers me so much, its just soy irritating!

You two should be a couple, you perfect for each other!

D+D= annoy each other instead of other people;)

(Mrs. Meadows, please don’t ask me who they are during class, thanks)

Strawberry Margarita

it was the first time i had gone to a quinceaños with my older brother, Ricky. he is a sports guy so he is healthy, works out and doesn't drink.

Laura had asked me if i could go with her to the bar and get some water, so i did. once i got there i saw my brother so i decided to play a little joke on him. i texted him that i was getting a strawberry margarita, which i obviously wasn't. he replied to "go to hell". i mean, i was joking!

later when i was leaving the bar he comes up to me and argued that i was not getting any alcohol.

he told my dad...(he just told me to not play like that.)

Mapache

At ten I went back to dancing classes, I was the new girl all over again.

I see all the clicks, girls jumping up-down-up-down, and screaming for the big news.

I wished I were one of them.

I had no friends.

The year passed by,

It had ended.

I hated that I had to wait until March to go back,

I might have been a solitary rock sitting in the middle of nowhere

But I loved dancing

When I became eleven I went back.

Mariana, the queen bee walks through the class halls,

She looks at me,

She sits next to me

She is talking to me…

Would she be using any bad language towards me?

No.

She was asking me how

My vacations were.

My eyes open wide,

My eyebrows rose,

I couldn’t believe it,

The girl who used to call me mapache before

(Because for her mistreating others were her passion)

Was talking to me.

Now days, she calls me, MaFe

Dear AnaCarolina,

Maria Fernanda Cuellar

1997 Costa del Este

Panama City, Panama 121212

september 8, 2010

Dear Ana Carolina Olarte,

Greetings Ina Cirolina Olarte, i want to tell you that i hate you for not sitting next to me in the bus. it is imperative that you sitt next to me tomorrow at the bus. we must talk this over and serious modifications to our sitting spots in the bus, because i miss you...

i also dont like that we dont have any classes together, only english ! and we dont talk during english!

this situation has been prevalent for over two years already.

i understand we dont have almost any classes together, but it is unaceptable that we do NOT sitt together in the bus beacuse you know who sits next to me.

sincerly

Maria Fernanda Cuellar

my 1 confession list;)

1. I threw a rock at my brother head when I was young

2. When I am bored and having nothing to do I bite my nails (I know… EW)

3. I wake up every morning fighting for what color socks I am going to where for the day

4. I LOVE touching my collar bone, even though people say its disgusting

5. Smiling when I feel embarrassed, it just makes me feel better

6. I have a weird foot that can move like a snake

7. LOVE to annoy Ana Carolina and Patricia

8. Hate my knees, but like my legs

9. I go to my mom’s bathroom and play with her makeup (NOT ALWAYS!)

10. Hate when boys have long, LONG hair

11. Love Isabella’s and Alejandros eyes

12. I still like the song of hakuna matata

13. I sit on my brothers four-wheel and pretend to ride it like a pro

14. At night I go to my brother’s room and start painting his face (sometimes! I swear!)

15. I hate hypocrite people (I am being one)

16. When I sing a sing, I start dancing like a chicken

17. I grew about 3in during summer, and I feel like the tallest person in the world

18. My favorite words are: Oh mama, ayala, ombe, que concha, and chambuki

19. I don’t like drinking water (I know…its unhealthy)

20. I LOVE seeing people get hurt (its just soooooo funny)

21. I like saying peoples names in a weird accent like: natalaya(Natalia) or Andria(Andrea)

22. I don’t like Justin Bieber

23. I like: Channing Tatum, Zac Efron, Liam Hemsworth, and Shia Lebouff

24. LOVE laughing and smiling, they are the best

memoir monday #2

I remember the day when my cousin called me to my cell phone and asked me if I wanted to go do a photo shoot with the children in FANLIC, a place were they keep the kids with cancer that need treatments, care, love, and don’t have the sufficient money from the interior. When I first walked into FANLIC I thought those kids would be all depressed, but I was wrong. When I got to meet them, they were like the happiest kids you could meet. Even though they were sick, they were happier than me and you (however is reading this) could be.

SOL.

for the first time in this school year i stayed after school to finish a test.

after, when i was done mrs post told me i could eave the class, and so i did.

i walked directly to my buss, number four. i was the first person to enter, besides the buss driver and the monitor, well and the little kids. i guess you can say i the wasnt first one...

then julio walked in an sat next to me. and so did Eduardo with Julio. we talked about anything we wanted, laughed about the most stupidest things.

we got to costa azul, eduardos house. it was only me and julio in the back seat. we were playing heads or tale, he was heads and i was tale, howevers side won the round they got to keep the coins, and the dollar. OFFCOURSE i lost, everything (it was all his money.)

then, we got to my house, he had my cellphone and i had his dollar. i was trying to get my cellphone back from him, but it was mission impossible. he gave it back after i gave his dollar back. when i walked to open the front door it was locked! and i had to go to tempo!

the bus was already leaving and i had to run after it. i felt like forest gump.

they saw me running and the bus driver stopped, you coud see on her face that she was pist. she had a horrible grimace. i ran up the stairs of the buss and told the bus driver that my house was locked and i couldnt enter, and i had to go to tempo right a few blocks from my house. i was really tired after alll the running i had made.

"call your mom and ill talk to her" she said.

"i have stop payment, i cant call!"

"then get out."

"BUT! just leave me in the corner! pleasee!"

"no. get out, or else i will get in troubles"

"ayala! okok, thankss(sarcasm)"

I got out of the bus and walked alone to tempo.

i was starving, and felt hot.

It was late in the night and my brother and I were in the park with our friends: Estefania, Rainiero, Willo, Diego, Carlos, Alejandra, Kbto, Irene, Monica, and etc.

We were playing mini golf. No one knew how to play the game, but my brother, Ricky wanted to go and hit the ball. He hit the ball with the ball club way to high. Wilo was right in front of him.

The ball flew up high and landed on willos eyes. He fell to the floor; we were all in shock for what had happened.

All around his eye were blood; he was shaking like a fish out of the water. Not crying. It was unbelievable he could be so strong and not have a tear come out (he must have had blood tears.)

We were all so scared, so we ran to our houses.

“Fernanda! Please don’t tell mom and dad, please! I am begging you” Ricky said. “Ok Ricky, but are you scared?” “Well… I don’t know… No” (riiiiight)

P.S. My parent found out.

Ordinary day

I go to Tempo,

Because it’s like my getaway,

Away from the books,

Unnecessary comment given to me,

In my family,

No wants to get out of the couch and take me to tempo,

So I put on my running shoes,

My shorts,

Plug my earphones to my cellphone

And head off,

Once I get there I stand upfront of the door watching the lower groups dance to Hannah Montana music.

I wait, I wait,

Until finally the coach opens the door

And releases the dogs,

I enter the classroom,

Disco balls and discs hanging from the roof,

A wall full of mirrors and the final wall with the place logo.

I look at myself on the mirrors thinking of what we will do today…

Learn a new choreography? Clean the old dances?

I don’t know.

My friends and I see a guy entering the classroom,

We ask who that is,

But no clear answers are given.

So we carry on with our conversations.

He told us that we were going to learn break-dance for the day.

He teaches us the basics first. Easy.

Later, we look at him,

Standing on his shoulders/ head/ hands! Wow!

He shows us the steps to learn the move,

So we try and try,

Finally we get it!

Ps. my ordinary day is to go to tempo and always learn something new.

Victim- Dead

It was late in the night; I was in bed clad with the mattress. I heard a noise; I sat up and gingerly heard the sounds. They were footsteps coming upstairs, I had recognized them. I surmised it was nothing, but it was. The door slowly opened, I started doing an inventory in my head of the horror movies I had seen, I tried to simulate the scenes the main characters did when the monster or thing comes in to the room to kill them, therefore I didn’t have enough courage to get out of the bed, I was trying to have an endeavor to be brave and get out of bed. I just couldn’t.

The door opened slowly, the footsteps became more intense each time it got closer. I was scared. He threw himself on top of me. I couldn’t breath I was dehydrated of so much fighting. I had to defend myself, so I decided to pull of the cable cord of the lamp. It exploded and my hand was still holding the cord. I have gotten electrified. I felt my face was changing to several grimaces. I had done it in a cursory manner, I wasn’t thinking, and I had burned my hand. It hurt so much so I started doing an abrasion to it so that the pain would kind of go away. I was in a gruesome moment. Before I went to bed he had come to say good night, I knew it was him, that was a hint, a derive.

I couldn't breathe. I knew by then I was going to succumb. And I did.

ALLELUYA!

My brother, Ricky, and I were alone in the house so we decided to go out to the park with our friends.

We were talking for about thirty minutes about anything until we decided to go play soccer in our backyard. Therefore, we did.

We were kicking the balls as high as we could. Each time the ball would be kicked out to the street I would be the one to go get the ball. It was Estefania’s turn to kick the ball so he did, but it landed on our neighbor’s backyard. We were scared. They were a French grumpy family.

Everyone was telling me to go get the ball. I did what they said, I was small and stupid… I opened their backyards door and went scrolling in like a baby. I was scared to be caught. Luckily, the family was not in the house, but there was the dog… still I did not mind the dog I just went to look for the ball. I took sooo long on trying to find the ball but finally did.

I left the house and saw the guard, but I was in their front yard still! Therefore, I went scrolling fast to the bushes and hid there for about five minutes until the guard left. I came back into my backyard, threw myself to the floor, and started singing ALLELUYA!

Memoir Monday: when i was first trusted with the car!

I saw my dad getting in his car and asked him were he was going, he told me he would go drive four wheel with my brother. i wanted to go so i asked him if i could. he thought about it and came to a decision, NO.

i wanted to go so bad so i said ok and snukked into the car, once they got their i said SURPRISE!

he didnt get mad or anything. he did instead a scene of the movie zohan

"smell it smell it now take it!"

i saw ricky coming from his four wheel to the car and asked, can i drive. my dad said sure. he trusts my brother. so i decided i wanted to see if he had enough trust with me. i asked him and said he said yes.

I guess i am a person people could trust. well depends on how people think of me.

Lying on my bed with the soft white pillow on my face trying to forget for what I have done,

I never meant to hurt her, it wasn't my intention,

I was just mad. Really mad.

Her eyes were filled with tears,

Her nose was congested,

And shaking like I have never seen before, not even when she was cold.

I would insult her in my head, trying to convince myself she was all those things.

But I just couldn't.

She was way to amazing to be like my insults.

Looking at her cry was one of the most painful things in the world that I have seen.

My heart was pounding to hard. GUILT.

I regret it in so many ways.

I know she knows that I am trying my best to be the best daughter ever.

But I still can’t convince myself I am doing the best job.

That is why God this year I want to have a better relationship with my mom.

And I pray with you for that to happen.