Were I'm From

I'm from sneakers, from nikes and Ed hardy

i am from creamy colored house, full wit orange flowers, deep green trees, and colored bicycles.

i am from "every saturday night church" and big feet, from ricardo and cuellar and mondragon.

i am form the crazy dancing and bad inventions

from "don't come crying after" and

"te conozco bacalao aunque vengas disfrasao"

i am from sunny, rainy, cloudy tropical panama, seafood and sancocho.

from killing lizards in my bathroom with shampoo and deodorant next to my brother.

Japan Earthquake WW story

It all happen during after school hours at 2:46 in the afternoon. I was walking with my best friend Natsuki; we were heading up to the movie theater to watch “Hana Yori Dango Final.” I was bantering her about how much she loved Niyisoko in that movie. She said he was a hot papa (which he totally isn’t.) she said I was to fastidious when she talked to me, but I mean, that’s what friends do… they hear you out even if you are not that audible! A few minutes had passed, and we were three blocks away from the movie theater until suddenly we feel everything shaking, everything was fitful, the sky not so azure anymore, it was turning colorless, and the shaking wouldn’t decelerate. “Earthquake!!!!!” I screamed. We found ourselves grappling on to a mailbox stand for 30 minutes. When it all ended I took my cell phone, I didn’t expect it to have any signal but surprisingly it did have, I called my mom to see if everyone was ok, everyone was, I told her I would ran back home that I would be there in 10 min.

“I am so sorry Natsuki, just in case I want you to know that you will always be my best friend” I told her before I ran away.

I arrived home and find all of the family sitting on the living rooms sofa—a capacious sofa. My mom said it would facilitate our thinking to not be worrying if someone’s missing. It was a crucial moment in which we all had to stay together.

Suddenly we hear these loud sirens outside the house, I think it was that the president of Japan had sent a copious of adept deploys to see if there were any people injured.

House on Mango Street

The memoir I read was “The House on Mango Street” by Sandra Cisneros. The significance of the title is that, Esperanza, the main character of the book, is always moving from place to place, and her dad is always telling her that one day they will live in a beautiful house forever. But now she is living in a red, ugly house on Mango Street. She is even embarrassed of pointing to that red house and say “its mine.”

Every chapter of this memoir is organized in vignettes; the chapters may be short but every single one of them has significance to how each memory or event affected her life. It can serve as a metaphor for everything in her life.

There were many vignettes in were the memoirist came to realize many things. For example: one of the vignettes that called “Red Clowns”. In this memory she is in a park, waiting for her friend Sally and out of nowhere this man gets near her and rapes her. She begins to get mad at Sally because she didn’t come to help Esperanza in her time of need. Especially since Esperanza came to the carnival because of Sally even though she didn’t want to

I really liked this book; I thought it was a great memoir, I thought it was well written, and how she did the metaphors for such simple things as… “Hairs” hairs describe the personality of a person.

Lines I loved:
“Someday I will have a best friend all my own. One I can tell my secrets to. One who will understand my jokes with ought me having to explain them. Until then I am a red balloon, a balloon tied to an anchor”
pg. 9

I Believe that...

I believe in screaming as loud as you can

I believe that the color of the nail polish on your toenail describes who you are

I believe that falling down is a great medicine

I believe in laughing, as much as you can is one of the best things in life

I believe that standing up to people changes you

I believe that climbing trees is the fun thing in a day out

I believe that a soon as you finish a book there is a lesson learned

I believe that bird poop is bad luck

I believe that every kid should live their childhood in a good pair of shoes

Will my High School years be a calamity? (btw. i am not afraid of high school, its just a made up story)

I was walking myself to school, first day as a freshman. Thinking meticulously about how it was going to be, would i be a loser? a nerd? would i be popular? would everyone lionize me? or would everyone treat me like trash? just like that Kate girl in my other school, who assimilated everyone and made them go against me. ugh hate that chick. Now, would my high school years be a calamity?

I get to my new school, there are bunch of tables with lots of people surrounding them. Everyone in their own clique, goths,football jocks, cheerleaders,quires group, science geeks, student council, the popular kids. i stare at each one of them trying to figure out where i could fit in.

i feel someone touching my arm, its a girl, a cheerleader! cheerleaders are cool, right?

she asked me if i wanted to go sit down with her. i followed. her posy were having an argument of who was the coolest in "gLee" they were all in dissension. i knew right then, i don't belong here.

ps. Puck is the coolest.

Back in the 40's

Back in the 40's where my grandpa Jack used to live, my family told me that he worked with the government, and there was this guy named Richard Bong who supposedly no one liked him because he would always make an anarchy in the moments where they least needed confusion. It would always be a calamity when the government join for there special meetings. Richard had always a dissension from what the other people said. My family told me that my grandpa would always see him conspire with this woman, it was bizarre. No one ever seem to apprehend what he was saying.

So this one day my G. Jack was in the meetings and he was sweltering and so he decided to go to the bathroom, while he was passing by the bathroom was Bong's office. there h was, with the mysterious lady and so he got closer to the door to meticulously hear what they were talking about.

He heard that they were going to get the President of the United States and kill him so that Bong would be the president and then he would take over the whole entire world.

While jack was listening he got so surprised he elapsed a little sound. Bong and the woman came right out to see who was there listening. they catched Jack and shackled him to a chair. Bong and the lady started to interrogate him to see how much he had heard. Bong was imminent to shoot him but then decided that he could be a good help. he asked jack if he would get in the planning, but he was not going to kneel and lionize him to stay in the plan. he told him that if he didn't join then Bong would arraign him for listening to very important private conversations. Jack went to court, Bong got arrested, no one got killed.

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.

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