Conffesions

1. One million, By Paco Robbane. Best perfume ever! Love it with all my life... Reason? well, it kind reminds me of a guy I really really used to like, it smells SO good and it smelled better on him hehe. That's why I'm always sniffing and hugging Brian when he uses it (he thinks I do it because I like him, but I actually don't, it's funny). I think is the BEST perfume that a guy could wear, so if you want me to like you One Million by Paco Robanne is a big step ;)

2. I'm not supposed to be on facebook when I do my homework, so if my parents are coming I just scroll with four fingers in the mouse pad and the window dissapears, and they don't see that I'm on facebook! (Mom, if for any case you read this, I'm making it up. You know I wouldn't do that :D)

3. Most of Kun-Hee's comments make me laugh, for some reason. And then he always looks at me very weirdly when he sees me laugh.

4. Yesterday I didn't stay to see my sister in her basketball game, and then I felt guilty. Today I stayed afterschool and found it a little boring, I still believe that she is too short to play basketball, but still she is cute.

5. Forgot for the third time a confession to write...

6. Can't believe that I'm confessing random stuff just because it's a twilight assignment (shows the things that Ms. Brown, sorry Mrs. Meadows, can do).

7. Maybe there are more confessions to make, but why tell them all? We will have more upcoming Confession Tuesdays. :)

I go to the mall

because there is nothing else to do,
almost every week,
But today,
this Saturday,
it's not like any other day.
I put on my new outfit,
look at the mirror ten time more than usual,
put on my lip gloss, and
I'm half way out the door.
I feel nervous,
anxious,
stressed.
And I wonder
how it would be...
Entering the mall gives me chills,
my hands are cold
and shaky.
My heart is ready
to come out.
I take the stairs
and looking around to so much people
hoping to see him.
And I do.
My heart accelerates,
I suddenly feel like walking away,
but at the same time I don't.
I came here to be with him,
that's why I stay.
We walk around,
as we talk,
I look at him,
then he looks at me,
thousands of butterflies
fly in my stomach full of joy.
Can't help more than to smile, because I'm happy.
happier than usual.
Today,
and only today it was
different.

The Tell-Tale Heart - Officer Point of View

Looking at the cloudy night, as dark as it had been since midnight, we gingerly drank our 4 o'clock coffee with some crumpets looking at the early morning fog through the window. We were interrupted by a call from the chief telling us that a shriek had been heard in the house on 76th street. Immediately in a cursory manner we walked toward the house clad with big puffy coats and abrasive guns --hidden under the coats so no one could see them-- for protection.

With a grimace crossing our faces, we walked across the street to our objective. We rang the doorbell, and immediately a middle aged man opened the door for us. For what I could surmise he didn't had anything to do with the suspicion, or at least it looked like it. I informed him that we had been disputed to search the premises, and with a smile on his face he welcomed us to the warm house. As we entered we electrified the house turning on the lights on and simulated to inventory stuff in the house that we found "suspicious", but there weren't really any. Really quickly, the man brought us some seats, and desired us to rest there from their fatigues as he got himself another seat. We talked about familiar things and he always answered cheerfully. We continued talking, and after a while I noticed he was getting a little pale, but I didn't say anything maybe he felt dehydrated or something for all the talking. But then, after getting more paler he started to talk more fluently, was I the only one that was noticing this? It felt like it... I just ignored it, when suddenly:

"Villains!" he shrieked, "I dissemble no more! I admit the deed -- tear up the planks! -- here, here! -- It is the beating of his hideous heart".


After this,we derived that something was wrong....The first few seconds, we all started at him, he was definitely crazy. He was breathing hard and looked anxious for some reason. My mate had grabbed the man and handcuffed him, I notice something under the wooden floor. Something that wasn't supposed to be there... I succumbed to my curiosity, and found it. I pulled the rectangular wooden board, and there it was: the gruesome body of the old man! We called more officers to take the man to a mental hospital were he could take care of, and my mates and I endeavored to investigate further, and find more about this case...

Edamame

I really hate when I don't know how to do something, so I start to copying another person thinking that it is how you do it, but at the end it's not actually right... I was at a sushi restaurant in a normal Sunday afternoon, eating with my parents and some of their friends. There were many types of sushi rolls: salmon, crab, squid, and others that I couldn't really tell what they were. And there was this other thing that looked some what like peas, they were green and they were in the peel that had little grayish hair on them; edamame, or so they were called. I wasn't exactly sure how to eat them so before I did anything, I looked around to see how other people were eating it. I spotted one of my parent's friend, his name was Jose. He was taking edamame from a pile, putting it into his mouth, biting it a little, feeling the taste and then taking it out of his mouth looking digusting and all smushy with saliva. It didn't look so provocative to eat, but who knows? maybe it tasted good... I took a few minutes to see a couple of more times how to do it, when I finally felt that I had learn I reached out to my closest pile and grabbed one, when I was about to put it into my mouth I heard Paola --Jose's wife-- let out an outburst of laughter, "Please tell me that you were eating from that pile? Those are the ones that had been already eaten!!", she said still laughing, as she showed him how to eat them properly. I saw how Jose's eyes opened like two big marbles and spitted out the disgusting-already-eaten edamame. I was bitting my lip trying not to laugh, so I just kept it a smile. Apparently he didn't know how to eat them either... I couldn't believe that I was going to eat it like he was doing, thank god I didn't, it would've been so embarrassing. Poor Jose, he looked so perplexed...

Mother and Daughter

I looked up at the clear sky, and saw how the sun was hiding toward the horizon . It wasn't hot or cold, just the perfect warm temperature after a usual sunny day. The harsh waves that massaged the sand caught my attention, "Why haven't you ask to go for a walk on the beach? You always ask", I suddenly asked my mom. "Well, it hadn't come to my mind... Do you want to go?", she replied with little surprise at first. Sure, why not? I thought, me wanting to walk through the beach with my mom doesn't happen everyday.
As our delicate feet walked on the soft grayish sand, and the waves occasionally kiss our tip toes, we talk, we share, we laugh, and see a couple of fish drawn by tide to the shore. It felt so good, a feeling of comfortableness, a feeling that draw me to her, and made us tighter, the feeling of mother and daughter spending time together...
I enjoy every second that goes by in these moments, and it has showed to me that if we both try hard enough, each time we would make it better and better. I wish that it could be like this at least most of the time...

This year I hope for...

Your shout echos inside the room,
my words want to come out,
but they can't without tears...
while your eyes full of anger
send me to my room,
the salty tears travel my face
bringing me regret.
I don't want this to be like this, I simply don't.
This year I want a better relationship with you, mom.

My heart aches everytime you talk to me,
and tell me that you don't want to fight
anymore
because the truth is
I want the same as you, I mean it,
believe me.
This year I want a better relationship with you, mom.

I know we are strong,
stronger than your temper,
or my way of being,
selfishness from both of us,
or every little weakness of our own
that erupt in every of our stupid fights,
the ones that make us weaker everyday,
or those small details that painfully stab us...
We can beat them,
we can go far over them.
I'm sure of it
If we just try a little more...
One day we'll have the relationship that we both look out for,
the closest to perfect.
This year, I want to have a better relationship with you, mom.

I think about every time that you've helped me,
how much I need you in my life is
undescribable.
When we don't fight,
you don't only make me happy,
but bring me an ocean of joy.
I have only five more final words for you:
I love you mom.
And I hope to have a better relationship with you this year.