Confession Tuesday- Dentist

I must confess that I like (more like love) going to the dentist. Weird, I know. But for me, there is no way to hate it. Going to the dentist means checking braces, checking braces means one step up to teeth being ready, and teeth ready means BRACES OFF <3.
Maybe I'm just over reacting, but it gets pretty boring to have braces for a year. A year of coming out ugly in pictures, a year of looking at a metal smile with half of the salad stuck in there... I don't know how people for example like Andres could live so peacefully having braces for six years (that equals almost have of your life!).
Last time I went to the dentist, he said that he would consider to take them off the next month! Tell me if you have the possibility of hearing those type of things why wouldn't you LOVE going to the dentist?

Memoir Monday- Friends.

Friends. They are there to support you. They are there to accompany you. They are there to help you. They are not perfect, but so aren't you. They are definitely a pivotal part of your life, especially if you are a teenager. They can provide you with affable profound advice as much as spontaneous jokes that lead to interminable laughs, imperative to feel alive.
We were sleeping at my house, after a party. Four of my friends and me. Somehow we managed to fit the five of us in my room with a bed and a air bed.
We were laughing, sharing stuff that had happened in the party, some one told of how she had a very fun time, the other one about how he liked that guy, and we all asked other one if he really liked that other guy, talking about everything that encompassed the five of us together. You could feel the feeling of closeness, of confidence in the group and I felt a feeling of delight. Happy to have the friends I had, sure about having them beside me when ever I needed someone to tell something, or even to do silly things, they would always be there, I'm sure.

Poetry Friday- Grandma.

I miss you.

You are

Adorable,

Ambitious,

Amazing.

Since I was a kid,

I knew I was your favorite,

You always told me.

Remember?

We cooked,

We cleaned,

You Cared.

I knew you loved me

A lot,

I felt it.

We played,

We laughed,

We went to the park.

Where ever I wanted to go,

You’ll go.

What ever I liked,

You’d buy.

I’d spent weekends and weekends

Just with you,

In your small house,

Your small comfortable home.

But now,

It’s different.

You say it’s different,

Well,

Long distance is never the same.

Talking in the phone with you,

Is not the same as

receiving your comfort,

Your hugs,

Your kisses.

You might say

I’m not the same,

That I don’t love as much,

You say that it’s because of my age,

That I don’t show it.

I don’t agree,

I am the same little girl

Who loves you plenty

and

Misses you as hell.

I love you as much as I ever had,

Grandma.

Slice Of Life Thursday - BINGO

I sat there. Waiting for the lucky number. Hoping that I had the winning paper; but I didn't. First paper gone. Second paper gone. Third paper gone. This was the forth, the winner, the one I was going to win (or so I wanted).... I wanted to stamp all the numbers, I wanted to win. Please, let this paper be the winner, I begged in my mind. Before this game started, I decided to stay quite that way I could concentrate and have more chance to win.
The irritated voice of the man that told the numbers asserted my numbers, making me feel each time more more the $100 check in my hand. Only two more! Yes! Being quite is working!!
The man said the next number, which wasn't one of mine. First one wrong, it's okay... It's just one...
"BINGO!!"
Wait, what?
"BINGO!!"
I knew that voice... I hear it every day... Laura?
"I win!!", Laura exclaimed as she poked my hopeless face.
It can't be, it just CAN'T...
My last and only chance that I had to win, and LAURA wins it? No way...
No more bingos please.
At least I hope that Laura buys me something with the 100 bucks.

Wordly Wise Wednesday - Kids of Today

I highly ABHOR the little kids, or kids that are younger than me think of themselves “cooler” more “powerful” than anyone else. I mean, what happened to the concept “Respect your elders”? O.K, I know I’m not a 40 year old but younger kids should like be nice to older kids, don’t you think? They are supposed to be AFFABLE boys and girls looking out for you to be like you someday… Of what I remembered, I wasn’t like that… I tried to be the nicest to the “big” kids, I was even scared to talk to them, if I did, it was with my most TREMELOUS voice if it ever came out…These days these kids are just so mean. It’s just AMISS… Now I’m the one ENTREATING an IRASCIBLE eight-year-old to let me sit beside them on the bus, it always ends on a INTERMINABLE speech trying to convince the kid to let me sit next to him. Then, when I’m finally sited I’m completely DEPONTENTthinking that I just begged a little kid to let ME seat on a bus seat, it just HAUNTS my mind… If they are like that today, how is the future going to be? I’m saying this because I have an example in my house, my sister….. She is eight and she always is fighting because she wants to do the same thing I do, really, what is she thinking? And they she manipulates and IMPEL my mom to buy her what she wants, to let her sleep until late ECT. I try to go on with a TIRADE with my mom to make her see what I see, but it doesn’t seem to work… PROFOUNDLY thinking, this could really be a issue for the future…

Confession Tuesday

Mrs. Meadows got me thinking… Is it really immature? Well, it kind of may be… Just to some people… I think back at the moment a bunch of 13-14 year old eighth graders singing happy birthday as loud as they can, banging the tables, to Sergio who it wasn’t even his birthday. Well, maybe… to the third person it might seem a stupid, but I have to confess that it’s fun.

Sometimes I feel as if I have too much pressure from people, from the world itself. It’s like time went so fast, now all of a sudden I have to be responsible, have more homework, no recess, and be like a lady. Why? When did I grow up this fast? What if sometimes I like to feel like a kid? Have a little of fun that I used to? Is it wrong or is it right? Well, I don’t feel so bad because I wasn’t me the only one singing. It was the whole grade.

Memoir Monday

I ran as fast as I could to the stage, as soon as they told me that the video was playing. I saw the group of Vivi’s closest friends, all crowed in a circle sorrouding her, I stood beside them. I started at her, she was BEAUTIFUL… I never imagined her looking so pretty, the blue-purple dress fitted her body perfectly, her honey colored hair ran on her back and was decorated with a shiny band. Her smiled glowed with the light, as her eyes watered. Pictures went one by one, the ones when she was little, with her best friend, and then… hey! There I am! I shouted and hugged Vivi, I couldn't help but show my happiness. My eyes tried to water, but I didn't want to cry... I looked around everyone so exited, to see her dancing the bals. I couldn't help but imagine if people would be as happy for me when I turn 15...

I realized that turning 15 maybe it going to be important, because if you think about it... You are one more step into being a women... Can't wait for next year.

Heartbreak

Why do I feel this way?

What is this feeling?

It’s not familiar with me…

It is the first time I experience it.

I think of him

ALWAYS.

When I look at him

My word lightens.

When he talks to me,

I am wordless.

It’s like I always want to be with him,

And just him.

It’s just the only think that matters right now.

But, wait…

He has a girlfriend,

And it’s not me.

My heart falls into a hole,

And breaks.

I want to be the girl he likes,

The one that makes his heart pump,

The one that gives him a reason to wakeup,

The one that makes him like to come to school,

The one that could kiss his lips…

But sadly,

I’m not.

And maybe,

I’m never going to be.

Now I know what this feeling is,

The one I feel toward him,

It is love.

But I,

I am heartbroken,

For the very first time.

Wordly Wise Wednesday - Love Letter

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Greetings my love,

The reason to this letter is to instill you a feeling of mine that I believe it's imperative to confess to you. I've thought about doing this many times, and so I made up my mind.
I'm in love with you.
I have been since 5th grade. I know that probably you don't even know I exist. And I'm aware of that, I've tried to extricate myself from this situation but it's the only thing that is impossible to me.
Everyday that I see you, my disposition changes, pervading my day with sunshine. You are the reason why I wake up everyday with a smiley face. Maybe this guile declaration, would make you throw this to the trash. Or maybe, just MAYBE, my conjecture could be wrong, and this letter would modify your entire point of view and you'll look for me. And then, I might have the courage to tell you who I am face to face and give you a spontaneous kiss (that's my absolute dream). I hope that it recurs to you that a girl is deeply in love with you, and endeavor to find me.

P.S- I love you, and just for you to know, I didn't tell you this face to face because (1) I don't have the courage needed and (2) I preferred not to be laughed at, considering the fact that in our generation this is not prevalent.

With love,
Anonymous.

Confession Tuesday- Jealousy

OK, it might sound to you a little selfish (because most of the times when I think about it, it sounds to me like it) but I have my reasons, and maybe you'll understand... Turns out that I am jealous when my big sister -- 19 year-old Laura-- comes to visit us. She lives in Colombia with her mom (she is a half-sister, we share the same Dad, but no the same mom), and sometimes she comes to Panama so that we could see each other and she could spent time with Dad. The problem is that when she comes I feel as if Dad's attitude changes, like when Laura is here it's like all his attention and enthusiasm is drawn to her, and so my dad starts to tell me things like "Isa, could you bring this to your sister" or "Isa, do this and that for you sister" and everything is for her, Laura Laura Laura and nothing for Isa. It's like hello! I'm your daughter as well pay attention to me as well... That's what I'm used to... I bet my little sister feels like this as well, but she is too busy playing creepy games with what she calls dolls.
I get this really weird feeling inside me full of envy, I love Laura so much and I miss not living with her but sometimes it gets into my nerves that she does everything perfect and gets the prettiest things, shopping only for her just because she doesn't get to be with us always, and everything when she comes to visit. It's supposed to be a good time for everyone isn't it?
But then, it gets me thinking... It is still Dad's daughter and I know she loves her as much as he does with Sofia and me, so I'm guessing that he is leveling up things for her because she only comes to visit three times a year maximum, and she is not always with Dad as we are?
The reason why I wrote about this was because yesterday Dad was talking with her on the phone and he was all happy and exited asking her how was she doing and all that, they talked for a very long time. I know she misses her daughter, I mean, who wouldn't? Maybe I should stand in his shoes and see how he feels, and stop feeling so jealous when it comes to Laura, just because I love both of them.

Memoir Monday- For Nicki

I stared at the brown poop sitting on the yellow stain on the white surface of my mom’s feather sheets with no reaction. I didn’t know how to react. How was I supposed to react to my CAT (the one that always goes to the bathroom in her pink sand box) pooping and peeing on my mom’s bed? My mom was going to go crazy… Coming into heat and not having a male cat was driving poor Nicki insane; she sided through the floor all around the house, meowing and purring and then suddenly she started to bite whatever she found, anyways…For the last week Mom had been really cranky with the cat stuff, threaten me, telling me and my sister that she was going to give her up if we didn’t take responsibility. The idea of giving Nicki to another person broke my heart, but I always kept forgetting to take her of her and kept an eye on her, and my sister obviously didn’t either, you know, eight year olds... And now this, I was frozen,, just hoping that my mom didn’t come for a while, but no, I guess it was karma. I heard her shoes tap on the floor as she walked closer and closer, and spontaneously opened the door. Her face was furious, she looked so derogatorily to the poor cat, I quickly took Nicki and went to my room. I didn’t want mom doing anything to Nicki and I didn’t want to clean it either…

I remember coming the next day from school, asking Gladys about Nicki and she telling me that my mom had taken her to the vet to take her ovaries out. I felt expressionless. It couldn’t be! I wanted to her to have babies…. From that moment I realized that my mom was taking it seriously, and she had gone to the first step and I knew that if I didn’t take responsibility I might lose Nicki, and that was the last thing I wanted. It’s funny because a little bit more than a year ago, I thought about cats being disgusting cleaning them selves up with their tongues, and having dangerous diseases that they could transmit but as I saw Nicki grow after my mom gave it to my sister and me as a surprise, I kind of grew an emotional feeling for her, you know, I saw her grow from a little kitty that was the size of my palm to what is she is now. So I told myself that I had to be more responsible with her.

Slice Of Life Thursday

We were walking towards the car thinking how would we would fit six girls in a seat of four. I counted the heads that I saw, okay, Ana Carolina, check. Laura, Alexa and Liz, check. Who was I missing?
Oh. Then it came to my mind...
"Where's Patty?", I asked all of them.
The question perplexed all the girls, and after they thought of the last time they saw P, Alexa said that she had been called by Ms. Post. Each of us tried to call her hundrends of times to her cellphone but then we remembered that Coach Henter had taken it away in P.E (as usual). We weren't sure what to do. Should we leave her?
Our last idea was to go to the office and ask them if they had seen Patty. Laura and Liz got off the car, and two minutes later they were back exhausted. With a tired voice for going up stairs they said
"Detention with Ms. Post".
That is so like Patty, this things only happen to her, I thought... Then we left to my house, fifteen minutes late, without P, poor her she wouldn't get to go to the food festival in Atlapa.