Where I'm From

I am from weekend's homemade pancakes,

dripping with butter and maple syrup.

I am from downstairs parks of tall buildings,

capacious, mysterious, and secret.

I'm from the silent whistle of the wind.

I'm from fresh orchids, the cape gooseberry.

From the sunday breakfasts, and evening movies.

I am from the never let you down, and I'm here for you.

From Daddy's support, to Mommy's comfort.

From don't play with fire or you'll get burned,

to it's friday let's get out of the city.

I'm from catholic views, but atheist habits.

I am from Colombia, BB-Q meat, and homemade rice.

From the days we started our new life,

on another page

I'm from the biggest step taken.

From the fading encrypted memories in the albums,

casually remembered, yet never forgotten.

I am from those moments,

a permanent path that is carved to the core,

reaching the roots

of where I am from.

WWL8- Japan Earthquake

One Japan's most powerful earthquake recorded stroke on a copious area of the north east coast on Friday, March 11, preceding a ten meter tsunami.

The fitful quake of an 8,9 magnitude, took place during the evening. It affected the community and the people -- leaving about 10,000 daunting deaths.

The audible sound of the buildings crushing down was a crucial call for authorities to evacuate the remaining victims; but once they saw the tremendous wave coming, there wasn't any adept action they could deploy to decelerate the calamitous wave that on a speed of 200 kilometers per hour deluged the capacious streets of the northeaster coast land.

Many homes were destroyed taken by the water; large number of corps where found, and yet there were still many people missing. The only way to facilitate the fastidious situation was to grapple with the problem, hope for no more damage, and simply wait.

While the Japanese felt a pang of desperation, the waves that were formed by the tsunami travelled 4,000 miles at a high speed all the way to the pacific coast approaching Hawaii.

Go Ask Alice - Book Review

Go ask Alice written by an anonymous author, is a memoir that takes us in a journey of Alice's calamitous world of drugs, the consequences, and her struggles to get out of it. Even if the first purpose of the entries weren't for a book, it gives vivid descriptions of experiences and thoughts. It's a novel in which it makes the reader understand the depth of the situation and connect with the character. The title drags you in because it is basically telling to go to Alice, after all that she's been through, and it's interesting because in the whole novel her name is not mentioned but you know her name for the title.

This epistolary memoir, dived into two diaries -- one was for her old life, and the second was for her renewed self-- shows the life of fifteen year old Alice.

She comes to realize after her awful experiences that drugs don't bring anything good with them, but she might have realized that in a point that there wasn't any option to go back, or even cover her past. She grew up in a loving family, but always had a non satisfying hole with her. She never had some one to be sure to rely on, and that made her emotionally weak trying to take an opportunity that passed her by. Because of this she trusted the wrong people, and got to the wrong places. Alice went through a lot in a period of one year, and went into the darkest places, came into the light, yet she came back there.

This roller coaster ride of the horrors of addiction, takes you in the ride to know the memoirist and emotionally attach to to her. It's a book in which you would want to never stop. You read her diary, enter her world, and never forget her.

Lines I loved:

"All the dumb, idiot kids who think they are only chipping are in reality just existing from one experience to the other. After you've had it, there isn't even life without drugs. It's a plodding, colorless, dissonant bare existence. it stinks. And I'm glad I'm back. Glad! Glad! Glad! I've never had it better that I had it last night." p. 97