Confession Tuesday

1. I just looked outside my window saw a fish cloud. It’s kind of deformed but you can make out at lease the form of the fish. It remembered a story my grandpa had told me about a man how knew what was going to happen in the future, just by looking at the clouds and how they moved. I guess it might have been an advantage but who wants to know what they future is, they should just live it.
2. Today was a fantastic day (sarcasm) I had my first detention! I’m so proud of myself! I feel like a rebel now LOL I’m just kidding…
3. When she started her “electrifying” (pay attention to the quotation marks) tirade I seriously wanted to go up to her and say a piece of my mind but I couldn’t risk getting a double “Mrs. Trius’s detention of doom!”
4. Aside from having “Mrs. Trius’s detention of doom!” I pretty much had a good day. Only the fact that I got home at four and miss an hour of homework…but whatever.
5. I love to annoy my little sister with word she does not understand (especially worldly wise ones)she gets you irritated that the only thing for her to defend herself is my mom( I can’t mess with my mom or she’ll confuse me with words I don’t even want to hear.)
6. I bet there any people you know that are hypocrite and I bet everyone can say you yourself are at least a little hypocrite. There is this person that’s in our grade that really is a hypocrite (It’s not the person you are thinking right now) its someone you could least expect to be , some people may already know who the person because they’ve begun to see the other side of him/she. I wish they could stop but I can’t say anything because I can’t trust that person anymore.
7. I’ve been seeing Mrs. Gaudiano wondering around the middle school talking to her old students teacher, parents etc. Her coming to visit the school evoked many funny memories…at lunch I had remembered what Yeji, Nysha and I would call Mrs. Gaudiano something red cheeks (that meant death. Give us a break we were in 6th grade. Like if that was long ago…haha…oh wow two year ago).
8. It took me an hour and twenty-two minutes to right this confession Tuesday…I better stop. “We’ll be back with more, next week on Luciana’s blog!” ;)

What’s that Saying Again? You can Achieve if You can Believe?

I remember my first meet it evokes so many memories…I was clad in a black speedo swim suit, light blue goggles pressing around my eyes , green dynamo logo on my right side and a yellow cap just like every other competitor. The tension pervaded through the swimmers as well as the coaches and parents. The shouts, made by the crowds reverberated across the dome, giving me a haunting feeling of fright. Many irascible parents rebuffed there children’s entreaties to not competing and giving them a long tirade about how winning was there life and future. (I guess they had those grimaces on their faces because it was early in a Saturday morning). Since it was cold outside, I had to keep myself warm, with energy inside, and so I wouldn’t get dehydrate drink a lot of water.

The races had begun I was tremulous of getting on the diving step, getting timed and getting launched by an abhorrent “beep!” I had a profound feeling that something was amiss, spontaneously I heard an anonymous person call my name. Right before they could call again, I noticed that I was supposed to be on one of those diving step to swim 100 meters of butterfly. My heart had made a million slips at that moment; with cursory attention to the things in my way, I ran as fast as I could to my spot. I was thinking that I could never come out in first place I thought those stress kids would bet me by a lot.

Right when I got on the diving step I mind went blank and completely turned my thoughts inside out. I had only four things on my mind: 100 meters fly, power, speed, and number one. My strokes were just like a butterfly escaping in to their world and being free. I was on my final stroke when I reached to the wall and heard a loud “beep!” My name was first up the list I was ecstatic, thrilled of my accomplishment. I realized that if I set my mind on something and repeat it over and over I will have amazing results that I never thought I could be able to do.

To You Mother

I fall

She catches

I fail

She solves

I cry

She comforts

I talk

She listens

I need

She gives

I hope someday

I’ll do the same

She’ll fall

I’ll catch

She’ll fail

I’ll solve

She’ll cry

I’ll comfort

She’ll talk

I’ll listen

She’ll need

I’ll give.

To you

Mother,

I love you.

Slice of Life: FRIDAY...or not

Today was a normal day except the part I thought it was Friday. I had planned everything for the weekend: going to the movies with friends, shopping, staying up late, sleeping till noon, eating with family at a restaurant but no, I was reminded by my friend that it was only Thursday…sadly. There’s nothing wrong with Thursdays but it’s so frustrating that you still have an entire day left until you can say, thank god it’s Friday!

I guess since its Thursday I have to write about something interesting or something that isn’t. I have an idea that’s pondering inside my mind but I’m not sure about it. (I really wanted to write about me thinking it was Friday but at the same I wanted to write about getting a really special birthday present from a very special family.)

When my and family and I lived in Atlanta there was this family name the Yoons. My parents had met them apparently because both the dad and mom worked in the same place as my dad. At the time I was still in my mommy’s tummy so I can’t really remember when I meet them. They have always been very helpful and supportive to my family as well as loving. Our friendship between their families grew and grew and still does. They really love my sister and me but of course I am their favorite (I’m not joking). They always send us many pretty things that no one really would think of or give as present. Since it was my birthday last Saturday they sent me this beautiful bag that I always dreamed of having (I just got it today through mail).I was so surprised and all I wanted to do was call them and thank them. Like in all the presents they send us they put a really small but unique card that has concise amount writing but also contains a profound meaning.

I completed my duty with writing a 3 paragraph and one sentence long Slice of Life…now hopefully someone can comment on this fantastic, marvelous, unbelievable work of art (sarcasm)!

Is this Just an Okay?

Why do people get divorced? Is it because they don’t love each other anymore? Many families probably go through this, but who is the one that is haunted with those thoughts? Studies show that children are affected the hardest. You’ll find that there are lots of friends whose parents are divorce and you might not feel very bad about it but image how they feel? You can only feel the tension and the depression that that person is feeling if you go through it.

If you where in that situation youd probably be impelled to feel reclusive and might be tremulous to express your feelings to your parents. You might wonder if you could have helped to prevent the split. Others might wish they had prevented arguments by work together within the family, doing better with your behavior, getting better grades or wished you'd kept quiet so the irascible parents wouldn’t get mad. You may feel despondent or relived because of the tension going on at home.

I would say that parents going through a divorcing have to be strong and confident especially yourself. I also think that parent as well as children would still feel profound sadness, anger, or depression butthat’s okay because the interminable and abhorrent feelings will disappear with time and you will find yourself back to normal…in a way.

cofession tueday is on paper

Memoir Monday: Expect the Unexpected

Friends come and go it’s a well know saying but is it entirely true? You might leave them or they might leave you. You share your times, but one day you might have to go. You’ll find new friends that will care for you as much; don’t forget the others but if you do expected something unexpected. Something that might fill you heart with joy or might bring you to tears.

+ It was a Saturday but not an ordinary one, I was turning fourteen. It was my third birthday celebrating in Panama. This birthday I was surrounded by many friends that care for me, friends that would give you a smile when your down, friends that would make you laugh and wouldn’t be embarrassed to tell their deepest secrets. In the middle of the music, the laughs, the screams, the dancing I picked up the ringing phone it was Anya and Kyle, my best friend from Atlanta. I had never thought that they would remember my birthday. They sang and congratulated me, we talked like if we had seen each other yesterday they told me how much they missed me and asked me when I was going back visit. I couldn’t answer that question because I knew I might not go back. I thanked them for calling and remembering. I said my goodbye but I recognized that goodbye wasn’t forever but it was until next time.

+I was really surprised with that unexpected call I guess I had forgotten about that friendship we still have. I realized that friends do come and go but you can keep them in your heart and you never know, you might just get the unexpected.

After Wings

It’s cold,
It’s wet,
dark.
The walls are closing down on me
I’m trapped, wrapped so tight.
My wings are crushed
The wing of freedom
Motionless
Waiting
In this world turned upside down
Where all inside is unclear.
I’m hanging
by what feels
like the final thread of innocence.
Layer
After layer
I’m afraid
Of all I don’t understand.
I struggle
Through
What seemed a life time,
Finally
The day arrived…
Light pierces through the darkness
I freely stretch my wings
My wings of freedom
No longer dangling
by that silken thread.
Letting the freedom
camouflage my heart
I fly,
no longer trapped
Like a flower
in the sky.

Friendly Letter

Luciana Paz
1234 Oak Grove
Atlanta,Georgia

September 8, 2010

Dear Grandpa,

How have you been? I’m writing because last night, while I was lying on bed thinking about everything and I remembered that it has been three months since we’ve seen each other.

I wanted to recur the good times we had together. The times when you always wanted me to read your big anthology of poems and stories. The times when you would come spontaneously in the room making a meow sound and I would automatically know it was you. The times when you would get the bottle cap of the soda and a napkin and pretended you didn’t have an eye and you had a long white mustache. I remember how you would gingerly explain your book about the genealogy of our family and that you want to pass it down from generation to generation. I remember your calm and fun disposition that made me feel safe and protected.

I also remembered what those horrible people did to you, that night we were supposed to go out to eat dinner. The next morning I found you so depressed and in excruciating pain that it just brought me into tears. From then on I was instilled to how much you have to be grateful and vigilant with everything that is around you. The most important thing is that you are alright and that you have me by your side as well as your entire family. I love you and miss you very much!

Love,
Luciana

Memory Box

I have a memory box. I bet many people do and think of them in their own special way, just the way I do. I love to keep about everything that is important; I still have papers from first grade! My mom gets mad at me because I never organize that junk (don’t think my room is a big trash can.)It’s okay, you may say.

I love to keep the important things in this little box I have, that I like to call a My Memory Box. The name is not that unique but it’s concise for its purpose. My memory box contains things from the late 1900's and the early 21 first century. It’s a place where all your cherished moment and deepest secrets and feelings are kept; it’s just like a diary, but even better.

I have every important event in there; it’s like my entire life in a box. Since barley anything fits in there anymore I asked my mom if we could buy a bigger one (guess what she said...oh yes honey, please you really need it). Now I'm in the middle of the modification of my cardboard box, it’s so exciting and important for me do have this box because at any time, I could have the chance to make a small peek in there that evokes many wonderful memories that bring me joy. So I’m going to continues this until I grow to be a grandma and pass it down to the next generation and the next and the next.

Memoir Monday: It Would Just Make You Smile

I was talking with my big sister on Facebook she said that she was at a friend’s house for the whole weekend…I’d forgot that it was Labor Day weekend (I wish we could have that here in Panama)

I had recurred one specific memory about this weekend… I remember that my swim team and I had organized a special meet and invited other team to join us. Each team had a different cap that had something to do with Labor Day (I can’t really remember what was mine). Anyways, I remember that no one took it like a competition, every face had a big smile even the coaches that have a strict disposition! I can’t describe how much fun we had that day!

At the end of the day I realized that events like those bring everyone together and that’s what really make everyone happy and gives them the chance to wear a smile.

Are You Missing Me the Way I Do to You?

It is 5:30 p.m. it’s about the time where absolutely everyone will log into this so called website: Facebook. I go through my notifications, newsfeeds and stop at a comment my cousin Sabrina, made. It was about how much she missed me but it also said that the Exit Magazine, where our pictures of our party had been printed had come out finally! I was so excited; we had been waiting about almost a month now. As fast as I could, I told her to get on Skype and locally she got the notification in no time! She first showed me the magazine somewhat blurry because of the camera but it was fine...there was a picture of Sabrina and I with all my cousins, and three others with friends. I couldn't believe it, I was in a magazine. She said she was going to send it by mail and some other stuff too including the invitation so I can put in my memory box.

(I'm not done with my slice of life yet...I'm going to write about something else that happened while talking with Sabrina.) So between all that happiness I remembered that I had made my poetry Friday about talking with her on Skype just like now. I decided to open up my blog and share it with her, just after the second I finished reading she was quiet and burst into tears. I couldn’t help it but cry along with her the pain of being so far away is just unbelievable. I remembered that I was going for Christmas over there, but it was a surprise so I couldn’t say anything about it yet.