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.