What I Believe

I believe that waking up in the morning
with a hug,
is a blessing of god.

I believe in improvisation.
It can bring wonderful
random moments.

I believe in making a wish
at 11:11.

I believe you can make more friends
by becoming interested in others,
than trying to get other people interested in you.

I believe in the wonders of art.
I believe in imagination and creation.

I believe that 'natural talent' doesn’t exist,
you have to work to win a Noble Prize,
you have to work to win the Olympic Gold Medal.

I believe you should give yourself permission...
to do new things, random things, or basic things.


I believe in being mischievous,
it feels good every once in a while.

I believe you should break the mold,
do thing differently for once.

I believe you should dare to dream.
to dream
for whatever.

And I believe in God
in someone superior

whether it is many gods,

whether it is no god,
but just someone
who's out there.

Evo Morales Equals Unwise

Bolivia is the best place to go for a vacation, but living there is not so great. I say this because the president—Evo Morales—is just completely insane! For some bizarre reason people still think he is doing a great job in office and he is still lionized...I guess for the only things his done 1.) say stupid things and 2.) do stupid things.

Having an indigenous president was a good change for country and some people helped him assimilate in the society very quickly, but having an illiterate president was the end of this nation. When Evo Morales came to make a speech about raising the price of gas, there was dissension over that ridicules act. People began to protest in the streets (the same people that supported for him and voted for him) there was riot up until the president backed out and thought twice of this almost error. I think he noticed that he didn’t have as much power as he did before, when he first ran for president. If I where him I would be very meticulous for my next move.

U.S.A. and Bolivia

Last night, I was watching the speech, Barak Obama made, “State of the Union Address”. It really showed how strong and powerful the U.S.A is which made me feel very proud. A few weeks before this speech the president of Bolivia—Evo Morales—talked to the Bolivians just like Obama did to the Americans. Like I said Obamas speech made me feel proud he talked with intelligence, but when I heard Evo’s speech it just made me want to turn off the T.V. I love both of these countries; the U.S.A is great for some things and bad for others. Bolivia’s government might become a state of anarchy (which I really hope it doesn’t) but it has great people, places, food or whatever besides the government is amazing. If there is a campaign that people can conspire there ideas to make Bolivia a better country, it would really make people from all around the world apprehend that it is growing and becoming a strong nation.

"I'm So Damn Sorry!"

It was one of those interminable winter days. Like always, right about five p.m., I was running out the turbulent post office (Boy, was it hectic in there.) I can briefly remember what had happened. After taking a breath, I derived that I had crashed into someone. It was this tall, skinny young boy, clad in his black coat, and this red hunting hat. He seemed like a very affable person because he wouldn’t stop saying, “I’m so damn sorry.” He gingerly helped me up, and spontaneously asked me to go out for a drink or watch a movie. I thought it was very strange to ask me that since we just meet.

That crash was excruciating, I think my knee was bleeding, but I didn’t say anything so I pretended that I was okay. I told him that I could only join him for a brief stop at the bar or something. He told me that he had to meet some old friend so I surmised that it was fine with him.

“Hey, do you happen to know where the ducks go when the lake freezes?” He asked in a imperative tone.

What was he thinking? How old is he anyways? And his name, I completely forgot that.

“Oh, I don’t know, I think they, well, it really makes me despondent…” I said softly, “Oh and I missed your name?”

“Oh, I’m Holden, Holden Caulfield.” He said, “What do you mean it makes you despondent?”

Who asks these questions? I noticed that his breath smelled abhorrent. My conjecture is that he was an avid smoker because of that, and because he was going on his 5th cigar since we bumped into each other.

We entered the bar and I had an inkling that he was going to keep on asking about the ducks.

“So, you don’t know where they go?” he said.

“No.” I said very irascibly.

“Care to dance?” he asked in a harsh tone. But his eyes seemed genuine so I could be amiss.

In fact I was a marvelous dancer, so I said yes.

“Hey, do you want to come with me to the west, and I’ll get a job and stuff, and you could come with me and we would recluse our self and modify our lives!” he said as fast as he would.

“Wait, Holden, hold on, you seem like a very nice person, but I just meet you and that is just an audacious choice and it’s slovenly thought out!” I said, “I don’t want you to rankle yourself, you seriously thought I was going to say yes?”

“Just shut up!” he yelled, “You really are a pain in the ass.”
Iwas shocked and said, "Ugh, never talk to me again!”

I gave him my word grimace and rudely walked away.

“Hey, Bartender, give me another drink!” Holden shouted with anger.

Conscientious Vibrato

We were a strong,
lifelong, song...
written in a melody,
in a stanzas,
and
a note.

She is the serene piano
and I’m the prudent violin.
Forever playing
with no apart.
But years pass

And pass.
We both embark
in a journey
to adulthood.
One
before the other.

Our audacious
but yet profound talent
reach a Sul tasto,
a Ponticello, a Bariolage
But always
a conscientious vibrato
on ever note and step
of our ways.

We were a strong,
lifelong, song...
written in a melody,
in a stanzas,
and
a note.

The Catcher in the Rye: He Just Runs

Him,
that boy,
that phony slob,
that immature boy
honest
but careless
boy just runs.

He waits,
that boy,
alone
for a goodbye
a sad,
a happy,
a bad goodbye.

Him,
that boy
runs in the getaway.
Fearless
or not
just runs
and runs.


He waits,
that boy,
sick and tired
for train
that will never go forth.
So now,
he just runs
and runs.

The Girls

Amy Goldman Koss has another dramatic, clique, crushing, and friendship story, The Girls, about teenage protagonist: Maya, Renee, Darcy, Brianna and Candace. It’s a story about true friendship, the survival of middle school, and making wise choices.

Maya was just one of the popular girls until she was put out of her group of “friends” and Candace the antagonist, begins to separate them all. As the book is developed, each chapter is told in the point of view of one of the five girls, and shows there feeling about the protagonist exactly through their eyes.

This book appeals to those who interest in gossip, cliques, true friendship, or just simply want to read a book about middle school life from a girl's perspective.

Maya—the newest of the group—realizes that she is no longer part of that clique. She finds out that she was not invited to Darcy’s birthday party while everyone else was. Maya was confused and could not make out what she had done wrong, when actually she was just being kicked out of the group because of Candace, the leader “said so.” Renee—the next one in line to get exclude and whose parents are going through a divorce knows that leaving Maya out is bad but she fears that she will no longer be popular if she speaks her mind. Brianna—is just one of the followers of Candace—who doesn’t want to risk to get kicked out of the group either. Darcy—Candace’s “best friend”—obeys Candace as if she was her slave. The mystery is that no one in the group knows what wrong Maya had done, except Candace who decides who’s in and who’s out.

The author Amy Goldman Koss gives support to the story with coming of age issues that are common in the adolescent life. At the same time, the climax and resolution was blunt and brief. The climax as well the resolution was pointless because she went through so much trouble with the description and development of the characters but she didn’t end up with a strong and solid ending of the book.

The Girls is a short and fast read (121 pages) that displays many teen moments. It portrays a serious peer-pressure issues occurring in every school in the world. All of the characters really give the reader a perspective of their feelings and thoughts.