Same Old Holden

It was a cold, dark night in New York City. I was clad with a black suit, pants, a hat and my mittens, while I was walking, alone, through Central Park. No one was there except for me and a young man wearing a red hunting hat.

 From were I was, it seemed that he was in a very lousy shape, and he seemed to be drunk. He was shouting and excruciating insult to himself, or at least, thats what I think because there was nobody except for me and him in the park, and he couldn't see me because I was behind him. When I started to get closer, I began to surmise that that man was Holden Caulfield because of the crazy stiff he was shouting and his red hunting hat. I wished he wasn't Holden. Oh my God, I hated that guy back in Elkton Hills because of his weird and irascible disposition. He was one of those guys who embarks always a  fight, ALWAYS. He rebukes people because of their religion and way to dress. He is just one of those guys that acts like he recluses. I hadn't seen that guy like in two years that was when he got expelled from Elkton Hills, so I started thinking that maybe he had changed his brusque personality and way of talking to people.

I started getting closer and closer with audacity to see if that was Holden. While I was getting closer and closer, I started to get an inkling of Holden actually being the guy in the park.

When I finally got there and saw his face, I realize it was Holden, so I decided talking to him. He was lackadaisical, as always, when you talked to him. "Hi Holden, long time no see." I said in a very serene voice.
"Hi there, Ana. I haven't see you like in two years. How's school and all?"
"Nice as always! In what school are you now?"
"I am in a school near somewhere around here. What ever with that.. Do you know where the ducks go when the water from the lake get freeze and all?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Where the ducks go!! Boy, I always knew you were like that. Never knowing something and all."
"Oh my God, you haven't change a bit Holden. I think I know more things than you Mr."
"I'm sorry, i was just mad.. So, do you want to go for a drink or something, I am getting dehydrated."
"I am not going any where with you. You will never change, huh? Sorry, but I can't go any where with a person like you, Holden. Bye, "nice" seeing you."

Walking away, I started thinking that this guy will never change. He is still not concise when talking, and he will always get out of the topics. He will always be very despicable and mean. Yes, my friends, that is Holden. He is a pain in the behind and that will never change. I will wished that moment had not happen. I wish I will never have a re encounter with Holden Caulfield.

But I got Scared

That afternoon,
The one,
in which you told me
with your serene voice,
That you loved me.

With only 

those three words,

you confiscated my heart,

Forever.

I can depict that moment,

the moment,

Where you made me

feel special,

with just

one word...

Perfect.

Everything felt,

like a dream until,

That one day,

The day I was,

audacious to

embark on a journey with you,

but I got scared.

The day we went on a date,

and I screw up everything,

Everything I had with you.

The day my heart, 

completely broke.

I had an inkling

that after this day,

everything was going to be over.

You decided,

Talking to me  

on a Monday afternoon.

You came to me,

to do something you hadn't do the whole day,

Speak to me. 

I knew you wanted to tell me,

That you just wanted to be just friends,

I took the risk to talk first,

just to avoid what you were going to say..

Because I didn't know if it,

was going to be bad or not. 

I just wanted to avoid,

to feel more sad,

to feel more the pain,

of a broken heart. 

Telling you everything in a prudent way.

Telling you everything with a lackadaisical voice.

Telling you lies and stupid excuses like,

I didn't like you anymore.

I was,

Just to try to show you,

That I did not care,
if you told me everything was over.

That I was strong,

When everything was totally the opposite.

Now,

I see you hugging other girls,

kissing them on their cheeks.

That really rankles me,

because by seeing that,

I feel jealous because for that single moment,

they have my whole world,

in their body and cheeks.

I am trying,

to get over you.

Trying,

To forget everything about you.

Everything,

That makes you who you are..

That makes you, 

the man I still love.

I know,

We are still really good friends but, 

It's really difficult talking to you,

'cause when I talk to you,

I realize,

I love you,

and when I realize I love you,

I remember,

You are never going to be mine again.

The Catcher in the Rye

With a,

lousy childhood.
With some,
occupied parents.
With a,
famous brother.
Here comes,
Holden.
Living on a,
roller coaster ride.
Avoiding confrontations.
The one,
playing the game.
The antisocial,
The outsider,
The one with,
no permanent place to stay.
Here comes,
Holden.
The Pinocho,
The one you will,
never trust.
Here comes,
the one-of-a-kind,
exceptional,
Holden.

Prom by Laurie Halse Anderson

Prom


Book Review by: Ana Carolina Olarte
Genre: Fiction




Most teenage girls care a lot about the prom. It is like their dreaming night. They spend months or years thinking about their dress, their date, their magical night, but Ashley Hannigan, the protagonist of the story, is a teenager that doesn't care about the prom at all.


Ashley, instead of caring about the prom, she cares about getting through her senior year at Caceras High School, her boyfriend TJ (who always appears when ever he wants to), her family of three younger brothers and her mom that is always pregnant, working, and her interminable detentions. Ashley decribes herself as a "normal kid", as the one that will never get to college because of her bad behavior.


Even though Ashley, may sound like a careless person, she cares a lot about her friends who are kind of the opposite of her.
 All of Ashley's friends are obsessed about the prom, but her best friend Natalie, is the most obsessed girl in all Caceras High School. Nat, the president of the prom committee, got shocked when she heard the big news that was that someone had stolen the prom's money. That means that prom had to be cancelled.


Super anti-prom Ashley, came to the rescue by saving the prom in only 11 days. She sold all the tickets necessary to collected all the money she needed to have all the things Nat had planed to have. By being a good friend and helping Nat have her dreamed night, she found out a lot of thing about herself that she never expected.


Lauren made a very good job by writing this INCREDIBLE kind of coming-of-age story. I recommend this book for teenage girls ONLY because you can really connect to this story.  From a rate of 1-10, I will give this book a 10 because you will be so interested and in the book, that you will never want to stop reading it.

My Mother

is a firefighter,
the concrete wall,
the angel that fell from heaven.


My mother is the queen,
the every day laughter,
the best friend.


My mother is the force,
the lion's roar,
the one that 
I always fight with.


My mother is, 
the greenest leave 
in a tree,
just perfect.




My mother is the dog,
the best friend,
the role model,
the one you can always count on. 


My mother is the chief,
thats why when we fight
I always lose.




My mother is a red rose,
full of love.
she never lets a teardrop,
fall from my eye.




My mother is an owl full of knowledge,
all her advices,
are worth it.

My mother is my map,

my boat,

my engine.

Jealous of Them!

    I am very happy to have that my brothers came to visit us this week. I missed their jokes and everything they did, but I hate that since they came, they have all my parent's attention. Now, everything is for them! I had already got used to have my parent's attention everyday at any time, but know it is all for them. I know i am sounding kind of selfish, but It's that I am jealous of them. I understand that my parents hadn't seen them since "long ago" like they say (2 months its not that much), and they miss being with them, but come on, I am here! Remember you have 3 children not only 2! Every time I am talking or telling my parents something, and my brothers come in saying something, my parents just ignore me like if what I was telling them is less important than the stupid thing one of my brothers start telling them. I really hate that because I think I am less important that they are. Every time they come and visit, it is the same thing. I REALLY hate that when they come. HATE IT!

Memoir Monday! Boat

Yesterday, I went to Taboga with my whole family and Mrs. Tuchi's family. The day was great. Perfect sun and perfect climate. The ocean was completely calm until, we were coming back to Panama.  Ana (Mrs. Tuchi's daughter) and me where on the front of the boat. The waves where completely wild. We were having fun up on the front. The boat's driver said that we should come to the back were everybody was sitting. That the waves were getting wilder, and we will get hurt, but we didn't pay attention to him. The boat started jumping as it never had jumped before. The boat's driver said it was imperative to come to the back, but still we didn't pay attention. Jumping, getting wet, hitting our backs and butts very hard, was all we did until we arrived to Panama. We got down of the boat with our backs all red. Our butts hurt like they never have hurt before. Ana and me couldn't even walk. It was very hard to run, and move our backs to the back. Ana and I started saying that next time we get on a boat, we will pay more attention to the driver because he will always be right, and what he is saying is always true. 

I Miss You Merce

You always,
Looked at me different,
You looked at me,
As if I was,
Your daughter.
You thought,
I was my mother when she was little.
You never knew,
Who I really was.
I never knew,
The real Merce.
The one,
That was not in a wheel chair.
The one,
That played cards and games.
The one,
Who could speak.
The one,
Who could think,
In the present,
Not in the past.
I always wished,
I could have had,
really speak to you,
about everything.
I always wished,
You would,
Be someone,
I could have had,
Count on with everything.
Even though,
I really didn't,
Get to know the real Merce,
Just with your presence,
Just with your smiles,
Just with your looks,
You got into my heart.
Now that your not here,
I miss,
All the special looks,
All the special smiles,
I just,
Miss you.

PUM! What happened?

    We were at the bus just starting to drive through Corredor Sur. Everybody was sleeping or concentrated in their Blackberry, Homework, iPod or Nintendo. It was calmed and everybody was enjoying the ride until we heard a PUM!! Ricky (Maria Fernanda's brother) said he thought that the roof was going to fall -.- . The right side of the bus started like jumping, and smoke was going out of the wheel. The bus stopped. Everybody jumped off of their sits laughing, and at the same time scared. (I know it's weird that people laugh when they are scared, but well what can we do about it.) All of us started to look at the windows at the right to see what had happened. It was that the bus wheel was flat. The bus had no air conditioner and we started going again. We were on the right path so, we couldn't go to the left side. (at that time not even one car will let us pass) We went through the right path until we finally got to Atlapa. In Atlapa, Daniel, the bus's driver, started changing the wheel. The sun was shining, and all of us where out of the bus. It was a very hot day, and I had allergy in my face. The sun and the climate didn't help with my allergy, so it got worst. I had to wait like 15 minutes outside while Daniel changed the wheel. We arrived to school at 9:00 am, and I arrived with my face all red.

The Gorgeous Guy

You,
The gorgeous guy,
Why can't I,
Get you out of my mind.

I thought,
I had stopped liking you,
But no,
I still love you.

I know we are miles apart,
But distance means so little,
When someone means so much.

I had already forgot about you,
But Skype,
Skype made my love for you come back.

I know,
Its wrong to love you,
But i just can't tell my mind,
To do something my heart doesn't want to.

I always,
Want to tell you how much I need you,
But i can't continue with this,
I leave here,
You leave there.

I love you,
But I had a hard time forgetting everything about you,
Forgetting every time we spent together.

Forgetting you was not easy,
And now,
I have to do it again.

I hope,
This is the last time I have to pass through this,
because you gorgeous guy,
can not be in my mind.

Surprise Party

Haven't you feel or thought like you can trust anyone or that really good friends are hard to find?
Well, I thought that way, until saturday.

It was the day before my birthday. I was at Patrica's house because my parents were at the beach in a party. Patricia was acting all weird talking a lot by bbm and her phone. First I started suspecting that she was planing a party for me or something, but then I started thinking that maybe she had a party on sunday or next week. She went down like 3 or 4 times. I was thinking like: "what is she doing or something", but I just didn't ask. One of those times she went down, I got on Facebook, and started looking at pictures. I was so consentrated on the pictures that i didn't even noticed when Danelia, Alexa, Tiffany, Patrica, Anna,Juan Diego, Maria Fernanda came in to the room, until they started shouting SURPRISE! I was so happy, impresed and very surprised. We went down to the pool were the actual party was. When we were down, Alejandro, Paulo, Santiago, Veronica, Juliana, Francisco, Laura and Cristina came. We went inside the pool and had lots of fun. Santiago made me laugh a lot when he through himself in the lowest part of the pool, and Paulo made me laugh too when he pulled down Patricia's back. When we got out, we went to Patricia's apartment and Jaime and Brian came. We took pictures and talked a lot. When everybody else had already go, Patrica, Paulo, Veronica and me started talking about thing. Veronica and Paulo went like at 11:30 pm. We had lots of fun, and I don't know how to say Thank you for everything.

After this surprise party, Irealized that really good friends are very easy to find, and I am very lucky to have all of them as friends.

Perfect

You look so beautiful,

Every girl tries to emulate you,

Every single girl.

You’re popular,

And never fail at anything.

All the boys like you,

Every single boy,

They can’t stop looking at you...

You and your perfect hair,

Perfect smile,

Perfect eyes,

Perfect personality,

Perfect life,

Everything in you is just perfect.

You have,

Every ones attention,

Everything I had wished for.

When I am with you,

This little green eyed monster,

Pops into my mind.

Next to you,

I am like air,

Invisible.

Why can’t my life,

Be like yours.

Why can’t I,

Be like you.

My Perfect Boy

1. I confess that when I see Brian, I can't resist hugging him because his perfume smells so good. I hate boys that don't use perfume because when you hug them you don't feel any aroma or sometimes they smell bad. 

2. I hate when boys act like idiots when they are in front or talking to their girlfriends or the girl they like. They think they are acting cool or something like that, but for me, they are acting like jerks. They should just trust themselves and act normally.

3. I prefer boys with their muscular arms than boys with those little thin arms. I just think they look sexier and hotter. 

4. I love boys that treat girls like princesses because we are not their bitches like some boys think.

5. I love boys that make me laugh, but I hate when their so called "jokes" are really insulting.

6. I love boys that are romantic, but I hate when they start to act like kind of corny or something. 

7. I hate boys that intimidate you with a look. They start kind of observing you every where and that really doesn't feel good. 

The reason i wrote this is because I am in love with a guy that for me is the perfect one because he is all i could ask for!

Memoir Monday #2

"Today, we are going to the foundation Ayuda a un Niño en Navidad." our official teacher said.
My class and I had been collecting all kinds of toys, cloths, food etc. to give them to those kids. I started feeling kind of bad because we were giving them used clothed and toys, but when i got their and started giving out the stuff to the little girl i was assign to, she asked me that if all those things were only for her, and i told her that yes, all that toys and cloths were only for her. She started smiling, jumping, and shouting: "THANK YOU, THANK YOU!"

I started playing with her, and she told me it was the first time she had received toys and cloths at the same time, and that it was the best Christmas she had ever had. When she told me that, i started feeling kind of sad and at the same time happy because i had helped that little girl have the best Christmas she have ever had.

That little girl changed my life because before i met her, i actually didn't appreciate what my parents gave me every Christmas, but she taught me i need to be thankful for what i have, and appreciate everything they give me because not everybody is as lucky as you are to have the money and your parents giving you almost everything you want. 

Slice of Life

Today, i went to the caravana (A fair were different countrys that have an embassy establish in Panama, had stands were they sell all food, stuff est. from their country.) with Laura, Isabella, Alexa,Veronica and Liz. We had a great time there. We walked all over the place like a thousand times. We went to every country's stand and looked at what they were selling. While i was passing by Colombia, i saw all the things i used to eat, drink, wear. Immediately, i remembered EVERYTHING about Colombia! I wanted to eat Colombian food, but i decided in Mexican that was really good. (eventhough it was a little spicy)


When i got home, i went on Facebook. I was so bored that i started checking my inbox. All of them were from Colombian people. Some of them were really funny, some were really stupid, and some were just so beautiful that made me cry. One of that inboxes made me think that eventhough i am becoming a Panamenian person (like my Colombian friends say everytime they hear me speak) i will always be Colombian at heart. No matter what happens, that will never change.

Confession Tuesday

1. In 4th grade, when i lived in Colombia, two other friends and me pured water in the teacher's chair and blaimed another girl. (she really hates us)

2. When they told me we were coming to leave to Panama, i cried like for 2 days.

3. I prefer living in Barranquilla than in Panama. (not that i haven't like Panama)

4. When i watch a romantic or sad movie, i cry.

5. The first thing that poped in my mind when i saw the boys in my grade was that Colombian boys are waaaaaaay hotter. Jk they are the same.

6. I am scared of a lot of things like beign alone in a dark room, beign alone in my house est.

7. I love beign sarcastic.

8. I read and text more bbm messages than what i read books and write important stuff in post its.

9. I consider myself a blackberry addicted person.

10. I don't like reading that much. (actually they make me read)

11. I hate hypocrite people.

12. I prefer telling and speaking to my cousins about who i like and boys, than with my mother.

13. I hate when my mom finds out who i like and start talking to me about it. (its uncomfortable to me)

14. I have more things to confess, but i got tired of writing.