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.