Chocolate

I absolutely love, no wait, adore, almost there,
I have a chocolate obsession. And most of the time I do, eat chocolate in public, I make a fool out of myself.

Don't believe me... I guaranty you will believe me by the end.

1. Girl Scouts meeting with leaders from Mexico... We had to be primp and proper to leave a good impression. And my weakness was spotted at the first glance- A chocolate fountain. Why? Why? Why? But I had to hold my excitement. I tip toe over to it and grab a tooth pick stab a strawberry with it, next I dipped it in the lusciously Auburn chocolate, popped it in my mouth. I had to have more 1,2,3,4,5...8,9,...11,15 and I do not want to continue lets just say until the Rooso Corsa berries ended. Whoops.

2. In Switzerland chocolate capital of the world... or so for me . Alone, No parents to tell you when to stop devouring the bomboms and bars. My grandmother left to the grocery store and my aunt and uncle were at work. Yes I was alone to enjoy... I ran down the carpeted stairs-fell down the last couple, but was able to stand up. My aunt gifted me so much chocolate I almost fainted when I saw the lot. And in 2 days I repeat 2 days I finished over 7 bars- at least 1 foot long. 5 packets of coconut covered bom boms and wanted more. And when I finished eating it I went to go walk the dog. I came back and I couldn't sleep it was embabrracing because my grandmother came to check on me and I was jumping on the bed with wrappers all over the room.

That is all I will confess about my chocolate obsession...Today.

I swim...

because it's a wonderful world underwater
though there are no angelfish
only cholrine dumped in gallons
they burn your eyes
only if you don't wear goggles
I have tons but never wear them
I dont want to be trapped behind a clear glass
that fogs up every two seconds
I loose them
I dont finish homework
my eyes hurt
But I still swim
For ever I will hold my breath

My friends come
I ignore them
They play Marco Polo
I relax and enjoy it's beauty

The drops of water falling off my hair
Drip...
Drip...
Drip...
I close my eyes to block the sunset
and for ever hold my breath

i didnt deserve

Clad in my freshly washed blanket, I was awoken with a knock on my door. I looked at the clock on my side table, 3:45 A.M… I couldn’t believe it-My head was electrified with fury. I put on my slippers and rushed to get the door. In front of me were two men, one looking at a piece of paper which he gingerly transferred to the other hand; I could surmise they were both police men. Right when he saw me, he stretched his neck and cleared his throat.

He tried to speak…but the grimace on my face turned his words upside down. He scanned me with his eyes and found the abrasion I got when I fell off the horse; I covered it with my sleeve. I let them come in and they sat down on the chair right beside the table I brought my chair in a cursory and laid it on the rug, I sat on it. They questioned me about such gruesome acts. How could somebody do that? … What had I done? What had I done to deserve this?

I am no crook, I can’t kill a fly, but they asked so many questions my hands started to sweat my body felt dehydrated. They asked me questions… What had I done? What had I done to deserve this?

They blamed me for killing the poor old man with the vulture’s eye. They tried to endeavor the words out of my lips. I denied and denied but they insisted it was me. But I knew who it was; the rotten young man next door smoked cigarettes and left them on my lawn. He said he will pick it up but if my horse eats it…my husband would kill me. So it was all up to me to pick it up.

But they still doubted me. I told them they were wrong but they said they will come back and check again. I let them do an inventory around the house- which apparently they didn't find anything, but they couldn't corroborate their statement.

Beacuse
They had no proof, they had no proof, they had no proof.
They had no proof… they had no proof…they had no proof.

Jinx by Meg Cabot

Meg Cabot's book Jinx is a beutiful thriller that left me breathless. The protagonist is Jean (Jinx) Honeychurch is a sixteen-year-old girl from Iowa who moved with her aunt and uncle to New York. In New York she meets her cousin Tory, who has completely changed since Jean and Tory last met. Jean thinks she has the worst luck in the world as if she is "Jinxed." Tory's backwards and unusual personality makes Jean's point of view change, and she meets new people, Including Zack a boy who she has a crush on but is older too her. But once Jean gets into an accident her whole life twists as Tory tells her something she should have known the first day she stepped on to Earth. Next to Jean lets just say that everybody has "bad luck."


Jinx an enchanting book definitely has satisfied my expectations. Since I picked it up I haven't found myself a moment without it. I have read other books by Meg Cabot but this one tops the list. Jean Honeychurch thinks she has the worst luck ever-and I thought that about her too. But as she overcomes every obstacle in her way I notice that she is different.While reading Jinx I have been on a great journey with Jean. A wondeful journey to say, a look from her eyes and a walk from her shoes is absolutely worth remembering.

My fault

A breath, tear, hug, and kiss…a yell, scream, gasp, and a broken heart waiting to be sown together with a “sorry” and an “I love you.”

Where is the good thing? Where is the end of the ribbon? Where is the beginning of a circle? Of being an only child and having no one to talk to when my parents fight…

It’s all my fault and no one else’s. It’s my fault that the thunder strikes right beside us…my fault that the A.C doesn’t work…and my fault that the sun sets too early.

That’s not what my parents think, my mom says it’s my dad and my dad says it’s my mom, but on the inside it is mine, they won’t admit it but only blame each other. And I ask again

Where is the good thing? Where is the end of the ribbon? Where is the beginning of a circle? In fighting over and over again…

Summer days

Every single summer day I’d do the same thing- except for when I went to Texas which was at the end.

•Wake up
•Blackberry rings (it says good morning sleepy head)
•Answer back
•Go make breakfast-brunch
•Eat brunch
•Get ready to swim
•Continue chatting
And chat, chat, chat

The funny part is that I was always chatting with the same person-Javier. At first I always thought that I’d hate him and I only talked to him for school projects and occasions of complete boredom. But I even forgot who started the conversation…It was awkward at first but then after a while we could trust each other with secrets and thoughts.

Every single day you learn something new not only in general but also about people… That whole summer vacation I learnt that you shouldn’t judge a book by the cover and some people aren’t who they seen they are. Search beyond the obvious.

what i want to be this year

I sit on the bed orange sheets and blue pillows lurking on the side of the lazy mattress. The clothes on the chair, shirts on one handle and shorts on the other. Moms furiously red with anger. Mumbles to pick it up but my mind is gone far away. She rushes out the door wearing the topaz earrings that one I had too but are now lost in between the lines. My maid comes walking slowly because she knows the huge mess she will find.

Ideas hide behind the piles of homework…Of unwritten reports, unmade notes, and unread books. The recent ideas hang around but the rest run away, the keyboard untouched its screen dusty. The typed words wait alone to be completed, to have a tale behind the story.

The dusty books with bookmark 10 pages marked. Its post it’s sticking out trying to grab a breath, a gasp, a last word. The books piled up in a huge tower of tomorrow. I run my finger down the spine scrambling the author’s names a week ago, a month ago, and the waiting to be read and admired.

This year I want to be more responsible, finish the book I was writing and read more.