Journal Entry #2 : A quick get away

Hey guys, Luis here. I love the beach, its a quick get away from the dull city. When I was little that was all I did: go to the beach. My parents called me water baby; I learned to swim when I was four, and was jumping off the big diving board at Clayton pool at the age of 5. So you can say I've been around water all my life. Water, like that of Dono's beach house.

We got there this morning, and left late this afternoon. My brother and I spent most of our time playing with the buggie boards out on the beach. But other than that we stuck around by the pool. Dono was out doing stuff but that didn't matter we still had fun.

Man, I wish we had a beach house. I know people always want more and more but, seriously. I wouldn't care if that's the last gift I ever got. I'd rather have that than the boat. I hope he knows hows lucky he is.

Journal Entry #1 : Christmas break

Hey guys, Luis here. So far I've been having a pretty sweet Christmas break, even though I'm not traveling anywhere. Last week I went to Juan's house with some friends. It was pretty cool, we hung out, went to the pool, met some females. One was pretty but she was serious airhead: trying to hard to impress us. In the end it didn't even matter. No looks can make up for her attitude.

Anyway, other than that its been go,go,go everyday. My cousin's been tagging along almost everyday. He's a real cool guy: basically my brother. He grew up at my house along with my brother and I. And this break has been no different. Things are just getting better and better.

Overlook

Putting down others, to feel better about yourself is just pathetic. Im tired of hearing the same old crap about me in the hallways, classroom, everywhere. If you have a problem with me show some sack and tell it to my face, seriously. Its pretty hard to make me angry, but guess what ding, ding, ding, ding! We have a winner!

I'm not afraid of anyone I've met. So please you know who you are. And I dare you, say it one more time. If you really feel that bad about yourself, then go ahead. And making up that lie, to use against me. Was just plain stupid, and a great way to piss me off. You really know how to get on my nerves, and I'm getting tired of it.

I'm generally a nice guy, but people confuse that with being weak. I assure you, I'm not and you know it. Because although I'm hard to make mad. When I am mad, you don't want to be near me. And if you do, your one crazy mother.

And just to give you a little hint, this is the last time I give you lunch or anything. I tend to forget the bad stuff about people, and forgive to often. Well, this is the last time I overlook anything you do. Oh, and for once, I'm not sorry.

Diggin Deep

As I sat on the hard, uncomfortable chair. With Mrs. Brown looming over me ; checking for at least a scribble on my blank piece of paper. I realized how hard it is to dig deep, and put my thoughts down on paper. Its hard to express my self in such a way that the words collide: creating flashes of colors and emotions in the reader's mind.
Specially when the assignments are on demand. It just makes it harder to work, knowing that in five minutes or two your time is up. That there will be no more frustrating seconds, trying to make up catchy phrases. No more time spent, searching your mind for some sort of inspiration. The bell rings and just like that your done: no buts, no excuses.
Another thing that tends to slow me down, is that fact that I'm easy to distract. Anything big or small, can drag me off the subject. With all the thoughts echoing through my head, its hard to stay on one topic: At least for me.

Just for kicks

Today was supposed to be a normal day: supposed to be. At the start of science everything was going fine, until Mauricio showed up. He walked into the room as if he owned the place. Finally sitting down, with a grin from ear to ear. Mauricio was in the house!
First he started making derogatory comments about the teachers obesity. Which I didn't mind since I sort of started it. Anyway, his behavior started to escalate on to the point were it just got plain wrong. And what made it worse was the fact that I was sitting right next to him.
It all happened so fast, he started yelling the most random things. And acting like a raging homosexual, just to impress people. I laughed so I wouldn't hurt his feelings (I was also hoping that would stop him from making another lame joke).
Apparently his whole act was just to make fun of somebody. Who hadn't even done anything to him but treat him nicely. And yet, he was still up there making a fool of himself for the amusement of other people. Great guy though.
I think that he is regularly a nice guy. I just don't know what got into him. Whether puberty or peer pressure something got into him. I don't think he noticed the extension of his actions. I hope I wasn't the only one who did.

Mommy

Mother's day is a time to spend with your family. To express your love to your mother. To bury her with gifts, poems, and warmth. Its that special to day to that special someone. The special someone who you were a part of . And someone who waited for you, nine whole months. Today is her day, and you must show it.
Funny though, I never thought that the only thing she would ask me to do for her. Is to please someone else. I never imagined I would spend almost my entire day apart from the person I loved the most.
I never thought i'd end up off to my cousin's house instead of at home with her. And I never had the slightest idea that I would end up at the pool with Dexter and my brother's friends. My mom is probably the most selfless person I know. And I want to use this opportunity not to talk about my self. But the mom who gave up her one special day. Not only to me, but all my family who showed up at our house that evening. Looking for a fun way to spend mother's day.
By sending me off to all those places, and by placing me apart from her. She made her day real special, for me. Which makes me feel guilty for all the fun I had and all work she was forced to do. She is truly the best mom in the world. And I will show her how I feel about her today and everyday. For my mom is probably the most selfless person I know.

Out for a Visit

This afternoon, alot of my relatives gathered at my house. I should've been happy, but it was the most painful visit I had ever gotten.
My uncle and my grandma also came. My uncle wasn't doing so well; I'm not sure why. Yet, everyone else was having fun.But seeing him sitting alone, not speaking to anyone. That just broke my heart. It hurt more than anything else. He was the man I grew up with. He was the man I grew to admire. My favorite uncle since birth wasn't doing so well and everyone knew it. But know one did anything about it. My parents won't even tell me whats the matter with him.
Punch me any day before you hurt me or my uncle emotionally like this. And now that its over, I wish I knew why. I wish I could've done something, I know he would have.
This is the type of pain that I hate the most. It burns more than the swelling after an alerggy attack. It creeps up from behind then bites your leg and wont let go. It won't let go. No matter what I do, it has the tightest grasp on me. On both of us.

Fights

Personally I think fights are stupid, but don't get me wrong I'm not some Gandhi type guy. I have been in fights before, I ain't too bad either. But its just stupid that two or more people have to resort to their caveman instinct just to make a point. And to tell you the truth, no one gives a crap. Most of the time its about something stupid. Ranging from a girl, to soccer teams.
Two guys clogging the snot out of each other. Either for an honorable cause, or what you ate for breakfast. Fighting never solves anything, two wrongs dont make a right.
Even in wars, everyone else seems to think that two negatives make a positive. Life is not math, I dont care how smart those scientist are. Theres more to it.
Perfect example fighting the arabs. The thing is no one seems to intimidate them, they are scrappers. They don't care how tough you are they will sweep the floor with you. Just like I don't care who wins that fight. So far I dont care about any fight, any physical fight.

The reason I am who I am

At seven years of age, I was as spoiled as could get. I was a hardcore Mama's boy, getting everything I wanted: all the attention, gifts, and love. My parents would give me the stars and the moon. I just never took the time to notice.
I have changed a lot since then. A complete 360 if you ask me. But I couldn't have done it without the help of one special person.
He came on a March 29 kicking and screaming. His eyes were closed but his intentions were great. Because on March 29, 2003 I finally got some decent competition. Not to mention everyday after that.
Now he's off on parties and play dates almost everyday. He is more of a party boy than me actually-its just not my scene-. But as some parents say that they learn more from their children than from anyone else. I too learned alot from my brother. He is probably the biggest reason I am who I am today. He even got me, into my first fight. Any way, He has matured me in many ways, and through him I have gained much joy and laughter. But thats what kids are about isnt it.

This is my home

The humid air that keeps you warm
The lonely tree swaying forth
This, is my home

The blistering sun lighting all
The rain descending at a seconds call
This, is my home

The soothing sound of waves crashing
The stunning sight of gorgeous mountains
This, is my home

the spicy women that catch my eye
the actractive foods which all savor
This, is my home

The welcoming canal,
The gem that we value
This, is Panama

My Warm Love

My one writing inspiration does not come from a book or movie. It does not emerge from the shadows as catchy song. Really, the one thing that impels me to write. Is the one thing I care for the most in this world. When pencil is in hand, and I'm putting my thoughts down on that blank piece of paper.One thing comes to mind.
Although, my inspiration not only drives me to write. It is the reason I am who I am. That reason moves me, to become a better man. And when I get there, and I am at the peak of the mountain. If there is one, I will look back and thank them. for they are my heart and soul.
My family is portable treasure I keep with me all the time. They have left there mark not only in my mind, but in my heart. They are my blood, and I love them no matter what. And if there is one thing that keeps me writing, it is them. My warm love

Dear Brian,
You grow more each and everyday. Even if it’s excruciating see. But although our days apart seem interminable, I will always be in your heart, and its imperative that you know that. And I’ll always be here to offer you sage advice. Because bro, you evoke the true man in me.
Even though the abrasion of our once profound bond is a gruesome sight. I know you wont succumb to the despicable lies or insults our family and friends have to say about me. God, the painful thought reverberates throughout my head. However I know I probably deserve most of them. I also know, that after the lies pervade, you will be the only one to know the real me.
You have instilled me the wisdom to be resilient as well as affable. And they have both come in handy in many situations. You impel me to right my wrongs. And to spring back from being a recluse.
I am avid to see you. That is, when I get out of jail of course. They have me trapped here like a confiscated piece of gum in a teacher’s pocket, and it’s really demeaning. But I will always love you; you are my heart and soul. And you are the sole meaning to a torn up man’s life.
Love,
Luis