Dreams

Everyone has dreams. Day dreams, night dreams, nightmares. But I kind of have one which is not just a dream but an accomplishment. My dream is to become strong, feared and superior to others. But I really don't care because well I'm still a kid and theres a lot more things in life that will happen. I cant do what I want, yet. I cant go where I want, yet. I cant say what I want, yet. That's why I will wait top see what happens in life.

My dad as a kid never really had a dream. When mom grew up she started getting jobs and make business. She was really smart. Dad was busy doing chores for his dad. His dad wanted my dad to be in the military. But until dad's father died he was free and then came my mom which dad was following around all day. My dad wanted to take advantage now that he was free but he sacrificed his own dream for mom. Thats how my dad was back then,

Mother's Day

In Mother's Day my dad woke me up at 10:00 in the morning and my mom was happily eating her breakfast dad made. My dad made a sign to be quiet with his finger and we picked up all the presents for my mom. Starting with the vignette, then the presents we bought from school and finally the 5 or more boxes full of clothes. My mom likes the soft and cozy pajamas. The ones that have the smoothest cloth. She has some but they are pretty old, so she was glad to throw those away and put the new ones. She read my vignette and seems like she was crying. So she liked it. After that I went to play with my playstation for a couple of hours. I put on some decent clothes and nice pants to go to a mother's day party in club union. Tons of people were going to be there so I had to be there. When I got there all the structures were inverted like the stairs were on the left instead of the right which was the last time I went their. Everyone was dressed up elegantly and the man opened the big wooden black door for us to enter. My grandparents were their waiting for a seat.

I sat with them and talked for a while until I got bored and went to get some food for myself. I got rice, chicken and coke. Maybe I exaggerated a bit with the quantity of the food but still I wasn't full. After I ate I went to play some contact football with my cousin and three of his friends. Then came this big kid who was skinny and a small chubby kid. We played and the big one said he was quarterback for the pirates. I guess he tried to scare or piss me off just because my team was beating his. My mom called and it was time to go. Luckily I wasn't dirty. But the bad thing was that when I had to go I had to say goodbye to everyone I knew and I was sweating. But it didn't turn out so bad.

Colombia

My pride and dignity comes from my very own country, Colombia.
Not from those nasty drug dealers the f.a.r.c.

They know nothing more than murder, assassination and discrimination,

There just some useless militia terrorists running around

shooting people down.

We got a natural border with panama preventing exports of drugs

We got em' good Colombian chicks hanging out on the beaches

Colombia

Bogota is where I was born from

Bogota is the capital of Colombia

The sand is as heavy as the traffic

And almost mandatory to drink

Colombia

Life is a joke

Style and fashion is a first priority

We drive cadillacs like never before

All the haters I see

Really not much at all

Dance first thing in the morning

Party all night

Colombia

For those vegetarians this place doesn't welcome you

Our diet is meat

Why do you think we have such tough people

Our delicacy is fruits and meat

Colombia...

Unperfectionism

In the world no one is perfect. I have to admit that I'm really inexperienced and unskilled in the offensive positions in football. Sure their are great players on offense, but sometimes those guys aren't the best in defense. No one is perfect. There are many versatile people who are good in many things but not at everything. They maintain a balanced skill of many things. I am good in defense but not so good in offense. If I would put all my practice and effort on offense then I would forget most of defense. No one is perfect.

Xmas

Christmas is getting closer, and I remember all that happend last year. I didn't get so much presents nor the year before that, I was only 10. I just cant think of what present I can get that I wont get bored of. Most of the times I use my own money and give it to my parents so they can go and buy it. I do chores and get a lot of money. But I'm not rich.



Santa Clause isn't coming this year or any other year for the rest of your life! screamed my dad to my sister. My sister started crying and locked herself up in her room. He was either really angry or he really ment it. And maybe he really did mean it. I heard my dad say something about that someone declined a building contract of $30,000 and lost all that money. It's ok to be mad. And maybe he is right, maybe were all getting to old for this. My mother and sister dont even want to put up a tree. I dont want to. Some christmas spirit grandma said.

Confession Tuesday

Over the past couple of days I've been playing contact football with my friends. I felt faster and more improved. When the runner came to me I felt superior. I felt confident when going up against big guys. But still I hate it when big kids come and play and they are not even invited. They start abusing us. Sure maybe my friends and I do that to even smaller kids. But they are older and more mature and they understand what it is to do that.

Memoir Monday

I was thinking about Thanksgiving. The vegetarian people. How can they eat the turkey without eating meat, well turkey is meat. Do they just eat chicken. Its basically the same thing. I eat both meat and vegetables. What will vegetarian people do? Will they disobey thier food likes? Will they disobey a worldwide holiday? Or will they not just do anything

Suffering practice 10ww

"Ready... go! Ready...go! shouted the administer of the football team. We ran back and forth for about 40 yards each run. Followed by running low around dummies and crawling on the dirt 5 times each person around the dummies. After that we all lined up horizontally on the 105 yard field and ran forward then stopped at the blow of the whistle, but when the whistle blew we stopped and made a 3point stance and stayed still until the next whistle blows. Running back and forth then getting down is a very strenuous work.

After an eternity of toil, I still wasn't going to capitulate from getting stronger and faster. 30 minutes of training and warming your muscles is adequate enough for a day no more than that. I started to agitate because I realized this is all the coaches fault. Stupid old man and stupid bald guy, their not even the head coaches, they're just the outcast.

Suddenly the practice was disrupted by a truck with two men on the back that threw smoke out of the car so most people thought it was a smoke grenade but I knew it was smoke to kill the newborn mosquito eggs that just hatched from the rain. Most of those bugs just ate citruses and other plants. My indifferent response to the disturbance made me not look at it. Actually all I saw was the illiterate misspelled writing on the top of the truck.

After too much excessive action I started to have that asma attack again. I thought that this problem would be permanent for life. At least I had my time of respite. But when I tried to breathe it sounded like a whistle and I felt my lungs were wrapped and I was going to die. The urgency of my problem called for the super inhaler. Some 8 year old kids who accepted menial work from the coach knew what to do because my mom embarrased me and told the whole team about my problem. I got the inhaler and made my puff. I still wasn't feeling better. I fainted for about a minute and thought that I was going to end up in a hovel because my mom wasted too much money on me. But luckily that was just a dream.