Missy and Puca

Missy and Puca

                Your probably wondering what is Missy and Puca? Well they are both my favorite dogs in this whole entire world! My family and I went to a PetSmart one day because we were looking for a bunny, but everything changed when my dad saw this cute black ball of fur in the corner of a wall. This cute black ball of fur was so happy that everybody loved her instantly. We named her Missy, she is a Toy Poodle. Our other dog is Puca; she is a Teacup Yorkshire, very very tiny and incredibly adorable. We got her in Uruguay from my best friend Alejandro Martinez. Alejandro and I became great friends when our family lived in Uruguay.

                Missy is very obedient. I don’t like to think why she is so obedient, but I believe my father smacked her around a lot when she was young. My dad and I taught her with a lot of patience how to sit. They didn’t smack her around for this. They smacked her around when she would pee or poo inside the house. It took our family around 6 months to finally get her to sit, pee and poo where she was supposed to and obey my father’s orders. We really do take good care of her and she seems to be a really happy pet. She is 12 years old and it is obvious how she still has a lot of energy and quality of life.

                Puca is only 3 years old. At a young age Puca had many difficulties, when she was only a couple months old she could barely open her eyes or walk. Sadly her brothers and sisters died a couple weeks later. Puca was the only survivor, thank God she did. Puca’s obedience isn’t as good as Missy’s. Puca likes to poo and pee all over the house and we haven’t had much time to teach her anything. In addition, she is too small too to be smack around, so if she did something bad we couldn’t discipline her in that way. Over all, I wouldn’t trade them for anything in the world because I love them very deeply, with all my heart. GODS SPEED! Merry Christmas.    

My Secret Crushes?

My secret crushes?

                There is this beautiful girl that I find to be very attractive. I see her in my English classroom almost every morning. She’s my sunshine; she wakes me up every morning, with her beautiful smile. I don’t know why it is so hard for us teen to say how we feel. I think I am better expressing my feeling when I write. But still, I can’t say her name. I don’t know if it’s because I’m scared of being rejected or it is because I’m scared that something could really happen. In the end I enjoy feeling this way.

                She is smart, pretty, attractive, loving, intelligent, hardworking, friendly, gorgeous, sexy, authentic, spontaneous, sporty, organized, seductive, cool, outgoing, crazy and sweet like candy. I can say that I admire her sense of responsibility because she always gets her school work done on time. I like her style of dressing, I see it as original.  She is very athletic; I like how she swims in P.E. I also like when she laughs, it seems she’s having always a good time. I enjoy when she dances, she seems to be having a great time and it almost feels like she dances when nobody is looking. She is always happy. I like it how she is an international student and know many languages.

                By the way ladies, I love more than one of you all. For me, all women are pretty. I have learned how to pay attention and highlight the strength of each one of you and at the same time forget your flaws.

Sincerely,

Papito mi rey. 

New Home in Caracas, Venezuela

New Home in Caracas, Venezuela

                Two weeks ago we arrived to our new apartment in Caracas, Venezuela. It’s located in las Lomas de los Campitos. When our family moved to Caracas the real estate agents from my parent’s jobs moved us in a little apartment in La Alameda. That apartment was only a temporary one while they found us a better one. When I went through the gate of the building I saw the beautiful view of the Avila Mountain. This building is located at the top of a hill. It has an incredible view.

                As I entered the lobby I noticed a beautiful painting of a naked woman. The floor is made of marble and it is so shiny that I can see the reflection of my face. There is wood around the corner of the walls which gives it a poetic touch. I felt like in a hotel because there was music in the elevator. Once the elevator opened and I saw the huge living room of my new apartment I felt so delighted that I kissed my dog in the mouth!

                Our new apartment is probably three times bigger than our last one and in perfect conditions. Suddenly my mom pulls me by the arm and takes me to the kitchen which is probably as big as the living room in our last apartment and then takes me to my room. I was so emotionally struck that I wanted to cry. I had never had a walk-in closet or an individual bathroom. My parents also had put up my Christmas present for me in my room, a 25 in. LCD Sony television connected to my X-Box 360 and computer.  I gave my parents a big hug and said thank you for this awesome present! I ran all over the house and jumped in my parent’s bed because I was so happy!

                For the last weeks we haven’t had a maid and I’ve been helping my parents with the house chores and I feel awesome! 

My First Kiss

My First Kiss

                Reader’s discretion advised.

I was living in Alexandria, Virginia studying as a new student in the seventh grade. It was March, the middle of the school year. I remember like it was yesterday. It was the 17^th of March on a chilly afternoon. Her name is Paola. We rode the bus together. That day I was with my friend Sam, we were walking home together with Paola.

                As we were walking Sam mother passes by and pick him up to take him to a doctor’s appointment.  From then on Lindsey and I were alone walking side by side. We were chatting about who we liked or thought was pretty in our grade. Then we both mentioned our names. Actually she said that she thought I was cute and then I said I thought she was cute. I wasn’t expecting anything like this would happen. When we arrived to the bus stop I took out some candy. I remember they were fruits snack and I put one in my mouth. Then asked if she wanted one? I was doing this like a joke. It wasn’t for real. But the joke was that if she wanted one she would have to grab it with her mouth from my mouth. I honestly and truly wasn’t thinking she would do it.

                She said: “You are dirty boy” and she came up to me and we shared the candy. I’m almost positive that it wasn’t her first kiss but I had a great time! I will always remember her and stay in contact with such and interesting girl. 

Shattered Arm

Shattered Arm

                I was in P.E. class practicing volleyball. It was in 7^th grade and our teacher had gone to the rest room for a while. It’s hard to believe but I was a lot more immature and menace in those days. When the teacher had left the class it was an excellent opportunity for goofing off. I thought it would be a great idea and we would have a lot of fun laughing if I grabbed the volleyball with my hands, sneaked up behind my friend Matias and kicked the volleyball with all my might in his bottom.

                Things didn’t turn out how I expected them to. My aim was totally off and accidently hit his arm. I had kicked the ball so hard that the impact actually broke Matias’ arm. At first I thought he was joking because how could volleyball break someone’s arm? But as soon as I realized he was really crying and everyone in the class came up to him to check if he was alright I realized what a bad decision I had taken.  I felt really bad because when he was in pain and though he was joking I was making fun of him.

I learned many lessons that day. One of the most important ones was that I’m not supposed to mess around in class. Even though I learned this I don’t know why I still keep messing around in class. I obviously reduced the amount of immaturities I do in classes and also their intensity. I got really scared and will probably never do something like that ever again.