This Bird Has Left The Nest

He woke up

one morning.

He looked to the sun,

raising up to top.

He lifts his head,

I still sleep.

He stands

and opens his wings.

The feathers shake

as the wind blows

and one of his feathers

touches my face.

Soft and sweet,

the feather

brushes on my face.

Slowly,

my eyes open.

He stands high

and tall.

His wings,

wide open.

One leep

and he leaves.

He flies,

high in the sky.

I stand,

watch,

as he leaves

to a new future.

He left,

hes gone.

Yes,

my borther,

has left the nest.

Spamming=Not Fun

Spam is the abuse of electronic messaging systems (including most broadcast media, digital delivery systems) to send unsolicited bulk messages indiscriminately. (Real definition.)

Spamming, everybody does it to piss people off. Mostly used in Messenger, Skype or Facebook.
The thing I abhor the most! People use it all the time when there is nothing to do and they also seem to be recluse. Then you feel despondent and think if you should talk to that person again.

You are sitting down doing homework in your computer and you connect to Skype. You open a Microsoft Word page to start your work. You are really concentrated and you try to make the best so that you get a good graded. When you’re about to finish the last sentence of your work, *beep* *beep* *beep* *beep* *beep* *beep*. An interminable paragraph of smiley faces or a cups of beer or a lot of pizzas sent from a friend, outraging you and you thought it was something really important, You just write “why are you doing this?” and they just answer “Nm(Notmuch) I’m just bored.”

Isn’t it easier to just say "hi" to someone instead to entreat your attention to them or annoy you with weird images or links to the homework page? Isn’t it better to just say "what’s up" than just wasting your time making an irascible paragraph of stupid things. At first, you may thing it was just your friend's affability, but then it just reverberates again and again. Then it will haunt you until the person decides to stop.

Ok, now tell me or not if the reason for spamming is stupid. After I got spammed by someone without knowing, I just ask “why do you spam?” and the person just answers,

Just. For. Fun

When you read that, you just are impelled to just write that he or she should never do that because you don't like it in caps, but your tremulous fingers don't want to move because you think that writing that would be to mean.

Ok, it is not fun, it’s just annoying, and there is no point of spamming people. Read a book,
Watch TV, go outside and run. Do something more entertaining than that. I don't want you to amiss this. I just want you to think, why do people think that spamming is fun?

Confession List

1. When you guys see me in school, you might think, “Wow, Caterina, why did you just do that in front of him or her,” or “Caterina, sing my part, I can’t do it!” or even “Caterina will do it; she is not shy at all!” Well my friends, you people are wrong! I am the shyest person alive. I can’t even ask for a cup of water in a restaurant, or call my friends for homework because I’m afraid their parents will answer the phone.

2. I LOVE to bug two specific people in Skype (not giving names). I bug them 24/7, but even though the people don’t write back, I still write stuff to annoy them like spamming them with their nicknames or initials. It has become my hobby.

3. When I have an apple in my hand and I eat it, I also eat the core of the apple. I know you may thing is disgusting, but there is no such thing as an apple tree growing in your stomach.

4. I almost never pay attention to my mom. I always take my iPod with me when I have to go to the salon and there is always traffic at that street. As always, cars always get in the middle of your way and that aggravates my mother. When she reaches a point in which she gets really angry, she starts scream. So I put on my headphones and don’t listen.

5. I hate Fred so much! It’s a guy that always gets on my nerves with his stupid videos. I just don’t see the point of talking with a squeaky voice and run around like a psycho maniac. Yes, he does get paid to make those videos, but even though I watch Fred fifty times, it still doesn’t make me laugh at all.

Never Ruin a Kids´Imagination

Imagination, something that all kids do when they´re bored or when they want to play alone. So this summer, my little cousin, Yoselin, would always be running around scream always the same lines of her favorite show, “Winx Club.”
After two weeks of being in Italy, my uncle decided to have a barbeque at their backyard as a welcome party for us. That day didn´t come out well as I thought it would be…

It was a Saturday afternoon (perfect day for a barbeque because all shops, and malls are closed, except the grocery shops), my mom, brother and I arrive to my uncle’s house at around 2: 15. We could smell the steak burning with the fire and the veggies cooked in the oven. All I knew was that I was famished to eat whatever was on the barbeque. My mouth watered just by thinking of it.
As I walk inside the house, my nose lifted up and searched for the appetizing smell without greeting my aunt and uncle. I close my eyes and inhale deeply the scent of the big pork chop laying there as if it was taking a tan.
As I got closer to the barbeque, I heard this loud noise that sounded like a hyena running around, and guess who it was?
Yes, it was my little, loud-laugher cousin pretending to be Bloom from “Winx Club”. Oh, those annoying words always crawling up my ear even when I’m miles away from her:
“Winx transformation whoosh!” “Force of the red dragon!” “Whoosh, whoosh, die you stinky poop!” “You will never beet the power of the Winxs!” “Yeah, The Winxs rule!”
Oh my god, I preferred to bury my face on the charcoal than listening every minute the same thing again and again!
After thirty minutes of listening about a stupid fairy beating up grass or anything my cousin would find, I walked to her and sat down. Slowly, I spoke clearly so that she could understand me.
“Ok, Yoselin, THE WINX DO NOT EXIST OK!!!!! YOU WILL NEVER BE A FAIRY!!!!” I stood up again sat down. I turned around and I saw my cousin with her watery eyes. She sniffed a couple of times, and I begged for her not to cry, but it was too late. She shrieked, cried, sobbed, and ran to my aunt.
After that day, I realized that ruining kids imaginations can lead to thinks more annoying than that.

The Sheep That Nobody Want, Nobody Needs

I am a black sheep

that nobody wants,

nobody needs.

The white sheep,

like them I want to be.

Their wan, willing, wild coat,

their coquette, craving legs,

and when they walk,

to eat the grass,

Gingerly,

Male sheep notice,

but when I get close,

they grimace.

When I smile,

they run away.

I move

to a corner of the field,

where nobody will see me,

where I can cry alone.

tears run down my rough,

black night skin.

I don't bite,

I don't chew,

I just cry,

until my eyes become swollen.

Everyday,

I wonder,

Where do I belong?

Panic Is Not the Answer

It was a sunny day, I remember I was in my mom's room listening to music while reading a magazine.

In summer, Italy is really hot and because it's Saturday, no one goes out in the afternoon. There is actually nothing to do, there are no stores opened at this time. My eyes started to close as I tried to flip the page, but the magazine fell on my face and the last thing I saw was darkness.

After one hour of sleep, my eyes start to open because of the sun's light rays hitting my eyes. My eyes swing open slowly as I used my arms to cover the sunlight. I decided to go down to my grandfather's garden. I stood up and sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed my eyes with the back of my hand and yawned a couple of times. I walked to the door with my eyes half opened and yawned again. I put my hand on the door knob and turned it a couple of times and for some reason the door knob would not pivot. I turned it again and again but it did not opened until I heard a cracking noise. I did not mind it at all and turned the knob again, but then, it broke.

I tried to put it again but it didn't work. I started to panic and I started to cry a lot. In a cursory manner, I tried to put the knob on its place, but as I did, I noticed that the other knob from the other side of the door broke too. My eyes opened widely and panicked even more. I cried and screamed for my mom again and again. I cried and cried even louder but no one heard me.

After 20 minutes of screaming and banging the door, my mom opened the door somehow but I didn't know how. She looked at me with a questioning face and I just ran into her arms. The only thing my mom did was laugh, but I kept on crying.

After that day, I realized that you shouldn't panic because it would only make things even worse.

Pre-Kinder Chaos

Today, I will confess something (and believe it or not, it was hard for me to write this), I did hate my pre-kinder year in Haiti. I started when I was 5 and it was a really sunny day, and I was ready for pre-kinder, but when we arrived to the school, things changed.

"CATY, stop it and please let go!!" My mom was struggling to leave me in the class. I kept on pulling from her dress and cried so much, even the classroom shacked from the noise. My mom started to get really mad with me.

"Caty, please just let go. Don't worry, mom will come and pick you really soon." As a little kid I was, I believed her in which was a big mistake for my mom to lie to me. She stood out side the class room so that at least I wouldn't cry and i would look around to see if she was there. Bit by bit she kept on leaving. After one moment I got really distracted and my mom ran and left me alone. When I turned and saw that mom was gone, I started to cry and it seemed like everything was shaking.

In the end, I kept on crying for two weeks and I never enjoyed my pre-kinder because of my principle that would always get annoyed by me every time I cried. So when Everybody say that they would like to go back to pre-kinder, I prefer to go back to kindergarden.

I Go to Music Class

because it's like

going to the mall

with friends.

The ones that smile

and do what comes to our mind.

My world, my life.

I go to music class

because it's like school.

A textbook

where we learn things

and keep it

with us

for the rest

of our lives.

My world, my life.

I go to music class

because it's like my house.

Where you're welcome.

No one puts you down

and there are no frowns found.

My world, my life

I went to music class today

because I saw him.

He smiled at me,

He spoke to me today.

But I don't go

to music class because

of him,

I go because,

I LOVE music.

Last Breath, Last Heart Beat

It's dark, silent, too silent. I know it – I'm not alone. I feel his presence, but it's to dark, I can't see. I just woke up – the night is gruesome . I'm nervous, scared – I just can't sleep. I sit for an hour on my bed, moving my head, gingerly with a grimace on my face, searching for someone or something around me. My surmise is that there is no one else here. I endeavor to sleep-- I try to think about happy thing, but it's not working.
There is nothing, at least that's what my eyes see. There are no windows opened, but it's still cold. I succumb to the fatigue of being awake. I want to sleep, but again, the horror began to clad my body.

Night after night, someone comes to my house, to my room. Is it my friend, the one that lives next to me? No,no,no – it cannot be him. He's my friend, why you he do this to me? I turn and turn in my bed, and the harsh mattress has done abrasion on my back causing me irritation and desperation.

My dehydrated throat asks for water– NO! I'm not getting up! Wait... what is that? I grab the blanket and pull it near me. A shadow appeared next to the door. I was electrified.

"Who's there?" I squinted my vision, and yes, there is someone -- What does he want? I made an inventory in my mind of who could it be. He's getting closer, and closer, and closer and...AHHHHH!!!!!

Only one shriek. I fight, I push, I do what I can to save my life. I don't want to die! I rebuff him, but the bed flips and covers my body. I can´t breath, I struggle and for one moment, I simulated that I am dead, but he keeps on pressing his body on the mattress. I feel the last drop of my life leaving my body. Even though I'm dead, I can see my killer hiding my body in a cursory manner because someone is knocking on the door. He touches my hand, corroborating my dead. My killer feels no regret, on the contrary, my death derived great satisfaction to him. I would like to scream 'I'm dead, I'm stoned dead!'

I'm Awsome When I'm Myself

"Come on! Cover up everywhere." I screamed all the way from the goal. It was a girls against girls.
" Come on girls, we can do it!" I bent my knees and the ball started to move from player to player. My team had the girls that don't like to play soccer, so it was me and two players in my team.
"Girls, its just a ball!" Obviously, these girls looked at me, or should should I say glared at me. I just didn't mind.
In the end we lost 1-0. It was a really hot day and I was really tired. the girls walked to the changing room. I stood behind these two girls and they were speaking in a loud tone.
" Man, this was so boring! You know what was worse, Caterina was so aggressive, can't she be less annoying?" They didn't notice I was behind them and I felt kind of bad.
When I got home, I went to my mom's room where she was working- as usual- on a big desk next to the wall. I sat on the big bed she had and sighed.
" Mom, do you think I'm aggressive?" She looked at me and giggled. She stood up and sat next to me.
"Where did you hear that?" I looked at her back," These girls in my class say I'm to aggressive and I don't like that. I want to change, I want to be nice to them, not mean!" I hugged my knees and covered my face. My mom my hair and rested her head on mine.
" Honey, you don't have to change, you are just really competitive . That's all." I looked at her and she smiles at me.
" You are special that way." After that day, I realized that you shouldn't change into something you are not because you are special that way.

I Don't Care

"I don't care." I looked at my brother with a serious face. He just shrugged and looked to my mother.
"Micky, leave your sister alone. If she likes these ridiculous Japanese cartoons, then leave her alone." I glared at my mother and she leaves the poster on my bed and walks away from my room.
"When are they going to stop bothering me?" I sat on my bed as I grabbed a piece of tape to tape my poster on the wall. I sighed and backed off a bit to see my poster.
"Bleach." I moved my head back and forth and liked how it was.

I am going to confess that I really like anime and reading mangas too. I actually don't care what people say or what they think, everybody has their own opinion, and what ever it is, I only care of what I think.
'Oh those things are going to drain your brain!' or 'What are they going to do for your life?' I just don't care. It's the same as all the girls going crazy for Justin Bieber. I don't like him, but I bet all those 100 million girls out there don't care at all.
Anime is something I love to see and it always make me laugh. It's what i do when I'm bored.
I am going to confess that I like anime...I'm a fan.

Been a Mouse

Men are like mice,
smart and sneaky.
Trying to get to the cheese,
just like George and Lennie.
That small
piece of land,
their only way out.
Where they
can be happy,
where Lennie
can pet
all those animals,
but it is hard
when you have
a cat right outside
where that piece
of cheese is.
Both
Curley and his wife.
Also smart,
and have the power
to find those mice
and eat them up.
Mice can be smarter,
or they can be
an easy bate.
Be careful,
George,
Lennie.

Trying to be Part of It

When you always move to a new school or place, you always want to be seen like a non-weird person. A person that thinks the same way and always will have the same opinion and acts the same way as the other people.
I remembered that day very well. It was my first day of class and everybody was always in their own group. There are these girls that look at me and then gossip at their group. I don't even know if they are saying nice stuff about me or they are judging my looks. I feel a bad aura when I just pass by them. That was what I felt that day.
I decided to not be the weird one in my class. I changed my hair, the way I would act and I how I was, but it just made it worse.
"Oh my god. She is so annoying. Is she following us or something?" I heard one of the girls say as they walked to their next class. After that day, every time I move to a new school, i would remember that day so that I don't make that same mistake again.

Its Not Only Me

"I hate her so much!" I ran up the stares and slammed the door of my room. My mom sighed and went up stares too.
"Hey Caty," She opened slowly the door," can you tell me what happened?" She walked and sat next to me on my bed. I sobbed as I tried to tell her the story,
"No...Noris ah...as...al...always doesn't teh...teh...tell th...the...t...tr...uth and I...I...wah...want...t...to...tru...trust...her...b...but sh...she...k...eep...s oh...on...l...ly...lying!" I started to cry until I didn't have any tears on my eyes.
"Caty, stop crying, you know Noris just wants to do the best for you. She never ment to hurt you." She hugged me and I calmed down a bit, but I was still mad at her.
"So what exactly happened?" I stood up and took a couple of long breathes knowing it was going to be a long story.
"So, I went down to skate board and I stayed there riding the skateboard for a couple of hours. I go back in and I realized she was reading and I go up o.k. I go up and I noticed for some reason, she completely moved all my stuff away. I couldn't find anything. So I go down and ask her if she 'organized' my room, and she was the only one in the house I tell you, but for some reason she didn't. I told her that yeah she must of because I didn't organize my room while stake boarding outside, I mean, I know I can do stuff at the same time, but that was so obvious. Why does she have to lie, does she think I'm going to eat her if she actually did? Then it became a huge fight of if I was wrong or if she was wrong. Mom I'm tired of her, this is not fair!" I sit down again and my mom laughs at the whole story.
"I know you want me to fire her, but you know she has a different life than us. Her life depends on this job.
Think about it, without this job, she won't be able to buy the medicine for her mother and father. The only thing she would eat would be rice and beans, and maybe not even that because she won't be able to afford the seeds. She is hanging by a thread. Her life is really different from ours, and you know that without her, we would actually be in disorder. So, please think of this and realize that she is just shy and scared.
Some people don't have a life filled with diamonds and beautiful dresses. Sometimes is the way around. What I'm trying to say is that you shouldn't fight because of this, O.K.?" She kissed my forehead and left my room.
After that day, I realized that I should be grateful to have what I have now.

A Gaze in Rapture

"Ready, Caty, Mickey?" My brother and I nodded, my mom turned on the the engine of the car and we started to head to El Dorado for a party at a friends house.
After 20 minutes driving, we dot to this huge white house with garlands on both sides and a huge space to fit five monster trucks.
"Wow! Henry's house is so big." I looked up and realized it was about 3 floors. The door opened and Henry-my brother's friend- came out and showed us in: The whole house was clean, organized, and it was very big.
"By the way, Victoria is down stairs." I walked slowly and greeted everybody. Although I tried to stay calm, I knew the boy I liked was here.
"Keep it cool, don't go crazy." I took long deep breathes and walked my way down, but because I was so nervous, I shrieked and jumped.
"OK, Keep it cool, keep it cool." When I was at the door, I saw him. Everything went in slow motion. How he was swinging the ping pong racket and how he was missing every opportunity he had to make a smash. I gazed at him with rapture and got lost in the real world.
"Hey, Caty. Yo girl wake up!" I shook my head and woke up. Victoria was patting on my cheeks.
"You should stop looking at him." She goes to the small footbolito table. I walk next to her and I laugh.
"We'll see." the whole party was lavish. I had a great time there, and when I got home, I felt so happy.

Lunch With Difficulty

It was a sunny day and my mother, my brother, my maid and I decided to go eat for lunch. Obviously, I wanted to go to eat my favorite food of all time, sushi, but my mom beseeches to go to this Italian restaurant next to Parque Omar. I wanted to eat sushi, but I decided to let it go and make my mom happy.
"Fine, but I hope its good Italian food." we all agreed and hopped inside the car. I still wanted to eat sushi, but knowing my mom was gratified, I was OK with that.
When we arrived to Parque Omar, my mom walks to this fancy door and on the top it said La Terrasa . I pictured the place like any other restaurant. Very decorative with pretty wall and floor tiles and the floor partially dirty. It was a different story when my mom opened the door.
"Oh. My. God." I stared at the restaurant hypnotized: The floors were sparkly clean, the tiles clashed a lot with the whole restaurant, the place looked Italian and the place smelled like my grandmothers delicious food, 100% Italian.
"See, I told you this place is very nice. Wait 'till you try the food." So we sat down in a table for four, next to the kitchen that had glass windows that showed how the people cooked. I grabbed and opened the menu. I pondered the menu for a very long time. There were so many good things that I couldn't decide.
When the waitress came over to ask us if we wanted to drink, this family of five started to complain.
"Sir, please sit down, we will serve you in a minute." The poor cook said worried.
"No! We have already waited about 45 minutes and we don't have our food!" The cook begged them to stay and so the man gave her another chance. In the end they got their lunch free and My family and I waited more than they did, but when the waitress served us our food, I realized it was worth the wait.

Credit Card Complication

In this confession, I will say that I tried to use my mom's credit card to become a member of Club Penguin.
It was a normal night, dark and rainy, I was in my computer playing Club Penguin. I wasn't a member of the game so I was really bored.
"Man, I can't get any cool clothes anymore. This sucks!" With the lights off I just payed attention to the big screen in front of me. I was technically alone in my house:My brother, my maid and I were the only people alive. when I was thinking about being a member, I came up with a devious plan.
"She won't notice right?" I opened the door slowly with my cellphone lightening the way and tiptoed my way to my mother's room. As I got in, I walked to the only place my mom would leave her credit card, in the big shelf. With the cellphone I was lightening the second shelf to the right. I opened the shelf slowly and steady. 'Creak!' I stopped pulling, thinking it was going to wake up my brother.
When I opened the shelf, the credit card was right there in front of me with its golden color. I took it, closed the shelf and ran to my room. VICTORY!!!!
"The number you just put does not exit, please try again?!" Again and again I tried, but it was useless.
"Man, what a waist of time." I turned off my computer and went to sleep.

A Beautiful Rose

A rose
with the color
of blood,
just bloomed
today.
Outside the window
it would layed alone
by its self
closed in deep sleep.
under the sun
with its head tilted,
grows
as the days go by.
That small rose
didn't efflorescence
when the
small daisies opened.
Its head still closed
just like sleeping beauty.
One day
I went
outside
at the same spot
where the timid rose
didn't want to blossom,
it was gone.
That small,
tiny, and shy rose
became
the most admirable
rose in the world.
Just like
the ugly duckling,
became
a beautiful swan.

Every Friend is Important

Description:
In everybody's life, there is always that person that makes you feel better. That someone is a friend. One that will always be with you in your hardest times, and will always make your day the happiest one of all. Every friend is important in our lives because without someone you can trust or depend on, you would feel lonely, and nobody likes that.

Synopsis:
This notebook has poems that are about friendship.

Your Catfish Friend by Richard Brautiga
My Friends by W.S. Merwin
After the Movie by Marie Howe
Sisters by Lucille Clinton
The Soul Unto Itself by Emily Dickinson
We Have Been Friends Together by Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

A Day of Pranks

I came back from my long walk with my maid. I was really exhausted so I asked my maid if we could go through a short cut I found before. As we arrived to the shortcut, my maid got surprised cause we had to climb a cliff.
"Do we have to climb that?" She asked pointing at the top. I nodded and started to walk to a place where we could climb up the cliff. Up we went and my maid would scream if she slipped, but when we got up she was revealed.
"Oh man, that old lady is looking at me weird again." I look at one of my neighbors. she looks at her and then looks at me.
"Why does she hate you?" I started to laugh remembering the day she first started to hate me.
"It's a long story and I need to do my homework so I don't have time." I ran and opened the door up to my room. I took off my cloths and took a shower.
When I came out of the shower, my phone was ringing and I knew it was one of my friends in my neighborhood were prank calling me.
I answered the phone to see what was their joke of the day.
"Jajajaja, is...is....jijiji...is your washer machine working cause I'm hungry!" I started to laugh about how stupid it was.
"You know that...that it's raining money, go check outside!" I was shocked how he screamed so hard in my ear although he was on the phone.
"Jajaja, really funny guys." I hung up and I turned on my computer to do my Slice of Life.
Minutes later my brother needed my phone and when my friends called again, my brother answered. I could here the sounds of laughter and shock of my friends from my window. Although I hate Mondays, today was different.