Leaving Cartagena at 1:00pm to go to Las Islas is not such a good idea because of the high tides at that time. The waves are crazy big, making the boat have to almost turn of its motors because it’s flying in the air. I liked this boat ride. I was having fun screaming and laughing with joy but at the same time nerves. I felt like I was in the perfect storm, but without the rain. We were drenched in water. The music was pumping. It was so loud. It made me just want to stand up and dance, but during our situation that would be hard. It was a little annoying that the boat had to go slow. After a while my patience was not so tolerant to the situation. I got tired of being on the boat and bumping my but hard on the seat on every wave, even hurting my neck. I wanted to get off. I was excited to get off because I had heard that the island where we would be was incredible. My rocking fun on the boat was over. For a while all I could think about was the long ride back.
Getting closer to the Island we were going to I remember just being amazed about everything around me. The ocean was beautiful. There were mini Islands around with beautiful simple houses on them. It was all so precious. But that one house that we had gone to was definitely my favorite. It was a house on a mini island all alone. And it was not just any normal house. It was a pink house. It sounds corny and tacky when I say a pink house, but it was unbelievable. It was not even that big. The house was all open and it had huge white sofas with light pink, blue, and purple pillows. The outside furniture was all pink with wood and white cushions. Surrounding the whole house there was white perfect sand. The house had its own beach. I was obsessed with this house it was so pink and perfect. Never in my life could I have thought that a beautiful pink house on an island could exist, and have everything pink and matching. Usually when people talk about a pink house or a blue house, or any weird color it’s tacky. This house had nothing tacky about it. To make the house even more eyes catching and glamorous, it had the best name! The house’s name is La Isla Rosa. I love everything about that house or in other words island. I felt positive energy, I felt beautiful, and I just felt so chill.
We had lunch on the island and it was also so wonderful. It was delicious. We had paella, which I love. The paella had everything in it. I don’t think they missed any fish for the rice. I got to eat delicious paella with pink silver ware and plates. To drink we had Strawberry juice in pink glasses. That I did think was a little too much, or maybe it wasn’t even on purpose. But the whole pink drinks with the house I thought was cute, but a little out of this world.
I could say that everything about that Island changed my life. From the moment I got on the boat to the moment that I was standing in a Pink house on an island, ending with the moment I got off the boat being nauseous and wanting to die from such a rough boat ride. I was in love. I wanted to move to that island and just stay there and not have to think about anything or anybody else. I felt peaceful and calm. I fell in love with Cartagena. La Isla Rosa became my new favorite place in the world. All I hope for is for when I am older to have an Island just like that one. I will never forget that special day that I felt inner peace and so much relaxation in a beautiful pink house on a beautiful small island.
Sunday, March 30, 2008
The "Coco" Mobile
Just a few months ago I had a vacation that was unforgettable it was so much fun. I went with some of my best friends to my farm about three hours away. My farm is located in a club where there is a huge lake and many houses. It is very sunny. Instead of cars its fun to use the golf carts, motorcycles and even walk. At night people always get together and swim, listen to music, just some fun stuff, but the only bad thing about this place is that after 10:30 you can not use anything to go out that is not a car, not even a bicycle. And if you do you will get a ticket. My first night there we had forgotten the rule. So we were riding around in the golf cart and we got stopped. I had gotten a ticket. So after that night we decided not to risk anymore and just use the car always at night.
After some days of having fun and laughing. The fourth night was definitely the one night I will never forget. It was by far one of the funniest moments of my life so far. It was a whole night of hilarious moments. We were at a friends house (and of course we had gotten their in a car). I had gotten a call that I wanted to take outside. As I was talking I heard that the car alarm had gone off. I went to see what it could have been. I realized that the windows were open so I just thought what a typical thing for us to do. When all of a sudden I saw something in the car. I walked closer and a grey cat jumped out scaring me to death. I started screaming and laughing at the same time and my friends came outside to see what had happen to me. They saw the cat running fast and I told them what had happen. They laughed at me and basically made fun of me the whole night. But it was very funny. It was a good laugh.
A few hours later we had gone back to the house but with all of the people we were with. After a while of sitting and being in the pool, it started to rain. We took everything inside. It was perfect timing because once we got inside it started raining very hard and the wind was very strong. We didn’t really care though. The wind was making loud noises, the palm trees were moving so hard, and the windows seemed as if they were about to shatter while all the doors that were opened closed instantly very hard and loud. For the fun we were having it was just all funny. A few minutes later the alarm had gone off again. So joking around we all laughed about the cat, saying that there was probably another cat in the car. Since the cars alarm goes off by itself after a few minutes, we didn’t care to go outside to see why it had gone off. I mean nobody could steel the car; it was pared perfectly so no one could crash it. We were far from thinking that something bad could have happened to the car.
It started getting really late so our friends left. As they were getting into their cars and saying goodbye to us, one of them quickly got out of the car and ran to our car he stood their in shock telling us to quickly see what he was looking at. We all ran to the car to see a huge coconut on the car that had made a huge dent in the front window, right in front of the driver’s seat. The dent was huge, and the glass looked as if it was going to shatter everywhere. It was crazy, it was all smashed up. We were all in shock I mean coconuts fall from trees, but when has it happened that the car not even next to a tree and its got smashed by a coconut. It was unbelievable. We had to laugh because it was very random and we had to take our situation in a positive way. We even laughed more because of course that was why the alarm went off and we thought it was probably a stupid cat.
Well, we were left without a car for the rest of the week, because the next day we had to send it back home, but at least the insurance covered everything, so we got to laugh even more about it. It was something that we are never going to forget. The car was given the nickname the “coco” mobile.
After some days of having fun and laughing. The fourth night was definitely the one night I will never forget. It was by far one of the funniest moments of my life so far. It was a whole night of hilarious moments. We were at a friends house (and of course we had gotten their in a car). I had gotten a call that I wanted to take outside. As I was talking I heard that the car alarm had gone off. I went to see what it could have been. I realized that the windows were open so I just thought what a typical thing for us to do. When all of a sudden I saw something in the car. I walked closer and a grey cat jumped out scaring me to death. I started screaming and laughing at the same time and my friends came outside to see what had happen to me. They saw the cat running fast and I told them what had happen. They laughed at me and basically made fun of me the whole night. But it was very funny. It was a good laugh.
A few hours later we had gone back to the house but with all of the people we were with. After a while of sitting and being in the pool, it started to rain. We took everything inside. It was perfect timing because once we got inside it started raining very hard and the wind was very strong. We didn’t really care though. The wind was making loud noises, the palm trees were moving so hard, and the windows seemed as if they were about to shatter while all the doors that were opened closed instantly very hard and loud. For the fun we were having it was just all funny. A few minutes later the alarm had gone off again. So joking around we all laughed about the cat, saying that there was probably another cat in the car. Since the cars alarm goes off by itself after a few minutes, we didn’t care to go outside to see why it had gone off. I mean nobody could steel the car; it was pared perfectly so no one could crash it. We were far from thinking that something bad could have happened to the car.
It started getting really late so our friends left. As they were getting into their cars and saying goodbye to us, one of them quickly got out of the car and ran to our car he stood their in shock telling us to quickly see what he was looking at. We all ran to the car to see a huge coconut on the car that had made a huge dent in the front window, right in front of the driver’s seat. The dent was huge, and the glass looked as if it was going to shatter everywhere. It was crazy, it was all smashed up. We were all in shock I mean coconuts fall from trees, but when has it happened that the car not even next to a tree and its got smashed by a coconut. It was unbelievable. We had to laugh because it was very random and we had to take our situation in a positive way. We even laughed more because of course that was why the alarm went off and we thought it was probably a stupid cat.
Well, we were left without a car for the rest of the week, because the next day we had to send it back home, but at least the insurance covered everything, so we got to laugh even more about it. It was something that we are never going to forget. The car was given the nickname the “coco” mobile.
Africa's Child Labor
Africa’s child labor is one of the biggest problems in the world today. It has become a daily source for news and gossip. It has brought out the truth about these children enough so that the world hears it, but not so that the world would actually listen. Child Labor is a topic that really interests me, because I am so against it.
Africa being the poorest continent in the whole world, has the biggest poor population on earth. Over 70% of the region lives and works in extremely poor conditions. Of the 250 million children world wide, it is estimated that 32% work in Africa Most children work in agriculture, which means that 1.2 million are sold into servitude every year in an illicit trade that generates as much as $10 billion annually.
These children are trapped. They are forced to work up to 14 hours a day. Jobs that are even difficult for an adult. They are deprived from many important things that a child needs like school, freedom and rest. What these children normally work with are plantations of rice and cocoa. Some of the girls are domestic servants, bread bakers, and even prostitutes. Some of the boys are field workers, cart pushers, scavengers in abandoned gem and gold mines.
It’s not only that children have to work in these terrible conditions, but they’re also forced to travel very long distances in camels through deserts! Something should certainly be done about this. The world should know better. This is the biggest problem Africa has. The world will not help them. After all the statistics and news there has been about the poor children, no one does anything. Many countries like the U.S.A. could do a lot about this. In fact, they could be very close to solving this problem.
Africa being the poorest continent in the whole world, has the biggest poor population on earth. Over 70% of the region lives and works in extremely poor conditions. Of the 250 million children world wide, it is estimated that 32% work in Africa Most children work in agriculture, which means that 1.2 million are sold into servitude every year in an illicit trade that generates as much as $10 billion annually.
These children are trapped. They are forced to work up to 14 hours a day. Jobs that are even difficult for an adult. They are deprived from many important things that a child needs like school, freedom and rest. What these children normally work with are plantations of rice and cocoa. Some of the girls are domestic servants, bread bakers, and even prostitutes. Some of the boys are field workers, cart pushers, scavengers in abandoned gem and gold mines.
It’s not only that children have to work in these terrible conditions, but they’re also forced to travel very long distances in camels through deserts! Something should certainly be done about this. The world should know better. This is the biggest problem Africa has. The world will not help them. After all the statistics and news there has been about the poor children, no one does anything. Many countries like the U.S.A. could do a lot about this. In fact, they could be very close to solving this problem.
Friday, March 28, 2008
Crossing The Street
It was a late Tuesday night, not so late, but a little too late to be out on a school night. It was around 10:00pm, and I was with some friends eating right across the street from my house. We had eaten delicious and we had a lot of fun talking. We even ended our meal with coffee. Once we were done eating and talking we decided that it was getting very late and that it was time to go home. We were all going to walk to my house and from there each girl would take her separate ways home. All we had to do was cross the street; never in my life would I have thought that in the moment I would walk out of that restaurant to the moment that I would walk right into my building could something bad happen to us. The street was not lonely and it is not an all a sketchy dangerous street, what could even go wrong? We were five girls walking, talking, and laughing. Everything was just fine. My mom had called me in the moment we were crossing the street so we all just paused and waited so that I could hang up, and not get run over by a car because of being distracted. She was kind of annoyed that I was out at that time, but what could happen? I was in front of my house.
Literally two seconds after I had hung up with my mom, a bum started walking towards us. We wanted to cross quickly but we couldn’t because there were cars. We were getting nervous because he kept walking closer and closer to us. We knew we had to get to the other side quickly, but we just didn’t know how. We were in trouble. He got to us. He started asking us for money. We didn’t have change or any extra cash on us. We really did look, because we wanted to give him something so that he could just leave. The bum just kept standing behind us. He didn’t move and we could not move either. We wanted to run, but we couldn’t. We were nervous. This was a young bum that looked so drugged. He could not even keep his eyes focused on us or anything. All of a sudden we noticed that he was reaching into his pocket. He had taken out a pocket knife! He started point it at us and asking us for money. We were so scared. All I could imagine was being stabbed and not even getting hurt by the stab, but hurt because of all the diseases that rusty knife must have had. All I could see were his rolling out of control eyes, and how he couldn’t even speak. He didn’t even know what he was doing or saying. As soon as the street was good to cross I yelled at my friends to cross quickly. We ran. The bum did not even realize that we had left. We just ran fast without stopping straight into my building.
We were so scared, we couldn’t stop shaking. It all happened so fast. What if that bum would have stabbed one of us? That was all I could think. I was in shock. My heart was beating so fast. I had to drink a glass of water to calm down. My friends were also all in shock. We relaxed and calmed down for five minutes and then they all left. We laughed it off at the end. That was a very scary night.
Literally two seconds after I had hung up with my mom, a bum started walking towards us. We wanted to cross quickly but we couldn’t because there were cars. We were getting nervous because he kept walking closer and closer to us. We knew we had to get to the other side quickly, but we just didn’t know how. We were in trouble. He got to us. He started asking us for money. We didn’t have change or any extra cash on us. We really did look, because we wanted to give him something so that he could just leave. The bum just kept standing behind us. He didn’t move and we could not move either. We wanted to run, but we couldn’t. We were nervous. This was a young bum that looked so drugged. He could not even keep his eyes focused on us or anything. All of a sudden we noticed that he was reaching into his pocket. He had taken out a pocket knife! He started point it at us and asking us for money. We were so scared. All I could imagine was being stabbed and not even getting hurt by the stab, but hurt because of all the diseases that rusty knife must have had. All I could see were his rolling out of control eyes, and how he couldn’t even speak. He didn’t even know what he was doing or saying. As soon as the street was good to cross I yelled at my friends to cross quickly. We ran. The bum did not even realize that we had left. We just ran fast without stopping straight into my building.
We were so scared, we couldn’t stop shaking. It all happened so fast. What if that bum would have stabbed one of us? That was all I could think. I was in shock. My heart was beating so fast. I had to drink a glass of water to calm down. My friends were also all in shock. We relaxed and calmed down for five minutes and then they all left. We laughed it off at the end. That was a very scary night.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
The Break Up
They were the perfect couple. They were both good looking, cool, party animals, best friends, and just so in love. They were always together never apart. It was very awkward to see them fight. They had such a great relationship that they really had nothing to fight about. He never looked at other girls, and she didn’t even talk about boys. They were like meant to be. But on day that all changed. After a perfect seven months it was all over. Summer came along and they did not have plans together. His plans were to travel with his family, and her plans were travel wither girlfriends. They were sad, but they didn’t even think that something would go wrong, after all they had never been separated on the few vacations that they had together, so they really could not think of anything to worry about. They didn’t know what it was like or what they were in for.
Summer finally came and they said there good byes. They were going to miss each other. Although, it was only going t be a month and a half of separation. It was not that big of a deal for them, but they were sad about it. She left first. They talked about three times a week and sent each other cute e-mails. They missed each other a lot. But after a while it was all getting boring. They talked, but it just wasn’t the same, she was having to much fun to even have time to send him e-mails and every time they would talk on the phone she would just rush to hang up, because she had somewhere to be. The fun she was having changed everything. And the bad changes started as soon as she started going partying with her friends. She met many guys and was having so much fun, that she got that single feeling back. She missed it. She wanted t go back to her girls night out, and to being flirty, and having guys buy her drink. A life without a boyfriend just sounded so much fun for at the moment, that she started really thinking and changing her mind about her wonderful, perfect boyfriend.
One night out clubbing, she met a guy. She really liked him, she was interest in him. After that night they started going out partying a lot and to dinner, he took out his friends for her friends and they all had a blast. She had no intentions on cheating on her boyfriend and she did not. And she had no intention of falling in love with this guy; she was just having nice summer fun with him. But she couldn’t resist anymore, she had to get rid of her boyfriend. She just had an urge she felt it, she felt she didn’t want him anymore. She wanted to be alone. So one day she called him up and told him it was over. He got mad and started asking her why, but all she could say was that she wanted to be alone. Obviously he thought she cheated on him, but she did not. It was the truth. But the truth really hurt him and made him very upset with her.
Vacation came to an end and she had an amazing time. She never heard from him again since the day she broke up with him, but she was nervous to see him the first day of school. She did not know how she would react, because she was the bad person here. But that day came; she had to face him face to face. It was awkward, but seeing him again made her realize that she had her fun over vacation and she wanted him back. It was selfish of her, but she felt feeling for him once again, just looking at him. She tried to talk to him many times and he refused. When she broke up with him he got so mad that he just decided to get over her quickly and not think about her. He decided that vacation was the best time for him to forget her, and he did. He still felt feelings for her, but he was not going to be stupid he was not going to get back together with her just because she partied all vacation with her friends and she wanted to have fun without having to feel committed and as soon as that fun was over for her she wanted him back. He was not going to go for that.
She begged and begged him for many months, but they never got back together. They had to forget about each other, that perfect couple was broken; they were not so perfect anymore. Their relationship was over quickly and sadly. She ended up with a broken heart and suffering for him, and he just ended up alone not even with another girl. They should have just gotten back together…
Summer finally came and they said there good byes. They were going to miss each other. Although, it was only going t be a month and a half of separation. It was not that big of a deal for them, but they were sad about it. She left first. They talked about three times a week and sent each other cute e-mails. They missed each other a lot. But after a while it was all getting boring. They talked, but it just wasn’t the same, she was having to much fun to even have time to send him e-mails and every time they would talk on the phone she would just rush to hang up, because she had somewhere to be. The fun she was having changed everything. And the bad changes started as soon as she started going partying with her friends. She met many guys and was having so much fun, that she got that single feeling back. She missed it. She wanted t go back to her girls night out, and to being flirty, and having guys buy her drink. A life without a boyfriend just sounded so much fun for at the moment, that she started really thinking and changing her mind about her wonderful, perfect boyfriend.
One night out clubbing, she met a guy. She really liked him, she was interest in him. After that night they started going out partying a lot and to dinner, he took out his friends for her friends and they all had a blast. She had no intentions on cheating on her boyfriend and she did not. And she had no intention of falling in love with this guy; she was just having nice summer fun with him. But she couldn’t resist anymore, she had to get rid of her boyfriend. She just had an urge she felt it, she felt she didn’t want him anymore. She wanted to be alone. So one day she called him up and told him it was over. He got mad and started asking her why, but all she could say was that she wanted to be alone. Obviously he thought she cheated on him, but she did not. It was the truth. But the truth really hurt him and made him very upset with her.
Vacation came to an end and she had an amazing time. She never heard from him again since the day she broke up with him, but she was nervous to see him the first day of school. She did not know how she would react, because she was the bad person here. But that day came; she had to face him face to face. It was awkward, but seeing him again made her realize that she had her fun over vacation and she wanted him back. It was selfish of her, but she felt feeling for him once again, just looking at him. She tried to talk to him many times and he refused. When she broke up with him he got so mad that he just decided to get over her quickly and not think about her. He decided that vacation was the best time for him to forget her, and he did. He still felt feelings for her, but he was not going to be stupid he was not going to get back together with her just because she partied all vacation with her friends and she wanted to have fun without having to feel committed and as soon as that fun was over for her she wanted him back. He was not going to go for that.
She begged and begged him for many months, but they never got back together. They had to forget about each other, that perfect couple was broken; they were not so perfect anymore. Their relationship was over quickly and sadly. She ended up with a broken heart and suffering for him, and he just ended up alone not even with another girl. They should have just gotten back together…
Thursday, March 13, 2008
The Party Girl
Her name is Sophia and she is a wonderful girl, but why did she let herself be pushed into that crazy party scene. She was a straight A student with so much potential. She was good at soccer, school, and she had many friends. But one day that all changed. One day Sophia decided she was going to start going out on the weekends and that she was going to drink her brains out.
She really liked that party life. She basically could not go one weekend without partying. She became part of that scene. She was at every party, every club, and everybody knew who she was. She was a cool girl. She had become much cooler out of school than how she really was in school. In school she was just that good student that had her little group of friends, but was not so popular. She use to not care about what people thought about her, she was all about studying and making her parents proud of her. I don’t know what made her change. It was all of a sudden, that she went out on weekend and she really must have liked it. Her parents are always telling her to chill out, and they try to keep her in, but she always finds her way out of the house and into the club. Why did Sophia want to ruin her life like this? She was no longer doing well in school. She was no longer that perfect daughter. She was a mess. She gained weight from drinking so much, because she drank until she had to be carried home. Why did she like waking up the next day with hangovers? Why did she like getting so wasted? She did not know how to drink. She had no control over herself. It was sad, people at school felt so bad for her after a year of partying. Her friends were not her friends anymore; she had a new group of people that did not even go to school. She was gone. She had passed the line.
One day her school called her house telling her parents that she was skipping way too much. Her parents were so upset with her and the only thing they could tell her was that if she did not go to school she was have no money on the weekends, and absolutely no authority to go out at night. She didn’t really care about the money or the authority. Sophia always found her way out, but she did agree to start going to school. Sophia became one of those people who go out on Thursdays, she loved Thursday night parties! After a while of partying Thursday, Friday, and Saturdays she was really out of control. Everybody knew what was going on. So the school drug tested her Friday morning. She had so much alcohol in her body. The percentage was so high. This day was the end of her crazy partying and crazy drinking. She had to change.
She really liked that party life. She basically could not go one weekend without partying. She became part of that scene. She was at every party, every club, and everybody knew who she was. She was a cool girl. She had become much cooler out of school than how she really was in school. In school she was just that good student that had her little group of friends, but was not so popular. She use to not care about what people thought about her, she was all about studying and making her parents proud of her. I don’t know what made her change. It was all of a sudden, that she went out on weekend and she really must have liked it. Her parents are always telling her to chill out, and they try to keep her in, but she always finds her way out of the house and into the club. Why did Sophia want to ruin her life like this? She was no longer doing well in school. She was no longer that perfect daughter. She was a mess. She gained weight from drinking so much, because she drank until she had to be carried home. Why did she like waking up the next day with hangovers? Why did she like getting so wasted? She did not know how to drink. She had no control over herself. It was sad, people at school felt so bad for her after a year of partying. Her friends were not her friends anymore; she had a new group of people that did not even go to school. She was gone. She had passed the line.
One day her school called her house telling her parents that she was skipping way too much. Her parents were so upset with her and the only thing they could tell her was that if she did not go to school she was have no money on the weekends, and absolutely no authority to go out at night. She didn’t really care about the money or the authority. Sophia always found her way out, but she did agree to start going to school. Sophia became one of those people who go out on Thursdays, she loved Thursday night parties! After a while of partying Thursday, Friday, and Saturdays she was really out of control. Everybody knew what was going on. So the school drug tested her Friday morning. She had so much alcohol in her body. The percentage was so high. This day was the end of her crazy partying and crazy drinking. She had to change.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
The Jewish Boy
This Jewish boy
So alone and so cold
They treat him like a toy
Why can he just be bold?
He needs to stick up for himself
He needs to fight for his freedom.
But why is he so alone? And why does he let everyone pick on him?
The Jewish girl writing this poem is crazy
I’m simply a bit lazy
I don’t care about the others I just rather be careless and slim
People are not happy because they are not alone,
People are happy because they just have a life.
I don’t care for that Jewish girl,
I look at her trying to fit in and it makes me want to hurl.
She should feel ashamed.
But then again who is there to blame?
It’s her life not mine.
I don’t feel alone nor do I feel lame.
That girl is just another person in that long line.
The line of people, wanting to be accepted by the others.
It’s all these people of the same community
Who try to impress each other and try to be the best.
But what makes the Jews better than the rest?
Nothing, that’s why I’m just a Jewish boy,
Whom according to the others is so alone and so cold.
I just think differently and I just live my life differently.
So alone and so cold
They treat him like a toy
Why can he just be bold?
He needs to stick up for himself
He needs to fight for his freedom.
But why is he so alone? And why does he let everyone pick on him?
The Jewish girl writing this poem is crazy
I’m simply a bit lazy
I don’t care about the others I just rather be careless and slim
People are not happy because they are not alone,
People are happy because they just have a life.
I don’t care for that Jewish girl,
I look at her trying to fit in and it makes me want to hurl.
She should feel ashamed.
But then again who is there to blame?
It’s her life not mine.
I don’t feel alone nor do I feel lame.
That girl is just another person in that long line.
The line of people, wanting to be accepted by the others.
It’s all these people of the same community
Who try to impress each other and try to be the best.
But what makes the Jews better than the rest?
Nothing, that’s why I’m just a Jewish boy,
Whom according to the others is so alone and so cold.
I just think differently and I just live my life differently.
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