Monday, February 28, 2011

Teen Pregnancy.

I had to do an essay about any subject I want for my English class and this what the topic I choose. So I hope you like it.

Today is very common to see and young girl pregnant but even it is common is still shocking for some people to see how such young girls that have a long way of studying and being a child is a all transform in a young pregnancy. I think as a young girl I am that parents and school should talk about this to teenagers, they must be conscious about the consequences of having sex to an early age and how it can destroy your future and that society won’t look at you as other normal teenagers. I think that many parents are not open and don’t tell their kid about this topic and that is why it happens, of course this is not always the case, sometimes there are parents that teach this to their kids and still do it what it means that even that your parents tell you what’s wrong or what is right is up to you take the right choice. After all there is so much a parent can do but at the end is the person who decides what to do. The environment that you live and the friends that you have can also influence in the choices you make.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Fake people hide who they really are.

There are a few things that I would love to get clear about. Don’t you ever try to be someone you are not, like never, because people in the end always going to find out the real you. Why did you even pretend to be my friend? I mean why you made this to me? I thought you were part of my life, someone I could trust, when you are just someone who doesn’t care about no one. I knew that you weren’t like the person I could tell everything but still I thought you were someone honest , I just didn’t know you could lie and hurt me like nothing just thinking in yourself. And that was what really pissed me off, after all the apologize and crying for a stupid thing the least you could do was telling you understood but I just guess that objects are more important than people.

But after all I am glad that it happens, I am. Because now I know who you really are, that you weren’t my friend after all and that you are the kind of person that would take down anyone to be safe(it sucks) to know the real you in this kind of situation, really. But experience only makes me stronger and knowing that we people can’t trust anyone, even after almost 2 years of ´knowing you´ I realize that years doesn’t matter when it comes to really know someone, is much more than that, I was silly once, I made a mistake once but trust me it won’t happen again, that I promise to you.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

We are all Hypocrites.

We are all fake, we are always lying, we try to put our and smiley face, when we actually feel down. Why are we always hypocrites? to ourself, to the people we love, to the people and like and care about , maybe our fear of no having no one to talk to. Lying is easy, being fake is a lot easier than show others your opinion. We live in a fake and shallow faces and hypocrite smiles, talking behind backs. there are not real friends ..... one or two..maybe, just maybe. If you are lucky but you are not you are screw. In some way we are all fake, in some way we are real, it all depends of the moment you are living. 

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Because we care.

I think we care too much sometimes because if we don’t we think we are going to be alone for ever. We need to care; we do, when we stop caring there is a problem because even if we say that we don’t, we do. Is not because we like pain or anything is just that when we care about someone our mind is busy, we have reason to continue living, to love , because that’s all care means, love. We care because we love and we love because we care. Caring is just part of who we are, there are times when you care it all have meaning but there are times that we don’t allow our self care because that can mess all up and of course we don’t want that even if it means to be alone for ever. But then are times when we must care because we are so freaking scare of being alone and not caring sometimes is all that mean.

Friday, February 11, 2011


Love is always new. Regardless of whether we love once, twice or a dozen times in our life, we always face a brand-new situation.

“Have you ever heard of the book called the I Ching?” I asked her.
“No, I haven’t.”

It says that a city can be moved but not a well. It’s around the well that lovers find each other, satisfy their thirst, build homes, and raise their children. But if one of them decides to leave, the well cannot go with them. Love remains there, abandoned – even though it is filled with the same pure water as before.”

We have to take love where we find it, even if it means hours, days, weeks of disappointments and sadness.

“You shouldn’t have asked,” I said. “Love doesn’t ask many questions, because if we stop to think we become fearful. It’s an inexplicable fear; it’s difficult even to describe it. Maybe it’s the fear of being scorned, of not being accepted, or of breaking the spell. It’s ridiculous, but that’s the way it is. That’s why you don’t ask-you act. As you’ve said many times, you have to take risks.”

Love is like a trap. When it appears, we see only light, not its shadows.

If one person really wants us, everyone does. But, if we’re alone, we become even more alone. Life is strange.

"Amen Omen"

What started as a whisper,
Slowly turned in to a scream.
Searching for an answer
Where the question is unseen.
I don't know where you came from
And I dont know where you've gone.
Old friends become old strangers
Between the darkness and the dawn

Amen omen,will I see your face again?
Amen omen,can I find the place within
To live my life without you?

I still hear you saying
"All of life is chance,
And is sweetest,is sweetest when at a glance"
But I live,
I live a hundred lifetimes in a day.
But I die a little 
In every breath that I take.

Amen omen,will I see your face again?
Amen omen,can I find the place within
To live my life without you?

I listen to a whisper,
Slowly drift away.
Silence is a loudest,
Parting word you never say.
I put I put your world 
Into my veins 
Now a voiceless sympathy
Is all that remains.

Amen omen,will I see your face again?
Amen omen,can I find the place within
To live my life without you?

Amen omen,can i find the strength within .

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Character of the week / A and Alison Pretty little Liars.

You think the truth is this big shiny disco ball of purity then go ahead and try it. See what it gets you. Telling the truth to the wrong person at the wrong time is how I ended up where I did. Take it from me you're always better off with a really good lie.

A kiss is a kiss. I like boys. Trust me, if I'm kissing you, it's because it's practice for the real thing.

It's immortality, my darlings.

Others girls have to do their homework. You get to do the teacher.

Heads up, BFFs. It's open season on liars and I'm hunting.

I'm still here, bitches. And I know everything.

Friends share secrets. That's what keeps us close.

You'll get your money back. If you do what I say. Sweet Dreams.

Like mommy, like daughter, can you run from the law on those legs?

Libro de esta semana : Perfect You.

La vida de Kate Brown ha ido cuesta abajo rápidamente. Su padre ha dejado su trabajo para vender vitaminas en el centro comercial, y Kate es obligada a trabajar con él. Su mejor amiga se ha hecho popular, y actúa como que Kate es invisible.

Y entonces esta Will. El magnífico, inalcanzable Will, quien Kate finge que no puede aguantar aún cuando no puede parar de pensar en él. Y cuando Will comienza a actuar interesado, Kate se odia a si misma por quererlo incluso cuando sabe que ella es solo su última conquista.
Kate imagina que de la única manera que las cosas dejen de doler es si ella sigue y deja de preocuparse de todos y todo. Lo que ella no comprende es que la vida no siempre puede ser perfecta, buenas cosas pueden suceder…

Appointment in Bokhara/Encuentro en Bokara.

A merchant asked his servant to go to the market to buy some pieces of cloth.
Upon reaching the market, the servant saw his own Death shopping at the store near him.
Terrified, he ran back to the merchant’s house.
“I have to leave now, “he said, almost crying. “I saw my death this morning in the market, and I have to escape. I will go to Bokhara, my village, to spend the weekend there. ”
The merchant accepts the plea of the servant, but is wary. He decides to go to the market, where he finds the Death of the servant.
“Wow, you frightened my employee,” said the merchant.
“He also frightened me ” replied Death. “I never expected to find him around here as I have an appointment with him in Bokhara. ”

La historia forma parte de un cuento de John O’Hara.
Un cierto mercader persa pide a su siervo que vaya hasta el mercado a comprar algunas piezas de tela.
Al llegar a el mercado, el siervo ve su propia Muerte haciendo algunas compras en una tienda cercana; aterrorizado, vuelve corriendo hasta la casa del mercader.
“Tengo que irme de aquí”, dice, casi llorando. “Vi mi muerte esta mañana en el mercado, y tengo que huir de ella. Partiré hoy a Bokara, mi ciudad”.
El mercader acepta el pedido del siervo, pero queda desconfiando. Va, entonces, hasta el mercado, encuentra la Muerte del siervo.
“Caramba, qué susto le dio a mi empleado”, dice él.
“Él también me dio un susto”, responde la Muerte. “Nunca esperé encontrarlo por aquí – tengo una cita con él en Bokara”

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Damon Feelings.

I quote some of Damon quotes from #TVD and add some if what I think how he feels. 

I am losing myself. I am in love of a person I would never have. There is something wrong in me and she wants me to be a better men but that means no being the person who I really are because I am not good and all she wants is me to be good but how can I do that if there is not good in me, How can I live knowing that the person I love doesn’t want the real me, how? Is so much pain what s men can take and having to change who I really am is bad enough and even more spent  century loving a woman who didn’t love me first. 

Friday, February 4, 2011


Pain is just the purest thing ever. When we feel pain of any kind is almost awful to see but in some weird way is just admirable that something can make damages in us that we cant even recognize. Pain can make us cry, make a strong person weak, can make us lose sense, after love, pain is the strongest thing that a person can feel at least in my opinion. Pain makes us learn to value life, things… sometimes are no words to express how bad that can affect us. Is almost impossible to understand pain, how much can destroy us and make us nothing. There is nothing more human that feeling pain, it change us it transform us. Pain is not good but when after the storm pain goes away and e can breath again and be thankful to feel this way, the relief we feel the happiness to actually make it and be alive is just so good that we can´t stop being thankful… What's that saying? Why do I keep hitting myself with a hammer? Because it feels so good when I stop.

Like everybody else.

Why is so important to be part of the group? Why it is so important be like everybody else? Feeling special is all that everyone wants. Matter that´s all we want. But in our society be unique or no follow rules because is simple like that “You are not follow the rules because all the things they say about it is good to stand out and be you, is all crap. People don’t want other be theirs self because that means that someone won’t be agree with others and no one wants the guy/girl that is always saying she/he isn’t agree. So trying to be you in this fake and “normal” world is pretty hell scary. So I must said that I feel proud for all the people young, adults that stand every day showing the world that being real, no fake is actually pretty cool and that is how it feels being really free. Because no one can be free without showing others their true selves. 

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Libro de esta semana : Something, Maybe.

Todo el mundo piensa que sus padres son embarazosos, pero Hannnah sabe que les vence a todos. Su padre hizo una fortuna mostrando chicas bonitas—y a su ‘fiestera’ forma de vida—por toda la Internet, y su madre, quien fuera una vez una de las novias de su padre, es ahora la estrella de su propio sitio web. Luego de conseguir la clase de atención equivocada por demasiado tiempo, Hannah ha aprendido a cómo mantenerse fuera de la vista….y así es como le gusta.Por supuesto, ser desconocida no la está ayudando a ser notada por el hermoso y seguro de sí mismo, Josh, quien Hannah sabe es su alma gemela. Entre tratar de descifrar una manera de hacer que la note, lidiar con sus padres, y preguntarse por qué no puede dejar de pensar en otro chico, Finn, Hannah siente que se está volviendo loca. Está determinada a hacer que las cosas funcionen de la manera que ella quiere…sólo que lo que ella quiere puede que no sea lo que necesita.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011


Control is a hard thing to get in every aspect in life. Is hard to control ourselves, our emotions, feelings, but most of all, life. Controlling is a powerful word itself, control means to  be able to make things happen the way you want, so now you get my point about how hard control really is?. For me control is a big part of my problems because most of the time I can´t not control what I say, or how life is. There are many people that being happy means to have total control of their own life and others and this is a  really bad thing because you lean trough life that you cannot have everything. Control means everything for some of us, for others no having control at all it means being total lost. As people we wish that everything turn out how we wanted. But I’ve decide today to make a difference, to change that part of me that is not happy with life, with the feelings I have, because I cannot control them all, today I´ve decide to be open, not only to change but to let things happen, to let God control my life and show me how good life without extreme control can be but I also want to learn the difference between control and not letting things go how it suppose to be.


Control es algo difícil de obtener que cada aspecto de nuestra vida. Es difícil controlarnos, nuestras emociones, sentimientos, pero sobre todo la vida. Controlar es una palabra fuerte por sí misma, control significa ser capaz de hacer las cosas pasen como quieres, así ahora ves mi punto sobre que tan difícil es el control? Para mí control es una gran parte de mis problemas porque la gran mayoría del tiempo no puedo controlar lo que digo, o como la vida es. Hay muchas personas que ser feliz significa tener total control de sus vida y de la de los demás y es algo malo porque en la vida aprendes que no puedes tener todo lo que deseas. Control significa todo para alguno de nosotros, pero para otros no tener control significa estar totalmente perdido. Como personas deseamos que todo resulte como queremos. Pero hoy he decidido hacer la diferencia, cambiar esa parte de mi que no es feliz con la vida, con los sentimientos que tengo, porque no puedo controlarlo todo, hoy he decidido sr abierta , no solo al cambio sino dejar que la cosas pasen, dejar que Dios controle mi vida y me muestre que tan buena puede ser una vida sin extremo control peor también quiero aprender la diferencia entre control y no dejar que las cosas sucedan.