Fear

The tide was coming in;
there was only a narrow strip,
of firm beach between the water,
and the white.

Ralph needed to think,
understanding the wearisomeness,
of this life.
He lost himself
in a maze of thoughts.

With a convulsion of the mind,
Ralph discovered the conscious,
of his grim mood,
and the fault at the fire.

The platform was of noise and excitement,
scrambling screams,
and laughter.

We began well,
we were happy.
But remembering the beastie,
the snake,
the fire,
the talk of fear,
we get frightened.

We’ve got to talk about this fear,
I’m frightened myself,
but we put up,
with being frightened.

Be frightened
if you want,
but this fear can’t hurt you,
more than a dream.

Where I Am From

I am from computers,
from HP and Dell.
I am from the wall-sized windows;
big, transparent,
gazing at the other buildings surrounding it.

I am from pizza and eyeglasses,
from Savina, Rajan, and Ashiana.
I am from the educated ones
and the well-behaved ones,
from “One thing at a time”
and “You have to work for it”.

I am from the era of meditation;
staying still, with nothing in mind.

I am from a cluster of Indians,
from eating vegetarian on Mondays,
from going to the temple every Friday.
From wearing traditional clothing in weddings,
and from worshipping copious amounts of gods/goddesses.

I am from my dad’s side of the family,
from eating pasta and fish.
From when dad won fourth place in the lottery,
from the old family pictures hidden in the closet;
yet to be recognized again.

I am from those moments.
A trunk with future carvings,
the roots that holds the family tree.

Pray For Japan

     A ten meter tsunami hit Japan, which preceded an 8.9 earthquake-one of the largest earthquakes recorded since the 1900’s- shocked the eastern part of Japan; leaving copious amount of dead bodies. Japan has never been in this condition since World War Two. Japan has been hit by many earthquakes before, but not by a fitful earthquake like this.

     Right now, many of the biggest countries have deployed search and rescue teams to facilitate the job of rescuing any survivors. Sadly, because of the mud and debris left over from the tsunami, it’s going to be hard for the fastidious dogs to differentiate the smell of a human and of a corpse. Unfortunately, there have also been tsunami alerts for the western border of North America, China, and Hawaii. It has also been said that Japan has moved three feet away from its original position on the map.

     To make matters even worse for Japan, a professional on nuclear power plants said that one of their nuclear reactors, the Fukushima Reactor, had leaked radiation; leaving a ten mile radiation in Japan. Now the residents in Japan are supposed to stay indoors for 24 hours and must stay at least twenty kilometers away from the radiation. It is crucial for us to help Japan during this moment of crisis.

Memoir- House On Mango Street

House On Mango Street

     The author of House on Mango Street is Sandra Cisneros. The title of the book is House on Mango Street because she used to live in a house on Mango Street, and this is where she grew up and went through her teenage years. The memoir is about a Mexican girl named Esperanza, and how she grew up in the United States in poverty. The author organized the memoir in vignettes.

     She learns that she didn’t want to be a stereotypical woman. She didn’t want to have the future as the other Mexican women have; being bossed around by their husbands.

     I thought that the book was okay, though it wasn't my type of book. This book is more recommendable to people who are looking to read a book about how people-specially people that are have different ethnical backgrounds-live in poverty. A couple of the vignettes of the book were a bit interesting, and some of the vignettes left you thinking about how harsh Esperanza’s life was when she was a teenager.


Lines We Love:
“Está muerto, and then as if he had heard the news himself, crumples like a coat and cries, my brave Papa cries.” (56)
“Hard to imagine her legs once strong, the bones had and parting water, clean sharp strokes, not bent and wrinkled like a baby, not drowning under the sticky yellow light.” (59)
“She is always sad like a house on fire-always something wrong.” (84)

What I Believe

I believe that whoever we,
see, hear, meet, and befriend,
shapes us into who we are.

I believe that music,
helps you think and relax.

I believe that life,
is one big tree.
Leaves,
may fall off and die,
but new ones are always formed.

I believe that life,
is like the waves of the ocean.
Pushing away its obstacles;
shaping and creating new ones.

I believe that faith shouldn’t decide,
 how we live,
or how our future is going to be.

I believe that we decide,
on how our future is going to be,
based on our actions.

I believe in karma,
and when it strikes,
it can inflict you,
for better or worse.   

I believe that,
in order for there to be an ending,
there has to be a beginning.

Disgrace to All Bank Robbers

     It all started when two psychopathic retards charged into a bank. Of course, they didn’t plan their robbery meticulously, because one of the pedestrians spotted them running across the street with guns in their hands. These two retards were Jack and George. Jack and George had a simple plan for their escape, escape from the back and assimilate into the crowd.

     While they were unlocking the vaults and taking out the money, Jack thought that it would be an excellent idea to cause a dissension about who got more money. The original plan was that Jack would get 55% of the cash, and George 45%. The extra 5% was because Jack planned the whole thing out. While the argument took place, the police were gathering at the front. By the time George helped Jack realize that his plan might get them killed, and that Jack should be lucky that George would be giving him the extra 5%, they finally noticed the red and blue lights that appeared from the police cars that were stationed at the front door.

     This time George planned their way out, but this one turned out to be even more retarded. His demands were simple; bring them a limo with champagne inside, to provide a safe route to the airport, and to give them a private jet that took them to England; or else they would kill one of the hostages. George wanted to be lionized for their robbery. What was even more stupid about these bank robbers was that they left their guns on the table while they picked one of the shackled hostages to take with them. One of the hostages was a policeman, so he jumped across to where the table was located and took one of the guns. He shot both of the idiotic robbers, and then went outside to report to the other policemen-that surrounded the complex- about what happened.

The Failed Assasination Attempt

Anarchy was the right word that described the chaos that was occurring in the main cabinet. Every time someone found out about the conspiracy on the assassination attempt that was going to occur in three hours, were reported dead by a car explosion.

     When in reality, they were apprehended and shackled to a foreign area, tortured, then shot to death. Obama’s State of the Union Speech was occurring in three hours. People in his own cabin wanted him dead because they worried of him being a “socialist”.

     The only problem that the vice president had, was that he was going to be sitting on Obama’s left-hand side. He was going to have to hire a contact killer to carry out his mission. The contract killer is going to go disguised as one of the family members of the nine year-old who died in the Arizona shooting. But, the assassination attempt failed when security caught him. Of course, when they caught him, he was headed to the Federal Bureau for interrogation. Then CNN reported him dead in a car explosion….