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Hey guys, my story: "Don't stop" has finally been added a few more parragraphs. Don't forget to drop by again. Soon I'll post more of it.

Have an excellent day!.

Nora

Please Read this!!

Hey everybody guess what? In three days it’s my birthday!
December 24.
Well it almost my birthday, in just a few hours more and well, everybody is celebrating something and I’m wondering if they remember what they are celebrating. But when I tried knocking on several doors, nobody answered. Or people just closed the door in my face, because I wasn’t dressed enough, or because I had no gifts for them. Hmm this is a little bit weird.
Since everybody seemed to be having too much fun I decided to slowly enter a very big house, nice lights around the roof, all decorated, and full of candy canes in the sidewalk. In the inside, the first thing I saw and came to my attention was this pine tree full of lights and decorations. While I sat there on the corner I was trying to understand what was going on, I couldn’t understand why nobody was happy to see me.
12:00 a.m. Woo Hoo! MY BIRTHDAY is HERE!! Everybody is shaking hands, hugging and kissing. But when I tried reaching out to anybody, nobody reached back to me. Why are people forgetting that this is my birthday? Then a fat guy dressed in red came in, and he looked drunk, what’s all this HO HO HO about? He had a big bag full of gifts. Well, at least a gift will make me a bit happy. But the gifts where all gone and my hands were empty, not only my hands but my heart was empty too.
That’s when I decided to make a party of my own; I invite everybody and invite them to realize that this celebration is more than just HO HO HO and more than just gifts. Is about somebody that died for all of you. And that somebody is me, Jesus Christ.

Things that come from the heart

Buzz, buzz. The door opened. I went to the elevator and clicked on the button. 4th floor as usual. I could hear footsteps along the left side from the elevator, where I was heading, and then I realized it was my own. Knock, knock, knock. “Nora, Nora, Nora! Nora’s here Mama!” The door opened and Serena came flying to give me a hug and say hi.
Today, I found the invitation of Serena’s birthday party on the fridge along with the Thank you card for assisting. So right now, I was thinking about this day. One of the days that it was fun for me going to their house.
“Hi Nora! Come in.” I came in and Sophia came running behind Serena, as usual Sophia following Serena around, wherever she went Sophia went after her. I sat down on what was the family room. The family room was actually pretty spacious, on my left the T.V., the couch was behind me which was kind of weird since it was a different angle to watch the T.V. to my right I saw Serena’s and Sophia’s toys. In front of me I could see the window that wasn’t anything special all you could see was some cars parked and the road with some green trees.
When I sat down I started tickling Serena and she laughed so much. Then Sophia came to join the fun. When their mom left, we played on Cinderella on the DVD. You have all watched Cinderella from Disney.
Then I saw Serena running around the whole room, searching for something. Throwing her toys here, there, moving everything. “Hey whatcha looking for sweetie?” I asked. Then she said almost like a grown up, “I need my wand, I need my wand because I am the fairy!” Then on the background I could hear the song starting, “Salagadoola mechicka boola bibbidi-bobbidi-boo.” Then since Serena was worried that she was not going to be the fairy without her wand I had to invent her a wand, so I found what looked like a stick from her toys and that made her happy. She started dancing around and singing and closing her eyes and moving in circles. All I could do was laugh; it was so adorable watching her be the fairy godmother. Then she pretended to make the horses appear and the carriage out of a pumpkin. Time after, when the prince and Cinderella started dancing she told me that she wanted to dance with me. So she closed her eyes lightly and stuck her nose up in the air and pretended to be Cinderella and dancing at the ball.
And now she is a princess and she will dance forever in the kingdom of heaven.

Don't Stop

(This is the beginning of a story, it is fiction)

In the end of the conversation, the decision was made. Neither of them was going to open their mouth. At least that was what they both thought.
In the beginning I thought this was all a joke, well, not a joke but definitely a dream, hmm now I’m not so sure what I thought this all was, but… You know what; let me start from the beginning.
Twenty six years old, and I must accept that I am a player. If I could blame what happen to something, it would for sure be that this all happen, because I am a player. I fool around with chick’s emotions and end up getting what I want. This happen not because of Karma, not that I don’t believe in Karma, believe me, I have my respects to Karma, but this happen because of specifically one chic who stole something. What was stole was my soul. Literally.

Four years ago my friend Travis and I were going to start living the new life. We promised each other (I know, I know sounds too sissy but you know what? Sometimes guys are sissies, not that I am one, anyway… getting unfocused here) the promise ended up like this: we weren’t going to be players anymore.

Chapter Two
When we were 22, Travis’s girlfriend almost died trying to “save” Travis from jumping off the roof. I still remember everything like it was yesterday.
“Look man, help me out here, Lorraine knows that I cheated on her and dude she is so freaking hot so you better help me plan this out to get her back.” That was the sentence I didn’t want to hear, even though I was a jerk with every chic I knew, I never took drastic decisions but Travis is my buddy since we were born, so I had no choice here.
“Fine, just because you’re my man Travis, but you owe me a big one.” I told Travis still unconvinced. “Ok, so all I have to tell Lorraine is that you are trying to kill yourself by jumping off the roof? That sounds easy. Perfect. Done.” Sarcasm is my best friend. “Hey I would do this for you. So Bakur here is the deal, I am going to sit on the ledge and of course I’m not going to jump, I just want to freak her out to make her think that I am doing this because she broke up with me.” Travis told me. (Please don’t make fun of my name Bakur doesn’t sound as bad as when you read it.)
Lorraine was an amazing person; she used to dedicate her time in volunteering in whatever she could. But what she like the most was volunteering at the organization for the deafblind. She had amazing curly hair, 5”5, and the most amazing body you can imagine, if it wasn’t that we were buddies I would have already have Lorraine in my hands, that’s how incredible she was.
When I called her on the phone and broke the news I heard, “Ooh my God, ma’am… ma’am are you ok?” It was a man’s voice. All I could think was, Ooh crap now I killed Lorraine too.” When she answered the phone again, I couldn’t believe it was her, her voice change completely. Her breathing was so heavy and fast I could hear it even if I separated the cell phone away from my hear three inches. That was when I started regretting this whole thing.


To be continued...
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Everyday you learn something new...

Today while I was wasting time on the internet I learned something new. My favorite car, Beetle from Volkswagen (that's the one I will buy... one day) was the idea of Hitler, yes, Adolf Hitler. He came up with the idea while being in the prison in 1924.

Today

Today I had my french class, totally broke down crying when the instructor mentioned that he gave lessons to the woman who killed her own two little daughters. In one second it brought back all the memories. This is just unfair, I'm supposed to get over it, turn the page, it's a new day. But things happen for a reason, the world it's beautiful just look at this picture. Look what God gave us... take advantage of what you have, before it's too late. Have a nice night.

Wishing upon a star...

Tell me a story, in which the ending will always be happy. But since that is not possible we wish upon a star and we wonder how many times we have to fall in order to get what we most cherish. But think again, life would be worthless if we never fell down, how do you think we have angels on earth? Angels are fallen people from heaven. See, falling is not necessarily bad. But keep on wishing upon a star and in the closing stage you will realize that wishing upon a star is wishing to your self that you must try harder to accomplish your dreams.

You go along in my heart...

Because life goes on
you must learn how to let go
Because the world doesn't stop
I know sometimes we are high and low

Tears might fill up the skies above,
with a larger emotion that you might not know
But if you keep yourself together
Some day you might understand that we are all in this together

Today the world keeps on going
Because two angels went to heaven
I will miss those angels
but keep them in my heart forever.


Serena and Sophia, I love you very much... I know you are safely in home where you belong and that is heaven. ----- October 4th 2006..

Murder

This is not a writing, neither a story, nor a feeling. Tuesday morning my brother, who is visting me, a friend and I went off to Hunstville, Ontario for the day. We stayed overnight on a cheap hotel and left Wednesday.
Rewind a little bit, every Tuesday I babysit for two little girls three year old and one year old. Their mom (single) goes to French Class on Tuesday evenings, therefore I go and babysit for the girls. Monday morning I call this woman, I had no answer so left a message. Monday evening she calls me back and I ask her, "Hey how are you doing?" In her regular tone of voice she answers me , "I'm ok." Then I ask her, "Would you mind if this Tuesday you get somebody else to babysit for your girls, because I'm going up north for two days." Then she answers me, "Yeah that is ok, no worries, really." Then she asks me, "But are we still on for Thursday morning?" Thursday she had a scheduled Court. She is divorcing her husband and they are fighting custody. (At least they were) I assured her that I was going to pick her up, take her to court, and then bring the girls to my place. After she's done on court I'll drop them off at their house.
Ok, back to where I was. After spending time at Hunstville, I came back on Wednesday to my friend's ball hockey game, got a drink, and head back home. I got ready for bed and I remembered, "OOOH STUPID MEE, I'm babysitting tomorrow morning." In the morning I got myself ready. When finished my shower I was going to call this woman to see if she was ready for me to pick them up. As I go and grab the phone it rings. "Hello?" I answered. I was kind of thrown off since it was still early for somebody to call. "Nora, get somebody to be with you right now." I was half dressed. Nervous I went downstairs, there was somebody with me. "Ok, what's up?" The voice on the other end was shaky, it seemed like it was crying and barely finishing a sentence. "Nora, this woman(this woman I was suppose to pick up) killed her daughters yesterday." My friend on the other end told me this. WHAT THE FU*K. I couldn't believe it I was in shock. I need to get this out of me cause I still can't believe it, I was suppose to pick her up today. On Tuesday night (if I wouldn't have cancelled babysitting) I could have made a difference in her decision. She called 911 on Wednesday morning saying that her daughters were dead. Could I have changed what happen? I don't know what to say.

Have a good day

Your surroundings will make you even bigger than you are. The stars are there, day and night, amazing they will always be. But the night makes them the spotlight for you too see, and even on the beautiful sunshine they will not succeed. Up and down the sounds will go of the crickets echoing till’ 90 degrees have gone by. Under the weather the world doesn’t stop, ‘cause life goes on even if you stop. To be continued. . .

One of the writtings...

Today; not my day. Woke up with the right foot, did I say that wrong? I went to sleep with the left foot? Whatever! Again same old routine, school, home, activities, full of activities I have no time for me! I get to school, the teacher (no name, for her protection) flunks me again, and whose fault is it anyway? Mine not, of course. She does it all wrong. Then I see her, she’s laughing that again I failed. Ooh I’m going to… I’m running with all my energy I can have in my whole life and then I stupidly fall down. Then I wake up. WOW! What a dream, I wish that I was 17 again. Did I think I had problems before? Well I don’t have problems today. I go to work; I’m still working with my dad selling insurances in New York Life. I remember when I started working there when I was 18 and look at me today. How fast ten years have passed. I’m a very good mother who loves her husband. I adore my four little ones (the last one was not planned), two boys and two girls. Boy, girl, boy, girl. My biggest one is five and I have them all one after the other. They are like little devils. Thank God I’m very energetic. I love them though. I think I must stop talking to myself; I look like a mad person. Well let me go to sleep again, let’s see if again I… I said stop talking to yourself! Are you crazy? Why am I fighting alone? Then again, I see the teacher, do I really hate her? Yeah I do.

True or false?

Hey guys! It's time to put those brains to work.

True or false?
1. The lighter was invented before the matches.
2. To determine an infinite product we use the infinite sign, the real name for infinite sign is (∞ -like a sideway 8.) : Lemniscate.
3. 111,111,111 x 111,111,111 = 12,345,678,987,654,321
4. Ozzy Osborne's real name is John Michael Osbourne
5. The noise coming out of a duck (Quack) does not produce an echo.
6. There are more females than males in the world.

If you want the answers I'll post them soon :) Have a nice day

Relief for your mind

I’m stressed out I want to sit down. There’s only a place in which when you sit, your fingers free all your anger. A rhythm flows smoothly from my head to my toes. Melody is now floating in the air, fills the room I forget everything I feel, I’m concentrated in nothing, I’m concentrated in feeling free, I’m not only concentrated in playing the piano, but I’m concentrated in being one with the piano.


That "piano" on the top, I made it out of cardboard on highschool... isn't it cool?

Imagine

Waiting, waiting and more waiting. Your feet were moving like a swing, they seemed unstoppable. The palms of your hands are staring to sweat. Everybody, your mother, father, brother and sister are there. You smell, typical, all hospitals smell the same. You turn up and see the lights, you remember the time your tooth was taken out by the dentist it was the same type of light. You turn and look at the blue door; it’s opening slowly, GOSH! You wish you were not yourself anymore. The man in the blue navy pants comes out, has a coat on, it is the kind you used in science lab. Suddenly he told you to come in. You get in and he describes that what you have it’s not easy to handle, but it can be controlled. Your world just spin around, you start crying and you feel like you are going to faint. Your mother hugs you. You’ve just been told that you had cancer.

Picture: Michelle E. Elizondo, (My best friend's cousin (cancer) ) Please, who ever can make a prayer do it for Michelle E. Elizondo. She has cancer and she's only 4.

Pictures with a feeling...

The first horse-drawn wagonways appeared in Greece, Malta, and parts of the Roman Empire at least 2000 years ago, using cut-stone track.
This is nice picture isn't it? I took it in April.. :)

This is one of the pictures that I love... But opinions are welcome... What colour does it look best? I would like to know what people like better... Anyway have a nice day :)

How things change

Nature is incredible: 3rd Grade
Sitting down... Tick tack, tick tack. My pencil went on and on and on. Please bell please just ring! I thought to my self. "And as you can see Mexico is down here below the United States.” My teacher kept on going. "The main food on Mexico is th..." RRRRRRIINGGGG.
"YEAH!! The bell the bell the bell!" I gather my stuff as fast as I could waved good bye to my friends and my teacher and raced to the Science Lab. "Hello Mrs. Dalton! I'm here all ready I can't wait to get my plant as you promised me!" I said jumping up and down. "Well relax Nora, of course I am going to give it you just give me a minute." After five minutes of touching everything I saw, spiders, centipedes, snakes on bottles Mrs. Dalton said, "Here you go Nora! Keep on your good work at our Experiments!" She had barely finished when I said, "Ok Bye!" I remember, my manners were not as good as I thought they were, that's why my Mom kept on scolding me, now it makes sense. "Hi Daddy! Look what I got! I got a humongous plant!" My dad laughed and said, "Well that is not humongous it's maybe 30 cm." After I looked at him and realized that it wasn't as big I said, "That's ok I'll plant it and take care of it." That's how I got my plant. What's the size? Well after more than ten years that plant grew to be over 2 meters. I know impressive huh?

3rd Writing: Think, wait, stop, time?

Think, wait, stop, time?

Time. What is time? Does it sound like 6pm? Is it a measurement to tell how fast the world goes, or perhaps how slow? People have different perception about this four letter word which has very extent content. I certainly think that this word is everything; a moment which will never come back.
Time will constantly keep going, you can’t stop it, and you can’t make it go faster. You may ask why does it always go, and it’s a question that everybody has, “Why doesn’t it ever stop?” Or even better, why can’t we control it, after all, it’s our time. But you may now be refused to the idea that you can control time. What would you need to stop it? What would you need to travel through time?
Maybe time travel does exist, and if it does, what would happen? Imagine all the consequences this will bring. Not necessary negative of course. Time travel would become more common than going to the beach. That would be a great human invention and it will obviously mean a great profit for the inventor. The technology would advance more, because they could bring the scientist from the past which will help invent more things. Or, think, maybe you can stay in year 1000 and prevent wars, prevent people getting born; you can completely change, not just history, but the future. Who knows? This is only a little science fiction story which everybody would undoubtedly love for it to happen.
I’m not the kind of person who would lose track of time and think about what an happen in 100 years from now, or what could happen if something was different in my life. I just like to think about the present, as an adventure; that’s why it’s called present, since it is an unimaginable gift. And when somebody tells you that you should live this day as if it was your last day, you should believe that. There will never be another September 1st, 2006.

Second Writing.. it's about perception.

People have their own way of seeing and perceiving situations. So, in a problem, who is right and who is wrong? Is there a possible way of discovering that?
Woof woof! I notice that the dog had a recent scratch on the top of her nose. “See that scratch on the dog’s nose?” Nicholas asked. Uuhh is so difficult to see, hmmm let me think were can it be? Duh, it’s so obvious. I thought. Nicholas is the father of the two kids I’ve been babysitting. I wouldn’t exactly call it babysitting; 10 and 12? Do they even need a sitter? Anyway. “Yes I can see it.” I answered in my most polite way, well you have to be polite, that depends on the amount of money you are getting, no? “The dog was running and ran underneath the picnic table and scratched her nose.” Nicholas said. Then I just tried being nice, I smiled and said, “Ooh poor puppy.”
I was looking around. Boxes, boxes and more boxes. They were about to move so the house was a total “mess” according to Nicholas. I couldn’t really see a big mess, but then again, people see things differently. The big picture of the small red and yellow airplane on top of the fireplace was still there. The piano was there too, I really didn’t like that piano, it sounds like a plugged nose. “Hi Nora!” I looked over and I saw Laura, Mom of the two boys. She looks taller than before; I looked down and saw she was wearing the highest heels I’ve seen, even though I wear high heels and she is very tall no matter what shoe she wears. “Hello Laura, how are you?” I asked. “Good thank you!” As soon as Nicholas sees Laura he said, “Honey? Why are you all dressed up?” And Laura says, “It’s a theater! Why are you wearing jeans?” After discussing what he was going to wear Nicholas went upstairs and changed. It was kind of funny seeing them fight about over how to dress.
While Nicholas was upstairs changing, Laura looks over at the sliding door and there was the brown lab sitting down with her tongue hanging from the left side. “Oooh my silly little pup” She opened the sliding door to let her in and continued, “Look at your nose, how is It.?” She asked the dog with a tone of voice that sometimes people use to talk to babies. The dog was wagging her tail so hard that all of her back was moving with her. “Did Nicholas tell you what happen?” Then I said, “Yes, that she scratched her nose.” Then Laura answered, “Yeah, poor puppy was playing outside and was running and missed the corner by a little bit and hurt her nose very much.” This is another example in how people see and perceive things in a different way. Why didn’t she say it like Nicholas, “Ran under the picnic table and hurt herself.”? So anyway it was humorous noticing that difference.
The boys ran inside the house and I showed them the ball that I bought for them. Lawrence said to me, “Look at the dog’s nose! I did it! Well we were playing outside with the ball. So I was throwing it to John but when we were playing the dog was trying to get it. So I threw it under the table, you know where the seats are so the dog went underneath there so she scratched her nose.”
So here is the last example. A father, mother and a son explaining a situation, which they are probably wanted to say the same thing, but because each of them saw and perceived the situation differently they explain it how their eyes saw it. But it doesn’t mean that somebody is wrong. It’s just the truth described 360 degrees.

First Writing... Pretty Amazing

There was a contest, you could win a Cruise the only thing you needed to do is write why somebody needs a break. I wrote this in behalf of my friend "Mitchel". It is a true and sad story. He didn't win the trip any way. But enojoy! Comments are welcome!

12:26a.m. “Good night Mitchel.” He tells himself, pats on the back and closes his eyes. “Ooh man, come on, I know you can do it, what you have to do is: in the concert you start playing the keyboard then when I start singing you go for the bass and start on the second verse that’s all, you just have to kind of run from playing one instrument to the other.” Mitchel told Rick, the guy from his band, while he was fixing his hair. Gees I guess I have to cut my hair again, I can’t easily do a pony, he thought. “Ok, so let’s start rehearsing for our concert, one, two, thr…” Today the weather is not looking good; it will be raining all day long. 10 degrees in the morning and it will increase all the way up to 20 deg… PUM! 5:01 a.m. Ooh Jesus will you let me sleep some more? He said to himself while he scratched his bald head. He reached over at Monica and she was sleeping, so he gave her a kiss without waking her up. Leaving his dream behind of when he still had his band and had hair he jumped on the shower. While he was in the shower he heard a noise, continuous BAM…BAM…BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM. “Ooh man” He said out loud. He grabbed a towel and went to his girls’ room. BAM, BAM, BAM. “Roby stop that now!” Mitchel said to his youngest daughter who usually bangs her head against the wall at least 2 times per night. “Daddy, I want more milk” The three year old said. Mitchel got her milk cup, got dressed and went downstairs. He was walking a little bit faster than usually, MIAAUU; he stepped on Chase, one of his three cats. “Stupid cat, go away.” When he got to the kitchen he saw a big mess. “You have to be kidding!! Sassy come here NOW! Out, OUT! Bad dog, bad girl!” And he started cleaning up, all the garbage that Sassy had gotten out of the trash can. There was cucumber in the family room, bags of chips under the table, napkins all around the fridge and tons of more garbage. He stood up slowly, turning his head up to see the clock. 5:46 a.m., read the flower clock he got in a raffle at work. Trying not to make so much noise he got upstairs and got the laundry basket of his bathroom, which was full and got the girls basket as well. He separated the clothes by colours and then he put in the bigger load. He closed the door of the laundry room, so that it wouldn’t wake up anybody. As he got outside he looked at the floor, it was a mess, full of cat fur and stains everywhere. I’ll do it when I get back from home, he thought. He got his things then he saw his watch 6:10 a.m. Oh shoot! I am going to be so late! He said to himself, and ran outside with all of his stuff. He got in the car and speeded up.
“Good Morning!” said his co-worker. “Having a nice day Mr. Mom?” “Cut it out! You know I don’t like it when you say that!” Mitchel answered her. He was often teased by being Mr. Mom. Why? Well his wife Monica, has Chronic Fybromyalgia, often in bed most of the time. “So with whom are you leaving the girls? With your mom?” his co-worker asked. “With a nanny, she lives with us and we pay all of her expenses, which also includes her food.” Mitchel said. “Ooh, isn’t it that way too expensive, it’s like having another member in your family!” She exclaimed. “Yes, it is, but then who will take Dilana to school and look after Roby, I have no choice.” Mitchel thought sadly. Sometimes he can’t stop thinking if his two precious girls are ok with that girl that takes care of them, that stranger. Stranger in a way. Sometimes he wishes his wife was better. Sometimes he doesn’t even know what to think or wish for. “Mitchel…MITCHEL!! Are you ok? You look somewhere else? I’m sorry I know you need a break from everything but there’s a meeting today which you should go, it’s at 11:15 in the conference room.” She said giving him a smile and walking away. “Thank you.” Mitchel said softly. So he went on to his office, his office which he wishes it wasn’t his, to do the job that he wishes he didn’t had, he wanted to do something more, something else, something with his hands, playing guitar, fixing guitars, fixing everything; being super dad, not Mr. Mom. But still he loved his life.
He got home; the nanny was struggling with the girls. “I told you that I am NOT going to have a bath, and I will NOT change my mind!” Dilana screamed to their nanny. “Dilana! What’s wrong with you apologize now! We don’t talk that way!” Mitchel scolded her. Then he felt so bad for being the first thing he said to her during the day. “Ok sweetie, go on and please have your shower, and I’ll see what we’ll have for supper.” Mitchel go the floor vacuum and vacuumed the floor. Then washed the floor, by that time it was 5:47 p.m. He changed the load from the washing machine to the drier and then he put in the next load. He walked to the family room, and instead of getting angry he breathed in and out several times. Then he called the nanny. “Please, you have to make sure that if the girls play with some toys, they need to clean it up, I don’t want you to do it, I just want it to be done.” Mitchel said looking around the 2 dozen toys that were in the family room. He cleaned up that and open the fridge. He started making supper, left it for a little bit and went with Monica to their room. She was still sleeping. “Monica…Monica … Hi honey, how are you feeling?” Mitchel asked her with a sweet voice. She opened her eyes slowly letting the light come in. She closed them again. Then finally open them and said “Bad, the pain is all over my body.” “Ok, well start waking up because supper is almost ready.” He gave her a kiss and finished supper. “Girls, supper is ready!” They came down and thank God today they were in a good mood; they ate their supper without a fight. After that Monica sat down on the couch and watched TV with the girls. Mitchel finished the laundry and was exhausted. He needed a break, so he went down to the basement and got lost in his music. Playing his guitar, playing the notes and listening for nothing but music. But his break can’t last forever. “Daddy…Daddy…DADDY I NEED YOU!”

Can't believe what's going on?

Unbelievable I forgot again about Blogger! You know I really love this thing; the problem is getting people to read my stuff. But, how am I going to get people to read my stuff if I keep forgetting to write in here? Well I’m not going to put boring stuff don’t worry. I’m going to publish some of my writings; anybody is free to comment on them. Some names have been changed. (for privacy of course) . . . Besides writing I love taking pictures I took this one.