As If I Knew

Who could imagine that monkeys could be that dangerous? Just look at him! Staring with those big wide eyes with such act of innocence. Well, this little monkey which I call: the picture of the monkey, is not the culprit.

On our trip through Japan, we went to a very cool island near Hiroshima named Miyajima. It was great, all right but sure it was for tourists. Even how, we got a ferry to get to the island. It was really pretty. There were lots of deer, and in the mountain top, there were monkeys. I will leave the story of the monkey for now.

It was like 12:00m and sure it was hot. We saw this marriage in a temple, which was pretty boring. Obviously Japanese traditions are very different from ours, but I, in the shoes of the bride and family, would have a really bad knee and back ache. They were sitting down for about two hours. After watching a dance, which sadly I don't remember of what was it about, we headed to the restaurants and ate eel. You cant imagine how delicious that is! The combination of the sauce they were in with the rice was excellent.

We headed for the quest of the mountain. We would climb to the top, but first, we would take a pole cable. ( No one out of their mind will climb the hole mountain). As we arrived, there was a huge surprise: monkeys. I had never seen them in real life or in their "wild" nature (because it wasn't so wild). There were just there, running about and eating each other fleas. Such incredible creatures. As I was in charge of the camera, I was the one to take the pictures. I knew that a good photographer was the one who would be near to the picture. in that case, I did get too near. I was so happy while the little monkey would pose, until the man next to me, started glaring at him. Obviously, the aunt monkey, though he was challenging her, so she charged at us. Fortunately I had very good reflexes and I was able to escape the angry monkey's attack. Unfortunately, for the guy, it was too late for him.

Just kidding, really, nothing happened, but he did get quite scared. After almost being attack, I saw the little big poster which said, not to glare at the monkeys. I just wanted to kill that guy myself. I was kind of startled after the big fright, that I hadn't realized the picture that I had taken.

Crappy Birthday

There is nothing worse than a birthday, specially with my family. You may think that at least you get lots of presents and get to eat cake. It is also a very special day were you are the center of attraction because: its your birthday. I forgot to mention the fact the you also get older and have less years to live. Wo-Ho!!

With my mother's family, a birthday couldn't be so fun. They all come to our house with their dirty shoes and hypocrite smiles just saying, "who was the one of the birthday?". Usually I just have to say its me, smile back with all the joy of the world: because it is my birthday and then walk out with my heart broken. Well, at least you have presents: wrong! They always say, ups, I forgot your present, Ill buy it next time, or they just act as if they didn't forget who's birthday is or why are they here. The only purpose is to socialize or being with my grandfather.

I am glad that my birthday was long time ago, but today is my elder sister's birthday. She turns eight-teen, so it is a much more special occasion to go and eat cake. I don't like to attend the people and if you want more coke or food. I am glad that ours is just a family reunion, but they are like twenty! There is also the idea, that they are coming to our house, which I utterly detest.

At the moment of the singing, there is the eldest cousin, which aspires to be a singer. Near her, is my aunt, who aspires to be young, and also another singer. Then, there is my 94 year old grandfather, which has to sing. So there is a series of horrible, frustrating and exaggerating singing. Until I think the hell is over, it just begun. They sing another Mexican Happy Birthday, and then the Colombian again, which is a mix of a Spanglish Happy Birthday. After singing about the third Happy Birthday, they blow the candles out. It is time for my annoying little cousins who spit at the candles. My sister and I always have to watch carefully, to know which side is not infected by their slimy little mouths.

Another aunt, who's head looks like the dirty fire, her mocking smile just pronounces terror, and her face just grosses me out. Before the cake, she goes to it's secret sanctuary and puts her licked finger in it. Then, we all wonder, who must be the one who did it? She is the one to cut down the cake, but is not very pretty. She sticks her finger on the falling piece, she licks the knife and spoon before serving another, it totally gross me out. Is horrible, and no one stops her! I always try to not look because you live happily being ignorant.

They eat what they can, and they don't even bring a present. That is just great. Even if they brought a present, it is cheap and ugly, just like in Christmas. Who said that birthday's mean presents, it should be about love and caring of a person who is getting older and will die soon. There is not even happiness in the air. I just hate birthdays in our house, I hate them, I hate them, I hate them.

At Last, I'm done

Finally, after three whole days of hard competition, I am done. It was really frustrating and horrible! I think my muscles forgot the chip of competition style. Its been a really hard weekend and I am really tired. Every muscle in mu body aches and my brain is about to shut down. Anyways, I did well. At this period of time, swimming training is really long. The most miles you swim each day the better. So the results I'm competition are relevant. It also didn't mention that it was the first tournament of the year, so it is hard.

Since they told us about two weeks ago about the tournament, I was already nervous. I had remembered how I felt swimming in the nationals in my session round. I couldn't feel my legs, but I did feel a lot of pain. My arms couldn't go much faster, the wall was even farther and each breathe stung as thousands of bees inside my throat. So I was kind of scared that I should feel it again.

We started on Friday with a normal session like 100m freestyle. It is one of my laps that I should always be thinking of. When we presented to the judge and started doing my last nervous stretching. My swimsuit was killing me! It is those kinds of swimsuits that you spend at least half an hour to put it one. So I get on the platform and look at the pool. When the whistle is blown, I leap off as hard as I can. I started swimming as hard as I could, trying to not stay focus and to stop thinking. Seriously, ever time I focus of getting a low time, I usually end up getting a very high one. So I turn and realize that the girls were ahead. So I start going as fast as I could. I already forgot what happened, but I didn't end up really happy.

The other day, it was 200m freestyle. I was kind of sad for Friday's session, so I was really nervous. I stretched until I almost lost an arm. Again on top of the platform, but this time it was much more better. I was in the last heat of fifteen and over. ( I was competing against girls with sixteen years and much more...way more). I was again on the place of pain, and only hearing my desperate breathes. I arrived and felt so happy to realize that I did do it very well. While I was putting my clothes back one, they said I won second place! (oh, I just realized I forgot to get my medal :( ).

Even though I didn't do my best time (because at this period times are relevant) I had won second place. I had swam with girls in the armed force. I heard them saying that their training was form 4:00 in the morning to 6:00am. Then they had military classes or something like that and from 3:00 to 8: 30 it was all swimming. They swim about 7000 kilometers per day. That doesn't include ground work or weight training. Instead, my training is embarrassing. We just swim about one hour and a half with only 3000 kilometers if we are lucky. I think our training is just their warm up. Still, I am competing and winning against them. What would happen if I did train?

That afternoon, it was 400m freestyle. If you didn't know, my style is freestyle. I was really nervous because it was my second time, and I was again in the last heat with those military girls. I felt small and puny against them. I was so scared that I would be the one to arrive last. It was long, but it was cool. I swam as I knew how to. My arms would go really far and the water would rush through my body. I ended up really happy, and tired.

Sunday morning, 200m breastroke! Many people imagine it is the easiest style, believe me, it is not. Swimming breastroke is even harder than butterfly, way harder. You go so slow, but at the same time you have to go fast, get my point? So I swam the first 150m great. It was smooth, but hard. In the last lap, I couldn't go any faster, but I still continued as hard as I could even though I didn't have energy. I was in the last heat, and breastroke is not my style. I didn't even train for it. I remembered on Thursday that I had to swim it. Anyways, it was great and I did great.

Lastly, right after, we had 50m freestyle. It may be the shortest, but it is one of the hardest. Being short makes it a problem. When you have to go at full speed, in the first which is already the last lap you just get warmed up. I did okay, but I was extremely happy that it was now over.

Cool Video

Since the semester was over, now I have Pre-Ap Science class. It is so interesting, but damn it is confusing. There are so much planets and stars and everything! Tons of information. Since my childhood, the movies that have influenced my life at the most is Fantasia. It is incredible! The combination of music and the drawings, I love it.

I still cant bleieve that by the 1940's theses guys already knew about the solar system. The theories of comets that brought particles of life and water is completely new.


There is this part of the creation of our solar system and the earth, which I find very interesting. Besides, it helped me a lot in science.

Forty Five Non-Stop

There is nothing worse than resistance exercises. Like the ones that you have to run a mile in the least time you can. Well, this is much worse. Yesterday we had the pleasure of doing the exercise of swimming through forty-five minutes without stopping. It is hell!

We all began warming up. I am really stiff. I cant even reach my toes! Swimmers should be elastic, I am totally the opposite. I still wonder what am I swimming. Well seven years, why not ten more. So back to the topic, we were about to start. As the trainer blew the whistle, and I threw myself into the pool, my arms almost broke apart. It was horrible, they were still cold and stiff. I started fast, to get ahead of the waves of the idiots who swim beside. The first 200m were fast and perfect, but then I started drowning. I started realizing that in just 2:00 minutes I could swim 200m, so I was missing about forty three more minutes! I started panicking, it had just started.

As I continued, my arms were all numb. I swear ed to myself that I will never enter in a 800m or a 1500 m race. This was torture. My arms were aching, and the sun was shining as bright as ever. I figured that I would still be swimming until night, so there was a long way to go.

I continued, not focused or then the time would pass even slower. I tried to think and analyse my day, singing songs in my head and doing anything but thinking that I was in the pool. I still had to pass more and more people, because I went faster, but they took my time. I swallowed their waves and I almost drowned. I was really angry, but I was reaching the point were I would be tires, but I was sliding in the water. It is a good situation.

Time was slower and slower, I already had forgotten what I was doing, but I never stopped. I just felt how my muscles would grow with each stroke. I tried to see the watch on the wall to see how much time there was left, but it was impossible.

Finally, the sound of joy. It ringed over my ears as a heroic sound. It passed through my brain as a sign. The whistle. It meant there were only five more minutes left. I started swimming harder and harder, I had to do as much laps as possible before it was over. Then, I made the calculation again. There were five minutes left. In 200m were done in about three minutes ( because I was really tires). It took five minutes to do 400m, so there was still more time. Even though, I continued.

my goggles were killing my eyes, my cap was squishing my head, making it hurt. The five minutes were an eternity. At last, when I was about to make a turn and continue, the second whistle was blown. I stopped. Suddenly all the frustration and tiredness were out. The whole forty five minutes went blank in my mind, I was just there at the wall. I finished.

A Loss from a Dearest One

My entire life has been circling around in the way that I should die. As many say, death is terrible, the loss of a loved one is something that you just can grief. I had never experienced a death of someone until now, and believe, you will never be ready.When my grandfather called, and my father in a flat tone said, ¨grandma just died¨, I still don't recall what really happened. I all wished it were a dream, I could never imagine it, until the reality crashed in.

As I saw her laying asleep in the bed, I could just imagine that she was asleep. I knew she was gone, there was no back, but inside I wanted her asleep. As i get near to her, I see her finally resting in peace, and knew it was the end. She was still warm, and her face looked as younger as ever. I couldn't really count how long I stood staring at her dead body. Half of me was gone. I was identical to her, just like her grandmother.

They took her away in a black bag into a car. They would prepare her for the cremation of her body and her final goodbye. A the car took her away, there was an endless silence.

The cremation was as fast as possible. We had to overcome the loss or then it would be torture to all our family. In the cemetery, I was surprised of all the people who came. it went pretty fast, but as I saw her face in the coffin before saying goodbye, I almost couldn't make it.

After the ceremony, our biggest concern now was our grandfather. It was really sad. One month ago, they had celebrated their 50th anniversary. The same day of her death I saw her as happier as ever. She came to see my sisters in a horseback riding competition. Then, she went with my grandfather for lunch. He told us she was so happy that day. As they were going back to their apartment, she started collapsing, until her heart stopped.

The past months, I have been able to overcome my sadness. I miss her so much, but I know that it was time. I still have the days when I sit alone, and feel really alone. She has also been in my dreams, but they fade away as fast as her death.

Personality Type

Writing this whole blogs made me interested in what kind of personality I have. How am I seen at the other side of the net, and how weird can my posts be.

Even how, I recognized that most of the movie topics is the change of personality. For example, in the Devil Wears Prada, Andrea Sachs had nothing to do with fashion and was more like a modest person trying to survive society today. When she began the big changes, she would always say ¨Same Andy, just better clothes¨. In this case I figured about how could really people change.

After my great dilemma of the reality of life, I discovered how is our personality also affected by today's modern world.

Usually After 20s, people loose their openness. Resistance to change increases. Many find themselves unable or unwilling to make fundamental change in their lives. Even though some would like to change, it is still very hard. Our brains even create routines, and going through the same one each whole day, may be very difficult to break. Some people also attempt to change so fast, they just end even worse. Trying to change right now will be quite hard.
In conclusion, adults tend to be the most boring people on earth.

It also made me curious about how is our personality affecting us. So these are the Big Five Personality Traits:

Extroversion:
*If you are an extroverted person, you should be
•Cheerful
•Initiative
•Communicative
*You are not extroverted if you are (just to compare)
•Introverted
•Reserved
•Submissive to authority

Openness:
*You should
Love Novelty
Be creative
*If you are not open, you should be...
Conventional in thinking
Prefer routines
Sense of right or wrong

Agreeableness:
*If your personality is agreeableness, you should be:
•Know how to deal with others
•Friendly
•Empathetic and warm
*If your personality is the opposite, you should be:
•Shy
•Suspicious
•Egocentric

Neurotic ism:
*As a neurotic person you should be:
•Anxious
•Inhibited
•Moody
•Less self-assured
*As a non-neurotic person you should be:
•Calm
•Confident
•Content

Conscientiousness
*If you have this personality you should be:
•Organized
•Motivated
•Disciplined
•Trustworthy
*If you are not you should be:
•Irresponsible
•Easily distracted

World War I

It was the time of darkness and despair. The killing was just starting. The sounds were looming as planes came into attack. There was no trust between people, just hatred, fear and death. It was a living nightmare. It was the world at war.

Since the assassination of Austrian Archduke Franz Ferdinand wife Sophie in Sarajevo, Bosnia, things started to get complicated. The murder, Gavrilo Princip was a 19- year old Serbian nationalist member of the “Black Hand” a secret society committed to getting rid of Austrian rule. It started a chain of events and problems.

Austria declared war on Serbia. Even though Serbia was willing to have an international conference, Austria was not willing to negotiate which came to the result of the war. The same day, Russia, and ally of Serbia took action and orders the mobilization of troops towards the Austrian border. Even though the British foreign minister, the Italian government and the German Kaiser Wilhelm urged Austria and Russia to negotiate, it was already too late.
Why did Gavrilo Princip kill the archduke? Why did Russia and many other countries join the war so quickly? Who and/or what caused World War I?

By that time, Europe was facing a lot of changes; changes that helped propel the war. One of those was the rise of Nationalism.
Nationalism is a deep devotion to one’s nation. It caused intense competition and rivalry among the nations of Germany, Austria-Hungary, Great Britain, Russia, Italy, and France. There was also competition for materials and markets and territorial disputes (France-Germany over Alsace-Lorraine area). Austria-Hungary and Russia both tried to dominate the Balkan area. In the Balkans, the intense nationalism of Serbs, Bulgarians, Romanians, and other ethnic groups led to demands for independence. It was a very tense setting.

Other rising tensions in Europe were Imperialism and Militarism. Imperialism was another force that helped set the stage of war. Europe competed fiercely for colonies in Africa and Asia. The quest for colonies sometimes pushed European nations to the brink of war. As European countries continued to compete for overseas empires, their sense of rivalry and mistrust of each other grew. As well as militarism, the policy of glorifying military power and keeping an army prepared for war. European nations believed that to be truly great they needed to have a powerful military in case there was a rise of a dangerous European arms race. Military experts (generals) stressed the importance of being able to quickly mobilize, or organize and move troops in case of a war.

If Russia or Austria would’ve negotiated, the war could’ve been prevented. Serbia did want to negotiate at first with Austria, but Russia came by complicating the situation and setting the stage for war.

The Alliance System also complicated things up. The alliance system worked by growing rivalries and mutual mistrust led to the creation of several military alliances among the Great Powers as early as the 1870s. This alliance system had been designed to keep peace in Europe, but it would instead help push the continent into war. There were two alliances:
· Triple Entente: Britain formed an alliance with France. In 1907, with France and Russia.
· Triple Alliance: In 1879, Otto von Bismarck formed the Dual Alliance between Germany and Austria-Hungary, Italy joined in 1882.

The alliance system did complicate things. The alliance between Serbia and Russia made Russia send troops to the Austrian border. Later, Germany declares war on Russia and on France. Then Britain declares war on Germany; Italy joins the Triple Entente (France, Britain, Russia), arguing that the unprovoked attack allowed it to divorce itself from its old ally Germany. Germany attempts the Schlieffen Plan (German plan for a two-front war in which the German army would quickly defeat the French in the west and then race east to defeat the Russians), which called for a quick victory in the west against France, but French forces stop the Germans outside of Paris. Germany and Hungary will have to fight the war on two fronts. It was all a chain of events that started the Great War.

The advances in weaponry, from improvements to the machine gun and airplane, to the invention of the tank, led to mass devastation. For example, the Machine Gun wiped out waves of attackers and thus made it difficult for forces to advance. The tank moved on chained tracks and could cross many types of terrain and the submarine which was an effective warship. With it they kept weapons and supplies away from Britain and France (especially from the U.S). The poison gas caused death by choking, blindness.

Get a Life?

I have been asking my self for a while the big question: What is the meaning of living?
How are is someone supposed to live a good life?

Our life is a daily routine.

• Wake up
• Take shower and having a mild breakfast.
• Take the school bus
• Follow the schedule for each class.

When half of the day is over...

• Arrive home
• Do homework
• Stay in the computer or watching TV
• Dinner
• Watch more TV
• Go to sleep

It goes over and over the same way. The schedule never changes, and if there is change like there was an important party, even though the schedule is settled back in a few days.

You have been preparing yourself since you were little to do what? Get a job, spent half of your life working in it to get salary to maintain your family. With all these routines and schedule, when there is time for living!?!

There is always work and more work=stress. when do you get a rest? Vacations? Some people don't even get vacations. If we are all designed to live these way, then why should we live?

Some Attention Once In a While

WARNING: This post may go to the girly side.




I decided it would be like this just to make fun of it, and also to show you about my girly feelings, (which I consider pretty stupid). Even how, I also need to share my feelings. Anyway, as any girl does, they do want attention. I have been always trying to put it away, but I realized I would like it once in a while.

I realized that boys may be really cool when there are no stupid girls around. They are not the idiots drooling behind them. Between them, they are funny and very immature (which makes it really cool). They also tend to go to the cool side, were the people of only sports=no social life, can be pretty interesting too.

I as a girl, I don't like the stuff of shopping or considering (but not buying) clothes. As I go through my life of sports which I prefer to dedicate more to it, I almost don't go to loco parties and get drunk. I am not saying I like that kind of attention, it is really stupid. Even though, when the boys are sober and are not tending to do anything idiotic.

I sometimes feel kind of frustrated because supposedly people see you for your talents. The only thing I receive is a stab in the back. Why wouldn't boys like to hang out with someone that may know what they really want to talk about aka: sports? They instead prefer going after the stupid ones. well, I suppose some may freak out. It is not my fault that now most of the boys are so plain.

An Unnecessary Limit

The sports life is a total different experience. You get to compete and excel yourself in many different ways. Training may be hard, but winning is the price, in some ways.

Mostly, sports should be started at a young age. Children may learn fast and have more experience. Obviously, children can’t be pressured to be winners at such young age. Many competitive parents want their child with the gold, so they pressure them and pressure them on training and training, until training becomes a nightmare. Parents may think that there is almost no time, and they rush their children to victory, without even noticing if their child can follow or not.

Parents pressure on trainers too. Their kids must be always the first ones, so an intensive training is brought out. Many parents may not notice, but the human body also has limits. They may start winning, with incredible results that are even daunting. As they struggled for glory, they go faster to their disaster. Children start burning out, their bodies tired of excess. Every day with a seven hours training must also leave them scared.

The pressure is so hard because they have to be the first to maintain their families. At times, it is just too much; the children just can’t catch up with it. Usually, most of the children end up loathing their sport with their soul ad they are just too frightened to go back. For all the excess of training, most of them end up in surgery. Their bodies all worn out of tiredness and fatigue. Due to this, many of them may end up never being able to continue with their sports.
Nowadays, most of the teenagers that continue in their sports are really few. It is quite alarming how there were thousands of children that were sure of winning, and now there are just less than a half.

The parent’s pressure did not only burn their children’s bodies, but they also destroyed their spirit. Sometimes victory may be their defeat.

A Composition of Hope

The Pianist: Movie Review

I would recommend this movie to people who are interested in the holocaust, but I wouldn’t recommend it to everybody because the movie is too strong and traumatizing. It shows what really happened, but many scenes are very inappropriate for people to see.

The Pianist is a very good movie. It shows another point of view of the holocaust, in this case, the point of view of a Jew. The interesting aspect of this movie is that Wladeck Szpilman never went to the concentration camp. This story is different.

Wladeck Szpilman was a very good pianist that would play in the polish- radio. Unfortunately, Szpilman was a Jew and Poland was being invaded by Nazi power. It all began with the boycott against Jews. Even though Wladeck was with all his family, they were passing through a very difficult time with no money and a scarce diet of only potatoes and bread. When there was the new law that every Jew had to be marked with the Star of David, things started to get complicated. Jews were not able to walk on the sidewalk or enter restaurants or sit on benches. They couldn’t do anything. After Hitler decided to quicken things up, all the Jews were sent to a place only for Jews, these were the ghettos. Szpilman and his family had to leave all their belongings and live in an abandoned apartment. The ghetto walls were closed separating the Jews form the non- Jews. Many were dying of starvation or disease, but Wladeck continued playing the piano in a restaurant to lighten things up. The Nazi started persecuting Jews throughout the ghetto and killing them. There was news that the Jews were being moved to another place, a concentration camp. With fear of his family, Wladeck had to get a workers license for all the family. Unfortunately it didn’t work. Before getting into the train, a Nazi soldier pushed Wladeck away telling him he had saved his life, but Wladeck had been separated from his family. Wladeck had to start working with other Jews by undoing the ghetto wall. The Nazis with fear of an uprising would kindly let one of the Jews go outside the wall and get food for their companions. Even though, the Jews started an uprising bringing secretly guns inside the food inside the ghetto. Before the revolt, Wladeck asked a companion to make contact to a non- Jew friend to take him out. There was good news for Szpilman because he would go out very soon. After he escaped, he went to his friend’s house where he was taken to another house. They hid him in an apartment that was near the ghetto wall, so Szpilman had the view the revolt and how the Nazis killed his companions. Sadly, Wladeck received the news that his friend{s had been captured and killed. He decided he would take his chances in the apartment until one day the neighbor discovered him. He had to run away to an emergency address were his radio friend, Jurek, sister, Dorota, received him. He was locked in another apartment and another person would care for him. The problem was that that person was careless and Wladeck was dying of hunger. When Dorota came to say goodbye, the found Wladeck almost dead. After getting cured, many things started to get worse. Poland was fighting against the Nazis, so they started bombing the buildings and killing innocent people. Wladeck was trapped inside and his apartment was bombed. After almost being shot and almost falling off the building, Wladeck survived. He had to stay in the bombed hospital in front until the Nazis came again. They burned the hospital and Wladeck had to run away again. He had to hide in a half destroyed apartment. Desperate, he found a can of food. When he was trying to open it, a Nazi captain found him. He immediately recognized him as a Jew, but instead of turning him in, he asked him to play the piano. The Nazis installed in that apartment, but Wladeck would hide in the attic. The general would bring him food every day. The captain told him he needed to wait a few weeks because the Russians were invading. After leaving, the general gave him his jacket for the winter. He also asked him his name. Some days later, Wladeck heard car engines and saw the Russians. He came out, but he forgot he had the Nazi jacket. He was almost shot until a soldier recognized he was polish. They asked him why the jacket and he said he was cold. Many Nazi soldiers were captured and Jews were freed. When a group of Jews passes nearby a Russian ¨jail¨, one of the Jews started insulting and spiting. He mentioned about his violin when a Nazi soldier asked him about Szpilman. It was the general who asked for him and told the Jew to tell Szpilman he was there. Szpilman started again his life playing for the polish radio. He lost all his family. When the violinist told him about the general, Wladeck immediately went to the ¨jail¨, but it wasn’t there anymore. The only thing they knew about the captain was that he died some years later in a Russian ¨jail¨ and that his name was Wilm Hosenfeld.

I think that the worst thing that could happen to Wladeck is that it lasted too long. All the suffering and fear was too much and surviving but with all your family and loved ones gone doesn’t make sense to survive. If he could still be with his family, it would be okay surviving all those events, but in the end, Wladeck was alone. He survived all that suffering to suffer more.

I think that the Nazi captain helped Wladeck because he though himself in that same position and he thought of his family. He knew that Wladeck wasn’t a bad person or anything and he didn’t deserve to die shot or by starvation. In the end, many Nazi soldiers were captured and had to go through a small part of the Jews suffering.

The director´s survival of the Holocaust made the story of Wladeck have more meaning and what Jews truly experience. The director had life experienced all this so he was able to show the real situation.

The story really impacted me. It shows s the brutal and atrocious way of humans. I can’t believe people could have such a heart, torturing with fear and killing for no reason. How could someone be able to survive in those conditions? It may be worse than hell. Thousands of Jews living in such a small place with almost no food or medical care. Fighting for survival is almost impossible. What is more valuable is that many of them kept their faith.

The Most Powerfull Forces Against Me Part I

I was always wondering why did everything go wrong. Everything I wanted would go against me, or it will go backwards.

When I was younger, my team mates (swimming) and I would always pray to the great god of hail and rain, to pass a great cloud over us. With all its might it should send a lightning bolt that would rumble the earth. A great storm would come and last for three hours wiping upon earth that day´s training. Obviously, it never worked! From my entire 7 years of training, we have been only stopped training two times for a thunderstorm. When there is a thunderstorm, normally it ceases just on time for training. By now, I just gave up on the idea.

In the good side, when I think I may fail the test, sometimes I don't. That is because all the forces are against me and do the opposite as I wish. When I normally think, I want to lower my time in competition, it never happens, it gets worse.

It is so frustrating. I cant fantasise being the best woman polo player in history because the other day, I play horribly bad. I may think, well if I don't say it out loud, it wont happen. well it always does. Everything I do or will want to do, the forces will always take me on the contrary.
If I expect something to happen, I cant fear the reality because what it usually occurs is even worse than the reality. Reality vs. Expectation usually don't work in my case.

I had figured out that to have my expectations completed, I should think as most pessimist as possible. It may be very annoying, but is the only way. If I have cheerful and cool thoughts, it all end up in sadness and misery.

A short time ago, we were going to visit my mother´s friend{s hotel in India. I didn't know what to expect form it, because it is or the Rambaj Palace or the Oberoi Hotel, or it is a small and horrible place. It was hot and I was cranky, and didn't really wanna go. My big sister who had already been there told us it was terrible. I had figured that out because what do you expect in a hotel in India that costs just 2 dollars the night? i was really getting worried. With all my pessimists thoughts, it resulted that it was the most beautiful place I have ever seen. It was like a typical Indian style. It had polo horses, chipmunks and peacocks. it was like a paradise that costs just 2 dollars. The man even gave us six polo sticks! In Argentina each worn out stick may be of 100 dollars and 400 if it is new! The forces did as I didn't want to (or thought of), it was all the opposite.

I just need to start working on my opposite way of thinking, so i could fool this power. Maybe in the end, I will finally get what I really want. (Now for saying this, it will never happen).

to be continued...

It was worth it

There is one place I fell in love and it is India. as the movie slum dog millionaire showed (and many other movies and documentaries) it is poor. It is dirty and may have people everywhere, but it is fascinating. It is a whole different culture that not many people may understand. It is so complex and different, but it makes sense.

There is no fighting or hate, just peace. Peace in between societies. A starving person could be just outside the richest persons house, but they both leave just okay. Everyone of them knows that if they want to live in the next life good and wealthy, they should continue with their life happily doing no harm or live with jealousy.

To tell my experience, in words are too boring. So I uploaded this video made by me with my own pictures (some are from my twin sister and another from my father, but most are mine). So just drag your mouse and click in the video, and watch my trip along with the music.

Days of the Week

Ever since I start school, it feels like my life will be board out to death. Just thinking that I have to get up early and spent almost my whole day there freaks me out. Each hour feels like a day, each day as a week, each week as a month and each month as a whole year. I don't know why, but life seems to go slower.

As I realize that I will be spending most of my days in there, I figured I should make it go faster. Every Monday, I do think it is a Monday. The difference is that, every Tuesday, I think it is as a Monday. So when it is Wednesday, it is a Thursday! It sounds really stupid, but it is even better than thinking it is a Friday when it is just a Wednesday. Belief it has happened a lot of times and it is quite depressing.

I can describe each day of the week in simple sentences.

Monday: I'm going to kill myself.

Tuesday: Its almost suicide.

Wednesday: I have survived almost half of the week, but there are still two more excruciating long days.

Thursday: I have completed almost all the school week. But it is still not Friday.

Friday: we are the champions, my friends!

Now in simple words.

Monday: stress

Tuesday: more stress

Wednesday: the middle

Thursday: almost there

Friday: LOCO!!!

An Introduction

Since my Internet hasn't been working for a while I have used my iPhone to try and write my blog. Guess what? In my iPhone I am only able to write the titles. I guess it doesn't recognize the BIG BOX were you can write in. So I am here write now stealing Wi-Fi form my neighbours in my laptop that is not such a laptop because it really is a computer, with Wi-Fi Internet. So I can go around with my screen, CPU, keyboard and an energy conductor were ever I want. Even a cafe.

So in my case, I am not a big fan of arriving form school and lay on my bed, and probably get into face book. It is totally different. I just have to go through an excruciating swimming training (well it is not that painful). The difference from swimming and from many other sports is that, you are drowning. I will skip the fact that you are swallowing gallons of water with chlorine and who knows what else. I have been a long time in the swimming business and I think I have a special immune system based on chlorine. It could be really cool. There could be new medicine created to fight deathly diseases based on chlorine. I still wonder why haven't scientists come up with that.

Even though swimming is my primary sport, there are lots of others. We play polo, formerly show jumping and for a hobby just car racing and archery. If you really want to know (and if you don't you can just stop reading this so called boring blog) my father went to the Olympics in Atlanta in 1984. Sport: Archery. I wonder why it is not one of our primary sports. Usually parents want their children to fulfill their dreams. Well I just know that my father is my hero.

Obviously this blog is not only about sports or then it could be called Sport Maniac #1 or A Sports Life. They are just lame titles. In my case, I think my life is not normal as many other people's. Why? Just because I don't understand people. I like to live in my own bubble. A bubble in which it never opens to people or feelings. Just kidding, but this kind of bubble is isolated from the world, but it may also be opened to people.

So if you just want to read about Twilight and why Edward left Bella and why Jacob is the perfect guy (or is it backwards). DO NOT count on this blog.