Love Chapter Closed

OK well on July 2006 coming back from Mexico I met a guy named Juan. At first he would look at me then look away and start smiling. I was like OK whatever. Then my brother Carlos wanted to hook me up with him and gave him my number. He called me and we went out...I took a friend along because I was too nervous. Well at first I did not like him at all. He seemed too shy and he wasn't as tall as I liked, but he would call everyday and I wouldn't pick up. He called for 2 weeks straight, me never picking up. Finally I did. We went out again, and again and finally on November 19th he asked me to be his girl. I said yes. Things started OK. Then came the sex part. I was OK with it at first. But then we would do it almost everyday... it got to the point that I got tired of it. Then I went to Mexico like I mentioned before. Every time he would call me he would cry and say he doesn't want to lose me. I said "You know I'm yours, don't say that." Then there were many times I wasn't at my grandmas and he would then say "You're probably out with some other guy having sex with him." I was like "I told you I would never do that." Then me being sentimental would start crying, but my cousins told me... "If he doesn't trust you there isn't love." He wanted to ask for my hand once I got to Florida.. I told him wait for me 3 years and he tsked and said "3 damn years." That hit me and made me realize.. if we did hook up what will happen to us in 3 years. So I broke up with him July 25. We lasted 8 months. I gave him everything..and I guess he didn't appreciate it all at the end. He keeps calling me, to give him another chance, I already did. But I'm not going back to him. It's another chapter closed.

My 18th Party

Ok well as you might tell, I'm part Mexican. There this thing called a 15th part. Its like a sweet 16th. But in Mexico they celebrate either 15 or 18, mostly 15. I have always wanted my 15, but my parents decided to give me a car instead. So then they decided to do my 18th party, but I said no I want a new car. But still they gave me the party. I was like hmm everything came out the opposite. Well summer of June-July 2007 I went to Mexico to start planning my big day. The party was to be held the 14th of July.

So every girl celebrating is treated like a princess. They have to have about 6 guys to do a small dance. So the girl can be in the spotlight. I had 11, they are: Cesar, Luis, Pepe, Lalo, Chucho, Carlos, Geovani, Bam ban, Steven, Joel, and Edgar.

The party was awesome!! An unforgettable night. I thank everyone that made it possible. I danced and danced and danced until 5:30 in the morning. Can you believe that!! Lol.

Sad but...Relieved

Ok well it's been a while, and I've decided to write down a few lines. Well first I'll start off with something I forgot to write about or just never did because it hurt. Ocober 15, 2006. Unfortunately my grandpa past away. It all started with his diabetes. He was on this thing called a dialisis. It had something to do with a tube, connected to his body. With it they put a liquid in and out. Supposedly it cleaned his system out. Helped protect because his body was already weak. Well he got infected and went on surgery to have the tube removed. It was a succesful surgery. The doctors said he still needs the tube, so they decided to put it on again but to wait another week. The week passed, again the surgery, and again it was succesful.

That was about all I heard until October 16. My mom, brothers and me all woke up early excited because we were going to go to a Mexican concert. All of a sudden the phone rings. My mom starts crying and screaming NO NO NO MY GOD NO! I quickly ran to her and hugged her really tight to make her feel like she wasn't alone. And after taking her deep breath, I heard words that I thought I would never hear. Well, I knew I would but not just at that moment. She said " Mi papi se murio," meaning my dad died. I was like WHAT, but how, they told us he was ok when we last heard from him. I didn't know what to do but cry. But the tears wouldn't fall down. So the concert thing was over, and my mom got her things ready to go to the airport. She left that same day.

At first I blamed it on God. But then I thought..God saved him. He was suffering so much already from his diabetes. He's in a better place. And I guess God wanted him up there with him. It's been over 9 months, close to 10 months. I just hope I see him whenever my time goes to an end.