My True Confession

Friday, November 20, 2009, I started to post my blogs. I do have a confession to tell to all my fellow bloggers, at the beginning of my blogging time I said that I would write about about what happens to me on a daily basis, what I meant was that I was going to write about what happens to me in my imagination. Writing about my daily life is something very personal. In some of my stories, I may have put very little about what happens in my life but the rest is all bull.
When I was young my mother taught me that what happens at home stays at home, in other words; that whatever happens in my life is to myself or to people I trust the most.

Your identity is your most valuable piece of life. any word posted on the Internet is in control of the Internet, who know maybe in a few years they may blackmail you for money all because you agreed to the terms and conditions that they have every time you make yourself a user of a website.
Remember this in the future.

Michael Blackman

The True Reason

Over the years I've been in many schools (3), and moved to many places (Cayman Islands and Panama), but never I've wanted to stay in the place I moved to. when they gave me the news that we were going to move to Panama
I went mad, I honestly runaway form home (to my neighbors house for about an hour), and I had decided I was never going to comeback, my parents played along, I was 6.
A year had passed in Panama, everyday I would beg and beg and beg to go back, I always got the same answer.
One day my dad had came back from work and decided to go on a trip to Cayman Island, the whole family, one last time. I was so excited that I could piss my pants, Cayman was all I could dream of and my friends and the amount of stuff I would do. I had it all planed out in one of those cute detective booklets.

Things To Do

1. Have fun
2. Have more fun
3. Have even more fun

And so on...

I wasn't sitting by the window on the way there, my sister was. When the plane landed I was so happy my cheeks almost popped. Then as we got out, I saw it, I didn't see the memory I had sen a year ago I hated that image, I hated my Cayman.

I realized that whatever decision our parents make is for our own good and safety.

Thank you dad.

Slice of Life Thursday

I hate when my folks start to fight, I really get scared and i may have pissed my pants once (not kidding). Every time they fight I think my friends who's parents are divorced, i have many of them. Most of them say that they will come back together one day, and others say that they don't mind it (its obvious that they are really sad). I cant imagine myself in a situation like this, i would be so mad I would probably never speak to them again, make them get together. Most parents think that we don't understand much, but believe it or not us kids are smarter than adults.

Mother's Day

In my house everybody is allways wanting to know who is incharge of the house or who is the person you ask permission for something. Ever since my Sister left to boarding school all my folks ever do is brag about her or piss me off for not being perfect. Normally we fight a lot but yesterday was different, yesterday was Mother's Day.

Useually we do the same old custom type of Mother's Day such as, making her breakfast, cleaning the dishes and do extra chores, to me this meant making her cereal, pouring water in the glasses and leave the dishes for my dog to clean, and chores; leave the house to not be a pain in the @$$.

When somebody tells me something I like them to be descriptive, like when somebody tell me to shut up, I could go quiet for day all because they never said how long, you know what i mean.

Memoir Monday

When I was young I used to get into many fight, insult people for no reason etc. I had a really bad anger issue, I always felt like hitting someone just because they would make me loose my time, in other words I was a bully.
My memory isn't really the brightest bulb in the shop but it was kind of hard for me to remember this. It was a Friday, I had just came back from school angry because my mother embarrassed me in front of the whole class about my baby pictures, I was in kindergarten. I really felt like hitting the car, ripping the picture book into pieces but then my mother turned on the radio. you guys know the the song "Hey Macarena" well I enjoyed it, I even started to dance to the beat, you know, move your arms in a orderly fashion then wrap them around your waist and then turn and do the same thing all over again but looking at another side, well I loved it. I told my mother and ever since then I realized that music is the greatest anger reliever ever made, It distracts you from the world, takes you to a different place, your place.

Where Am I From

Cayman runs through my mind
Everyday at any time
The place I deserve
The best place in the world
I love the Beach
I love the girls
Cayman is just like my pearl
Every day going to the Rum Point
In a boat, car or bicycle
Just seeing it gave me goosebumps, joy and dreams
Felt like if birthday was everyday
Fresh air everywhere
Clean water over there
Cayman is just like my pearl
In the Caribbean it is
Under Cuba it is
but know Crime has made me seem it as a waste of time
I still believe in it
I still want it
Cayman is just like my pearl
In my mind at every time.

To Be Quiet

Over the years that I've been writing for school work, projects, and mother.
I've realized that that wasn't the reason about 5 minutes ago.

My whole life I've talked a lot! I have been told to be quite, shut up, piss off and even more than you can imagine. But they never told me to not type or write.
Now I write so that people can hear me.

I've never written this much in my life until I met my English teacher, she is my inspiration, she is my hope, she is my voice.
I love writing on a daily basis here on my blog. Sharing on what I go through in my life, writing about this is a great feeling. The feeling of weight of your back. The Quiet feeling.

Michael

Dear Bob,


You may not think I am an avid writer because I haven’t written to you in a very long time. Just to advice you that the tone of this letter is not brusque, it is in a very gentile and kind tone. I never meant to offend you when I spoke about your mother. I know it may be hard for you to understand the meaning of this letter, but you mother and I have decided to get married.
See, I have a sister; she was smaller than me by two years. One day she decided to bring her boyfriend so that I could meet him. As soon as I saw him I ran to him and just hit him without reasoning. He just took off and never came back. My sister hated me ever since then. It’s been nearly 21 years since I haven’t talk to her, all I know that she is a miserable woman with no life at all and I’ve heard that she's been sitting in the same chair for eight years. I know you may not like the fact that you will be calling me Dad but do for your dear loving mother.

Sincerely Robert J. Swartniger

Swartniger

Twilight: The Truth

Twilight has changed many lives in this world. If you really think about it, the movies are not even so great. I do believe that this story is good, the written one, the movie is horrible. Ive been sick this thanksgiving weekend, that means that I had to stay indoors the whole time. During that time Cable Onda decided to put Twilight on the TV all weekend long. I watched it many times (14 to be exact) and I've noticed that it is one of those cheap movies with "cute" actors that made a fortune for their faces.
It annoys me that every single girl in school is obsessed with Twilight especially now that New Moon just came out. I haven't seen it yet, but I have a feeling that it is going to be the same old crap.
Everybody knows that if you put a Vampire in the sun it will dye, not in Twilight, to them it seems to have a different effect; beautiful little diamonds appear on their skin. Bottom line, this Stephanie Meyers has changed completely on what we believe vampires look like, and are like. Girls are so obsessed they have now made teams; Team Edward and Team Jacob.
What are you?

New School

The idea of me moving to a new school gave me the creeps. I was fine where I was, except for some bully's. I really hated the fact that it was going to Panamerican, that school really looked stupid, I doubt it should even be called a school. I couldn't believe it, I thought it had to do with money and I was right. I even asked my father if it was true, he was so ashamed he lied to me.

I never liked going to a new school, all the other kids looked weird and they thought I was weird and the faculty you meet there are nicer that they will be once you in your class. They do this to persuade me into liking the school. It never worked trying to persuade me, either way it's my parents job to decide where I go and don't give a crap on what I think, typical parent, unfortunately I have those.
Now here I am sitting upfront my parents telling them the same old excuses like, "My Friends,", "I wont know anybody," type of crap us kids use today. This discussion is useless, all i know is that I'm out of here.

6 Word Wed.

I was using my I-pod during class to remember a song I had to sing in music class in front of the whole class, but now I'm screwed because they confiscated it. The student that sang the best would go on a cruise to the Caribbean. It was my dream to go on that cruise. I could just imagine myself there, i could imagine the crew asking me to embark the ship. but now I'm screwed, that miserable woman took my I-pod with the song on it.
I kept telling myself that everything is going to be alright but deep down I knew everything I thought positive was actually all crap. The bell rang, i decided to go talk to the teacher that had taken my I-pod away, I had to be really conscientious on what i said because she really never liked me. The reason she never liked me was because at the beginning of the year I used to pilfer a lot and she caught me once stealing one of her pens. i went up to her, thinking really carefully of how I should asked her. I went up to her, God she was ugly.
"Your I-pod is confiscated until you parents come for it," said that miserable woman.
I felt like kicking her. I thought about steeling it back. It's a mutiny to steel in Saint Preformed School. I probably would get expelled for such thing, plus she would get a inkling on who would have stolen it. I decided not to.
I went to my music class, really scared, I opened the door, I saw all of my friends getting ready, all except me I couldn't win the trip I was not ready, I was scared.

I have a confession, I told al lot of people that I wasn't nervous about the Talent Show, but really I am literally crapping my pants.
The auditions were like about two months ago, I really thought that waiting wouldn't be a problem because it is just a school talent show and nobody cares about it. I was wrong. The ten dollar tickets for the front row seats are practically all sold out. At first I had decided to only sing one song with the band, but a friend is in desperate need of a partner, here I came to help her out in a really romantic song I wished to sing with the girl I like. I mean she is pretty and all but she is too much of a friend to like her.
Well, the talent show is in about a couple of hours, 4 1/2 hours to be exact. B ut here I am, crapping my pants.

Is She The One?

For six months I had liked the same girl. She had the greatest personality and the greatest smile. She was almost perfect. We started out being just friends: that didn’t work out so good for me. I had other friends that liked her too.

We went on what I thought was a date. It took me a while to realize that it wasn't. I invited her once on my boat to go to the beach, I poped the question that day. She said it would have been better to stay friends. I thought different. at that point our friendship was changing, it wasn't so hard to notice, but let me tell you, I wish i never noticed.
It was just recently when I went to the movies with her and two others. I tried in any way possible to get her to like me, that didn't work out neither.
so after that day I decided go go back fishing, if you know what i mean.

By Michael Blackman

15 Word Wednesday

The memory of John still haunts me while I dream. I shouldn't have left him. I thought to myself. I had to impel the ship forward due to the Iraqi bombers.
He should have ran faster, it’s not all my fault. The ship was full of injured soldiers. If I would have waited, I wouldn't be here today.
The General would have acted very irascible if he found out his nephew was missing with 200 other soldiers. The thought still came to my mind, I began to cry, the pain was interminable.

If you knew how much I had to entreat my uncle (the General) to let me out of the army. I had to give a tirade to Bush on why I wanted to leave. It was really embarrassing.

Iraq was really tremulous, bullets flying everywhere, dead bodies on the floor. You really didn't want to make any sort of friendship in a place like the army.

My uncle really didn’t seem to have much sage, all he ever thought about was war or anything related. He was never my favorite uncle, uncle Rob was. He only had one problem, since he was so loud he reverberated, I got used to it and all but it still annoys me.

While I was in Iraq, I met these kids whose parents died due to a U.S.A. bomb. It made me feel really bad. They were really reclusive, they had no idea or that they weren’t aware that there was a war going on. Aguil and Zohan, never going to forget those kids.
The memory of them is profound to me, Aguil, Zohan and John. I believe I am so messed up that when I look into a puddle or in any type of reflection, I see the past, my uniform, Aguil, Zohan and John. I abhor that image, but then I feel quite affable when I talk about the present, my family, and my friends. It’s perfect; I mean sometimes we have an amiss argument. Never something big. I always do feel despondent when thinking of death, friends dying, It always happen and if you don't take care, it may happen to you.

By Michael Blackman