lunes, 27 de abril de 2015

FlashBack


I don't know about you, but I really like to live in some memories that I had and go back to the good old days. I used to listen music in everything that I do no matter what, like my headphones and I have evolve into one. Music is awesome and I spend a lot of time listening music, so with the time I realize that I have some kind of patterns with the music that I hear and that make an acoustic image of memories when I hear one song that in the past was running when I did something important or maybe when I met somebody.

This weird thing in my mind that makes me go back in time is not me trying to go back. It just came out of nowhere. At least most of the flashbacks that I had are good, for example when I hear the song of my favorite band, the day that I heard it for the first time, I can remember the exactly moment and how it was, I remember me trying to sing the song; trying to understand it, cause in that time I didn't know nothing of English, now the song it makes more sense for me and is a good memory of the day when I listen the first time Paramore. This happen to me a lot with all my music, like the first time I played a game in my old friend the PlayStation2, I was listening American Idiot of Green Day, and when I listen the song I see my Play2 and it happens the same when I see my Play2 I hear Green Day. Isn't that awesome!??

Anyway I would like to say thanks to my head, for giving me this crazy feelings that sometimes doesn't have sense for anybody else than me.

"Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol’ days, When our momma sang us to sleep but now we’re stressed out."


martes, 7 de abril de 2015

Distorted words

Once again my teacher Jean Paul attacks with a new activity to make us write. This time I have to make a story with some words that has a different meaning. I think that Jean Paul gave the words in class but I didn´t go to class that day, so I will do this story with my own distorted words. Here we go.

Hi there, my name is Timmy and I´m an insane boy that came from hell to this new city that is quieter than the hell for obvious reasons. I had a problem in jail last week because I´m new there and as I already told you, I´m very insane and also I have a gun that sounds like a girl, and there are some bullies that wanted to bully me. The thing is that I can be an insane boy but I´m not smart so I had to go with my teacher and kill her, but she didn´t help me, so I went to the principal to also kill him but nothing happened, the bullies were still bulling me. I thought that the only way to save me of them was to kill my parents but I didn´t want to scare them. So one day I tried to kill them all, but I couldn´t because they was to many and some of them didn´t accept. So I took the best choice for all and I joined to them, with the ones that accepted me. Now I´m with them, I´m the new bullier, I bully the new ones. Yes, I know that I´m the most idiot guy ever, I just took the best opportunity to me. Sometimes I kill some softly but the most of the times I murder them and then we all laugh. Also we try to win territory of the jail to the other group of bullies, sometimes we are murdering with the other team, but we always win because we are more. THE END.

Please Jean Paul don´t let my mind free, I know this story is kind of bizarre but you know that the story needs to be interesting with the distorted words.

To Kill =  To Talk
To Murder = To Scream
Gun = Voice
Jail = School
Insane = Shy
Hell = New York
Smart = Idiot

lunes, 6 de abril de 2015

Just write and pass it out

We did an activity in the last class that consists in write a tale with all your classmates. You start with a little sentence and then you pass it out next to your classmate and continue the sentence.

We got such a good time writing and reading the tales because there were all the most wierd and funny tales ever. The tale could change drastically from one thing to another.

This activity I already have done it before like when I was in eight grade, and happened the same thing, all the tales were bizarre. I really enjoyed  the activity and write on the tales of my classmates was fun