So finally the best time of the year has arrived. The smell of tamales and the mouthwatering pork fill the house. This christmas will be so amazingly perfect, as always. Enjoy the holidays people. Enjoy every day with your family. Enjoy every minute with happiness. Make every second last more than the one that passed.

Love you guys, see you at the next post :)

By the way be sure to check out my new tumblr : http://little-singing-monster.tumblr.com/

Merry Christmas!

Have you ever had those days, where eventhough you are torn to peices you manage to suck it up and stitch the best smile you can find among those pieces and show the world how happy you are? Well, that's what I've been doing these past weeks, with no happiness to share to my fellow readers. But this past thanksgiving I had the best times.

As you might know I am a Senior, which means I have some privileges. In my school it is imperative for the seniors to waltz. Only them, only the seniors and their dates. My date was my one and only bestfreind. He couldn't possible be my best choice. Why? Well, it was my first time waltzing, my first time wearing super big heels and my first time with a "date". So he was my perfect choice.

Since I lost my other besties, not lost but for a while I've  decided to take some time. I'll still talk to them, but it will never be the same. Anyways I'll retell the day for you guys.

I woke up on Wednesday morning, I had washed my hair the night before so It was perfectly tidy. I took a shower and went upstairs again to my room. Since my hair was dry I ironed it (eventhoug my hair is straight, but I asked Xavier how he thought I should arrange it and he said super straight and Mario said that also, so... you figure why I finally gave used to my dusty iron.) Anyhow I dressed up with my cheetah print dress and instead of placing my heels on I grabbed my white flats. Some makeup, gloss and perfume with a pair of silver earring and my purple cute new watch were the finall touches.

After arriving to school, it was  wierd. Everyone, and by everyone I mean those superficial girls, stared at my feet. Why? Because I arrived with flats instead of heels. But before recess BAAM!! I changed to my rocking black heels. So recess passed and I hadn't seen Xavier. Did he come to school? Did he? Did he stood me up? Well, he did came I saw him but he was too far away for me to say hi.

After recess we took some pictures (some that I'll leave for you at the end of this post.) And we also wrot on the class's windows with some special crayons. Then Xavier arrived to my class because it was time for us, Seniors, to get ready foor our entrance. So we first sat down at our table. Titi and "Beiber" (a random guy that is so wierd Titi never knew how she accepted to be his date), Alvaro (my loyal friend, you'll hear more about him) and his date Andrea (or Chinita "Little Chinese Girl"), Shelby (my kindergarten bestie she is like my sister) and her date Daniel (a wierd funny guy, you'll here more about him too) and me and Xavier.

We then had to waltz, it was pretty good. After all, I had practiced with Mario and my sister. Thank God I had because when practicing I kicked their kness, I wanted to take control but they aregued it was the man not the woman who led the dance. (those thoughts were daggers for my feminist philosophy). So then we had some awards given for our teacher, from the most Handsome to the most Lazy. It was so much fun.  I sang every song played with Shelby, Xavier was busy texting (he's Xavier he has his own species).

Then the best part of the day came, the balloon wish. All highschool gathered at the basketball court outside and we let the helium ballon in our hands fly away with a written wish or "I am thankful for..." message.

. Friends are the most important part of your life. Treasure the tears, treasure the laughter, but most importantly, treasure the memories. - Dave Brenner

Xavier and Me with our balloons I cut with Picnik 

(accidentally, I didn't remember we were holding them)

Xavier and me "waltzing"

Me and the class's boys

Up, up, and away :)

Chinita and Alvaro

(so cute aren't they?)

Titi and David (aka Beiber)

Shelby and Daniel waltzing

Shelby and her balloon

Yessica and me.

My shoes forming a heart :)

So today was my first day (lame beginning for blog post but hey, this day wasn't the best either... ) and I sort of enjoyed it... 

Yes, yes I did....

Believe me... 

OK...gosh, It was so (what word can I use?) =====> -_________-

Yeah, that's the face.

-_______________________________________________________________________________-

I woke up feeling nauseousness  creeping inside me, wierd because I wasn't dancing in the senior dance. I think it was how I wanted it to end. It was nice after all, the breakfast was more or less and the decoratin was cute. I liked the dance, they had fun with it so...yeah. 

Sorry for this lame SUPER LAME  post but they changed me from class, now I am in 11-D. My 2 BFFs are in 11-A and I'm with my other BFF in 11-D... !!

Sorry again but I feel like Layla (my pet) ==============> -_______________________-

Yes, I adopted an emoticon....

Art is in my veins, I even think it surpasses the amount of oxygen I actually have running inside the blood. My uncle (or my grandma's brother) he was the youngest of 9 brothers and one of my first inspiration Gurus (:

Sadly (And I blame my luck which lives in another dimension) he died ):

But, (here is where I thank my good deeds for giving me good karma) he didn't left to the fluffy heavens without making me his pupil.

He showed me how he drew, not teach, everything I know from Art was because I was gifted (with the talent not knowledge) not the best artist but I can draw proportions and angles and shades. The rest of the knowledge was because of my not so talented art teachers at school, although the best teacher I've had was Art Teacher # 4. He knew his things. I was excruciatingly amazed when he told me he had actually studied Art. :')

He also showed me how to play the piano. First he made me decide what intrsument I wanted to work with. He had a couple of violins, another pair of pianos and like one guitar. I chose the piano. I only got through the first lullaby book. But what is learned is never forgotten. So about a month ago I recovered my skills but had no piano at all. I had one but it was small and had no charger.

And this is the part where I get visited from another dimension.

My luck came from its parallel universe   perpendicular universe (because it crossed over) and made me find the eight year lost charger. ALELUYA ALELUYA ALEEELUUUYAAA!!

First song I learned: The Edge of Glory.

I believe we all have a point within a sitution in which we get bored or get tired of it. I am a very energetic girl, I get to the point in which you would like for me to stitch my mouth or cut my tongue. But that's another story, the point is you might or might not fisnish something with the same energy you started with. Although that's the problem with me. I've lost my Senior Spirit before school actually starts.

I've looked everywhere (my mind and my old notebooks, you might wonder why my notebooks but they have silly random things I've written with my friends) but I just can't find my Senior Spirit! I sometimes get hit by it at random times of the day while doing random things (like brushing my teeth) and get all excited but it fades within seconds. 

These past weeks (I haven't been blogging so excuse my laziness) my classmates have been preparing this senior dance, I first thought about participating in it, but then the feeling BAM became no more than a forgotten want. I felt I didn't need to be there. Like if I culd live wothout it. Days later I was regretting not being there. Seconds later I was happy I didn't form part of the dance thingy. And the cycle continued and continued, repeating itself over and over, until it stopped (or I stopped it?).

Anyhow, I presented myself today to the "first senior meeting". Okay let's stop there. FIRST? Yeah right, it was the second! I really feel neutral in this because I know I am a comformer. I tend to comform with things. However I felt offended because I wasn't called for the first meeting WEEKS before, and I knew about this one because I was told by someone. So I've decided to take orders from now one. Not that I didn't follow orders before but I had made an idea of fighting for my desicions this senior year. So this will be my plan, to accept society's rules (when talkibg about senior desicions) and just "go with the flow". 

You might think how dumb and stupid I might sound, but we are 100 seniors and if the small group that GETS CALLED (about 10%) and they decide things for me, I will be okay with it. It will be awkward showing up at the SECOND MEETING THINKING IT WAS THE FIRST and try to change stuff that was already decided. So wish me luck because this year will be the most DRAMA EQUIPPED YEAR EVER!!!!

For dinner I just had french fries with nuggets! :)

Yummy

PS. Have you noticed me blogging alot about food? xD

My sister baked brownies about 15 minutes ago. I just love the smell you an sense when they are about to be ready. The best part is when you take a bite from the exquisite small brownie.

Peace, Love & Drama,

Anonymous Ann=

Yeah, my afternoon snack.

Peace, Love & Drama 

Anonymous Ann :)

PS: I'm planning on changing my username ;)

So this summer I had a lot of free time, more than other summers. I never knew why, but I had no summer activities other than visiting my relatives. So I started painting my nails. Take a look at the pictures below, and comment.

I invented this one! Stars and hearts.

Crazy zebra print, I learned how to paint the stripes and then I added my style!

Super cute pandas! I love them, my left hand the background is pink so they are girls...

...the boys are on the blue background on my right hand!

Blue, white and pink stripes!

Super cute smiley faces!! :)

Rainbow cuteness ;)

Splattered Mess

Delicate style, I learned in youtube :)

Invented spot disorder!!

Am I spoiled

Survey

own car []
cell phone [$]
own phone line []
own bathroom []
own bedroom [$]
boyfriend []
2 or more story house [$]
built-in pool []
game room []
guest house []
t.v in your room [$]
cheerleader []
double bed (full, queen or king size bed) []
more than 2O pairs of shoes []
1O or more things from a designer store []
good grades [$]
Dior sunglasses []
Coach or Juicy purse []
iPod []
XBOX []
PS3 []
Mercedes Benz []
basketball hoop []
pool table []
air hockey table []
trampoline []
LIVES on a lake or pond []
owns a snowboard []
owns skiis []
has a boat []
has a jet ski []
owns a beach house []
only child []
stereo system in bedroom [$]
DVD player in bedroom []
pink walls []
3O+ dvd's [$]
gets $5O+ for allowance each month []
goes shopping twice or more a month [$]
shops at Abercrombie& Fitch []
makeup []
perfume from Victoria's Secret [$]
AIM []
MSN [$]
Yahoo! []
5+ trophies []
own digital camera []
dirt bike []
electric scooter []
4X4 truck []
walk-in closet []
guitar and/or drums []
hammock []
been on a cruise [] 
traveled out of the country []
fitness room in house []
personal fit trainer []
expensive jewelery []
met a celeb []
hair straightener [$]
curling iron [$]
on a sports team for school []
$1OO+ in purse right now []
own savings account []
1+ BEST friends [$]
shopped in NYC []
has had a HUGE sweet sixteen []
lives on private property [$]
license []
moved 3+ times [$]
family-owned sports car []
hot tub []
pet(s) []
ranch []
AT&T []
Verison Wireless []
T- Mobile []
Sprint / other []
been to 5+ states in the U.S []
works at a store like Hollister []
5O+ buddies on messenger []
alarm clock [$]
eats out 2+ times a week []
been in a limo []
own laptop [$]
own camcorder []
 
15 $'s

Hello fellow readers!

I don't know or actually I don't remember if I've written about me being a wannnabe writer. Well, in case I haven't, it's true. My dream is to be a writer. It's my passion. I love to write because I express myself doing so. I've written fan-fictions and other things but I get stuck with the plot and I never continue.

The sixtteenth I had an awesome dream. Which I will be turning into a book. ^.^

So today my aunt told me about some of her husband's extended family coming to town and they expect to see the baby. I thought "Great! Now I'll have to stay in my room until they leave!". It's not that I am anti-social, it's just that I don't like meeting people. Okay, I am a little anti-social, but this is besides the point.

So the people arrived, I thought only grown-ups were coming since thhe baby is just 9 days old. To my surprise 5 kids came. FIVE...five! Did I mention FIVE kids came? I hate little kids!  Well I don't hate little kids I just don't enjoy their company when they misbehave or WHEN I ENTER MY ROOM AND THE FIRRST THING I SEE IS A LITTLE GIRL PLAYING WITH MY STUFF!!

Yes, they entered and did what they pleased. My clothes were on the floor, my hair accesories were worn by them, my purple wig on the floor...well a complete mess!!

I politely told them to go away but in my mind I had already spanked the five of them.

PS.I don't hate kids, I just hate when they enter my room and make a mess....

I'm so sorry for not blogging constantly.

Here's what has happened the past week.

My aunt had her baby, he wieghed 9.13 lbs. Since he was too big she couldn't give birth to him the normal way so she got operated. The doctor told her she had to immediately, by immediately he meant that same afternoon. Now, let me explain how our family took the news.

First we have my aunt, the baby's mother: She started crying. She arrived home crying or making streams wherever she passed by.

Second we have the baby's dad: he started cursing the doctor. Why? I don't know! But he did.

Third we have my grandmother: she got excited, or was it nervous? I can't tell beacuse she started fixing her garden in a wierd super hyper way. If you would have been a weed in her garden you wouldn't even had gotten the chance of sayng "What the broccoli is happening?".

Fourth we have myself and my sister: we cried.

Fifth we have my other aunt: she took the first bus she could to come over to our city (which is 8 hours away from hers).

Now you know how wierdly we all acted. It's time to explain the babies birth.

My grandma and I arrived to tthe clinic, my younger sister was already there with my aunt and her husband. You see my uncle-in-law rarely invited us to eat fast food, not because he is stingy, it's because he takes good care of his shape. That's what he first did when I arrived. He invited us to BK. We went walking and got there fast (nerves maybe? or vampire abbilities? vampire abbilities is more believable.) Anyways he ate a really big burger super fast too. (I'm still guessing vampire abbilities).

We took about an hour and none of us thought the labor will happen so fast. But guess what? When we arrived the baby was not only already in this world, but also he was cleaned, changed, and he even had some mittens and a small hat on!!!! (excuse the abundance of exclamation marks).

So when he is older and he asks his dad where was he when he was born.. he will answer: At BK's stuffing my mouth with food.

I saw that quote on Mtv and found it interesting.

Anyhow my cousin will come to this world today. You see he weighs 9.33 lbs! He's too big and the amniotic fliud is running out! 

I wanted to share thiswith you.

I wanted to post the first chapter in Pecky & Friends but my cousin is coming so maybe tomorrow!

So I found this on a really cool website and decided to post it here cause I've had thought about that..

I have terrible memory...sorry little drama stars but I made a mistake on the previus post!

You see the real story of Singing Day goes likes this...

Singing Day

Once upon a time a very very long time ago, about two years ago, we had this boring US History class. Everybody wondered why we studied US History if we live in Honduras...but that is not important in this story. Our teacher was one of the most dynamic teachers in the whole kingdom named School. Here in this kingdom we had to be neat and polite, pay attention in class and all that School stuff.

If we didn't follow the many rules we had, we had the worse punishment in the story of School Kingdom...EXTRA HOMEWORK. (of course and he other things like lines or detention).

So our teacher started singing Lady in Red, the song of course. And I said "Singing Day" and then another peasant in School kingdom said "Let's do this every tuesday and thursday."

And so the happy peasants of School Kingdom sang song on Singing Day! And they lived happily ever after singing songs.

As you might've read posts before, I mentioned something about a singing day. Well, here's the story.

Singing Day

THS

True Hollywood Story

A friend started singing then I told her "Let's do this every Tuesday and Thursday!" she agreed! Since 2008!

The End.

I'll leave you with a song!

E.T.- Katy Perry

You know what the best part of coming to Progreso is? Oh, how silly from my part. Of course you don't... Anyhow, the best part of it is how much fun I have here!

Yesterday was one of the best days in my life (the first is the day I was born)! 

First I played gamecube all morning with my two boy cousins and my sister & brother. Then in the afternoon my uncle called me so I could get ready and go get my new computer (I haven't told you guys the incident in which a small 4 yr old kid grabbed my oriental umbrella, I ran after him, but since I am clumsy I got tangled on my pink Vaio''s charger and it fell fromthe table. Next thing you know you have me crying a river and drowning in it. Afterwards I gave it to my mother which took to the city it was bought because I had guarantee, THANK YOU LORD ALMIGHTY!) we didn't go to the mall, we went instead to take care of some things he had to do around town, mostly my granny's errands. When we arrived my cousins were playing at the backyard and so were my siblings.

What followed was the best soccer game ever! We played with our father's brother and sister and my uncle's  wife. 

Girls vs Boys

WE WON 3 AGAINST 0

We had to take a shower, because we were heading towards 

TRANSFORMERS PREMIERE.

It was AWESOME!!

AWESOME

AWESOME

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWESOME

If you haven't seen it...you are missing the best action movie ever!

Anyways before the premiere we went shopping for shoes. I got a gray pair of flats and some heels! 

My new computer is dell. It can be a tablet or a normal laptop. I love it, and definetly will take care of it.

see ya!

I've spent three weeks at the big city of Tegucigalpa! Living the life at my aunt's house. I had a blast and ate like I've never had before. Can you believe it? I weigh 10 more pounds...which will sum up to 90 pounds! Finally! I am fatter. Funny that some girls my age want to loose weigh while I want to gain some meat!

Aside from the nice weather and the superflous food and rest I had, I HATE TEGUCIGALPA!! It is super big and it is hell waiting half an hour just because of traffic. I hate being where there are just too many people.  I also hate those spiral streets where you just seem to go round and round. I get dizzy and want to puke.

But now I am at Progreso for an appointment my grandmother has. She will be the new president of a group in this city that is only for men, they help people. It's an honor for her to be the first woman to be allowed, even more honorable to be the first girl president!

Well fellow readers (if there are some) For now I say goodbye! See you in the next post!

I leave you with this song, since it is singing day. But later on I will tell you about singing day! :)

Judas-Lady Gaga

My uncle says my shoes are already worn out and they have to be thrown away. What he doesn't get is how much effort I've put into them so they can stand out.

Poem to My Shoes

I got you two a year ago in a blink

without a doubt you are unique.

I replaced your gray laces with some pink,

I even draw a rainbow I think!

But my uncle he's so mean!

He wants to destroy you! Oh he's mean!

You even have a twilight's quote

followed by a shakespeare saying!

Oh if your soles wouldn't be so destroyed

I could keep you my Dear Converse!

Ok that was random...but it sounds cool..like those Dr. Seuss poems. He was my favorite author as a kid. So I won't let my uncle throw aya my converse! The best thing about them is that I bought them with my own money, and they go with ANYTHING I wear so, they can't be tossed to the trash can!

Have you ever noticed how this world is ruled by those with power and those powerless? Sometimes I feel like we are just plain puppets of our own society. Want I'm trying to say is that we are always judged based upon our looks. Primely a hint that we humans are just superficial, which I am going to classify as a collective adjective, I know we all have some sort of inclination toward looks and appereance.

I am totally amazed at how many new groups among our population have started their own small mini culture. Like Emo people, they are so ballsy. I mean, I definately couldn't go out dressing like they do. Don't get me wrong, I don't hate Emos, in fact I admire how they break the rules and go beyond what society expects.

Another group that I admire their "ballsiness" (is that a word?) are those guys that wear a lot of dark eyeshadows and are sometimes mistaken by Emos...what's their name.. Oh! Gothic guys! Yes, them. I really think they are like small families you know, that take care of themselves and gather because they have things in common and their own rules.

Maybe I am just a 16 year old girl who knows barely stuff about the world; But I know that we are all inside our tiny bubbles that wouldn't even be thought of being burst by the fear of ridicule and shame. Yes, I am one of those bubble people (but not that wierd movie in which a kid lives inside a REAL bubble).

This couldn't be a real pep talk for you to step out of that bubble of comformity without mentioning Lady Gaga. I don't know if you hate her or not, or if you think she is a hermaphrodite. What I do know is that her way of thinking outside the box is magnificent. She has never been, is'nt and will never be inside that box, I think that she doesn't even see the box or maybe she doesn't wven know the box is a square. Of course some of her outfits might be bizzare:

Set aside some of her wierd and freaky outfits and get to the point: She doesn't care if she is catalogized as a freakishly new popstar. Anyways I hope you're getting the point :)

I am not a girl that wears hair as skirts or a lot of dark eyeshadows, but I dress however I like and I don't care if they say I should not wear my dress with my converse or that my shirt has too many colors and that my new haircut looks like a cabbage. I am ME. And I decide what I will wear and do with MY life.

So, if this actually inspired you to step outside that box and burst your comformity bubble, then comment and tell Anonymous Ann :) what you think!

That question, the famous question we are always asked and through time it changes from the answers to how it is asked.

Kindergarden:

Mom: "Sweetie? What do you wanna be when you grow up?"

Me: "A little mermaid mommy!" (I raise my little mermaid doll and splash it in my pool)

First Grade:

Mom: "Do you still want to be the little mermaid?"

Me: "Nop! I can't swim."

Mom: "Oh, so you want to be a doctor or a teacher?"

Me: "I was thinking more like a FAIRY!!" (I turn on the TV and watch Peter Pan)

Third Grade:

Me: "Mom! I don't wanna be a fairy anymore I wanna be a nurse!"

Fourth Grade:

Me: "Mom, I HATE BLOOD!! I'll be a teacher instead."

The years followed and I've always wanted to be a teacher, I0m not going to count my "Vampire Frenzy" I had in 9th grade as a "carrer option". Yes, me and my friends wanted to be vampires, don't blame me. Blame TWILIGHT!!

Tenth Grade:

Mom: "What are you going to do with your life? Decide soon college is on its way!"

Me: "I have NO clue...."

I now have some possibilities of what I want to study. Maybe architecture and interior design, but I'm not sure; I love to write too.

We might change, grow, stretch and become taller (although I am short or fun size, however you want to call it.) but I belive we we still be the same inmature youngster inside. Sure I know I can't be a fairy or a mermaid anymore or even a princess, but I loved to play and characterize them.

When we grow we start maturing or so. But...what is to "mature"? Does that mean I will become more "serious" or "grumpy"? No, to mature for me is waaaay different then some opinions I've heard from my friends. I think that when we mature we can finally make decisions by ourselves, decisions that will have causes and effents but will be handled with calm and patience. To mature, the act of maturing, is the transcission from being the careless girl to the careful woman.

One thing I know certainly, deep inside of me whether I become a professional, I'll still be the same funny, random and wierd Anonymous Ann :)