P4+VCervantes

"Victor and his words" Words are powerful and have a big meaning. They can help people inspire themselves.Words can be pretty and ugly. They can be sicer. They are honest. Victor who is my cousin, who never takes anything serious said something really powerful. Victor who is always being silly or being really loud. Even if its not fummy. I'll just laugh because he makes me laugh. He said that life isn't about how you live but what you make out of it. I didn't understand what he meant but he just told me stay in the paths of good and stay with God. And didn't say more.

Those who don't

Those who don'thave a problem with our kind of people.They think we are trouble to the city. We only come north just to have a better life and help out our family we fe behind.Where we come from it's really to find a job and to keep it. We only want was best toour family and willbring us success in life. Those who don't take the timeto tlive inour shoes fora day think we are a disgrace. They don't know why we are here. i live in a placewhere its mostly Mexicans. There is other kinds of people, but we don't get involved with them and they don't get involved with us either. We aren;t scared of other people. We are storng and stay true to our selves. Mostly if we are all one race we are safe. If we ever get involved with other people we don't even take another lokk. Well that is how it is and maybe itwill chande. soon.

My Name

In English my name means beautiful snake. My mom said it's true because I am beautiful but I hurt too. I'm dangerous. In Spanish my name is more beautiful. Its meaning is softer. It means a purple, violet flower. It's not a specific flower. It’s like the number seven. It's a bright yellow color. It's the name my dads choose. He always wanted that name, but he didn't know for what daughter. He never got to the first choice since there were two girls before me. My name is the Mexican Mariachi that only talks about how beautiful a girl is. My dad got that name that name two days before I was born. He had gone to the pharmacy to pay the bills, because they were over due already. He was on a waiting list and needed to sign his in order to get called up. He scanned through the list and saw the name. Belinda. My dad saw it and liked it ever since. When my mom got pregnant with me my dad knew what he wanted to name me. When they were at the hospital my dad forgot how to spell it. So they just spelled it with a v. Velinda. A lot of people that meet me for the fist time think my name is pretty, which I don’t like because I think them only trying to be nice. I like my sisters name Nereyda but at home she’s Nory. It’s unique and a lot of people don’t seem to have it. That is why I like it. She got her nick name because were she works they can’t pronounce her name. To make it simple they just call her Nory. I’m always Velinda. I like my name sometimes. When it causes attention I like it. I also like it when they give me complements. I don’t like it when people can’t pronounce it or can’t spell it. I always wanted to change my name. Or at least get a middle name. I like the name Velinda” Hanini”. Its means rain in my parent’s dialect. I always liked it. Some day I can give that name to my daughter in the future.

My Good Day

Hi she says. The puffy curly hair nice girl. I like her. Hi he says. It’s her brother tall, skinny and white. Were twins she said. Her name is Stephanie and He’s name is David. I started to go to a different church. I had to move from my old church, since they didn’t want us there anymore. My dad told me and my family it was for the best. I didn’t want to move. Stephanie and David where from another church too. They came up to me to talk to me. They wanted to be my friends. I needed friends since I was new. . I liked them since I saw them. They looked familiar. Turns out I knew they since I was seven years old. We had separated for more than seven years until we saw each other again. I could only remember Stephanie. I couldn’t remember David, but I liked him he is really nice. They are both really fun to hang out with. Plus Stephanie is my best friend now. We have been friend ever since. They make a big part of me, because they took the time to get to know me and didn’t judge me. We are all very close friends now and hopefully for ever.

Laughter

All of my sisters including me have a pair. We are four girls and two brothers. I look like my older sister. People can tell we look alike, and sometimes confuse us for each other. My second older sister, Joanna looks like my youngest sister Ireri. Not right away though. Nory and I have a lot in common, although she is ten years older than me. W both have similar face features. I am always embarrassing her. I think that is why she likes me. I make her laugh and do what ever I can to make her feel better. We were shopping once and I was looking at some jeans and I pulled it and ripped them. The sales woman just looked at me before she had a chance to tell me to pay for them, I didn’t even have any money, my sister took them and paid and we left like nothing had happened. My sister took them and fixed them then they looked great. Those are now her favorite jeans now. She always has a way to fix things. She says you’re crazy and I look at her and say I know.

Stephanie

Stephanie curly, puffy nice hair girl. She doesn’t live here in Costa Mesa but she comes everyday. She is my best friend. I knew her since I was seven years old. She has two brothers and one sister. We started hanging out when we went to church together. I know her very well and the same way she knows me. She’s very intelligent. I admire her so much, because she knows a lot of stuff. She’s only one year older than me. We both have a lot in common. We both like the same clothing; we have a similar personality, because we think alike. We have a different taste in music. She likes rock and I like anything from; hip hop, rap, reggae, reggaeton, merenge, salsa, and mariachi I almost like everything. Well she wants to get a job, because she wants to have money and help out her parents. Now that her parents retired work. She said that since she has meet me she changed the way she tough about her self. She thinks a little bit better now. She is more secure with her self now. I guess since she helped me, I returned the favor, in an unsuspected way.


 * "Boys and Girls"
 * The world is divided in three different parts. Each part plays an important role in this world. It’s divided by: race, class and age. Race is important. Most of my friends are Mexicans, since I’m Mexican. I feel like they can understand more of my family. They can understand more of were I came from and what I do. My culture is important to me. I feel good about my race. I like other people of different races because I am interested in what they do. I feel more accepted when I’m around the people that came from were I came from. The second thing is class. My class I think is middle class. We aren't that poor and not rich. We understand our values and what we can have. Mexican families are proud to have stuff which they have worked for. We are people only look at each others money and it’s not about that, but the way we are inside. The third thing would be age. There is certain stuff that young kids can’t do, and thing older people can’t do. Most of my friends are close to my age, because they know what teenagers do these do. They aren’t really that old and not that young. My youngest friend is thirteen and the oldest twenty four. I can ask my oldest friends for advice. My youngest friend I give her advice. People that are close to my age we can talk about some stuff that I can’t say in front of younger.That is the way I see the world divided into.

“Hairs” Everyone in my family has different or the same hair. My dad has straight hair. which he usually combs to the side. His hair is perfect. It’s almost all white as the snow. He says he got his hairs from black to white because of us. We gave him too much to worry about. My mom’s hair is long and wavy always in a ponytail with a braid. My hair turned wavy because of the way I comb it she says. The waves in her hair represent the way she acts. She’s always changing her mood. She changes from being really mad at us for not doing anything and then later she is all happy and cheerful. Both of me older sisters have the same hair. I think they have the same hair because they always dye it. They don’t know their natural hair color any more. They have dyed it so many times they don’t even know how many times. Se lo quemaron my mom says. Their hair is like the houses that are always in fire. All the time. It’s all fried up. My mom says the girls’ hair is their beauty. My hair is black and straight. It’s simple like me. It’s as black as the night could get. My youngest sister’s hair is thick, curly like other colored people. My mom says she wasn’t supposed to be born like that. She doesn’t like it either so she just straightens it, Simple as that she says. My youngest brothers, Willy and Alan have thick straight hair which they like because they like to spick it up. They say it’s the style but I don’t like it. I like my dad hair because it shows that he wants to be the best he can in this country, which is not his hometown. He always tries to have his hair that way too. It’s to the side all good combed as if he were someone special.

House on Wallace Ave My family has moved a lot before I was born. When I was born we live in a street called Shalimar. It was pretty scary to live there since there were gangsters. We lived there until I turned four years old. We moved to 1940 Wallace Ave. We lived there for four years. They were apartments stacked all on top of each other. They looked like boxes pilled up when you are moving. It was an apartment with 2 bedrooms and 1 1/2bathrooms. We were short on money so we rented one room to my uncle, Salvador, my aunt Luisa and their only daughter, Maria. So there were nine people living in that apartment including us. I grew up with being thankful for what I had. We were six of us. There was my dad, Willy, my mom, Eni (short for Enedina) and four of us girls including me: Nori (short for Nereyda), Juana, and Ireri. After five years in that apartment my dad decided to move so me and my sisters would have a room altogether, which was good since we always stayed together with my parents. We move to 2016 Wallace Ave. We stayed in the same street and it has 2 bedrooms and one bathroom. Which is were we currently live in now. When we moved there my second to oldest sister, Juana got together with her husband, Adrian and moved out. We were there and then we got extra family added. My brothers were born there one Willy, and after 2 years my youngest brother, Alan. And now we are 7 not including my sister Juana. The apartment we live in looks like a house so we pretty much do what we want. The first room is a master that has two closets that are really big that look like other bedrooms. One of those closets is for my brothers. They turned it into a room. My parents get the big real master bedroom. My sisters and I share the other. The house has a long patio. It long so my mom is always there planting more and more flowers and plants. It looks all colorful. The colors mix. We have a one-car garage were my dad usually is at. Our parking is only for one and we have three cars. Which one of them my dad gave to my sister and her husband and two kids. It feels like she never moved out because she is always at my house. My house is my home because I feel like all of us are together. We are currently living there until my dad changes his mind or my family gets bigger.