http://www.writeaprisoner.com/vbforum/blogs/ en Sat, 21 Nov 2009 22:35:37 GMT vBulletin 60 http://www.writeaprisoner.com/vbforum/images/misc/rss.jpg http://www.writeaprisoner.com/vbforum/blogs/ http://www.writeaprisoner.com/vbforum/blogs/nova-carillo/142-welcome-ttis-sem-part-2.html Fri, 20 Nov 2009 06:50:46 GMT [color="Cyan"][color="Cyan"][b]

HATE LATE…

hmph almost 10am nku nkarating sa skol kaya late tuloy tapos ito pa,

gipakanta ko ni maa gemma sa front..

huhuhuhuhuhu!!!!nagpa FGT npod ko..(FEELING GWAPOG TINGOG)…char!!!!
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know what ito sana ang hilig ko,ang magtanghal sa harap ng tao pro nung kumanta ako,super nakakahiya kc sintunado kaayo ko oi…

mejo naulaw pod ko gamay pro choks ra!!!!

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———SCHOOL’S RULES AND REGULATIONS—-

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mga aroun 10 am,break tym,…i saw Edwin A. reading the school’s rules and regulations being posted behind the guard’s tambayanan…going to registrar’s office.

Lumapit ako at nakibasa narin…

wlay pulos nga policies!!!

puro lng tungkol sa uniform at i.d violations!!!

hindi ko nabasa doon kung ano ang sanction kung ang isang teacher na nananakot ng studyante.

kaya hindi ko naiwasANG I-SHARE KY eDWIN ANG probz ko…

tas ng advice sya na pasagdan nlng daw nku si sir na magcgeg panghadlok ky basig kadugayan kapuyon ra daw sya!!!

He added na pag patulan pa daw nku ang issue,baka lumaki lng at mas lalong lumala ang problema..

mag pray nlng daw ko tas mo-release ug forgiveness.,ky bisan padaw moreklamo ko,dli daw na paniwalaan sa Admin akong reklamo kc wla koy concreto nga ebidinsya..

tapos studyante ra pod daw ko kya wala koy karapatan na moreklamo sa admin para mahatagan ug action ang gibuhat ni sir sakua!!!

well.,i guess tama jud sya!!!!……naa pod syay point pro ang mga teacher nga sama ni sir ug ugali dli dapat pabayaan lng ky mag-salig lng na sya…easy ra kaayo ko nya hadlokon…

akala nya natatalot ako…eow……..

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.kaya after mi nag-usap ni Edwin,naisip ko ituloy jud nku akong plano.

———LuNCH TYM———

lunch tym,sa canteen mi nag lunch meeting wid prime and all the UMP OFFICERS…kc nag meeting me para sa x-mas party kc amung coordinator wla man gud pakialam samua bisan pag mapalpak amung trabaho…keber lng sya.

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kaya habang hindi pa ng start ang meetin,nag-asked ko ky pRIME kng kapoy ba ang maging Prime Minister….

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kc naa man pod koy 30% pangarap na mag prime inig 5th year kaya since last sem,gina-obserbahan nku ang ginabuhat ni prime kc pag ako na ang prime minister,alam ko na kung ano ang mga gagawin.

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………………..CAMPAIGN———-

After lunch,nagstart nkug pangampanya sakuang mga classmates para sa next BSBA vice-president next year..

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kailangan kong makapasok bilang vice para magkadikit mi sa president para maka-observe ko kung unsa iyaha ginabuhat para next year napod pag 5th year nku,mangampanya npod ko to be their president..at the same time,prime minister ng UMP.

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as much as posible,kelangan nku makuha ni na mga position pra mapalapit ko sa mga teachers and administrations para malaman ko kung ano ang mga plano at galaw ng admin.

besides,love ko ang mag serve sa interests sa mga studyante but aside from serving the students interests and rights,daghan pod kog plano para sa mga estudyante na magkaroon ug interest sa leadership.

pag president ko sa business dept,of course permi nku mauban sila sir “bestfriend-enemy) atleast madali kung malaman kung ano ang kanyang kahinaan.

and, if i were be in the position as vice-pres,ihave a 30% power to organize my co-department at unti-unti kung ituro at ipakita sa kanila kung ano ang magandang idulot ng batas communista.

para if i will be in the position as pres.,i-implement na jud nku na sya…ipapa-intindi ko sa kanila na kailangan naay batas na mo-exist pra maprotektahan ang mga studyante.

baka mangyari sa kanila ang nagnyari sakin ngayon na tinatakot ng teacher,atleast naay collective mo-protect sa ilaha.ok lng kung sakin mangyari kc dli man ko mahadlok maski knsa pa na akong kalaban dha basta naa ko sa katarungan…pro what if studyante na pareha ky irish?

maski gamay lng kaayo na issue gipadaku ni sir,kaya ayon di na ngpakita sa skol ky nahadlok sayang 4th year na bya unta sya pro di nakatapos…

tulad ngayon sakin,sabi ni edwin,dli ko pwede makakuha ug help gikan sa admin ky wla koy concrete evidence na ikapakita…so unsaon naman lng nku pagkakuha ug hustisya ani kung permi verbal ang pag threat sakua?

kaya pag ako ang nsa position,my first aim is to protect the students’ interests

tas wid my whole heart,mo serve ko para sa ilaha…pagbag-o pod kung unsa ang mali,tas to make a campaign on how to become a responsible students.

tas if ever mahitabo man sa ilaha ang case na katulad samin ni irish,atleast naay makatabang sa ilaha para dli sila mahadlok…ky dli sa tanan crime makakuha mi ug help gikan sa admin.

Galit at hinanakit ang gagawin kong inspiration para mas lalo akong maghangad na maging leader.

then my 2nd aim is to practice my leadership skill kasi i have a plan to be among the leaders here in davao city.

pangarap jud nku mag politician…95% jud na sya…

———–AFTER LUNCH———–

magsisimula na ang klase,pero di pa naalis sa isip ko ang sinabi ni edwin na studyante lng ko wla koy karapatan para maghatag ug disiplinary action sa teacher…kaya sinimulan ko ang pag ganti ky sir.,..

heheheheh

pro dont worry my dear dearie….

mga 10% lng naman yong ganti na ginawa ko.napakaliit kumpara sa ginawa nya sakin.

pro secret lng na sya na pag ganti.

mejo nakunsensya pod bya ko sa akong gibuhat pro naisip ko,hindi ako dapat makonsensya…sya man gni wla naluoy sakua nung ginawa nya sakin yon.

kaya dli ko dapat maluoy sa kaaway..

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————-at program head’s office———

2:40pm, wla p kming teacher sa internet marketing kaya ngpunta ako ky sir napila sa program head office…tas nag asked ko kungkinsa amung teacher..

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tapos sabi ni sir na si sir Bantzzzz daw iyahang gi-assign pro nganu wla daw mi gisudlan ni sir?

huh!!!gosh nung marinig ko ang pangalan na yon,bigla akong naging excited…..

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kc sa wakas makabalos jud ko ani sa iyaha..

pro pag double chek ni sir napila,sisir joel diay daw amung teacher sa e-learning mi mgklase…

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weweewwwwwwwwwwww…….

pro cge nlnok lng pod!!!hehehehe

anyways..,regarding sakuang plano na mg prime minister,30% plng naman yon…may 1 1/2 year pa baka magbago pa aking isip pro to run as president sa bsba sa 2011 and as v-pres next year,,dli njud na sya ma-change…ky mao na sya ang way para ma-train ko tas matupad akong plano na mg serve and to protect d students…..

…mastergenius2012



:work: ]]> nova carillo http://www.writeaprisoner.com/vbforum/blogs/nova-carillo/142-welcome-ttis-sem-part-2.html http://www.writeaprisoner.com/vbforum/blogs/nova-carillo/141-welcome-ttis-sem-part-2.html Fri, 20 Nov 2009 06:48:21 GMT :airhead: :airhead: ]]> nova carillo http://www.writeaprisoner.com/vbforum/blogs/nova-carillo/141-welcome-ttis-sem-part-2.html http://www.writeaprisoner.com/vbforum/blogs/nova-carillo/140-welcome-sem.html Fri, 20 Nov 2009 06:43:24 GMT :xmas_emot::xmas_emoNov 8,09 sunday

Hi Dairie,

Hmpfff 1st day of sunday class now...wla p kming teacher sa finance

pro nakita ko sila Irene na si Maam Gemma ilang teacher kya pumasok ako sa room nila.

tas sabi ni Maam na pwede daw nku i-drop akong finance pra sya akong teacher..

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Mga around 9am, pumasok ako sa klase ni MAAM Gemma...kya yon lingaw kaayo...as usual,chikka-chikka npod mi tanan.

hanggang lunch,sabay sana ako ky Prime Minister maglunch meeting pro pnagsa lng mn gud ni mahitabo na makasalo namo si maam kya gi-cancel nku ang meeting ky prime.

Graveh daghana pod ug na mismerize sa beauty ni Maam oi...hek hek hek!!!!daghyan kaayog nag paregardz...ows!!!

inggit sila wla silay teacher na gwapa!!!hahahahahaha

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---------PAGKAGABII--------------

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Pagkagabi.PE tym 6-8 pm...

Ngtext si Irene ky Sir Bzzz pra sa load taz sinamahan ko si Irene ksi ganahan lng ko mag uban2 sa iyaha.

Nagsabot mi ni Irene na sa hagdan lng ko didto sa may B.A Lab pra dli mi magkita ni Sir pro pag tuntong ko plng sa stairs,parang magnet ang pag-iisip ni Sir nung makita nya si Irene.

Hinanap nya kung saan ako.!!!Gosh nung makita ako ni Sir,Lumapit sya ng kunti tas nagsmile sya

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then nakipag chikka-chikka pa sya akua na mura lng ug wlay nahitabo samua!!

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Eoww...ang kapal ng mukha nya!! PLASTIKA NYA OI!!!

pagkatapos nya akong pagbantaan at halos paluhurin nya ako sa harap nya,ito ngayon sya...proudly nakangiti`...What A damn arrogant teacher!!!!

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pti si Irene na-shock gud ky tan-aw nya ky sir murag wla lng!!!!.

Nung nakipag chikka-chikka si sir Sakua,tiningnan ko lng sya...hindi ako kumibo kya yon,gi asked ko ni sir if nganu nagsibilyan daw ko?

Tas i answered na"ay wla lng man sir"

tas mao to nag smile napod syag maayo sakua!!!

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makalagot kaayo...halos muhilak ko sa kalagot sa iyaha ng tan-aw na pagkahuman sa iyang gibuhat skua,naa pa syay face para iharap sakua!!!

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Attachment 1
gusto ko sana syang insultuhin nun...pro nasa public kmi..maraming teacher na dumadaan at mga studyante.

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Atsaka naisip ko rin,pag ininsulto ko sya,baka mlaman nya na graveh ang galit ko sa kanya.

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Pro in-fairness diary huh!!!!nOung nagsmile si sir sakin,hapit pod ko na-mesmerize sa iyahang tantalizing eyes ug cutie smile!!!toink!!toink!!toink!!!

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Hahahaha....!!!!

hahayyy....kapal talaga ng mukha niya!!!!wla jud sya naulaw buh!!!

nganung nag exist pman ang mga tao nga sama nya oi!!

.

habang lumalakad,irene told me na mao daw mugara si sir ug panghadlok sakua ky mahadlok man gud daw dayon ko!!!

.

tingin daw nya sakin knina habang kausap si sir ky nahadlok daw kaayo ko!!!maong proud kaayo si sir!!

EWAN KO BA!!!kung bat para akong natakot...

pro i thnk God narin kc nung magkita kmi knina,maraming tao at nandun din si Irene kc kung hindi...pagbabantaan na naman nya ako at tatakutin!!!

**** sya!!!

pro wla naman akong balak gumanti...

Pe3 tym,nag asked ko sa mga 2nd yer kung knsa amung teacher sa BUS2" internet marketing" kc wla pman gud mi teacher...

sabi nila,posible daw na si sir Bzzz ky mao lng daw ang available!!!

huh!!!patay!!!!yon din ang hinala ko.

meaning...every meeting nku makita ang damn,swine face ni sir!!!pro naisip ko,mas maganda nga siguro pag sya akong teacher ky challenge kaayo ni..

.

isa pa,wla npod koy lusot sa iyaha..

sa totoo lng,kaya ko namang sirain ang reputasyon ni sir sa skol kc hawak naku iyahang secreto tas

sabi ni Irene kahapon,willing daw sya mo testify if ever magkaharap mi ni sir sa office kc from the beginning,kabalo si irene sa issue tas kabalo pod sya kung unsa akong gibuhat na kung tutuusin,hindi naman talaga kasalanan yong ginawa ko!!!!

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pro sobra pod nagtaka si irene if nganung giinitan kog maayo ni sir!!!

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anytime,pwede na akong makaganti sa kanya ngayon..kaso makakonsensya lng jud buh!!!

according to Rom.12:17" KUNG BUHATAN KAG DAUTAN,AYAW BASLI UG DAUTAN.BUHATA ANG GIILA SA TANAN NGA MAAYO"

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Kaya ang gusto kung mangyari ngayon ay magkaroon ng hustisya.,mahatagan unta ug disiplinary action si sir para tumigil na sa pagbbanta at pananakot sakin.

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pro pano mangyari yon?wla akong concretong ebedinsya na magpatunay na binantaan nya ako!!!yon ang masakit at unfair sa lahat!!!!.

Irene added na kelangan daw unta nku mangita ug trusted teacher na tga Brokenshire pra sultihan nku sa ginabuhat ni sir sakua pra pod daw ma-advisan ko ky basig sa sunod,masiraan daw ko ug ulo tungod sa problema.

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pro naisip ko,sino naman?hindi rin kc ako mahilig mg share ug problema sa uban tao baka ma-tsismis lng kaya instead na ma-solve,mas lalo lng lumala ang situasyon.kaya nga si Irene lng ang nakakaalam ng buong storya nito at walang ibang studyante na nakakaalam na graveh na ang ginabuhat ni sir sakua!!!

.

Gusto ko rin sana na may isang teacher akong mapagsabihan ng lahat ng ito,...kc gusto nku na naay mka advice saakua kung unsa akong dapat buhaton kc sa tinuod lng,sakit na kaayo permi akong ulo...

.

baka hindi magtagal,masiraan na ako ng ulo!!!

.

pro naisip ko,sino naman kaya ang pwede kong pagkatiwalaan?

Tanan teacher na ganahan sakua sauna pag 1st year,dli na man gani ganahan sakua sinz ngsali ko sa scmp ky lahi na daw ko ug kalibutan!!!!

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isa pa,teacher din si sir bzzz....im sure lahat ng teacher ay -PRO- sa kanya!!!!

kinsa man pod daw ko pra kampihan sa mga teacher?

pag magsumbong ko,baka sa halip na ma solve among problema,at tigilan na ako ni sir,baka mas lalo pa nya akong takutin dahil sa ginawa kong pagsumbong!!!

kya ok na sakin na diary lng akong ka storya!!!!pro if ever lng awayon pko ni sir,

ipahiya jud nku sya sa harap sa klase!!bantay lng pod sya sa evaluation.

i know maski pag daghan kog negativ na ibutang sa evaluation,

dli nku sya kaya mapahawa sa broke ky maayong tao ang pagtan-aw sa tanan studyante sa iyaha...isa pa,si sir pod ang pinaka-brigh na teacher sa Broke sa computer, Tas PHD na sya,graduate sa masteral

tas physically, gwapo pod jud si sir,matangkad,appealing,bata pa pod sya at 28 years old.kya in-demand ang mga katulad nya!!!

pro ang tangi ko lng laban sa kanya ay ang hawak ko ang secreto nya!!!

at ang sirain ang pagkatao nya.

pro ayoko gawin yon...iiwas nlng ako sa kanya hanggat maari..

ayoko rin makipag PEACE TALK c ayon nga ky Mao Tse Tung,....

"ANG KAPAYAPAAN AY MAKAKAMIT LAMANG PAGKATAPOS NG MADUGONG REBOLUSYON"

kya para sakin,mag peace lng mi ni sir kung isa samin ang susuko at kailangan may isang buhay angdapat masira bgo magkaroon ng peace samin..

:chief:


pro ayokong sumuko sa laban namin.

if ever matalo man ko,idamay nku sya sa akong kapildihan.



:aboot:



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t: ]]> nova carillo http://www.writeaprisoner.com/vbforum/blogs/nova-carillo/140-welcome-sem.html http://www.writeaprisoner.com/vbforum/blogs/nova-carillo/139-welcome-sem.html Fri, 20 Nov 2009 06:42:49 GMT :xmas_emot::xmas_emoNov 8,09 sunday

Hi Dairie,

Hmpfff 1st day of sunday class now...wla p kming teacher sa finance

pro nakita ko sila Irene na si Maam Gemma ilang teacher kya pumasok ako sa room nila.

tas sabi ni Maam na pwede daw nku i-drop akong finance pra sya akong teacher..

.

Mga around 9am, pumasok ako sa klase ni MAAM Gemma...kya yon lingaw kaayo...as usual,chikka-chikka npod mi tanan.

hanggang lunch,sabay sana ako ky Prime Minister maglunch meeting pro pnagsa lng mn gud ni mahitabo na makasalo namo si maam kya gi-cancel nku ang meeting ky prime.

Graveh daghana pod ug na mismerize sa beauty ni Maam oi...hek hek hek!!!!daghyan kaayog nag paregardz...ows!!!

inggit sila wla silay teacher na gwapa!!!hahahahahaha

.

.

..

---------PAGKAGABII--------------

.

Pagkagabi.PE tym 6-8 pm...

Ngtext si Irene ky Sir Bzzz pra sa load taz sinamahan ko si Irene ksi ganahan lng ko mag uban2 sa iyaha.

Nagsabot mi ni Irene na sa hagdan lng ko didto sa may B.A Lab pra dli mi magkita ni Sir pro pag tuntong ko plng sa stairs,parang magnet ang pag-iisip ni Sir nung makita nya si Irene.

Hinanap nya kung saan ako.!!!Gosh nung makita ako ni Sir,Lumapit sya ng kunti tas nagsmile sya

.

then nakipag chikka-chikka pa sya akua na mura lng ug wlay nahitabo samua!!

'

Eoww...ang kapal ng mukha nya!! PLASTIKA NYA OI!!!

pagkatapos nya akong pagbantaan at halos paluhurin nya ako sa harap nya,ito ngayon sya...proudly nakangiti`...What A damn arrogant teacher!!!!

.

.

pti si Irene na-shock gud ky tan-aw nya ky sir murag wla lng!!!!.

Nung nakipag chikka-chikka si sir Sakua,tiningnan ko lng sya...hindi ako kumibo kya yon,gi asked ko ni sir if nganu nagsibilyan daw ko?

Tas i answered na"ay wla lng man sir"

tas mao to nag smile napod syag maayo sakua!!!

.

makalagot kaayo...halos muhilak ko sa kalagot sa iyaha ng tan-aw na pagkahuman sa iyang gibuhat skua,naa pa syay face para iharap sakua!!!

.
Attachment 1
gusto ko sana syang insultuhin nun...pro nasa public kmi..maraming teacher na dumadaan at mga studyante.

.

Atsaka naisip ko rin,pag ininsulto ko sya,baka mlaman nya na graveh ang galit ko sa kanya.

.

Pro in-fairness diary huh!!!!nOung nagsmile si sir sakin,hapit pod ko na-mesmerize sa iyahang tantalizing eyes ug cutie smile!!!toink!!toink!!toink!!!

..

Hahahaha....!!!!

hahayyy....kapal talaga ng mukha niya!!!!wla jud sya naulaw buh!!!

nganung nag exist pman ang mga tao nga sama nya oi!!

.

habang lumalakad,irene told me na mao daw mugara si sir ug panghadlok sakua ky mahadlok man gud daw dayon ko!!!

.

tingin daw nya sakin knina habang kausap si sir ky nahadlok daw kaayo ko!!!maong proud kaayo si sir!!

EWAN KO BA!!!kung bat para akong natakot...

pro i thnk God narin kc nung magkita kmi knina,maraming tao at nandun din si Irene kc kung hindi...pagbabantaan na naman nya ako at tatakutin!!!

**** sya!!!

pro wla naman akong balak gumanti...

Pe3 tym,nag asked ko sa mga 2nd yer kung knsa amung teacher sa BUS2" internet marketing" kc wla pman gud mi teacher...

sabi nila,posible daw na si sir Bzzz ky mao lng daw ang available!!!

huh!!!patay!!!!yon din ang hinala ko.

meaning...every meeting nku makita ang damn,swine face ni sir!!!pro naisip ko,mas maganda nga siguro pag sya akong teacher ky challenge kaayo ni..

.

isa pa,wla npod koy lusot sa iyaha..

sa totoo lng,kaya ko namang sirain ang reputasyon ni sir sa skol kc hawak naku iyahang secreto tas

sabi ni Irene kahapon,willing daw sya mo testify if ever magkaharap mi ni sir sa office kc from the beginning,kabalo si irene sa issue tas kabalo pod sya kung unsa akong gibuhat na kung tutuusin,hindi naman talaga kasalanan yong ginawa ko!!!!

.

pro sobra pod nagtaka si irene if nganung giinitan kog maayo ni sir!!!

.

anytime,pwede na akong makaganti sa kanya ngayon..kaso makakonsensya lng jud buh!!!

according to Rom.12:17" KUNG BUHATAN KAG DAUTAN,AYAW BASLI UG DAUTAN.BUHATA ANG GIILA SA TANAN NGA MAAYO"

.

Kaya ang gusto kung mangyari ngayon ay magkaroon ng hustisya.,mahatagan unta ug disiplinary action si sir para tumigil na sa pagbbanta at pananakot sakin.

.

pro pano mangyari yon?wla akong concretong ebedinsya na magpatunay na binantaan nya ako!!!yon ang masakit at unfair sa lahat!!!!.

Irene added na kelangan daw unta nku mangita ug trusted teacher na tga Brokenshire pra sultihan nku sa ginabuhat ni sir sakua pra pod daw ma-advisan ko ky basig sa sunod,masiraan daw ko ug ulo tungod sa problema.

.

pro naisip ko,sino naman?hindi rin kc ako mahilig mg share ug problema sa uban tao baka ma-tsismis lng kaya instead na ma-solve,mas lalo lng lumala ang situasyon.kaya nga si Irene lng ang nakakaalam ng buong storya nito at walang ibang studyante na nakakaalam na graveh na ang ginabuhat ni sir sakua!!!

.

Gusto ko rin sana na may isang teacher akong mapagsabihan ng lahat ng ito,...kc gusto nku na naay mka advice saakua kung unsa akong dapat buhaton kc sa tinuod lng,sakit na kaayo permi akong ulo...

.

baka hindi magtagal,masiraan na ako ng ulo!!!

.

pro naisip ko,sino naman kaya ang pwede kong pagkatiwalaan?

Tanan teacher na ganahan sakua sauna pag 1st year,dli na man gani ganahan sakua sinz ngsali ko sa scmp ky lahi na daw ko ug kalibutan!!!!

.

isa pa,teacher din si sir bzzz....im sure lahat ng teacher ay -PRO- sa kanya!!!!

kinsa man pod daw ko pra kampihan sa mga teacher?

pag magsumbong ko,baka sa halip na ma solve among problema,at tigilan na ako ni sir,baka mas lalo pa nya akong takutin dahil sa ginawa kong pagsumbong!!!

kya ok na sakin na diary lng akong ka storya!!!!pro if ever lng awayon pko ni sir,

ipahiya jud nku sya sa harap sa klase!!bantay lng pod sya sa evaluation.

i know maski pag daghan kog negativ na ibutang sa evaluation,

dli nku sya kaya mapahawa sa broke ky maayong tao ang pagtan-aw sa tanan studyante sa iyaha...isa pa,si sir pod ang pinaka-brigh na teacher sa Broke sa computer, Tas PHD na sya,graduate sa masteral

tas physically, gwapo pod jud si sir,matangkad,appealing,bata pa pod sya at 28 years old.kya in-demand ang mga katulad nya!!!

pro ang tangi ko lng laban sa kanya ay ang hawak ko ang secreto nya!!!

at ang sirain ang pagkatao nya.

pro ayoko gawin yon...iiwas nlng ako sa kanya hanggat maari..

ayoko rin makipag PEACE TALK c ayon nga ky Mao Tse Tung,....

"ANG KAPAYAPAAN AY MAKAKAMIT LAMANG PAGKATAPOS NG MADUGONG REBOLUSYON"

kya para sakin,mag peace lng mi ni sir kung isa samin ang susuko at kailangan may isang buhay angdapat masira bgo magkaroon ng peace samin..

:chief:


pro ayokong sumuko sa laban namin.

if ever matalo man ko,idamay nku sya sa akong kapildihan.



:aboot:



u

t: ]]> nova carillo http://www.writeaprisoner.com/vbforum/blogs/nova-carillo/139-welcome-sem.html http://www.writeaprisoner.com/vbforum/blogs/nova-carillo/138-welcome-sem.html Fri, 20 Nov 2009 05:30:17 GMT :xmas_emot::xmas_emoNov 8,09 sunday

Hi Dairie,

Hmpfff 1st day of sunday class now...wla p kming teacher sa finance

pro nakita ko sila Irene na si Maam Gemma ilang teacher kya pumasok ako sa room nila.

tas sabi ni Maam na pwede daw nku i-drop akong finance pra sya akong teacher..

.

Mga around 9am, pumasok ako sa klase ni MAAM Gemma...kya yon lingaw kaayo...as usual,chikka-chikka npod mi tanan.

hanggang lunch,sabay sana ako ky Prime Minister maglunch meeting pro pnagsa lng mn gud ni mahitabo na makasalo namo si maam kya gi-cancel nku ang meeting ky prime.

Graveh daghana pod ug na mismerize sa beauty ni Maam oi...hek hek hek!!!!daghyan kaayog nag paregardz...ows!!!

inggit sila wla silay teacher na gwapa!!!hahahahahaha

.

.

..

---------PAGKAGABII--------------

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Pagkagabi.PE tym 6-8 pm...

Ngtext si Irene ky Sir Bzzz pra sa load taz sinamahan ko si Irene ksi ganahan lng ko mag uban2 sa iyaha.

Nagsabot mi ni Irene na sa hagdan lng ko didto sa may B.A Lab pra dli mi magkita ni Sir pro pag tuntong ko plng sa stairs,parang magnet ang pag-iisip ni Sir nung makita nya si Irene.

Hinanap nya kung saan ako.!!!Gosh nung makita ako ni Sir,Lumapit sya ng kunti tas nagsmile sya

.

then nakipag chikka-chikka pa sya akua na mura lng ug wlay nahitabo samua!!

'

Eoww...ang kapal ng mukha nya!! PLASTIKA NYA OI!!!

pagkatapos nya akong pagbantaan at halos paluhurin nya ako sa harap nya,ito ngayon sya...proudly nakangiti`...What A damn arrogant teacher!!!!

.

.

pti si Irene na-shock gud ky tan-aw nya ky sir murag wla lng!!!!.

Nung nakipag chikka-chikka si sir Sakua,tiningnan ko lng sya...hindi ako kumibo kya yon,gi asked ko ni sir if nganu nagsibilyan daw ko?

Tas i answered na"ay wla lng man sir"

tas mao to nag smile napod syag maayo sakua!!!

.

makalagot kaayo...halos muhilak ko sa kalagot sa iyaha ng tan-aw na pagkahuman sa iyang gibuhat skua,naa pa syay face para iharap sakua!!!

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gusto ko sana syang insultuhin nun...pro nasa public kmi..maraming teacher na dumadaan at mga studyante.

.

Atsaka naisip ko rin,pag ininsulto ko sya,baka mlaman nya na graveh ang galit ko sa kanya.

.

Pro in-fairness diary huh!!!!nOung nagsmile si sir sakin,hapit pod ko na-mesmerize sa iyahang tantalizing eyes ug cutie smile!!!toink!!toink!!toink!!!

..

Hahahaha....!!!!

hahayyy....kapal talaga ng mukha niya!!!!wla jud sya naulaw buh!!!

nganung nag exist pman ang mga tao nga sama nya oi!!

.

habang lumalakad,irene told me na mao daw mugara si sir ug panghadlok sakua ky mahadlok man gud daw dayon ko!!!

.

tingin daw nya sakin knina habang kausap si sir ky nahadlok daw kaayo ko!!!maong proud kaayo si sir!!

EWAN KO BA!!!kung bat para akong natakot...

pro i thnk God narin kc nung magkita kmi knina,maraming tao at nandun din si Irene kc kung hindi...pagbabantaan na naman nya ako at tatakutin!!!

**** sya!!!

pro wla naman akong balak gumanti...

Pe3 tym,nag asked ko sa mga 2nd yer kung knsa amung teacher sa BUS2" internet marketing" kc wla pman gud mi teacher...

sabi nila,posible daw na si sir Bzzz ky mao lng daw ang available!!!

huh!!!patay!!!!yon din ang hinala ko.

meaning...every meeting nku makita ang damn,swine face ni sir!!!pro naisip ko,mas maganda nga siguro pag sya akong teacher ky challenge kaayo ni..

.

isa pa,wla npod koy lusot sa iyaha..

sa totoo lng,kaya ko namang sirain ang reputasyon ni sir sa skol kc hawak naku iyahang secreto tas

sabi ni Irene kahapon,willing daw sya mo testify if ever magkaharap mi ni sir sa office kc from the beginning,kabalo si irene sa issue tas kabalo pod sya kung unsa akong gibuhat na kung tutuusin,hindi naman talaga kasalanan yong ginawa ko!!!!

.

pro sobra pod nagtaka si irene if nganung giinitan kog maayo ni sir!!!

.

anytime,pwede na akong makaganti sa kanya ngayon..kaso makakonsensya lng jud buh!!!

according to Rom.12:17" KUNG BUHATAN KAG DAUTAN,AYAW BASLI UG DAUTAN.BUHATA ANG GIILA SA TANAN NGA MAAYO"

.

Kaya ang gusto kung mangyari ngayon ay magkaroon ng hustisya.,mahatagan unta ug disiplinary action si sir para tumigil na sa pagbbanta at pananakot sakin.

.

pro pano mangyari yon?wla akong concretong ebedinsya na magpatunay na binantaan nya ako!!!yon ang masakit at unfair sa lahat!!!!.

Irene added na kelangan daw unta nku mangita ug trusted teacher na tga Brokenshire pra sultihan nku sa ginabuhat ni sir sakua pra pod daw ma-advisan ko ky basig sa sunod,masiraan daw ko ug ulo tungod sa problema.

.

pro naisip ko,sino naman?hindi rin kc ako mahilig mg share ug problema sa uban tao baka ma-tsismis lng kaya instead na ma-solve,mas lalo lng lumala ang situasyon.kaya nga si Irene lng ang nakakaalam ng buong storya nito at walang ibang studyante na nakakaalam na graveh na ang ginabuhat ni sir sakua!!!

.

Gusto ko rin sana na may isang teacher akong mapagsabihan ng lahat ng ito,...kc gusto nku na naay mka advice saakua kung unsa akong dapat buhaton kc sa tinuod lng,sakit na kaayo permi akong ulo...

.

baka hindi magtagal,masiraan na ako ng ulo!!!

.

pro naisip ko,sino naman kaya ang pwede kong pagkatiwalaan?

Tanan teacher na ganahan sakua sauna pag 1st year,dli na man gani ganahan sakua sinz ngsali ko sa scmp ky lahi na daw ko ug kalibutan!!!!

.

isa pa,teacher din si sir bzzz....im sure lahat ng teacher ay -PRO- sa kanya!!!!

kinsa man pod daw ko pra kampihan sa mga teacher?

pag magsumbong ko,baka sa halip na ma solve among problema,at tigilan na ako ni sir,baka mas lalo pa nya akong takutin dahil sa ginawa kong pagsumbong!!!

kya ok na sakin na diary lng akong ka storya!!!!pro if ever lng awayon pko ni sir,

ipahiya jud nku sya sa harap sa klase!!bantay lng pod sya sa evaluation.

i know maski pag daghan kog negativ na ibutang sa evaluation,

dli nku sya kaya mapahawa sa broke ky maayong tao ang pagtan-aw sa tanan studyante sa iyaha...isa pa,si sir pod ang pinaka-brigh na teacher sa Broke sa computer, Tas PHD na sya,graduate sa masteral

tas physically, gwapo pod jud si sir,matangkad,appealing,bata pa pod sya at 28 years old.kya in-demand ang mga katulad nya!!!

pro ang tangi ko lng laban sa kanya ay ang hawak ko ang secreto nya!!!

at ang sirain ang pagkatao nya.

pro ayoko gawin yon...iiwas nlng ako sa kanya hanggat maari..

ayoko rin makipag PEACE TALK c ayon nga ky Mao Tse Tung,....

"ANG KAPAYAPAAN AY MAKAKAMIT LAMANG PAGKATAPOS NG MADUGONG REBOLUSYON"

kya para sakin,mag peace lng mi ni sir kung isa samin ang susuko at kailangan may isang buhay angdapat masira bgo magkaroon ng peace samin..

:chief:


pro ayokong sumuko sa laban namin.

if ever matalo man ko,idamay nku sya sa akong kapildihan.



:aboot:



u

t: ]]> nova carillo http://www.writeaprisoner.com/vbforum/blogs/nova-carillo/138-welcome-sem.html http://www.writeaprisoner.com/vbforum/blogs/nova-carillo/137-welcome-sem.html Fri, 20 Nov 2009 05:24:24 GMT :xmas_emot::xmas_emoNov 8,09 sunday

Hi Dairie,

Hmpfff 1st day of sunday class now...wla p kming teacher sa finance

pro nakita ko sila Irene na si Maam Gemma ilang teacher kya pumasok ako sa room nila.

tas sabi ni Maam na pwede daw nku i-drop akong finance pra sya akong teacher..

.

Mga around 9am, pumasok ako sa klase ni MAAM Gemma...kya yon lingaw kaayo...as usual,chikka-chikka npod mi tanan.

hanggang lunch,sabay sana ako ky Prime Minister maglunch meeting pro pnagsa lng mn gud ni mahitabo na makasalo namo si maam kya gi-cancel nku ang meeting ky prime.

Graveh daghana pod ug na mismerize sa beauty ni Maam oi...hek hek hek!!!!daghyan kaayog nag paregardz...ows!!!

inggit sila wla silay teacher na gwapa!!!hahahahahaha

.

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..

---------PAGKAGABII--------------

.

Pagkagabi.PE tym 6-8 pm...

Ngtext si Irene ky Sir Bantzzz pra sa load taz sinamahan ko si Irene ksi ganahan lng ko mag uban2 sa iyaha.

Nagsabot mi ni Irene na sa hagdan lng ko didto sa may B.A Lab pra dli mi magkita ni Sir pro pag tuntong ko plng sa stairs,parang magnet ang pag-iisip ni Sir nung makita nya si Irene.

Hinanap nya kung saan ako.!!!Gosh nung makita ako ni Sir,Lumapit sya ng kunti tas nagsmile sya

.

then nakipag chikka-chikka pa sya akua na mura lng ug wlay nahitabo samua!!

'

Eoww...ang kapal ng mukha nya!! PLASTIKA NYA OI!!!

pagkatapos nya akong pagbantaan at halos paluhurin nya ako sa harap nya,ito ngayon sya...proudly nakangiti`...What A damn arrogant teacher!!!!

.

.

pti si Irene na-shock gud ky tan-aw nya ky sir murag wla lng!!!!.

Nung nakipag chikka-chikka si sir Sakua,tiningnan ko lng sya...hindi ako kumibo kya yon,gi asked ko ni sir if nganu nagsibilyan daw ko?

Tas i answered na"ay wla lng man sir"

tas mao to nag smile napod syag maayo sakua!!!

.

makalagot kaayo...halos muhilak ko sa kalagot sa iyaha ng tan-aw na pagkahuman sa iyang gibuhat skua,naa pa syay face para iharap sakua!!!

.

gusto ko sana syang insultuhin nun...pro nasa public kmi..maraming teacher na dumadaan at mga studyante.

.

Atsaka naisip ko rin,pag ininsulto ko sya,baka mlaman nya na graveh ang galit ko sa kanya.

.

Pro in-fairness diary huh!!!!nOung nagsmile si sir sakin,hapit pod ko na-mesmerize sa iyahang tantalizing eyes ug cutie smile!!!toink!!toink!!toink!!!

..

Hahahaha....!!!!

hahayyy....kapal talaga ng mukha niya!!!!wla jud sya naulaw buh!!!

nganung nag exist pman ang mga tao nga sama nya oi!!

.

habang lumalakad,irene told me na mao daw mugara si sir ug panghadlok sakua ky mahadlok man gud daw dayon ko!!!

.

tingin daw nya sakin knina habang kausap si sir ky nahadlok daw kaayo ko!!!maong proud kaayo si sir!!

EWAN KO BA!!!kung bat para akong natakot...

pro i thnk God narin kc nung magkita kmi knina,maraming tao at nandun din si Irene kc kung hindi...pagbabantaan na naman nya ako at tatakutin!!!

**** sya!!!

pro wla naman akong balak gumanti...

Pe3 tym,nag asked ko sa mga 2nd yer kung knsa amung teacher sa BUS2" internet marketing" kc wla pman gud mi teacher...

sabi nila,posible daw na si sir Bantzzz ky mao lng daw ang available!!!

huh!!!patay!!!!yon din ang hinala ko.

meaning...every meeting nku makita ang damn,swine face ni sir!!!pro naisip ko,mas maganda nga siguro pag sya akong teacher ky challenge kaayo ni..

.

isa pa,wla npod koy lusot sa iyaha..

sa totoo lng,kaya ko namang sirain ang reputasyon ni sir sa skol kc hawak naku iyahang secreto tas

sabi ni Irene kahapon,willing daw sya mo testify if ever magkaharap mi ni sir sa office kc from the beginning,kabalo si irene sa issue tas kabalo pod sya kung unsa akong gibuhat na kung tutuusin,hindi naman talaga kasalanan yong ginawa ko!!!!

.

pro sobra pod nagtaka si irene if nganung giinitan kog maayo ni sir!!!

.

anytime,pwede na akong makaganti sa kanya ngayon..kaso makakonsensya lng jud buh!!!

according to Rom.12:17" KUNG BUHATAN KAG DAUTAN,AYAW BASLI UG DAUTAN.BUHATA ANG GIILA SA TANAN NGA MAAYO"

.

Kaya ang gusto kung mangyari ngayon ay magkaroon ng hustisya.,mahatagan unta ug disiplinary action si sir para tumigil na sa pagbbanta at pananakot sakin.

.

pro pano mangyari yon?wla akong concretong ebedinsya na magpatunay na binantaan nya ako!!!yon ang masakit at unfair sa lahat!!!!.

Irene added na kelangan daw unta nku mangita ug trusted teacher na tga Brokenshire pra sultihan nku sa ginabuhat ni sir sakua pra pod daw ma-advisan ko ky basig sa sunod,masiraan daw ko ug ulo tungod sa problema.

.

pro naisip ko,sino naman?hindi rin kc ako mahilig mg share ug problema sa uban tao baka ma-tsismis lng kaya instead na ma-solve,mas lalo lng lumala ang situasyon.kaya nga si Irene lng ang nakakaalam ng buong storya nito at walang ibang studyante na nakakaalam na graveh na ang ginabuhat ni sir sakua!!!

.

Gusto ko rin sana na may isang teacher akong mapagsabihan ng lahat ng ito,...kc gusto nku na naay mka advice saakua kung unsa akong dapat buhaton kc sa tinuod lng,sakit na kaayo permi akong ulo...

.

baka hindi magtagal,masiraan na ako ng ulo!!!

.

pro naisip ko,sino naman kaya ang pwede kong pagkatiwalaan?

Tanan teacher na ganahan sakua sauna pag 1st year,dli na man gani ganahan sakua sinz ngsali ko sa scmp ky lahi na daw ko ug kalibutan!!!!

.

isa pa,teacher din si sir bantzzz....im sure lahat ng teacher ay -PRO- sa kanya!!!!

kinsa man pod daw ko pra kampihan sa mga teacher?

pag magsumbong ko,baka sa halip na ma solve among problema,at tigilan na ako ni sir,baka mas lalo pa nya akong takutin dahil sa ginawa kong pagsumbong!!!

kya ok na sakin na diary lng akong ka storya!!!!pro if ever lng awayon pko ni sir,

ipahiya jud nku sya sa harap sa klase!!bantay lng pod sya sa evaluation.

i know maski pag daghan kog negativ na ibutang sa evaluation,

dli nku sya kaya mapahawa sa broke ky maayong tao ang pagtan-aw sa tanan studyante sa iyaha...isa pa,si sir pod ang pinaka-brigh na teacher sa Broke sa computer, Tas PHD na sya,graduate sa masteral

tas physically, gwapo pod jud si sir,matangkad,appealing,bata pa pod sya at 28 years old.kya in-demand ang mga katulad nya!!!

pro ang tangi ko lng laban sa kanya ay ang hawak ko ang secreto nya!!!

at ang sirain ang pagkatao nya.

pro ayoko gawin yon...iiwas nlng ako sa kanya hanggat maari..

ayoko rin makipag PEACE TALK c ayon nga ky Mao Tse Tung,....

"ANG KAPAYAPAAN AY MAKAKAMIT LAMANG PAGKATAPOS NG MADUGONG REBOLUSYON"

kya para sakin,mag peace lng mi ni sir kung isa samin ang susuko at kailangan may isang buhay angdapat masira bgo magkaroon ng peace samin..

pro ayokong sumuko sa laban namin.

if ever matalo man ko,idamay nku sya sa akong kapildihan.

u

t: ]]> nova carillo http://www.writeaprisoner.com/vbforum/blogs/nova-carillo/137-welcome-sem.html http://www.writeaprisoner.com/vbforum/blogs/witch_1975/136-visting-cali.html Thu, 29 Oct 2009 00:07:09 GMT I was approved to visit my pp, in tehachapi,ca. But then he gets transfered to calipatria,ca. So do i have to do another visiting form or does the same one work for the other prison:a3_4_20: I was approved to visit my pp, in tehachapi,ca. But then he gets transfered to calipatria,ca. So do i have to do another visiting form or does the same one work for the other prison:a3_4_20: ]]> witch_1975 http://www.writeaprisoner.com/vbforum/blogs/witch_1975/136-visting-cali.html http://www.writeaprisoner.com/vbforum/blogs/7heaven/135-hidisousbparson.html Mon, 26 Oct 2009 15:56:04 GMT hey son its mom:poke1::poke1: hey son its mom:poke1::poke1: ]]> 7heaven http://www.writeaprisoner.com/vbforum/blogs/7heaven/135-hidisousbparson.html http://www.writeaprisoner.com/vbforum/blogs/rolando/134-welcome-billie-lakoda-robideau.html Wed, 21 Oct 2009 20:10:40 GMT WELCOME BILLIE "LAKODA" ROBIDEAU
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
From:
"contact@whoisleonardpeltier.info"
Add sender to Contacts

To: Roberto /////////

Welcome Billie "Lakoda" Robideau
Please welcome our new support branch coordinator, Billie "Lakoda" Robideau. Lakoda, nephew of Bob Robideau, is also Leonard's cousin and lives in Portland, Oregon. LPDOC support branches may contact Lakoda at Lakoda@whoisleonardpeltier.info. Lakoda replaces Ben Carnes and Wanbli Tate. We extend our gratitude to Ben and Wanbli for their hard work and dedication during this past year, and wish them well in all of their pursuits.


We still need your support ~ Until Leonard is FREE!
Hello to all our friends and supporters, I hope this finds you as well as can be. It has been about two years since my brother asked me to serve this organization, this case, and even the bigger issue of political prisoners.

During these months, I’ve been blessed to know so many who have worked for justice for so long. I’ve been fortunate as well to meet those who have just begun to learn about our work, and the history behind our endeavor. One thing that has become clear to me during this period is that the only way so much could have been accomplished, the only way for all of you to have carried so much of this burden for all these years, is that we have all been touched or impacted in some way by my brother’s case.


I believe we have all accepted that what has happened to Leonard Peltier could happen to any of us. Or rather, that what has been done to him has been done to all of us.


Each one of you, every supporter, every support group, is like a pillar, the foundation this organization is built upon. We are so very thankful for everything you have done and all that you do. No contribution, however big or small, is immaterial. However, it is clear that the level of our support and specifically our donations is far below historical levels. Many of the individuals and support groups who helped us over the years remain dormant since our rebirth. This organization has a mandate of work, which includes phone calls, mailings, travel to meetings and events, merchandise, and all manner of miscellaneous expenditures that arise from day to day. Simply put, we are nowhere near meeting our needs to carry on the work of the last three decades. I know the economy has been very tough on people of late. I know that for many of you right now sending an email or a fax is the limit of what you can do, and that is appreciated. If this is the case, please sit down right now write to your three congressmen on Leonard's behalf, and forward the responses to our office.


We need to relight the fires of activism many of you stoked over the years. I sense that we have the ability together to do more. We have developed a national and international strategy focused on holding the president to his words, a centuries-long struggle for Native peoples. But we cannot even dream of accomplishing any of these without an increase in donations. I talk to many of you and I know what potential we have for the future. This could very well be a new morning for us and all that has been done up to now. I think of my brother in a cage, and I believe in the righteousness of our cause. I believe this organization and this effort can rise again but that depends heavily on the support of all of you. So I simply ask you this; please do all that you can do. If you can talk to raise awareness, then speak to your church or civic organization and ask them to pass a resolution of support. If you can organize fundraisers, then organize. If you can write letters, then write . If you can buy a T-shirt, then buy it-and wear it proudly. Now more than ever, we need your all. Whatever that may be, we are appreciative and will do our best with.


Thank you for your time, your support, and your understanding.


Betty Ann Peltier-Solano


Executive Coordinator ]]> Rolando http://www.writeaprisoner.com/vbforum/blogs/rolando/134-welcome-billie-lakoda-robideau.html http://www.writeaprisoner.com/vbforum/blogs/nursemeg/133-dating-prisoners.html Sat, 17 Oct 2009 21:21:15 GMT Hi. I actually have no idea what I am doing. I grew up in a small town. My father was an attorney and my mother was a kindergarten teacher. I have three brothers (orthopedic surgeon, Army Ranger, and basketball coach), two other sisters (both nurses) and myself (graduating in a year with a degree as a BSN, RN and hoping to attend graduate school to earn a degree as a Nurse Practitioner. I am attending a highly prestigious University and no matter how many guys I date I seem to always want to date the 'bad boy'. I don't even think the guy who smokes a little pot, steals his mother's money, or cheats on his wife is bad enough. I guess I was wondering for any of you that have actually written to the prisoners if it is a smart thing to do. I mean do they write back? Do they call? Are their pictures really them? I guess I just need some help, so please HELP! ]]> NurseMeg http://www.writeaprisoner.com/vbforum/blogs/nursemeg/133-dating-prisoners.html http://www.writeaprisoner.com/vbforum/blogs/rolando/132-texas-prison-system-part-12.html Fri, 16 Oct 2009 20:26:20 GMT Texas Prison System Part 12 by Rolando….10/16/2009 The slow rolling rhythm of the tractor-pulled trailers under the July sun that afternoon gave me time to reflect on my situation, as I observed the cotton boll stalks stretched across the land as far as my eyes could see. Today I will decide if I want to be rewarded for good time conduct reduction of my sentence in exchange for legal slave status that may actually kill me. If I decide to serve 3 years, and not the five the Judge gave me, I must accept to become an indentured servant for the master bosses of the prison without complaints. Or I can sit in a shaded cell back in Huntsville for the entire 5 years. There is no other more vile and coerced quid pro quo in Texas justice than this. And it is perfectly legal. All around me, sweat drenched and lean convicts hang their heads to their chests desperately clinging for a last moment of rest before reaching the spot where their cotton sacks await at the end of a turn row where dropped at lunch time. With eyes shut and heads dangling side to side, my own eyes fast become blurred and burning with the sweat that pour wildly down my brow. Up ahead in front of the tractor, Captain Buddy has kicked his Palomino to a slow gait as the tractor driver shifts into a higher gear. As if planned, a loud convict protest shout of “hey, slow down” breaks the hot monotony of silence on the trailers as Boss Joe and other bosses ride their horses close enough to the dangling legs of the convicts to bark profanities and threats of punishment to those shouting. The shouting protest ring from other parts of the trailers, only to infuriate the riding cowboys into pointing their shotguns at the convicts, demanding silence. The cowboy bosses are furious and the hot sun makes them even more ill tempered as they continue to search for agitators, as they refer to any convict that speaks out. I can already sense that the rest of this day will be pure hell under boss Joe. Everyone on the trailers are now wide awake, if indeed they were sleeping which I surely doubted. Laughing and talking even as the cowboy bosses sneered their sweaty eyes in the direction of the talking, pointing their shotguns in menacing motions towards the trailers. The commotion on the trailers was due to the cotton sacks up ahead as the convicts were trying to figure out exactly where they had dropped theirs. As the tractor came to a stop, the cowboy bosses rode their horses into the cotton field, and away from the trailers to avoid making contact with the convicts. From several yards into the cotton field the bosses barked orders for each squad to catch their previous rows and start picking. The exact words barked by the cowboy bosses to the convicts that afternoon are not appropriate for printing here, so let me just say that I was witnessing a scenario that is extremely difficult to believe if you were not there. Image approximately ten flatbed trailers carrying over a hundred convicts to an open cotton field. The bosses on horse back welding shotguns are all nervous as the convicts jump to the ground from the trailers hurriedly looking for a cotton sacks. Some of the horses rear up on the hind legs as the cowboy bosses try to control the animal at the same time keeping his eyes on the convicts – who may pull him off his horse to the ground and disarm him. With the 100 + temperature sun tempers go wild on the cowboy bosses and it is at time such as this one that lives are lost in the prison cotton fields, if not lost to body dehydration for lack of bodily fluids, which are also denied to the convicts by the cowboy bosses. Poor inadequate nourishment of half cooked brown beans and corn bread, spiked with boiled vegetables washed down with luke warm water in the mess hall produce a racing hound dog like convict so lean and fast that I had to marvel at the strength and swiftness on those around me that day. Somehow I had to acknowledge that these convicts had been doing this particular act for years and had to be well trained. “Bull Dog, bring me a sack”, Boss Joe hollered at the water boy who had just arrived with his mule pulled water wagon. The rest of my squad and most others had already found their places and rows and were now stooped low picking cotton. The sack was empty but heavy with plasters of mud and I flung it on my shoulder and took the place next to my friend on a row and stood there looking ahead. My first mistake, as Boss Joe had his horse dancing all over my sack, “git yore stinking meskin ***down on that thare row `n start piking, show me wair the sun don shine”, as he was yelling for all the other convicts could hear. I bent down and plucked my first cotton bud off a spiny boll that felt like a razor`s edge. For the first time I realized just how hard it was going to be for me to be on good behavior to earn reduction of my sentence. My whole body is drenching wet with my own sweat and I haven`t even pick a pound of cotton yet. To make matters worse I was expected to pick 120 pounds a day. In my case, that amount was only half, since I started work at 1 p.m...Whatever the situation , I would never pick 60 pounds the rest of the afternoon. The blistering hot sun, Boss Joe and his horse, my thirst and fear, had my mind racing out of control. I wondered if I would get my act together, or just sit down and quit. My friend noticed my mood and slowly motioned for me to come close. “We all start out the same way, man, you`ll be alright. Just keep low as much as you can, and I will pull you up” he said. What he meant was that he would see that I kept up with the squad and not lag behind by picking the cotton on my row, so I could keep up. I told him I would try, and I did. To continue Texas Prison System
Part 12
by Rolando….10/16/2009


The slow rolling rhythm of the tractor-pulled trailers under the July sun that afternoon gave me time to reflect on my situation, as I observed the cotton boll stalks stretched across the land as far as my eyes could see. Today I will decide if I want to be rewarded for good time conduct reduction of my sentence in exchange for legal slave status that may actually kill me. If I decide to serve 3 years, and not the five the Judge gave me, I must accept to become an indentured servant for the master bosses of the prison without complaints. Or I can sit in a shaded cell back in Huntsville for the entire 5 years. There is no other more vile and coerced quid pro quo in Texas justice than this. And it is perfectly legal.

All around me, sweat drenched and lean convicts hang their heads to their chests desperately clinging for a last moment of rest before reaching the spot where their cotton sacks await at the end of a turn row where dropped at lunch time. With eyes shut and heads dangling side to side, my own eyes fast become blurred and burning with the sweat that pour wildly down my brow.

Up ahead in front of the tractor, Captain Buddy has kicked his Palomino to a slow gait as the tractor driver shifts into a higher gear. As if planned, a loud convict protest shout of “hey, slow down” breaks the hot monotony of silence on the trailers as Boss Joe and other bosses ride their horses close enough to the dangling legs of the convicts to bark profanities and threats of punishment to those shouting. The shouting protest ring from other parts of the trailers, only to infuriate the riding cowboys into pointing their shotguns at the convicts, demanding silence. The cowboy bosses are furious and the hot sun makes them even more ill tempered as they continue to search for agitators, as they refer to any convict that speaks out. I can already sense that the rest of this day will be pure hell under
boss Joe.

Everyone on the trailers are now wide awake, if indeed they were sleeping which I surely doubted. Laughing and talking even as the cowboy bosses sneered their sweaty eyes in the direction of the talking, pointing their shotguns in menacing motions towards the trailers. The commotion on the trailers was due to the cotton sacks up ahead as the convicts were trying to figure out exactly where they had dropped theirs. As the tractor came to a stop, the cowboy bosses rode their horses into the cotton field, and away from the trailers to avoid making contact with the convicts. From several yards into the cotton field the bosses barked orders for each squad to catch their previous rows and start picking. The exact words barked by the cowboy bosses to the convicts that afternoon are not appropriate for printing here, so let me just say that I was witnessing a scenario that is extremely difficult to believe if you were not there.

Image approximately ten flatbed trailers carrying over a hundred convicts to an open cotton field. The bosses on horse back welding shotguns are all nervous as the convicts jump to the ground from the trailers hurriedly looking for a cotton sacks. Some of the horses rear up on the hind legs as the cowboy bosses try to control the animal at the same time keeping his eyes on the convicts – who may pull him off his horse to the ground and disarm him. With the 100 + temperature sun tempers go wild on the cowboy bosses and it is at time such as this one that lives are lost in the prison cotton fields, if not lost to body dehydration for lack of bodily fluids, which are also denied to the convicts by the cowboy bosses.

Poor inadequate nourishment of half cooked brown beans and corn bread, spiked with boiled vegetables washed down with luke warm water in the mess hall produce a racing hound dog like convict so lean and fast that I had to marvel at the strength and swiftness on those around me that day. Somehow I had to acknowledge that these convicts had been doing this particular act for years and had to be well trained.

“Bull Dog, bring me a sack”, Boss Joe hollered at the water boy who had just arrived with his mule pulled water wagon. The rest of my squad and most others had already found their places and rows and were now stooped low picking cotton. The sack was empty but heavy with plasters of mud and I flung it on my shoulder and took the place next to my friend on a row and stood there looking ahead. My first mistake, as Boss Joe had his horse dancing all over my sack, “git yore stinking meskin ***down on that thare row `n start piking, show me wair the sun don shine”, as he was yelling for all the other convicts could hear. I bent down and plucked my first cotton bud off a spiny boll that felt like a razor`s edge. For the first time I realized just how hard it was going to be for me to be on good behavior to earn reduction of my sentence. My whole body is drenching wet with my own sweat and I haven`t even pick a pound of cotton yet. To make matters worse I was expected to pick 120 pounds a day. In my case, that amount was only half, since I started work at 1 p.m...Whatever the situation , I would never pick 60 pounds the rest of the afternoon. The blistering hot sun, Boss Joe and his horse, my thirst and fear, had my mind racing out of control. I wondered if I would get my act together, or just sit down and quit.

My friend noticed my mood and slowly motioned for me to come close. “We all start out the same way, man, you`ll be alright. Just keep low as much as you can, and I will pull you up” he said. What he meant was that he would see that I kept up with the squad and not lag behind by picking the cotton on my row, so I could keep up. I told him I would try, and I did.

To continue ]]> Rolando http://www.writeaprisoner.com/vbforum/blogs/rolando/132-texas-prison-system-part-12.html http://www.writeaprisoner.com/vbforum/blogs/showyourpride/131-racism-america-not-2009.html Tue, 13 Oct 2009 22:52:52 GMT Let me start by saying that both my 100% Spanish grandmothers married 100% British men thus my gene pool is 50% English and 50% Spanish. I self identify as bi racial. To look at me you would think I was a very white Brit. I have very white skin, blue eyes and light hair. (Get a killer tan in the summer) I live in New Mexico and I believe Latino’s are in the majority followed by Native Americans then Caucasians. My history might be a little off but I believe this part of the US was first inhabited by Native Americans then colonized by Spain then acquired by the US as a part of the peace treaty in the Spanish/American war. My history could be a little off though. To get to my point. I was in a Walmart last night and just happened to get in a check out line that had a new person working the cash register. This man happened to be Latino and you could tell he was new and having a difficult time. Well the person behind me happened to mention to me that he did not know why this country was over run with Latinos and they should all go home. He was a Caucasian guy and I am quite sure his family tree did not start in the Americas. I politely ignored him and in my best Spanglish told the clerk to take his time, I was in no hurry. WTF, how can we as a country still have people that have these views? This country was not “discovered” by Europeans. Most of us are not Native Americans thus we can trace our roots to Europe, Asia, Africa, etc. Perhaps people with this point of view need to do some research and find out where their roots lead them. Let me start by saying that both my 100% Spanish grandmothers married 100% British men thus my gene pool is 50% English and 50% Spanish. I self identify as bi racial. To look at me you would think I was a very white Brit. I have very white skin, blue eyes and light hair. (Get a killer tan in the summer)

I live in New Mexico and I believe Latino’s are in the majority followed by Native Americans then Caucasians. My history might be a little off but I believe this part of the US was first inhabited by Native Americans then colonized by Spain then acquired by the US as a part of the peace treaty in the Spanish/American war. My history could be a little off though.

To get to my point. I was in a Walmart last night and just happened to get in a check out line that had a new person working the cash register. This man happened to be Latino and you could tell he was new and having a difficult time. Well the person behind me happened to mention to me that he did not know why this country was over run with Latinos and they should all go home. He was a Caucasian guy and I am quite sure his family tree did not start in the Americas. I politely ignored him and in my best Spanglish told the clerk to take his time, I was in no hurry.

WTF, how can we as a country still have people that have these views? This country was not “discovered” by Europeans. Most of us are not Native Americans thus we can trace our roots to Europe, Asia, Africa, etc. Perhaps people with this point of view need to do some research and find out where their roots lead them. ]]> showyourpride http://www.writeaprisoner.com/vbforum/blogs/showyourpride/131-racism-america-not-2009.html http://www.writeaprisoner.com/vbforum/blogs/rolando/130-free-leonard-peltier.html Fri, 09 Oct 2009 13:53:11 GMT From:
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Leonard Peltier Defense Offense Committee October 8, 2009
Obama, Congress, and the UN
Obama, Congress, and the UN

Thank you all for the overwhelming response to our raffle. We exceeded our fundraising goals and identified supporters in key strategic states and legislative districts. Unfortunately, there could be only one lucky winner, Peggy Harman of New Mexico. Congratulations, Peggy, and better luck next time for everyone else.

As most of you know, Leonard Peltier’s fate is now in the hands of President Obama. While many of us hoped that his vision of change included the release of political prisoners and more just policies in Indian Country, there is no evidence to suggest anything of the sort. President Obama and Attorney General Holder have ruled out a meeting with the LPDOC and ignored a weeklong fast by former support group coordinator Ben Carnes, not to mention executive director Betty Peltier-Solano’s chaining herself to the White House fence. At the United Nations recently, we had meetings scheduled with two world leaders that somehow failed to materialize, perhaps due to pressure from the U.S. government.

Nevertheless, we know we have support around the world, and we will continue to reach out to nations in the Americas in particular to stand up for human rights in the United States, which once was a leader in the fight for international standards the U.S. now says do not apply to it. We have proposed a UN General Assembly resolution calling on President Obama to free Peltier, for which we will continue to seek a national sponsor. If you are an international supporter, please write to your leaders and ask them to publicly support clemency for Leonard Peltier.

In the United States we are beginning a grassroots campaign to persuade members of congress to propose a resolution calling on Barack Obama to grant clemency to Leonard Peltier. Please write to your congressional representatives in the next few days, and be sure to send us a copy of the reply letters so we can figure out where they stand and how we can respond. Of the dozens of legislators that have supported Leonard in the past, there are 12 still in office. If any of the following are your representatives, please send us your name, address, phone and email information so we can coordinate a grassroots effort in your area.

Edward Markey

William Clay

Pete Stark

Daniel Inouye

John Conyers

Neil Abercrombie

Nancy Pelosi

Alice Hastings

Carolyn Maloney

Xavier Becera

John Lewis

Barney Frank



Leonard must not die in prison.

Leonard Peltier Defense Offense Committee

contact@whoisleonardpeltier.info ]]> Rolando http://www.writeaprisoner.com/vbforum/blogs/rolando/130-free-leonard-peltier.html http://www.writeaprisoner.com/vbforum/blogs/rolando/129-good-everyone.html Fri, 02 Oct 2009 19:01:01 GMT To:
"ROBERTO"

October 2, 2009

Hello to everyone,

I wanted to share some thoughts this morning. Morning is a time to be thankful for our life, this world, and our family. It is a time to pray for the upcoming day, so that we may live life to the fullest, and hopefully be wise and gracious towards others. It’s hard to remember sometimes, but we are an extended family and as the saying goes, in my father’s house there are many rooms. We all have opinions that are personal to use that others won’t agree with-That’s how families are. I ask that all of you remember that we are appreciative of everyone’s support, no matter how big or small that support may be. Likewise, we are thankful for those who have supported our cause for years, or just months.

Having said all of this, the LPDOC cannot be held accountable for individual statements or opinions, even if they come from our well known supporters. We clearly outline our platform and our beliefs on our website and through officially released statements and press releases. Everyone has the right to express themselves, but just because someone may mention Leonard Peltier’s name, does not mean we support anything and everything they say-especially on the internet. While the internet can be a fantastic aid, too often it is used for destructive purposes, and as a means to divide instead of uniting people.

Be good to one another, for the sake of everyone. Make this a great day.

Betty Ann Peltier-Solano
Executive Coordinator
Leonard Peltier Defense Offense Committee ]]> Rolando http://www.writeaprisoner.com/vbforum/blogs/rolando/129-good-everyone.html http://www.writeaprisoner.com/vbforum/blogs/rolando/128-texas-prison-system-part-11.html Thu, 01 Oct 2009 19:25:48 GMT Texas Prison System Part 11 by Rolando….10/01/2009 Pico the turn-key bellowed loudly “19 boss!” to the cowboy boss looking down from his caged perch. I realized that he was counting when I saw him standing so close to the door as I went stumbling by. Struggling to keep up with my squad was difficult and awkward to avoid tripping on those in front of me. As I got to the door Captain Buddy was standing close to the last step of the porch counting when I flew by him. His beady eyes stare told me he knew I was fresh meat as he spat tobacco juice my way. My skin complexion after sitting in the country jail for months was clear evidence that I needed to face the sun. The other convicts skin complexions were seared and scorched by the sun, mine was not. I felt the heat immediately, for in Texas July weather, the devil peeks up from the ground in the cotton fields. Damn is was hot! The stories I heard about Captain Buddy were both of his barbaric mood swings and also stories of his funny side. The story that I knew was true was his funny loud booming voice. “LaVocina” which actually means loud speaker in Spanish roared as I reached the opened compound gate. My squad had several strides ahead of me as I heard la vocina`s thunderous voice across the yard, “19 boss Joe!!!”, as boss Joe`s horse seemed startled by the booming sound of La Vocina even if the horses and the bosses were lined up outside the compound. Boss Joe carried my number 4 squad and he fell behind the squad as we trodded by. With his shot gun resting on his chest, I heard “git yore monki meskin a$$ up wit yore squad!” were the first words I would hear this boss belch at me, as I ran to avoid the horse that was on top of my neck and back. Through the thick cloud of rising dust formed by the swiftly gaiting shoes of the convicts in the squads in front of mine, I saw we were headed for our ride to the fields. The rumbling sounds of following squads as they fell behind mine made for a swirling cloud of sickening dust that made breathing for me close to impossible. The thick red dust stuck to my face and over my eyes as the sweat caused by the hot sun wrought tears of sweat down my face. Keeping up with my squad was my first test of competing with convicts that had been through this day many time over and were in top condition both in body strength and survival from heat exhaustion. Somehow I managed to reach the “trailers”. These were all hooked up to one another in a long line to a red tractor. The tractor driver would follow Captain Buddy`s gaiting horse at a pace selected by la vocina. The squads ahead of mine were already sitting on the flat bed trailer with legs dangling towards the ground. The first thing that my friend told me as we reached our ride to the cotton fields was the sitting arrangement rule on the trailers. He would ask the convict sitting next to him to move over a bit, to allow me to sit on the spot that was made for me. I was to “always sit on this same spot”. No one else was allowed by convict trailer rule to sit on someone else`s seat spot. So this would be my own seating place, and it would be up to me to protect it from anyone wanting to sit there. The same considerations applied to all convicts in all the trailers hooked to the tractor. If a convict allows himself to be a pushover and loose his sitting spot on a trailer, that convict will be making a possible fatal mistake. I would have to remember that first lesson, not only on trailers, but in all future personal matters that would affect me. Sitting on the trailer, and reaching for a smoke I looked around the prison surroundings. A short distance from the trailers were countless one family brick houses built close to one another where the cowboys bosses ofHarlem prison farm lived. The green grass yards with the carefully manicured hedges gave the prison area surroundings a false sense of tranquility, for on horseback I knew the devils were substituting their pitch forks with shotguns. Captain Buddy was now riding his horse around the trailers to keep everyone quiet, for no talking was allowed. I noticed the last of the squads were now sitting on the last hooked trailer and it was time to go. The convicts had left their cotton sacks at the head of the rows where they were picking when they came for lunch. I would be given mine by the water boy who had them on his mule cart. I asked my friend what made for all the red dust and red gravel on the compound yard and all around Harlem. He pointed backwards and I turned around to look. I saw what appeared to be red clouds of smoke. It was a brick plant. It was here at Harlem that all bricks were made. The clouds of dust swirled around in the air and landed all over the prison surroundings. So now I knew the source of my confusion about the red dusty road I first saw when I entered the road leading to Harlem this very morning. A sharp sputtering sound of the tractor made for a chain reaction pull that yanked my head to its side as we were on our way. Slowly the trailers moved forward as the convicts started to talk, knowing well that Captain Buddy always rides his horse in front of the tractor setting the pace. The other cowboys bosses galloped their own horses but mostly just kept vigilance of the convicts. As far as my eyes could see, all around me, was color green. It seemed that miles upon miles all around my view, was green – some were cotton leaves – while other green was corn, or sugar cain. I smiled at my self and thought how unlucky I was to have inherited so much agricultural land, ready for the picking. Damn, it was hot! Texas Prison System
Part 11
by Rolando….10/01/2009


Pico the turn-key bellowed loudly “19 boss!” to the cowboy boss looking down from his caged perch. I realized that he was counting when I saw him standing so
close to the door as I went stumbling by. Struggling to keep up with my squad was difficult and awkward to avoid tripping on those in front of me.

As I got to the door Captain Buddy was standing close to the last step of the porch counting when I flew by him. His beady eyes stare told me he knew I was fresh meat as he spat tobacco juice my way. My skin complexion after sitting in the country jail for months was clear evidence that I needed to face the sun. The other convicts skin complexions were seared and scorched by the sun, mine was not. I felt the heat immediately, for in Texas July weather, the devil peeks up from the ground in the cotton fields. Damn is was hot!

The stories I heard about Captain Buddy were both of his barbaric mood swings
and also stories of his funny side. The story that I knew was true was his funny loud booming voice. “LaVocina” which actually means loud speaker in Spanish roared as I reached the opened compound gate. My squad had several strides ahead of me as I heard la vocina`s thunderous voice across the yard, “19 boss Joe!!!”, as boss Joe`s horse seemed startled by the booming sound of La Vocina even if the horses and the bosses were lined up outside the compound. Boss Joe carried my number 4 squad and he fell behind the squad as we trodded by. With his shot gun resting on his chest, I heard “git yore monki meskin a$$ up wit yore squad!” were the first words I would hear this boss belch at me, as I ran to avoid the horse that was on top of my neck and back.

Through the thick cloud of rising dust formed by the swiftly gaiting shoes of the convicts in the squads in front of mine, I saw we were headed for our ride to the fields. The rumbling sounds of following squads as they fell behind mine made for a swirling cloud of sickening dust that made breathing for me close to impossible. The thick red dust stuck to my face and over my eyes as the sweat caused by the hot sun wrought tears of sweat down my face. Keeping up with my squad was my first test of competing with convicts that had been through this day many time over and were in top condition both in body strength and survival from heat exhaustion.

Somehow I managed to reach the “trailers”. These were all hooked up to one another in a long line to a red tractor. The tractor driver would follow Captain Buddy`s gaiting horse at a pace selected by la vocina. The squads ahead of mine were already sitting on the flat bed trailer with legs dangling towards the ground. The first thing that my friend told me as we reached our ride to the cotton fields was the sitting arrangement rule on the trailers. He would ask the convict sitting next to him to move over a bit, to allow me to sit on the spot that was made for me. I was to “always sit on this same spot”. No one else was allowed by convict trailer rule to sit on someone else`s seat spot. So this would be my own seating place, and it would be up to me to protect it from anyone wanting to sit there. The same considerations applied to all convicts in all the trailers hooked to the tractor. If a convict allows himself to be a pushover and loose his sitting spot on a trailer, that convict will be making a possible fatal mistake. I would have to remember that first lesson, not only on trailers, but in all future personal matters that would affect me.

Sitting on the trailer, and reaching for a smoke I looked around the prison surroundings.

A short distance from the trailers were countless one family brick houses built close to one another where the cowboys bosses ofHarlem prison farm lived. The green grass yards with the carefully manicured hedges gave the prison area surroundings a false sense of tranquility, for on horseback I knew the devils were substituting their pitch forks with shotguns. Captain Buddy was now riding his horse around the trailers to keep everyone quiet, for no talking was allowed.
I noticed the last of the squads were now sitting on the last hooked trailer and it was time to go. The convicts had left their cotton sacks at the head of the rows where they were picking when they came for lunch. I would be given mine by the
water boy who had them on his mule cart.

I asked my friend what made for all the red dust and red gravel on the compound yard and all around Harlem. He pointed backwards and I turned around to look. I saw what appeared to be red clouds of smoke. It was a brick plant. It was here at
Harlem that all bricks were made. The clouds of dust swirled around in the air and landed all over the prison surroundings. So now I knew the source of my confusion about the red dusty road I first saw when I entered the road leading to Harlem this very morning.

A sharp sputtering sound of the tractor made for a chain reaction pull that yanked my head to its side as we were on our way. Slowly the trailers moved forward as the convicts started to talk, knowing well that Captain Buddy always rides his horse in front of the tractor setting the pace. The other cowboys bosses galloped their own horses but mostly just kept vigilance of the convicts.

As far as my eyes could see, all around me, was color green. It seemed that miles upon miles all around my view, was green – some were cotton leaves – while other
green was corn, or sugar cain. I smiled at my self and thought how unlucky I was to have inherited so much agricultural land, ready for the picking. Damn, it was hot! ]]> Rolando http://www.writeaprisoner.com/vbforum/blogs/rolando/128-texas-prison-system-part-11.html