Por el Pobrecito Hablador II (Moi)
Mi nombre es Jaime, tiene diptongo
Y estos son versos que yo compongo
Yo soy un hombre que ha vivido
Lo más valioso es lo que he sufrido
Yo vivo simple, como ermitaño
Es poco tiempo, ya van cien años
Yo no se letras, no en francés
Y siempre he sufrido de timidez
Estudié español, dos por semana
La profe es linda, se llama Ana
Mis compañeras, sólo en la escuela
Fueron: Zuly, Blanca, y Maricela
Estas niñas, ¿son estudiosas?
Lo que no hay duda... ¡que son hermosas!
Zuly es niña salvadoreña
De algún dichoso, ella es la dueña
Ay, Blanca, ¡que hermoso aroma!
Sus bellos ojos son de paloma
Tengo una amiga, ya es más de un mes
Es muy bonita, habla francés
"Mon ami," así me llama
Es un encanto, y es toda una dama
Un gran amor mi alma desea
Ella es hermosa, se llama “Rosa”
Ella no sabe que a mí me gusta
No se lo he dicho, quizá se asusta
En esta vida es la costumbre
El que más ama, el que más sufre
Esto lo tengo bien entendido
Pero no indica que estoy vencido
"Tiempo Libre" Copyright 2010 by Jim Munoz
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
My Mother Never...
My mother never understood her real potential. She could have been many different things professionally. She could have been a great teacher at any level of education, elementary, high school or college. My mother could have been an excellent journalist; she could have been a business woman. My mother could have been a doctor; my mother could have been a scientist.
However, my mother never dreamed of becoming a professional in any of those fields. Why...? Because my mother was born at time, and in a place, where people didn't dream of those kind of dreams, specially for little girls. My mother only went to grade school, and even that was limited; but in the short time that she was in school, she did extremely well in language and in math.
My mother had all the potential to excel in any of these professions that I mentioned. My mother (she's in her 70s now) has always had a great mind and an amazing memory that is still very impressive. My mother, with very little effort, memorizes important dates, details of events, many telephone numbers, etc. She remembers details and dates of events that happened over her lifetime.
My mother's dream as a young girl was to grow up, find Mr. Right, and get married; and that she did, she married my father. And my father was definitely Mr. Right for her, he was a good man, was hardworking and he was a very handsome man. I once described my father as being "extremely handsome" and of having "charisma that could choke a horse." Too bad I did not take after my father--but neither did any of my brothers. My father passed away just a couple of months ago.
However, my mother never dreamed of becoming a professional in any of those fields. Why...? Because my mother was born at time, and in a place, where people didn't dream of those kind of dreams, specially for little girls. My mother only went to grade school, and even that was limited; but in the short time that she was in school, she did extremely well in language and in math.
My mother had all the potential to excel in any of these professions that I mentioned. My mother (she's in her 70s now) has always had a great mind and an amazing memory that is still very impressive. My mother, with very little effort, memorizes important dates, details of events, many telephone numbers, etc. She remembers details and dates of events that happened over her lifetime.
My mother's dream as a young girl was to grow up, find Mr. Right, and get married; and that she did, she married my father. And my father was definitely Mr. Right for her, he was a good man, was hardworking and he was a very handsome man. I once described my father as being "extremely handsome" and of having "charisma that could choke a horse." Too bad I did not take after my father--but neither did any of my brothers. My father passed away just a couple of months ago.
Monday, September 19, 2011
I am...
Out of my comfort zone! That is what it feels like to write this blog. . . . My name is Jaime Munoz, and I also go by Jim. In the past I was not sure I liked my name but I like it now; my name has ten letters, including all five vowels, none repeated... I think this is cool; it gives me something to smile about ^_^ ... A few years ago when the economic recession hit, and I lost my job, my income, my car, my marriage and other personal and valuable things, I realized it was time to start saving. I had no money to save, and I could not save time, so I looked elsewhere to see where I could save something... that’s when I realized that I could “save” two vowels in my name; this is how I got Jim.
I am probably the oldest in this class, and that’s alright with me. I don’t think I am a senior yet, but a friend told me I could be considered a “super senior.” I am a return student to this college--I had attended this college before. I never imagined that after an absence of three decades, I would return here, but last fall I returned to this campus. At first, it was a real struggle emotionally to be back in school; my mind was telling me that I needed to be here, but my emotions were totally against it--it was a tough fight. Now I am glad that I am here, and I am committed to continue to the finish line.
I have recently reconnected with an old love of mine... and I am tickled to death about this love. I first met (discovered) this love at the time when I was a young college student on this campus. I am speaking of my love for letters... I love literature! I had forgotten about this love, but we are back together now where we belong. I am an aspiring writer, and this why I am back in school now. I have received much encouragement from wonderful people, including from Ms. Knapp. This means a lot, thank you!!! :)
I am a Christian, and my faith is very important to me. And I believe in being nonjudgmental, “judge not lest you be judged.” I am well acquainted with the word of God, the Bible, and I believe it. I also believe in miracles. When the Loma Prieta earthquake hit in October 1989, I thought I was going to die, and I felt a real peace about it. When the quake hit, I was in my corner office on the 11th. floor of a 13-story building in San Jose; the shaking was very strong, so I thought the building was going to collapse. I really thought I was going to die at that moment. I was not afraid to die, I was just concerned about my wife and my two boys, who were five and two at the time.
I was born in Mexico in a small town north of Guadalajara. I came to the U.S. when I was sixteen; I enrolled in high school but soon I dropped out. After this I moved to Chicago and then to Indiana, where I lived for about a year and a half. I returned to San Jose, and it was then that I got serious about completing my high school education and trying to learn English. After high school, I enrolled at City College, but unfortunately, again I dropped out. This was due to lack of vision, not motivation. Soon after this I got married to my sweetheart, and life took a different direction. A few years later I briefly attended San Jose State, and again, I dropped out.
I have a dream! I have a dream to go to Rio de Janeiro. I wanna go to Rio to see people there DANCING on the beaches of Rio. This is actually very high up on my “100 things to do bucket list”. If and when I accomplish it, this alone will account for about 55 points. The distance from SFO to Rio is only 6,617 miles. God willing, I will go to Rio... However, it is a bit difficult to focus on a “bucket list” when I am reminded that, right now, I could really use a new pair of sandals--but that’s besides the point. . . . Anyhow, I am thankful for 3M Tape and bobby pins.
I am probably the oldest in this class, and that’s alright with me. I don’t think I am a senior yet, but a friend told me I could be considered a “super senior.” I am a return student to this college--I had attended this college before. I never imagined that after an absence of three decades, I would return here, but last fall I returned to this campus. At first, it was a real struggle emotionally to be back in school; my mind was telling me that I needed to be here, but my emotions were totally against it--it was a tough fight. Now I am glad that I am here, and I am committed to continue to the finish line.
I have recently reconnected with an old love of mine... and I am tickled to death about this love. I first met (discovered) this love at the time when I was a young college student on this campus. I am speaking of my love for letters... I love literature! I had forgotten about this love, but we are back together now where we belong. I am an aspiring writer, and this why I am back in school now. I have received much encouragement from wonderful people, including from Ms. Knapp. This means a lot, thank you!!! :)
I am a Christian, and my faith is very important to me. And I believe in being nonjudgmental, “judge not lest you be judged.” I am well acquainted with the word of God, the Bible, and I believe it. I also believe in miracles. When the Loma Prieta earthquake hit in October 1989, I thought I was going to die, and I felt a real peace about it. When the quake hit, I was in my corner office on the 11th. floor of a 13-story building in San Jose; the shaking was very strong, so I thought the building was going to collapse. I really thought I was going to die at that moment. I was not afraid to die, I was just concerned about my wife and my two boys, who were five and two at the time.
I was born in Mexico in a small town north of Guadalajara. I came to the U.S. when I was sixteen; I enrolled in high school but soon I dropped out. After this I moved to Chicago and then to Indiana, where I lived for about a year and a half. I returned to San Jose, and it was then that I got serious about completing my high school education and trying to learn English. After high school, I enrolled at City College, but unfortunately, again I dropped out. This was due to lack of vision, not motivation. Soon after this I got married to my sweetheart, and life took a different direction. A few years later I briefly attended San Jose State, and again, I dropped out.
I have a dream! I have a dream to go to Rio de Janeiro. I wanna go to Rio to see people there DANCING on the beaches of Rio. This is actually very high up on my “100 things to do bucket list”. If and when I accomplish it, this alone will account for about 55 points. The distance from SFO to Rio is only 6,617 miles. God willing, I will go to Rio... However, it is a bit difficult to focus on a “bucket list” when I am reminded that, right now, I could really use a new pair of sandals--but that’s besides the point. . . . Anyhow, I am thankful for 3M Tape and bobby pins.
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