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(Part 1) "All time

seems that every family event becomes the occasion to do just the opposite as dictated by conventional social standards and take out the true personality shine, winning the routine resondrón of parents not tolerate their children make them look bad among the relatives and some other known relatives.

is a Wednesday night and the families begin to reach the 40 th birthday celebration of my cousin. She has come from abroad and that the holding is worth double and his parents have promised to "throw the house out the window."
members of the orchestra hired to liven up the party adjust their instruments, the guests do the same and are settling into the chairs are arranged in two parallel lines so that everyone can see their faces.
And there I am, getting along with my parents and brother and feeling more lost than guinea pig in lottery despite being "family." The best is yet to begin.
Encounters with the family are once again the five hundred, but in this case is not only my family but my cousin, ie do not know anyone my age I am surrounded by older people or children who walk in its infancy. Saluditos
Presentations and rigor are the usual and comments, sometimes blundering, "

- Are you the daughter of Gloris?, How you've grown and your brother also, is your biggest right? "Grrr! My brother is younger than me!, Has a beard and is higher but is LESS! -

People are sitting, conversation groups are armed and I, the only young man I start to look at people and provide attention to their conversations, common themes: the children, the infirmities of old age and health. Spend a couple of critters running around the room, a baby cries for change will diaper. Boredom can
more, unfortunately I am not the simple girl that fits all and that both would like my mother, why is that? - And retire towards other Lares. I would talk to the old lady but is talking with many guests so do not interrupt.
In the kitchen, everyone is busy finalizing the details of the meal, take the opportunity to hat a bit, and greet those who had not seen-better get out of there.
In the table of the firm are sighted all ready to be served drinks (whiskey, coffee liqueur, beer, rum, uhmmm why there I saw a Bayley's?) And my instincts drunks want to try out, not even knew why.
not dance but at least I'll take "I say to myself, but how do I get the drinks without realizing it? It's too early yet to dance, so you better wait a while.
My niece appears and finally I am accompanied by her is my brother. As the official photographer of all family events, my niece must be present to capture the fact, I encourage you to lend a hand.
I spent half an hour, people are starting to dance and I hide so it does not make me dance, my niece and I are in an interesting conversation with my brother, until she releases the expected question: Do you want to try Cuba free?
A unanimous yes .. so we take the lemon, rum and coke, just need to prepare now .. Where do we take?

CONTINUE ..

External Harddrive To Nintendo Wii To Tv

past was better?

And classes started!, This noctambulant and sleeping and can justify their absence due to a crisis of inspiration. So, a crisis of inspiration that just encouraged her to post at this time (this being the first Postda August). Never too late to express themselves - and the issues are not "interesting" because they are not about politics or history, or at least I think so. Like any good movie fan

attended the Lima Film Festival and though the film I saw not win (always happens, it seems that I have a good nose for the winning films) I can say which broadened my tastes in comedy. I would have liked to see more movies but at the price (13 soles and 20 soles adult student) it was not possible. It is a shame because if you really want everyone to have equal access to Latin American films should lower prices a bit, that way one could appreciate more things, but that's the system. I have to take a turn in powder blue, I have no choice.

Anyway, as I said a new cycle, more stress, more readings, more and more existential conflicts need to achieve a job with better pay to finance my shorts, lol. **********************************************

********************************** Following the wave reflective of this blog is necessary to tell the story ( ?) that gave the title to this post.

Each cycle start my usual sort my stuff and gadgets to get the paperwork next cycle, this is how I found a book of mine (a Pascualina, as usual) in 2006, the year I started college and I started working for the first time.

usually would not read my diary of that time (full of innocence and hope) but in a good mood I decided to read the pages of the dates between August and December, as if trying to remember what did I do for these times three years, is how a particular event began to evoke memories in me: at that stage of college a guy who shared a class started to like it. Big deal! say in sarcasm and it sounds corny, "but what is special here is how it started affecting use affect me-not in the pejorative sense," is very funny because at that time I still believed in the existence of Prince Charming and saw the leg as "perfect" was handsome, studious, charismatic, kind, simple, I mean I'm drooling for it and so was my incentive to not miss any class. Curis

What is that even he had symptoms of all these comedies gringo (when I hallucinated proque only exchanged a few words or a greeting, or when he wanted to talk and see him next to another pretty girl, etc.), No had a happy ending: the cycle over and not see him again until I entered college and well now and I greet him because I doubt you remember the girl who lent him his notebook.

played a role Shyness important, but go with the question: read what I wrote my dreams, my sentences and thoughts (as always, with a good soundtrack included) and it helped me see how much had changed until today. It has given me the most nostalgia for that leg, because even though not fully met, I loved (not to mention the corny words I put on it in the newspaper).

turning the issue somewhat, I see that when you remember the past (whether in politics, sports or music), the People always talk about good things and says we're wrong, it is curious that in that time people also complained.

not mean to suggest now everything is wonderful (of course not), but that nostalgia for the time we lived was beautiful, not like now is as usual I do not know if one should learn to appreciate this because in the future I miss because this is better than what's coming.

The night owl, will return with more post and meanwhile try to hide all day you had. Happy week.