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Another year, Who cares?

That was what I thought before. Until a few days, when I saw the schedule and felt the closeness of my birthday, held this idea that did not matter that I did not mind such success that at the bottom that celebration was a waste of time. And maybe it was not so wrong to what I think now, because I saw in a way happy birthday because it concluded another year of life, because we were closer to death, because it was a year of support as well. My idea was very pessimistic. I think my 19 years were dark, and that day really did not do anything, I just locked myself in the solitude of my room at all, perhaps only to suffer for what had happened almost a month before, and maybe it was the same pain which mixed with the conclusion reached polluting my idea party.

But today was different. I could feel this joy, this change in my mood to see my family come gradually, and even I felt filled me with his presence at my side in the background I changed, I recovered. And I've grown, I can see now. Until recently he was a boy something great, now I'm enjoying big as a child. And much of that I owe to whom I have known with whom I shared, and who have accompanied me throughout this process.

So today is a special day, but it is one more day: it's my birthday. And I've already received almost all healthier for it, some expected, some assumptions, and other unexpected and rewarding otherwise. Because I can still surprise and move with the details that filled me, I rejoice in life. That's why now I want to thank my family has never let me walk alone, they are there to encourage me. To my brothers and sisters, who are fighting with me against an uncertain future, but together we have grown and learned, and these bonds that form us strong. I thank those who were a Once my partners, which eventually made me suffer, mourn and demases, but now I get the memories that make my evenings when I travel and I am to see our memories, which remind me loose an occasional tear, but I show that I grew up, and make me happy. I thank those fleeting things that were with me, and they disappeared as they arrived, but his stay was utilized to the maximum and teaching I have attached to my lifestyle. And a person who is grateful to the last woman I met who helped me in a very important process to return to my self that I can show, and his words to me again the joy and life, and that advance as a gift inadvertently gave me the time I forgot in my imprisonment and are the foundation of my existence, is the joy that I could transmit that joy to me to give back, that joy that I enjoyed making people happy. Like when I asked you to be my partner, or when I competed with you in another competition in which everyone wins laughs and memories, or when we were going to waste time on a breach of talks, memorable moments, from simple walks or outbursts, or perhaps an emotional outburst was an unbridled passion, but those are details that adorn this gift we open together.

So today I thank those who have accompanied me, who greeted me. Because today I say that, contrary to the title, today is a day no more: it is a very special day.

Where In The Body Does Malaria Affect?

Socks

When I read the post about the proposal lanyard felt I had to participate.

- Why?

Well, the truth is that everything happens in the mind faster than we can become conscious at all times. For simplicity, let's say that public tune with lanyard, whether photos, long or short reflections tweets.

Second, given that rapport (a word that connotes that the English term understanding ), most likely way, I hope that my contribution (in this case only a picture ) will receive a good deal. And I was right.

Third, the direction it is taking my apprenticeship in the past two months has to do with capture my own images. I look just taking pictures and Jabiz project is a step further video editing. Thing that I have no idea, but I like to enter that world by the hand of one of my colleagues online learning.

"Then the question is more of a why not?

Exactly.

What is it?

In the collaborative creation of music by three people who a few months ago were not known. Someone suggested to add a video with pictures sent from around the world and the rest lanyard explains in detail .

Result

Two things surprised me a lot.

First read the explanation about how he sees lanyard provides network use by teachers today and what is their position. Now I understand why I am following your posts more closely. I translate this paragraph then summarizes what connects us, or at least attracts me your mind:

"I agree That We Are in the Midst of a monumental shift in the way Not Only Human Beings Communicate and share reality, but more importantly in the ways we create and share stories. Always the eager student (much more fun than being a teacher) I am always trying to push the ways I use my network. I want more form my PLN, Personal Learning Network ( I shudder at using those three letters, but can’t think of a better word yet.) than to troll through links to blog posts extolling the virtues of Web 2.0. I want my network to be a living breathing part of everything I do. I want to allow them into my spirit and see what comes out. I want to enter you reality and make a mess. I want to make you think. I want to rearrange your mental furniture. I want you to do the same for me. Nothing will be learned as long as we stay behind walls and peak out from the edges. If you really want to Know What dog do this web, come on out at play. "

" I agree we are in the midst of a monumental shift in the way in which people humans not only communicate and share realities, but more importantly, how to create and share stories. Always from the standpoint of a student excited about (much more fun than being a teacher) continued trying to expand the ways I use my network. I want more of my PLN (personal learning network-acronym in English, "although I shudder to use those three-letter word I can think of better) than just doing circular links to blogs that extol the virtues of Web 2.0. I want my network is a party that lives and breathes in everything I do. I want to allow entry to my spirit and see what emerges. I want to enter your reality and disorderly. I want to make them think. I re-arrange the furniture in their minds. I want you to do the same with me. Nothing will be learned as we stay behind walls and we just looked out the edges. If you really want to know what can be done with the web, go outside and play. "

Amen.

Segundo. When I read l a lyric Nothingman of Pearl Jam, I came to mind several images of photos that I would like to draw and I have not taken. The image of a man walking alone in the distance, his back, for example. A dry rose (for the verse "she eleven Believe" ). Something red, reflecting the fire. But the deadline expired, and then decided to send the photo I found instead of looking without success. While there are no roses in the video, someone else thought of the two pictures and sent them. In a strange way, I have accomplices who do not know, I have a mind or just imagining things archetypal file belonging to the allegorical world that some call the collective unconscious. Also, I'm surprised.

Here the video. Enjoy.

Bleeding A Week After Period

A little afraid of the light

Today is very special, something special happened today in my household, was to celebrate the birthday of my mother. Is an event that happens only once a year, and how special it is that, independent of other celebrations, is able to bring the whole family and friends just to celebrate. Her warmth, empathy and caring for others, as well as the spark that characterizes these are things that make them special celebrations every year and allow us to share that moment with pleasure.

But today I write to talk about it, but something that caught my attention more. Today I met the daughter of my father's best friend, a little of just 3 years, called Sofia, and has something that makes it more special: it has a problem with one of his eyes. It was I who was at home, and was so shy and clinging to her father, and he carried a piece of cloth that covered the eye constantly and at first did not know his problem and I took it as part of the shyness child, but later I knew. The small was gradually detaching from his father and, with her sister a little older, he ventured to socialize with my lower premiums to have a little fun, I dedicated myself to observe, to see how this time facing the small sophia.
At first, as usual, quite a lot of game to keep up with my cousins \u200b\u200b... but repeated the win with relative ease and tried again and got it. "It's a child, it is difficult to give up," his mother said to me, but I saw something much more in it, and it was a very strong vitality and strength that she alone possesses, and has managed only to overcome the small problem it means losing part of his vision.

And in a moment I saw her so happy, interacting with as much normalcy and being so well received that really made me so joy and happiness. Because the world of kids sometimes be very hard as to make a difference, because many of us once we were set apart by being different from the rest, but her despite her young age was able to show and fought like the rest that place of acceptance: did have fun and enjoyed this little experiment called socialize and play.

Chetana Prithvi Canada

I live one of the most unusual situations.

like every day I woke up and felt something cold (maybe like every morning), but I was so curious about the transparent thing on the wall, I hurried to get out and see, could see too large a place through the glass but could not cross it, which disappointed me a little. He saw houses, many houses, and far away a large body of water with a floating things, like boats, but they were metal, and between the houses and the sea were some things that seemed to be quite high, they were like houses stacked one on other, but were too square.

I wanted to go there and explore mysterious, so I took the clothes that pleased me the light, got dressed and left. I started walking down a very solid sort of way, and after coming to a corner I saw several things go noisy and small, were like carriages but lower small without horses and moved fast, had much larger ones, and other shapes and colors. One of the little "horseless carriages" were stopped and asked if would go, and curiosity made me accept his proposal. The seat was very comfortable, but the feeling I had when the carriage began to move was almost frightening, of course some time later it went away. When the driver asked me if I knew it would pay no answer, I checked the pockets and found some papers with drawings, so I gave him one of the papers and handed me a coin with numerical symbols. He asked me where to go, and I said anywhere, I became asked and answered that I was meeting.

When she was surrounded by these large concrete structures that I saw through the glass of the house said they would drop the car and I did, but did not know where to go. I looked everywhere looking for a destination and the distance I saw what looked like the sea, so I walked in that direction but I met many people who did not move, it was like waiting for something, and I saw a kind of bluff with two lights: one was turned off and the other had a red color. When the red light went out I saw the light was turned off with a green and then people began to move, so I assume they are indicators to cross roads large. And I crossed so many paths and came to a sort of mini-bridge that was crossed by a railway, but the road was blocked by a red bar, I felt a noise that scared me and I saw a kind of strangest train too fast (even more than the coaches) and full of people. After a while the train was red and raised the barrier itself, so I crossed and could reach the sea on one side I saw a huge pier that had large pulleys on himself and got caught up a little at sea, I was almost running to the dock. The view was wonderful, relaxing, spectacular. I saw many people around me who seemed to enjoy the I like the view, and I liked that.

beginning to evening and gave me a little hungry, so I went looking for something to eat. I started walking and walking, but was not known to run into anything like a house with a food commercial, and entered. The dishes looked tempting so I ordered one and paid with another of the papers I had in my pocket, the food tasted unimaginable, something that had never before experienced. Almost

evening, and walking through the buildings start to see people increasingly look strange too bright children clothes, girls with an appearance not typical of a girl, men and women clothes and hairstyles too strange. I saw some of them got in a huge house which emanated a strange noise, and out of curiosity I followed and it was then when I saw that everything was dark, the sound was deafening and the number of people could see was very high. They seemed to have fun, enjoyed the sound that enveloped them in place and wanted to try this fun ... I tried to imitate his movements and actions, and the music made my body to move by itself, was stimulated with sound, but also hear what they said in the sound and it was too weird: I could see things like sex, removed clothing, among other things, the truth I did not like. I left that place almost scared after a girl approached me with provocative moves and try to stimulate my body and walking down the street I met more people rare ... and gave me much more afraid. So I searched the carriages only metal that could move me to my house to sleep and wake up, hoping that all this strange reality has changed as it was before awakening.

I noticed many things in that strange place: girls and women seemed to have lost its sense of charm and is delivered with ease, men and children changed the warmth and respect for a more aggressive and sexual. The clothes are too rare, makeup and hairstyles exaggerated and no one respects anyone. I do not like this reality.

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had long I sat down to write something (a month and a day) and I have not bored or something: it is things that have occurred, although not as large or very noticeable, I have changed quite my way of looking at things besides that are helpful in understanding myself. Future publications will probably show that change.

Is It Ok To Give A Baby Water If They Have Reflux

collective unconscious and Spanish language

How Do You Masternate

few centuries after

Ladies and gentlemen, I have bad news: I still do not die. Today I realized that it's been so long since my last entry (a friend told me), and is two things: first, because I want to focus a bit more on my studies, and the second is because I started writing a story a couple of weeks ago. For now my priority is that story and it may encourage me to upload some parts of it to blog, but nothing is certain. This entry is short because I just wanted to share this news with you and, as I said before, you may have the opportunity to read parts of what will be my story. That

Cheap School Satchels

Project

Today I accept being a loser. It's that simple. Today I realized that I have no passion to fight for what I want, what I really want ... if indeed I have to want something. I wonder now write these lines but still I do, knowing the possibility that she read it, and they may think about it, or maybe not, but even that I do not care.

Today just let it go, just like that, without hesitation and without regret: I have not even been able to fight for it, nor have I tried to get some of their affection, or feel remorse for what I decided. Moreover, someone who knew about this I wondered if you can do what I did not dare and she nodded and no more, and that makes me most angry at not having any sensation caused ... I feel strange. I'm losing by not being able to hold on someone now, I let good opportunities pass before me, almost calling me, and give them back when it is almost come and take. If I feel I have lost the force of life, that fervent flame of vitality of youth, of worldly love, the enjoyment of pleasures, and all for a mere whim that exhausted my existence. I can not fight for something beyond, I have no reason not to do so. Could make my career, my academic performance could improve, could be more sociable, and yet I would feel lonely, sad and abandoned, and it is because something else I need ... and that, to feel someone else beside me. But on the other hand it is strange contradictory and not feel like searching, out to meet him again, and it is because I am afraid, I feel lost, I feel confidence in myself ... and I feel that I have no energy to do so.

All this sounds so depressing and emo, and that is why I came to write it kept me relaxed while listening to an album by Mono, but now that I read I realize that unfortunately it does and I feel sorry to have to accept it. I laughed a lot lately, I've joked a lot and I managed to recover part of my personality, but my self-esteem is still below normal, I'm losing faith in myself, and I still do not understand what is happening with my mind and my heart. Perhaps I just make a fuss about something that maybe is not so terrible, or maybe it is and I can not say so, but it is something that has concerned me greatly and I needed to write it somewhere. Many

maybe find here the answer to the questions you never asked me, others may clarify why I am. This blog has been throughout this time one of the clearest reflections of what I think and feel, and share it using this medium is very valuable to me. I hope those who read it know how to value what people like me to convey in our words.

I hope this space will never be filled, and never this empty.

Salieri Streaming Mario

Common Places Instant translation

Personally I never liked studying data from memory. Perhaps for lack of a privileged capacity in this regard. More likely, as a matter of principle. The only thing that has helped me study Memory is a sonnet. But that compares to learn songs, which often goes almost unnoticed. Preserve the memory of literary fragments, work the magic we encounter any sentence to decorate and illuminate their own experiences when least expected. To me sometimes surprised me a line from Whitman in the midst of a dirge and I said just now I understand that poem.

Say there are exceptions. Today, Teachers' Day in Argentina, I would reread and share with the illusion of remembering morning-caught or rescued, these words almost by heart.

This is the beginning of the film Common Places (2002). Start talking about literature, but from the fifth minute, the protagonist delivers a speech memorable for their students. Here fragment of the video and other more.

"We do not require their students to study memory, does not work. What is needed is rejected by force and soon deleted. No boy will be a better person for knowing memory in which year was Cervantes. Put a goal to make them think, that doubt, be asked questions. Not valued by the responses, the answers are not the truth, seeking a truth that will always be relative. The best questions are those that are repeated from the Greek philosophers. Many already are commonplace, but will survive: what, how, when, where, why. If we accept that this is also that "the goal is the way", it serves as a response. Describe the tragedy, but not explained.
There is a mission or a mandate that I want to meet. It is a mission that no one has been but I hope that you, as teachers, self-imposed same: wake up in his students the pain of lucidity. No limits. No mercy. "*

* Screenplay Common Places (c) Adolfo Aristarain and Kathy Saavedra, based on the novel Rebirth Lorenzo F. Aristarain
(c) 2004 Ocho y Medio, Libros de Cine

24 Birthday Party Names

The Inevitable Defeat

There are decisions that simply can not be avoided. No harm is no longer an option, it is almost an involuntary issue that goes beyond our love.

Life would be something as simple and easy if we could do what we want, if we could get what we want and be with the person we desire without hurting anyone by the way, but ... unfortunately no longer true. It is a difficult road as referring to right and to love, especially if we make that little mistake is to look at someone who is already committed (a); we become so to us and our interests, while we think of "leaving no the shits. " When I saw that something happened very near me I preferred to let everything take its natural course (but unfortunately it was me who lost), but now I am in the position of the other person and I also see that the thing actually becomes much more delicate.

"Everything would be so easy if you were alone, but when I saw you you were not supposed to" was something I mentioned as we talked, and if you did not hear it, but I regret having to accept that my mind is split between what I want and what should be done.

I have the issue becomes complicated, yet ... something that pushes me to not let it go just like that, but I do not want to intrude on what you have with someone else. She I said, in his words, which was considered a happy person as he was and it was fine now, and I felt helpless and desire, both together, always having her so close and yet far away, is almost identical to the person I wanted to know so long ago, but still only a utopia of books and desperate dreams.

Things may change, maybe not. Do not force him or anything I will advance to the facts, but I do not want to lose it for something that could become a wrong feeling. Nor do I return to live in a dream someone without one, so now I have to let things run their course (aunque. .. well, do not tell).

Spectral Tiger Mount Generator

Things become

Time, the past was a big gap in what I can call "my family." Two people, mother and son who every day look to a window looking the other's face, but while I can not even be together in a conversation that little detail that last call. Something happened, was a conflict involving important beings on both sides, and then eventually affect us all, producing a break in our unity and a change too radical to not care. And we had to learn to live with that problem, can not enjoy things as before, and preferred not to know more about the issue in part because I am concerned and partly because both sides will I have much affection. And eventually learned to live with that pain and discomfort, and eventually learned to gradually overcome these differences, with little effort from us we observers closer step by step, until we saw an occasional fruit, although very small, we rejoiced the day and week everyone.
But we forget a detail, and is the past what appeared again in a quiet conversation, and the same last changed almost abruptly calm in violence, and luckily we were only a few who witnessed this scene now wish to forget . It was not physical shock they occurred at such a moment, but the words and feelings that emerged did much more damage on both sides, and those are things that all present were able to see.
It seems everything will at first continue the great divide that separates us, and who are accused of guilty will be convicted, and we the observers, the rest of this great family we will lead again to know such pain.

(Excuse me why I write, but I needed to)

Does Real Life Incest Happen

An Idea Pen A small

Some things just come out. To scream at the sky, to run freely, to just feel the wind in your hair to flow through without making more noise than the silence of the night.

And I can not just let you go, make me crazy with those details that are wonderful, simple or vague that they seem ... make me who I am.

I can not help, there are times when I wanted to forget everything, everyone, and to appreciate you in the distance, and able to scream into the void, and to mourn with the world that is not.

Things happen. People spend. Everything in life happens as well as river flow, without causing major upheaval in our lives, seeing her beauty hides in the shadow of the real. And now I've noticed, and it is late.

I have been so misled by using nonsense words, to express what I feel, I can feel what I feel is so simple to me is almost impossible. Admire the life, nature, to appreciate the beauty of a woman, have the facility to let flow a stream of simple details that seduce even the simplest of flowers scattered over the world ... are things that today I can not do.

I have a life, one of those recounted in the book: a life of fantasy, love and heartache, and whatever beautiful thing I could find at each step.

Nike Half Black And White Shoes

Today I thought of something. It's simple, not so complex and yet exciting. During one class a day, paying attention to what the teacher told us during his course it should be the subject (and his anecdotes were actually and some other topic "deep" for many of us), I decided to start writing again. Otherwise, I mean.

Before starting this blog, I always had a notebook common and wild as any I have, at which time he wrote every hundred of the things that occurred to me, things I felt or succeeded, and transformed using some dressings lies in something more striking, in what I would call "a book." It was a big thing, although people who read it very often ask me why I never finished. And in that time lived inspired it would be the climax of my adolescence, that period of introspection and search for new experiences, and that everything around me had a greater significance. Well, then came the post-adolescent youth and the end of my literary enlightenment, along with the pending account of my literary side. The book ended up lost in the wreckage of my high school, and occasionally find one another vestige of my writing in my notebooks counterparts today. But today, listening and feeling what the teacher told us, is that I did buy a new notebook to start again with this ideal. "Inspiration? I think life will be like, my new life, I could recover little by little, which starts again from a few days ago. Maybe at night all transferred to the computer, and perhaps up to the Internet for anyone interested in reading and feedback on, but those are things to decide as this little project progress. Otherwise I have pretty much decided already, and I have some college friends that are interested in providing some help, and opinions are always welcome. Also, I felt that someone tries to give me a chance, and that gives me the strength to feel better. For now, that would be.

Costs In Running A Hedge Fund

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Voices from the past, shadows of our shadows, the remains of what once was, that for some reason I still remember.

staring into space and I can find you, I can close my eyes to see clearly you laugh, you keep smiling and as happy as I sometimes do harm, and I feel bad about it. Sometimes I would say, can do many things, devote yourself to even one or two nonsense words that change me back one of those smiles that were worth it to change anything. That had forgotten to tell you, because you never know until now that I see you again in the shadows of a new day: I forgot to tell you what I liked about you was to see you smile. And now strange to return to have a taste for a simple mistake, but there is no turning back.

losing you I am so sorry, sorry now miss again. If things had ended differently it might be all different now, but every day I see so many problems between us that a simple move would be harmful to both. This, by far, is the best. I can not do more than just walking into an uncertain future, waiting to see again a new day, and while I do the distance I can hear your laugh, feel your scent, and see the shadow of those wings one day led me to you, and now you can get more out of reach of my hands. Goodbye.

Countrie That Eat Little Calories

A past of this

Dream. It's the first thing that came to my mind when I took the pencil while traveling in the micro way my house when I decided to write something after all this time, as he said several things with a girl that just appeared. Rather than talk about it, I want to focus on what we talked about in that song that came accidentally in our discussion about the things of life. It was odd to me to ask a question so baffling that after hearing it, do not know how to answer. What would happen if, overnight, the person with whom you were ("Your first love") came and asked you to be together again? At first I had already taken the logical answer, but then ... I saw my logic at that time was a big lie. That was a theme that I never take into account by a mental health issue and basically psychological, but apparently had long kept and it was time to come to light ...
at first did not know what to say, many things came and went through my mind, emotions, feelings, memories ... and aroma that I could never forget ... if you still remember. Yet there is something different, something that basically makes me want to back away while loving her, wanting to touch it and avoid it at once, not ... in order. She just looks at me, I observed, in an absurd attempt to find the things you want at the moment silent, and I can not do more than keep quiet while I sort my ideas so we can respond even one thing.
I decided me. The look, take air, and without hesitation I say "do nothing". I feel in the background is not so well, I can not just plan what would happen in that time, but sometimes I know so well I can take my reactions to some situations. On the other hand made a promise long ago, and unknowingly until now I could understand what it means that promise to give us time to heal our wounds and seal at the bottom of our loved what once was "us." .. to continue our lives and return to see us happy again, as we did for a while, although not in the same way. She seems to be fine, still just as I knew, but I can see his eyes from time to time part of my reflection ... as if he felt the same that I have repressed desire to speak. Nor do I feel bad, let alone do something that does not belong, and therefore I said to the girl on the bus that "do nothing" because I could not tell you everything, nor know silence. My will cease at the time, and only allow my true self I could say anything you want and feel how much because I can not really deny that I've missed every day, but not so much as a couple, but rather as a friend, as a person, the person he fell in love.
If I saw her again, if given the opportunity to come and ask me we returned to be together ... I would say no, but we can be friends again as we were once, because things have changed, and what happened to us is so valuable that I have no desire to want to repeat it ... not to cause harm. She to me is more than a memory, but as I remember it's OK, because I asked once every one followed his own life, and that's what I started doing, now and henceforth.
And now she looks down, and in her hair I see your face, and it overlooks a small, warm smile and hear her whisper "I think I mourn" ... and a couple of tears fell from his eyes, and more because I felt I could not do through rubbing our arms the anguish that was in itself, despite the energy and vitality that had previously shown. She was beautiful, perhaps enviable, but for some reason I felt so relaxed she simply asked him to cry. It did. And I knew that was it, not knowing what to do with the burden he carried in his heart that was perhaps about to commit a folly by a feeling that was not clear, but now I saw her looking up differently: vi decision , sincerity, and warmth.
Unfortunately it was time to get off the mic because my stop was next, and although I asked for my email so we can contact in the future, I refused by a simple reason: I want her to live alone and I intend to do now.

Sewing Patters Dance Wear

cost a bit, but came

Ideas, words, vague concepts of wandering through infinite space. Simple details, details that are no longer simple. What are the words? Why are they important? I do not understand how a conglomeration of short-range abstractions without much subtlety can be as powerful, as well as to forge a nation, to build a society, to raise or break, or just break a heart. I'm young, unwise mind even with a small handful of memories to tell and another adventure to boast.

This is a little giddy, for a moment to practice some distraction and plunged down into a void of thoughts and ideas, some other interesting, good ... and some not so, and occasionally make me laugh, and sometimes when I do mourn. And lately all I've done is to live within my four walls to finally take the shape of my bedroom, a space that I have gradually forged according to myself, why I need to rest of the world ... and me. And in this place, where I can leave my body from side in peace and without worries is that I could mourn over and over again.

occasionally is not bad to empty our souls of so much pain and suffering, of those things are not easy to testify against someone, everything that bothers us but we do not want to lose, and everything we live and put up daily by a feeling so simple yet so complex at a time ... I've noticed that sometimes in order to be happy is necessary to suffer. "And do not be too much? Will this feeling, this feeling has locked me in his bed to protect me from some one that should be well?

few days ago I made the conscious failure to write "I want happiness," and after reading the responses and dialogue bearings I noticed something rather interesting: I'm not happy, but that's because I have not liked. It's something unconscious that I hardly realized until already passed the opportunity. Want happiness, want something simple that you can not have desire, it sounds selfish and sad at the same time, because I really wish I could be happy once and for all, but ask that way is wrong. It would be easier if someone guide me, help me to tidy up mess size every day I remove in order to find a shred of vitality, something to keep me alive. "I write to keep her sanity," "writing, to keep away the sanity", use that stupid giant of letters arranged in a customized way to articulate something, to make a vain effort to convey something, perhaps a cry, a victory, or a simple defeat. Sometimes I write, in fact always write, but if I do it because I know that someone else will read it, still alive or not, but when someone reads and understands me, and some of those rough attempt to assemble sentences that were to take their heart, then within that person get on with life, latent and dormant.

Blood Spots On Knicker

The essence of this

There are things in life that can not be changed, which are "default" so to speak, and for those things in life are the daily limits that make us stumble again and again without realize. Strange, is simple, it's so hard to see sometimes that we could stick around in the same, almost as if the truth of our Prison defect is infinite in that we will die without leaving it. Apocalyptic, my way of thinking tends to be extreme from time to time, but sometimes acts as a lifeline, as my ground wire, where my heart is blind child between grief and pain. Check the things that occasionally drive me crazy and make me think more of the ordinary, yet never leave the side because I'm sure, in most cases, are true. As a child I was always concerned to know what was happening around me, knowing what it affected the people wanted, and developed something like an instinct for shrewdness able to see beyond the visible. Thanks to that I know some things that others do not understand and simple details make me understand delicate situations, but even that can afford something even more delicate, and my own life. These small stones in the shoe, that annoying buzzing rattle the mind shatters us with a series of images that are part of the memory that we forget.
sounds odd, maybe crazy, but I think in these painful situations occasionally gives some life to my life, and no wonder when you consider that every bad thing has its good side, his teaching, his piece based educational truncheons and some blood (well, not so much), how people understand better. I have an extensive collection wounds, accumulated wisdom and impregnated into the skin of a tireless fighter, full of travel stories carved here and there, people come and go like the feeling of the morning breeze, like daily life wasted in looking for eyes closed, perhaps without realizing that our desire to pass on our side and sneaks into our hands. Tends to impotence, to leave this helpless feeling of premature defeat, we bends with ease and pride hurts us, we were vulnerable to the simplest expression of love and suffer from confusion. And until recently thought that simply allowed to escape into my heart could take my well-being and was well, but as illusion, did not last long and I began to live. Came difficult days, problems and arguments, and what was known as "my reality" and was not it, rather it was "reality", something new for me.
Our lives change daily, our hearts are strengthened even if they seem weak, learn from the fall and struggle for a desire or a dream, a promise, or the mere desire to live. I am happy to stay here, to be with many people ... although many already have left me, and with them some promise. No, those promises are still alive within me. And so I must believe that while there are promises, dreams to guide us through the darkness and loneliness, we can prevail and overcome any adversity. Will fall if, and often hurt more and more, but why we come back up, again and again? Because deep down we know that whatever we are experiencing has its purpose and that purpose is the key point of our lesson, we will have achieved something regardless of victory or defeat, because in any case we know what happened.
I am firm believer that life, this life is but the stage of "initiation" of a long development process of being we call "human" and that is why it so difficult at times, laugh, mourn , love, suffer, are things that basically form our true identity and make us grow as we know use it. Combating weapons to clearing, we who finally give way of life: whether to laugh, laugh, whether to mourn, to be wanting. But never, never stop living for fear of life.

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It happens sometimes that I read poems in English and begin to listen to simultaneous translation in my mind like an echo, a deeper voice, eager for water in English homeland.

I got to the poem with a tweet from Bud . Here the original of WAS Merwin. A poem in prose.

Certain words now In Our Knowledge We Will Not use again, and we will never forget Them. We Need Them. Like the back of the picture. Like Our marrow, and the color in Our veins. We shine the lantern of Our sleep on Them, to make sure, and There They Are, trembling Already for the day of witness. They Will Be Buried with us, and rise with the rest.

outline a version. Although some nuances I am not convinced.

There are words we know that we will not ever use, and never forget. The need. As the back of the photo. As the sap and the color of our veins. Reflect the light of our dream with them, to cheer, and there they are, trembling before the day of witness. Will be buried with us and rise with the rest.

guess who disagree with me every other word. It is right and necessary. Up to translate marrow by sap, did not ask permission from any source.

But How do you translate something as concise without being a perfect traditore ? Tell me how you look for words that do not resuscitate connotations from the specific location of our mind where the poem makes a great noise at the first reading. Not that the child or the language again. Not that every story is not dead. Dressed reality language is sometimes awkward representation. It's like the color of the veins, as he says Mervin-secret, deep, and can even give fright if you think carefully.

The language, while personal property is half and half common heritage unique. As the readings of poems. As the memories flash. The translation, as I sense this morning, has little to do there. It tries, period.

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That

had long could not, had long missed the feel, the sweet feeling of being able to vent and compelling small part of me that always picks me up, she made several months when I could not mourn with win with the simple excuse to mourn. It is strange the amount of feelings aroused in me that little Dorama, but every day makes me think more and more things I took the first spot. And I feel strange to see again as usual and realize that many, many things are very different compared to the previous blink. So rapid are the changes, so fleeting these moments become almost before they become the foundation of my life now, now that's a memory that sometimes causes some grief and shock. See my past, my present view, see my future, are things I enjoy and often laugh and cry in front of a window that opens up a vast world full of mysteries, experiences, and those details that give some sweetness to every moment of our endless lives. I

lover, and I want to be, I ask that my life back to be that sequence of stories worthy return to be told, of consecutive frames in which the authors live scenarios on the novel written about a young lover. I learned to confide in my heart, I learned to see with my soul. Sorry people, I can sleep in their eyes and understand their worlds with just maintain that contact, I can grasp the essence of my soul rest, I can know them better.

Now I can know many things, what people filtraré? "I will see to categorize those who are my friends and colleagues? No, it will not, and never has been. Matter what you may know, I could not change human relations for the world, and in fact is what people value most (Along with his sense of "human being"). There are things to improve, there are things that are not always as I want, and those things encourage me to stand back looking up, I am human, nothing else, but still my desire for life is what motivates me to accomplish things the rest does not even notes, but in the background are achievements of great magnitude. And so I could go over lines, and paragraphs without achieving much, but do not intend to brag about facts, but of people I knew and they succeeded thanks to wins, big compared to my terrible fears.

I have to say one last thing for now, and I think you have not left my side promises, promised goals a title, welfare, health, knowledge, a future and a dream.

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an emotional void

Today I am proud that I did something very special after so many things that have happened, and has nothing to do with education, is much more simple: I was finally able to sit and mourn without any sense while keeping my blank mind, letting my emotions flowed at last alone. This semester I became very long and difficult, adding the need to hold every day a pity within me to not interfere with my studies, but ultimately did well. Yesterday I had a fun day and desestrezante with some college friends, and I got home I lay in bed in my bedroom only to listen, I closed my eyes and felt something strange in the environment that I was afraid because I feel calm, peace, tranquility, relaxation. There was no one but me in that house, away from it all seemed to move, and I remained lying in the middle of that time gap, I relaxed, breathed and cried. And at that moment I could feel some joy filled my soul, yet another thing I felt I was filled, something strange, with a mixture of nostalgia and something else ... and after spending a few hours, you start to see a very interesting drama (Dorama is a Japanese drama, in this case is for 1 Litre no Namida [1 Liter of Tears], but not be fooled by the name), I realized that this strange thing inside me was something I wanted out, was the mixture of many things that were accumulated during the semester, and that he could finally leave. It was a bit slow, gradual, but I've been that much of all this comes at last: I've laughed enough, cried as necessary, and thought in perspective.

Now that I think ... lately I have changed my social circle rather, people with whom I interact, and in truth I miss with whom I shared many good moments I still can not make up the idea of \u200b\u200balways having to leave some and then go beyond, but unfortunately this is now part of my life like it or not. And in what I think, in all that one comes to think again and again I question arises: What if I knew that my life is about to end? The previously mentioned dorama I again raised this question, and I know that if he did not then know what to do, my mind would explode in thoughts, emotions thousands try to leave at the same time, it would be total chaos that would be reflected in my face . But beyond that, if reached that point ... Have I lived? Have I achieved what I set? And thinking, remembering ... not yet arrived in the middle of that long list that is my life, but I plan several things from now on, within those changes that I consider to be reborn one day I wish I was in the pipeline for some time and is able to return to share with life without much shame to go to someone and be able to show that life is much better than what he sees so far. It is a goal, but it is my goal. From now on, be one of my priorities.

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perceiving

(Explanation dedicated to @ mesmerizinglove )

Today we tend to see a lot of communication through social networks like Twitter, Skype, Facebook, Msn, etc, and is also common to see people that continue to be in that virtual world using gadgets, phones, laptops and more. I like enough to continue interacting with a world of people from anywhere, but I also see that it is costing us lose some of our interpersonal relationships. It's very different being in front of a computer with an instant messenger that being in front of the person you want to talk, and why we are playing against the virtual world. Still, there are people who care to maintain, operate and develop the relationship between real people face to face, and honestly that I applaud heartily because we see or know whom social networks are nothing more than the characters of the person we communicate (ie, not the actual person). Who cares about this relationship also concerned to really know about the other person, beyond the physical or surface, removing any bias, and seeing the real host with whom we communicate. This ability is known as perception, and is based on being able to feel (feel) our environment, people around us, and in this case to know the person inside just watching. It sounds strange or complicated, but the truth is that it is simple and very useful when having to interact with many people, especially in massive networks. Know someone who is behind a screen is difficult and not 100% sure, but the advantage we have to perceive is to perceive a person who would be next to reality that the character shows.

and able to receive enough support while we are with people who believe or who have some kind of loop, because we feel if something happens and try to help him and do all things possible in this situation. It is well that the perception can generate feelings so real that the death or distress of another person affects us more than usual, it has a hidden advantage, is that because it is easier to help or support the person. Another point to consider is that perceiving is also developing a memory something strange in our body sensations and emotions which we live, and that over time can become a teaching joy or occasionally the cause of pain, tears down or vague. For now I think that is enough, although the subject is too vast for one entry and too complex to go and write well. Think about it.

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A New Inspiration: Steps to Start

Now that I think, now that I've finally been able to sit and think, see and observe everything that happened around me, I could see and feel, and realize I've accomplished something that I thought was impossible: I got my childhood. Well, at first glance not seem a big deal, but that stage of my life is the only one that missed for a long time, and it is time to recover as he was.
been a long time, I thought and pondered what enough about the subject, and came to the conclusion that it is time to set foot on earth at last. And this is where I stop for a moment to be bothered important to thank many people, as @ mesmerizinglove , and tufts and tufts @ andrea_figue , @ CanoDiaz , @ alorruz , @ Erinilla , kmi_17 and @ @ SirSpock , vibrant people that just know of them encouraged me to keep going. Join this to Sansana as @ vegadavid , @ Notechdex , @ alexanderoryan , @ nejokmilo , @ _anek_ , @ noquierouser , @ Jorgicio , DanSnk and @ @ MarceloAvalos , everyday people who are always there, people who know people who can laugh with you and make you forget about your problems. I also add people who are not related to social networks, as the Fool, the Betzy, the Jessica, Auntie Mama, Girl, little Mary, Naty, the Ita, and Christmas, the 9 rookies, the 9 women who changed my life in each of its stages. People like my friend, brother Leonel, JP Mura my friend died, my great-uncle and predecessor of my knowledge, also died, Raul (Tito) Joaquin Olivares, who have the ability to say something absolutely right. And in general I thank all those people with whom I meet every day, greet them and those not, those people who exchanged words, and those only giving you a couple of looks. Finally, I thank all these people, these people, these individual beings able to think, to reason, to discern between things of life.
very pleasant conversations I have held, I have lived and learned in living with them, I have grown as a person, and I finally regained my childhood, a memory locked by something that beats the best. But now it is past, and I am able to re-create a new foundation by everything that I've collected over the years of many people everyday. And there is something better, and I found inspiration to follow, is simple, neither more nor less than what many might have but few really know its value. I refer the child to just recover, the lost part of myself now returns triumphant to be reborn within me to continue where I was the last time a few years ago. My inspiration takes shape, is cradled in dreams and promises, trust, belief and strength, courage, determination, and life. It will be something new, the change sought from a while back, but it will be good.

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When love ends

There are things that are difficult to explain, understand and all, but we can not avoid it forever, sooner or later have to face them, and I think the sooner the better. Grief, sorrow, anger and madness are some things that happen to us, haunt us when the most wonderful of feelings leaves us, "when love is over." Still not enough to live to speak of this and perhaps never will, but I want to talk about my story what happens to me, from what I see and what I feel, I felt and probably feel, it will hurt me or not. And part of this is for my friends and myself, being able to see, and because they let me know, and on behalf of them is to write and thank them start and end.

"We are human beings, created by a divine being endowed with many powers, but I like most is to feel. We are allowed to have feelings, and the animals are different so even if not so superior as we believe but we have the potential to do so. But of all these feelings are the two extremes to which many fear, so many respects, some think they know and ignore the rest, and are love and hate. If While we're at the top of the pyramid of intelligence, we are not much use to feel, or rather living, such feelings. Because you can not write they have the ability or the right to describe them in such property, because we all feel, we love and hate in some special way. And that is when we are children we are talking about it, when we begin to discover teens in our youth we understand, we live as adults more formally, and as we mature senile remember him with affection. Love and hate are like entry and exit doors of a completely magical, like the beginning and end of a story filled with joys and sorrows, and I have not even words to describe it. But one thing I'm certain, is that we are afraid to love, because the more we love more we hate, our sorrow, our pain. But we can not avoid it, is part of our humanity, our happy and sad reality.

All this reminds me of my past, those days when I suffered for this, to love, to hate, history as many have heard or read but still remain unknown. Although right now I do not want to refer to that particular topic, but I want to focus on a peculiarity of life, in that there are lapses between the end of love and the beginning of hatred. And we started this ordeal to find out what happens, this ruthless news that kills us, so much Happiness is a slow process, painful and difficult at once, and no one comes out victorious from this completely. No tears, no doubt, but to see and feel is something eerily beautiful, they shed a solemn concerns between our soul and heart, our human integrity.

all cried, we all suffer, but anyone has sat down to look into the newly passed without rancor, without hatred, without anger or sorrow? Has anyone been able to so easily forgive this breach? It is unlikely, because when we feel so bad we tend to close their eyes, sinking into the pain and grief of that loss, and just want to get away from everything and everyone, and mourn. And fills us with great pain heart, because we see this wonderful reality in which we inhabited was coming down, so suddenly disappears leaving us totally confused here, we are so disoriented they just want to escape from everything and everyone, and be in a safe place as it is loneliness. Well, now, we isolate ourselves from the world around us, people who want the best for us, but now what? Do we stay in a corner crying like cupcakes life forever? To raise a wall of lies and illusions to avoid falling into grief and depression? I'm guilty of using the latter method and live there for almost six months, believing that my life could go as smoothly and if anything, but I made the biggest mistake of my life and I finally realized. And then I finally mourn those tears, and finally realized he had lost forever. This happened some time ago and since then I've done things I did not think possible, I have met and shared with amazing people, and it is they themselves who can help me reestablish my foundation of life, why I exist. I am somewhat philosophical thinking, and eventually I left a little aside to avoid an occasional inconvenience, but my heart still much ground to gain in making vital decisions. And that force is owed to my friends of a lifetime, whom I met during my trips doubt, and now all new people this year. Going back a bit
the subject (I got sidetracked, sorry), I've noticed things are not simple to see when we suffer, we are wrong, and there are many people who are on our side, we feel alone when we have more people around. Is it because we have so many tears that clouded our vision? May be, maybe. No. At this time of sorrow, we become selfish, we assume that we are the only ones who have gone through this situation and simply exiles the world of our life. And it's the dumbest thing we do, but we have every right to do so: total, is our life. What I just said was an individualist thought, however simple it may seem, and may be the key to fall into the loneliness and alienation of our own mini society. Let's face it, we can not survive alone in the world, we need someone who is on our side, is a friend, family member, partner, and if we feel alone, let us hold to that person. And if that person is gone, there's always someone else, because I never, EVER get to the point of being totally alone in life. Love is just difficult to accept but it's true, but the love, friendship and family are things that will prevail forever, and are those links really worth protecting.

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avoid an emotional breakdown while at the University

Citing one of the many things I've learned in these days is that I share with you a simple, easy and very useful, as well as efficient, to avoid emotional breakdown while studying at university. Do not expect something magical this or seek the trick: it is simple to explain, yet not everyone can do it easily.
Study, study, study, that is the main concern of every student, and is more noticeable in higher education. Achieving academic success is the goal of every university with great views and a reason for further study, but now I just want to focus on one type of character, and is the student Sansano. We arrived with great goals, dreams and aspirations, and we enter a whole new world and to be more direct, full of different social classes. Many arrive totally scholarships, others partially funded and there are those who can pay their entire career. And most of the pressure falls on those who are recipients, without that benefit could not continue studying, and must have a minimum return to continue. Despite that college life is not just studying, it also has an important social relationship, and this is where there are usually problems: It is well known that studies and emotions do not make a great combination, and college is much worse. We can not be thinking about something or someone while studying for a control or event, nor can we feel bad when we tested, but still happens, and the results of this are not good. I remember last year I had a very bad time a few hours before a competition in mathematics, and my results, despite having studied enough, were not as good as expected. And talking to some scholars came to the conclusion that everything that happens simply because, when we have a problem or something affects us, simply repress in order to continue with our study and ultimately hurts us even more. And the solution is simple: if we laugh, laugh, if we mourn, that is to win. It is difficult to find who can hear what happens to us, or whom we can lend a hand when we need it, but I can assure you someone will be there when you need it, always. Laugh, mourn, suffer, love, love, hate, do everything at the moment, do not expect to have more time or accumulate it by having to study. Let's be honest with our lives and let us make it pleasant to live without many things to be, without much pain ahead. "Live life," as a man in the rain, are people and not machines to study.

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"sudo rm-f / memories / APCF" The story that nobody knew

environments for connoisseurs with Debian or Linux in general, this command is more than obvious, but the rest is just say "data / memories / APCF be completely destroyed." Ready, but say it is easy, but ... it is not that it's almost like kill and be reborn, and it has a terrible price.

all this history goes back some years ago during the transition between my basic education and media, and although it was still a bit young for this sort of thing, maybe too much, I felt something special for a girl, mate of course, who could come to consider "my first love" (although many people do not agree to that.) I remember that much of the start of all this was the responsibility of a great friend, my brother died almost 4 months old since his departure. Our relationship began and no more, and went without major problems for about 11 months, but in the last month was when the worst came. It was an October afternoon at the end of the month when I had to stick with three companions to do group work: were I, my girlfriend, my best friend and a companion. For things of life to fellow "x" happens to start a simple game of penance, and my other 2 partners were encouraged to participate while I was writing the work. As they advanced in their game, also advanced in complexity, until you reach a point that I could not tolerate: the mate x told my girlfriend to give him a kiss to my best friend (he did not know she was my girlfriend) . My friend looked at me, came to talk to me asking if I continue or not with this, and I replied "only so far you can forgive." Comrade X, from where he was asked what he thought about it, to which I replied "do whatever they want," relying on the loyalty of my friend spotless. I tried to continue with the report as they continued their game, but could not avoid looking askance at what they were doing it was worse because made increasingly worse. And my eyes came across the fellow x, and I understood what was coming was a great test for her. (I'll say it as it was) He asked my girlfriend to climb on my friend's legs, front (on legs open) and started moving sexually, she did everything almost without hesitation, and added a series of very passionate kisses my friend started schizo, shake it off. That was the moment of greatest pain I had experienced before and, almost without thinking, I ran without being able to take my mind off the situation. I did not realize it rained very hard until my friend stopped me to give me my stuff and cover me with his umbrella, to which I replied with a blow that allowed full of rage that could mourn. Fell, got up and hugged me asking forgiveness for everything, and I could not refuse if it was him who risked our friendship to show the person who was next to me. But at that moment I felt so bad about what had happened that I chose to forgive and return to my house, sheltered by the rain did not stop or break their torrents. I walked slowly, my face and clothes wet and cold, my mind clouded and confused, unable to think of anything that was not that devastating moment when the woman who wanted to betray me before my eyes.
I got home after a long walk and my mom was the first one I saw, hugged me and went to mourn, this time with force and punishment. I took off all your clothes wet, I lay down, and I noticed a high fever that I served as an excuse to stay in bed and able to think, relax and soothe my mind and heart. A few hours later my friend came to know of my state, but asked him for now let me rest and sleep. The next day was my "girlfriend" to apologize to me, and when my mother told me I was here I told him to leave, they would not hear of it, my mom told him not to revisit.
And so the days passed and I started reading some books distract a bit, and reading a rather old title which I do not remember the name, I developed something drastic and effective method to finally overcome what happened, indeed, forget her and what she felt for her, forever. I never wanted to name him again because I never use, but now I can match the command "sudo rm-f", and I did almost the same: out of my mind and heart to her, how she felt about her and everything I do remember. And after a few weeks of applying this method returned to my normal classes, and all were worried about me (which was then one of the most prominent ones and college students, according to my teachers), but something was terribly wrong, and it was that had inhibited my ability to feel. Feelings, emotions, all that was left me, and had lost because of it, APCF (initial), and what I experienced that day. I swore that I erased from my mind than ever, never again to use this method in a situation as much as he wanted.
The following year I met a girl who helped me with their presence to recover what I lost, and I can write you today, and live what I've experienced so far. It's part of my past, yes, but well past it was something that only I could do at that time since no one else could as I could. My ex-girlfriend disappeared since those days and vaguely heard of your life or something or other notable, but I realized I did not care what happened to her, and did not want, and unfortunately still is. I can not hate people, but she has been the closest to my definition of "hate." And sorry to be so.