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A Majesties the Kings of East

Dear Kings:

Once again I am writing to give them my annual performance report. This year I've been pretty good, mostly because I have not had time to misbehave and then I was so tired I had no power to do evil. Yes, I must confess that I wanted a few, but as with you what matters is what has been done and I'm not confessing to the Lord of the crazed fans of old broken femurs, then imagine that it's okay to have sin a little thought.

why I ask you, as a reward for my kindness, serve me some presents to encourage me to continue in this line of good and not spend the dark side of this town of ours, devious, greedy and desahogao (great term that I discovered the Carmina recalled.)

My house is in need of some reforms, but if possible I ask not to call Jorge Fernández Nuria rock or to fix. I think that little by little, and with help I can do it myself. That is why I happened to list some things I need. I know that these things are complicated and expensive, but if you dare, for me is fine.

- A coat stand: I need to keep an eye on the bags I have, because otherwise the years I spend almost one bag per season, and that is neither trendy or cool, or even practical. Just ask fit many things and is mono. Pinchen here for some examples.

- A cabinet for the bathroom. As my friend Ivan, a former tenant of my modest old building, room, "Tell me" you need a wall piece of furniture for my creams, I already have a birthday and you have to take care of fine lines, crow's feet, the neck folds, cellulite, the hardness of the heel, curled hair, chapped lips ... maybe I better go out an operation to Stephen, but I extend best furniture and avoid unnecessary risks as you leave the mouth size XL. Since the tiles have a beautiful chocolate color "noir", because guess Maderita clear tone that will do well. Or if they dare to color ... beige, green, yellow, or orange would make a good workaround.

- I also need a cabinet with shelves and drawers for the bedroom, but that it might be abused. Still, in "Road Home" or Banak have a great (and if they happen to your child and want to do extravagance).

Now for the cultural moments. I know that previously were the most sought after, but hey, libraries and nurtured my friends interesting written pages, and as for TV shows, movies or music, I have also limited consumption. Now, if you feel generous and want to give me the payment of the IFF Well, look, I'm looking for an apartment. I know that e-book has become fashionable, and although it seems useful for cases of billets rompeespaldas and bag handles, almost going to wait for things to stabilize in price and supply formats in English.

Still, I have a request

I know you are fans of droll mysteries of Iker Jimenez Cuarto Milenio, but I remain faithful to the tenant of Baker Street, so now they have taken a súperedición of cases of Holmes and Watson, if you dare to pay the 60 Napos it's worth, I was delighted. You can see what's in it link.

And the food of the spirit the physical shelter: clothing and accessories. In general I do not need anything, and if they fail to give me my clothes to save me going to work because I do not return it. Yes, I have some needs that just can relieve:

- Rubber Boot: Yes, I realize that there is little rain in Madrid, but lately every time I do I soak my feet, and the last time the shoes dyed socks which in turn stained my skin and I had a week left foot green (although it were purple socks and slippers in various colors, but no green). The most modern are the Hunter.

are the leading Kate Moss to Glastonbury, but I think that blow 99 euros for rubber boots, so a cute (you know, colorful butt) and I keep the foot dry worth. Number 38 (touch me and then go to change).

- Yellow Umbrella: I think that is clear. A-MA-RI-LLO. Or red or green, or blue, or with polka dots or anything. Yellow umbrella (foldable, of course). The same color as the sun, that the bird Tweety, T-shirt that UD Las Palmas. We, like this:

- Hiking boots: My friends and remain Maromo mountain lovers, and a Sunday I have proposed to go for a ride by these valleys of God. It is true that if I bring the boots I be without excuse but hey, perhaps it is time to stop the excuses and get going. A plain little thing, not get excited with Vibram soles and stuff, which is only to do a bit of walking. Some of the "Decartón" worth (but at least I was not wet feet, do not buy those 15 euros, rats!)


Finally, although in other cases their use has been nil, this time I think so, I need an agenda. My levels of neglect cases have come to find me a flagrant as input (unused, of course), a concert which had been two months of its conclusion, and there have been several times I had to call for medical consultations ask what time was the appointment (so when I have called asking if I thought while I was quietly going home). I know that the phone have an agenda, but I do not handling too well with her. As I like to like the Moleskine "Colour to month."

Comes with booklets of each month in different colors so you do not have to pay in January when it's August. Surely they have in the FNAC or cocks or gafapastas stationery.

Hala! Now to buy and bring me what I ordered. I've done my part, right? Then you meet yours!

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miles away

imagined sailing happily in the same boat with whom he played as a child and to that place where I still went and I was happy, from the other side. I felt sad because I would not see with these eyes of mine and embrace him, but i Told him see you later alligator and i Know That I Would Have Said So Long Crocodile in a soft whisper, smiling His Smile. All Things Go, All Things Go. how to let go a part of you? a part of me is no longer. Still, I will live in me for as long as i live, and Sometimes i can find him in the depth of the sea, or the beauty of a tree, Those Things I have loved and Taught me to love too. and i feel as if I Did not leave, I is alive in my heart, always will be. what a beautiful thing, to Have Had his hand to guide me, to have known such love and to be grateful forever. silence and love, and joy and sadness. i will hug him again, i know. sailing towards the sunset, he is.

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Summers tend to look similar to each other. It's hot, people go on vacation, they take ice cream can enjoy the terraces and young people fall in love. In addition, newspapers and thin as Marta Sánchez Maribel Verdú through the years, the TV is dedicated to repeated radio programs and in the voices unsafe and trips for the fellows. There are parties in the villages, the air smells Aftersun and take buses and subways (even) more. The theaters is very poor, even poorer film, and the concert is already such as to lie to mourn.

Couples with children are divided Rodriguez situation fortnightly to take the opportunity to remember what life was like when they were a single individual with no little creatures clinging to their calves as ticks, and the citizens neglect their styles to frightening levels.

announce unpopular governments taking advantage of nobody knows, teams star chips to the insecurity of not knowing whether they will be a hit or a bluff, and "Hello" is filled with parties, yachts, bronzed bodies in bikinis and weddings and Pitita Fefas several pages for black and white end and feeling Isabeles or Genevieve for a moment.


Only one thing seemed to have changed in recent years: the missing gaps were less cars on the sidewalks, the people had also fled down on chairs of the terraces or in the seats of public transport, and signs saying "Closed for the Holidays" seemed a relic of my childhood summer memories of youth.

But this year the signs have increased again, as the holes in the cars and August is the month again desert in Madrid. Internet sales have closed, libraries have changed their summer schedule, and instead of expanding in the afternoon, has been cut, and deletes the opening on Saturday morning. Until the RAE has put closure to his section of consultations in August. I wonder what the beleaguered journalist will have to submit an article this month without the help of an institution empelo that "cleans, fixes and gives splendor" to clarify possible doubts.

also some museum visitors, users of some sports and some summer ill go to find the little sign. But who cares. Everyone is happy because it is summer, because they are in love, like lemon ice cream, can park, the cinema is nice and cool but the movie is bad and can look at the necklines of the girls without them put a face because they feel insecure about the perfect neck. And that hurts because they have to work, keep your skin white and who have also gained weight, you get screwed. Either that or let off steam in his blog.

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The city frozen in slippers

goes without saying that I'm not a smart person. Never in my terms, not in my way of relating and, of course, clothing. I lack taste, coordination, and many sizes less (which reminds me that I recovered last week to mourn the usual wonderful in the dressing) to get to be on the lists of the "Cuore", because some time I stopped to suck the "Hello", which only bring ladies are boring slump.

But be smart does not mean that one can not recognize the elegance, and I recognized twice last week. One Thursday. Its owner was a man of 81 years, stooped, white-haired and dressed in blue jeans, white blazer and sports. It is likely that most of the people that did not look elegant, but the old man was dressed like a dandy wearing a suit, and has spent decades demonstrating his elegant compositions, however, are not aimed at the elite who can afford luxury. That old man (with better looking than "Saza", yes) is called Burt Bacharach, and mass is a musician, but the mass does not know him and he was glad to go anywhere without having to sign autographs.


since I bought the entry (back May) I was excited because it came on the show, and has been a lot of people that I've told it would. Most have asked me who was this guy Burt Bacharach, and I always said: "A composer who you know." And then said: "It's the ..." and threw me humming "Raindrops keep falling on my head ... na, na, na, na ... and also that of:" The moment I wake up, befor I put on my make -up, I say a little pray for you ... "and continued with" I Just Do not Know What to do with myself. " By then, everyone knew who he was.



were also later found out that his gems like these:





And I fell in love with some lesser-known:

But

I knew the best was yet to come, and it was. Over nearly two hours enjoying a fun and generous man who warned that everything we were going to hear there had been composed by "the pianist", but also reminded his usual lyricist, Hal David, aware of its power as a musician and their limitations as an elder, exquisite in the treatment of their peers, their songs, to the public. A man as before. Sure walks around his mansion with a silk dressing gown and a scarf around his neck. As Hugh Hefner, but no bunnies, playing the piano and thinking about what his next hit. I hope to do many more, and return to Madrid to return to mourn me.

to mourn Many think that a lady is not elegant, but there are ways and forms. Bacharach did his songs, and creators of "Up" with a round in history that breathes love everywhere. Not only in his argument, but in every drawing, every song is perfectly mated to the story counts and the time it shows. To me, that I stumbled from job to job, and I see the reluctance and procrastination, Monday through Friday, I wonder to see the perfection and love that are the work of Pixar, from the initial short titles credit.



And me, I'm stumbling through life, failing at every turn every project that I set out, leaving behind all the opportunities to change their lives, the film moved me, amazed me and gave me hope that may still be time to throw me into the adventure.

Who knows, maybe when I get old I become a fine lady and elegant. Then, well dressed and perfectly combed gray hair, hurry up a drink of gin (in homage to the Queen Mother) while listening to the melodies of Mr. Bacharach and I watch the white sport. Elegant, yes, but comfortable and ready for adventure.

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Today I decided to take the metro to Sol to see the new season and Community Development works have had for three years, longer than a sentence. There are still things to finish, and there are parts of the exterior that makes me a little Martian, but hopefully soon be able to walk normally around the Puerta del Sol came

reading one book of Luis Bassat, which will be CEO (Chief Executive Officer) in the program where I work. It's called "The Apprentice" ("The Apprentice" in English), and the truth, is an interesting project and fun in equal parts, but starting to feel a tension quite important and very, very dizzy. It is a format that first premiered in the U.S., with Donald Trump's head honcho, but which has reached its glory has been in England. Each chapter is to remove his hat, and the CEO, Sir Alan Sugar, is shown with contestant (and aspiring to a puestazo in your company) as a strict judge every week. I decided to put a video of your funniest moments, the others are awesome (and longer)



Well, the fact is that the advice had been soaking Mr Bassat (by the way, is very comforting to read a book on how to advertise without further need for the ability to read and have a little common sense, so I think I make good publicity for the book) about how to sell a product when I lifted the head to get to the station church. I have seen how a very old man approached very slowly to enter the car. I looked around and saw that there were sites. I closed the book and I was prepared to yield it, as he saw come with difficulty, looking down to check that gave safe passage.

I have addressed to him and to touch her in the arm as he said, "Sit down, please" has reared its head. This old man, fragile, and hard-entered in the metro has, according to IMDB, more than 100 films. Berlanga has worked with José María Forqué, Mario Camus, with Fernando Trueba, José Luis Cuerda ... That man was Saza.



The man who always appeared in his films very stretched, is now an old man nearly 83 years that I found weak and tired, but not enough to accept the place he left, although he has insisted. Firm has endured four stops, until someone has left a seat and then yes, it has been granted.

I think nobody in the car recognized him, although I prefer to think that maybe others have done like me, I spent several minutes thinking about what you might say to thank and praise some of the great moments he has given us with his air of Mr straight, straight, and the English style of man always pissed. And still today, proud. In the end, I passed by, I think to not bother him. Clearly I need to read more to Bassat, to get expressed well what I mean.

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Again, Movistar becomes the protagonist of one of my posts. Go ahead feel unable to offer enjoyable reading or situation, but the body is asking me to lay the bile, and that's what I'm doing. This is a copy of the text I intend to send the entire chart of Telefónica, to the newspapers (though unfortunately I doubt they want to publish it) and everyone that I pass over his head.

is the only nonviolent way I can think of to vent for 40 minutes (and at other times) I've had to suffer so I would not solve anything, to be told that they will charge me for something and asked not to bear some responsibility for which is not mine. By the time I have stolen from dinner, watch "House", go to bed to sweat this catarrazo, playing with my cat.

There goes my spit verbal slap my writing, my bad host concentrated in a letter.

Attn D. César Alierta, executive chairman of Telefónica.

Mr. Alierta, I am writing to you as the main person responsible for the company to tell him that, surely, you do not know is that in business, specifically in Movistar, laugh customer that your company cheat customer that Movistar (one of the companies forming the group) is not given to customers the correct information and that your company plays with time and the lives of their customers.

I tell it because I'm sure that you, as head of this company is not allowed even for a moment that your company gave this reprehensible, appalling, disastrous and humiliating service to those who hold this corporation payments for their (not always good) services.

bet my life you know that Movistar offers customers services they do not ask, and that although the free offers, then the bill. I'm sure he knows that in order to make management, sometimes you have to spend up to 1 HOUR! On the phone, and not always calling to mobile Free. I have the absolute conviction that no one has told him that his employer when calling for a complaint form, delivered copies of an invoice dirty, and many other things that make that what seems simple in principle, able to communicate , become a complicated, unpleasant and fraught with problems.

I think we, we do a favor to you, what might be the good name of your company, and I hope to millions of customers who do not have the time or accumulated enough anger to send this letter I assure you a tone much kinder than the passive behavior and its employees have shown me they deserve.

remain at your disposal for any other information you might need.

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sweetness

i wonder if cats know when you're sad.
i think mine does.
i wonder if i'm only a little tiny old memory or if i'm gone completely. as if i had never existed.
i could ask. but i'm not going to. no use in that. what for? would that change anything? would i want to change anything?
ignorance is bliss. but i've never been a fan.
a zit.
removal kits and songs that stick in your mind forever. i don't absurd love my stupid memory for details i wish i had forgotten. But i was programmed that way. It Lies Within Me. Ability of this amazing storage useless and unhealthy habits clogging Every neuron.
to say one place.
i was staring at the door.
I Was There before.
the good thing about right now is That it does not exist.
maybe I never know. but it isn't gonna be me the only one wondering. That i get. at least.
formed as one with candies.
gave me a mint today.
Is not life sweet sugar?

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black and white, dusty THOUGHTS old. a couple of dreams and boom. The One That Is Already Gone which rabbit magician Reappears at infinity pandora hat I wear in the mirror as I write Those words with my fingertips without sounding too world of sofia.
the One That Got Away.
and wondering never got me far.
nike would be a good add.
runaway person.
sweet sweet escapes.
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old because it always sounds fashionable? I always thought that these women before always will be more beautiful than those now in his photography studio with gray hair and no blower.
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be like water flowing. I never knew better. begins with one step. peace mode. mixcd ending with sia's let's not fight. famosillos metric is now rescued all time favorites for the world.
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a new mom, up from 1:00 a.m.-5: 51am. That's called love.
my belly reminds me that someone brought me here. and I care. and still spoils me.
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tomorrow Was Me on That Train To Meet parter in crime. Most Likely the celebration will include parmesan cheese and / or cheesy fun. Things I Gave trains. Some Took from me. lost a camera, found love. and always teasing out cypress.

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do not get me wrong.
but ... we really need to congratulate us because we survived another year of life?
is like a milestone. oh yay happy birthday you're still here .. alive ... for Another Year ..!!!
but good, very good, I love gifts. and good wishes. say, is nowhere near my birthday but I'm just Saying.

kudos for This and That.

to aim, is a great great thing. Sweating is very proactive. origami not my specialty but chunky little tiny bit ... well, That's another story.

no soup for you. second guessing is always trouble. learn to zip it is i guess my little potty training project for the day ahem year.

muffled. oh the perfect warm brownie and the beauty of the ice cream in perfect proportion affects my senses.

from when the food will be as intrinsic a part of my being?

the news, the bath and yummy book. More of That, after this.

that everything is breaking news? because they have to put the cod so close to the cheese? very nearly did not buy cheese! has anybody ever Thought of Changing this? the efficiency of planet outside a priority if I were you. a notice of atlantis stole the song from juno and they thought that we were going to notice? how hard will learn to sew? because I love the new song from Karen O? i still like her dresses. sorta. lady gaga and that always wants to be the most space? and they have to force it to versts so? for me to remember? momomomomoooo.

anyway. life is a highway ........

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each other and others with special participation of all of them with us

I move between zigzags, and essential parallelepipeds Compositions delicious.

others move between pins and needles.

other between waves.

algunosotros between fideuas and even more delicious crunchy nuggets.

others do otherwise,

hanging as carrying a bottle of rumple slash mamajuana and walking drunk and cry where he pulls the card. print that will last me a long time given the picturesque orrrvidar case. said that he had stolen, and many that are stolen, it had to be done quickly because tomorrow it was the English or German tourist near accompanying her and another woman beside her said, if you steal it po you the citizens give it a trusted person and she is most comfortable in the chair to turn the lady and tell where a good sabroseo of words, and to whom?? and then complained that his mother was his trusted person died and I almost began to mourn but I could not continue serving the gadget because tobacco out focusing on not so bad in the photo because it lasts 7 years or so and I had a little earlier when I was a teenager.

others do something like buy two boxes of oatmeal with plums showing their great kindness

or decide what color to paint the hair is

or disappoint

or die today leaving a friend sad, like my grandfather

or reconciled, again.

or choose to forget

or find

or pretend

or play with dolls

or choose cool skins for your phone

or start the diet to be skinny

or melt more than a cheese sandwich when he looks Valgame God

or they're corny Being

or learning Portuguese

or doing anything else.

least this. here, now.

Why Does Toothace Hurt At Night

To whom it may concern I do not want to die

I'm not sleepy, but I've always been a very good sleep. At night, I crawl into bed, put my head on the pillow and just spend 10 minutes (if they) before I sleep. It is usually what takes the arch of my back up to the ass to accommodate the mattress.

The truth is that it is fortunate not only because this break, but because it seems I'm one of those lucky at all, however serious (with some exceptions, I'm not stone), I lose sleep. Sometimes, to strut and downplay it, say it is because I have a clean conscience. Actually it's usually because I'm tired and also because I like to move around in bed.



bed ever given me great ideas, so I have paper and pen on the table, but usually the times I have caused sleepless fears, anxieties and pain. The oldest

remember them as real hell as terrible childhood earaches I awoke from my peaceful sleep. And then had the shame of telling things and would not bother, so when after several attempts to relax and go to sleep again saw the pain overcame me, I had no choice but to surrender to despair and throw me to mourn, but short. Two or three tears later, my mother would wake up and say: "Silvia, what's wrong?" At that point I knew that victory over those pesky punctures was mine, and that in a moment all would have happened. I answered, softly through her tears: "My ears hurt, and my mother got up, stretched a protective blanket on the table, and plugged the plate as he pulled two tiny towels. The doubling in the form of a pad, passing the hot iron and I ran one. "Here, put it between your ear and the pillow, but be careful not to burn." The lobe was burning, but the heat relaxing me, as my mother put another towel on the plate to relieve the previous one, which was cool. So he repeated the operation until I slept with one under the ear, the morning after was the only reminder of my agony girl with the ears.

But other nights there was no pain, only darkness and silence that the streets are finished in the pouch of my neighborhood, and it sounded like a constant buzz. Other times from the door I got a glimmer of light and sound (light) of the TV that my parents were still watching. Then began to fantasize, and he rolled me mind, a thought crossed with another. A few days thinking about the school, others in the things she heard at home, and sometimes, as all children do, in death. Those were the worst days. Not thinking about how they die, or pain or anything like that, only one kind of view from beyond the grave in which he saw that the world was without me. And I did a lot of anger, as if (as is actually) is not noticed my absence. Ever mentioned it to my mother, I guess because she has always been very keen to make clear that she does not mind leaving this world. Years have passed, and now live in another house, but remains on the same street, ending in cul de sac, with the same buzz. And those moments before sleep are still as disturbing. And years later, again leaving the subject, My mother tells me: "Child, is that from small're committed to that you want to die."

And yes, it's true. I do not want to die. Especially since now that I do not care that the world will continue without me, now I have fear of other details.

So today I uneasy all day. Because one thing is going to accept what is upon us, and another victim of a pandemic. One thing is that one be misled by the excitement of being part of history, and one who wants to appear on the books of the cone (the mixture of natural and social absurd called "middle knowledge") as part of a number, as in his day there in my history books hit the poor the plague.

The truth does not seem right at this time. What if I have to end up in a car (now would be in a truck, I guess) between loads of bodies to carry
burn me after they have painted the door of my house with a cross to warn my curse, damn it at least not be at this time of crisis, I'm unemployed and I have no desire to grant me one last trip as a farewell to New York, a feast with friends or to make a contract to someone for me to scratch the back throughout the day.

also is not the same die of an epidemic caused by rats, which is a thing as misery, that to do otherwise caused by the animal that gives the ham. Not just live in a time when you warm in cold weather and hot weather cooling off, in which you travel miles in minutes, in which a cavity can not kill you to end up like centuries ago.

No, I do not want to die of the flu, or avian or swine, or sleep with your ass in the air, so tomorrow I go to Lidl, and like my mother when war threatens, I collect and I stay here locked up with sauce, until the thing happens and the hogs do not pose more danger than a few extra kilos or a guy who tries to get you hand.

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BRITAIN, BRITAIN, BRITAIN (part two)

Funny how you change the mood overnight. Today I was in a London darker than yesterday, or perhaps I should say that I've been less happy than yesterday. Is that I see an overcast sky and now I get low blood sugar. But as for now one can choose to have blond children (English-like), but not the day you're going to do on vacation, I have to fuck me and make plans with a "What if time permits."

allowed time at the end all, because it has not rained, but "was not of God." I left a little late, and although it was a time when "off-peak" (Which is not rush hour), the subway was really bad, something that should not be rare because the stations have a man who puts on a blackboard Velleda "good service", as no other times you give him bad, is what has happened to me today to me, I have taken the car twice to wait for the next. Luckily

had a free newspaper and I've learned several things. What the minister is still kicking, but the G-20 has made the affair Perer bellows. By contrast, Jade Goody is in loving memory of the British, who walk pending funeral, because now Jacko (the English papers are given the nickname, so is Michael Jackson Jacko, Like Madge Madonna, Victoria Beckham is Posh and Becks) says it will not, but pray for her. I do not know if they have buried or cremated, but a lady called Val Thompson makes you a little picture of monkey sea with the ashes of your lord husband or your beloved mother, so he was commissioned as one of Goody and just hanging on porting the national gallery, where the same is that Mr. Churchill Virgin rich.

As the British is like this in the manual works, because I also have learned from the newspaper a couple of old men who has spent 19 years recreating in miniature the town where they met. They have even put their own figures at the entrance movies that were on their first dates, with posters of the movies they saw at the time. Has been the news of the day Coca-Cola, which is not to sponsor me, but it made me mourn, as announcements of the company in Atlanta. But according to manual work, but much more disgusting, is the story an anesthesiologist who treated women going into abortion. The partially sedaba as is done in such interventions, but it seems that the guy pulled pork is the jam and the girls placed in his hand, while asking them things like "What is your alcoholic beverage favorite? In girls, the little question they should seem odd, but it seemed strange a nurse saw the man with the cock in the innocent hand of a patient, so it cracked and then caught the hands (otherwise), as a member.

Well, leaving the news and continuing with my delays and my bad leg. After I took a metro bus high red to go to St. Paul's Cathedral, I've never visited, but I confused and I thought I had gone to stop, so I downloaded and it turns out I was a while (let's be silly shit, because it looks that this cathedral is huge, not to see it). To make matters worse, I have come to the cathedral and gentlemen "bobbies" I have been refused entry because there was a private act. All this before noon time when the whole city mobilizes and begins to swallow, but things are not as tasty as these pieces of cheese sold in the market
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To me the issue of chow in London me crazy. I do not like seeing people eating in the street, is the time of day it is. They will have their schedules, do not tell me no, but I fail to know exactly what they are. I know this is true of all life, but also that culture freaks me out to eat on the street that Londoners (I think the English in general and many Americans) exhibit. Any place is good to get the sandwich / salad / Currys varied and made to move the mustache. When the bobbies have left me again without seeing inside St. Paul, I found a Marks & Spencer food alone, and I have not resistrido to enter. I have no regrets. Lechuceo is paradise, as he called my mother to Malcolm. Sandwiches of all kinds, cakes, bags of snacks varied, ranging from a thousand varieties of potato chips (cheddar flavored cured, onion, salt and vinegar) to fried banana with honey and black pepper, small bowls of salad dressing can with strawberries and champagne vinegar, to cooked salmon slices or small bags of dried fruit containing several sprockets, an almond, raisins and some dried apricots. I took the bag fried banana (put do not know what crisps and I thought they were potatoes) and a juice that has resulted Rapsberry also contain orange juice and mashed banana. Disgusting snack that has ended up becoming my only meal.

A lack of food for the stomach, I decided to give me spiritual food. It was after getting lost in streets and alleys without getting strange find the London Bridge, which I finally managed to get to take a view of Tower Bridge and the Tower of London. I've been in Southwark Cathedral, very nice, where people pray as a group of school children listened intently to their guide, who then has dressed some of the Small deacons, or something. People have always needed foreign aid, something that makes us trust and not feel alone. Sometimes we used to rely on family, friends, the couple, but in these times of disbelief God seems to have re-emerged, perhaps because this time of crisis.

Here also there, and people need help. The church (here), he knows, and so there is usually a place to let their parishioners to write their prayers. Most call themselves, for their sick relatives or in memory of those who are gone. I would have liked to put a picture, but in Salisbury Edu upbraided me it was a gossip, so they stuck in wishes of the faithful, and Southwark Cathedral have to ask permission to take pictures that you are granted upon payment of three pounds and half. I am very respectful of the rules, anyone who knows me knows that, and I do not mind paying to see a church. In fact, I have made a voluntary donation, but paying for the photos to me seems absurd. Or you can or can not. Even so, I pulled a backroom. Not the prayers that could be placed on a board with post its, but one of those chips that are driving me crazy. This time, as well as in every chair in the church, had this very curious on the wall of a chapel



Yes, is the author of music as "Oklahoma", "Sound of Music" and "The King and I". And many may not know, but also the legendary "You'll never walk alone" Liverpool's popular song, which seems strange to think that comes from a musical, something not too heterosexual and testosteronizada as fúmbol.

Then I followed the banks of the Thames to get to the Tate Modern, where I have given the world of audio guides and enigmatic works. Now speak of my contradictions about art, but I do not want and I am also doing some shopping and attend a theater matinee, which is the theater ie two-thirty in the afternoon, something highly absuuurda, my friend would say Unai.

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Everyone has their hobbies and habits. Some people have to go down the street by stepping into the square of pavement, like my friend Diego, while others have to cross themselves every morning when leaving home, like my friend Diego. Wow, this has made me realize that Diego deserves a post! But what we are. As some have some manners, I have mine, and one of them seems to be that when I'm unemployed I'm going to England. It is customary involuntarily, because when I'm unemployed I'm not really going to spend the money, but good practice nonetheless.

So here I am in England. Luckily one has good friends who will provide a home and welcome you, so I made a nice combo type Havana / Varadero is Newbury / London. I love England. Possibly because we all always like what is different, because it seems that ours is always worse, and probably because England is very nice, really.

I do not like just for its landscapes and cities, all colocaditas, all of low-rise, with those houses and those pubs that seem all artistic monument, I am fascinated by the English. First by the peculiar physical makes a terribly attractive (I is that I am a bit of Saxon type, we're going to do, I like the pale-faced blond guy and some redheads) and other terribly ugly,

While the box collapses Spain Castilla la Mancha, England are in a very succulent. A minister has gone (or has gotten (No Pun Intended)) in a mess thanks to the vices of his wife, who paid with public money a descarguillas porn.



This is the lady, Jacqui Smith, none other than Minister of interior, the poor aunaque not know what happens at home. To give thanks for not being a minister in Spain, because it would have to listen to the jokes of Fedeguico. Vegüenza should give this guy (the husband, not Fedeguico) waste of public money pornography, not because they see porn, but because there is free porn on the internet, and the country is not for many joys and expenses. The truth is that deep guarrete news of the minister's husband is almost a joy in a country whose covers this week are monopolized by two dead: Jade Goody, and Natasha Richardson.

world is curious press in this country. They range from the ultra serious newspapers like the Times or the Guardian to the tabloids that necessarily have to carry fabricated news, which also has merit, even to tell what really happens, it is shown that most journalists do not. The issue is especially Jade Goody sensitive to this phenomenon of the invention, and I fear that I will not take anything to see a cup of Jade, with his bald head, next to one of Lady Di with her tiara. Yesterday there was a plot had to post photos of Jade in her coffin, large front-page news. Anyway have not invented anything, that this issue did for a couple of days when they died Carmina Ordonez and Rocío Dúrcal, respectively.

are also worried about what will become of their children. The kids have a father and certainly a powerful legacy to his late mother worked to do just that, left in place. And arranged these concerns, it now appears that walk with the funeral arrangements, which, according to The Sun, will be Michael Jackson, who said it.

Following the press, the first thing I did when I arrived to this country was to go to the newsagent (the kiosk) to the airport, to see how popularity was Posh, aka Victoria Beckham. When I was here last year and half, Victoria was the queen of covers, from celebrity magazines to fashion magazines through the "women" who are the magazines like "Love" or "Mine" but much more specific in its content. Could appear perfectly at 30% of the journals, which, really, is be very very famous.

Well, one year plus later, except for a small battle between the spice and the former Big Brother (duel that will end very soon and of course for the first time), my favorite is still skinny bitch HGM (her majesty Greatest), well above its husband, who had to currar some good passes to Rooney on Saturday to earn a couple of squares on the front pages.

Okay, back to my days in England. Today was the day of park. Basically because today it was sunny, and when you see the sun in England becomes a predator and takes to the parks as a lion to a gazelle. Why? Because if the lion thinks "one never knows when to hunt and eat" any visitor thinks, "one never knows when to see the sun in London.

Actually, I have enjoyed as never before. I addicted to i-pod, I left my ears free to hear more squawking, barking, screaming children, and even a full-fledged big men in suits and ties playing frisbee.



Anyone can look like a bullshit, but when you have months without giving you a bit, take a walk through a park and see people living becomes truly enjoyable. So that the day is past, between Hyde Park, Kensington Gardens, a small garden in the middle of two streets called Sussex Gardens and Regent's park. There have been several things that caught my attention: The belligerents are ducks, able to fight very hard and quite bad baba, really horny when I have come to collect video, to me that I did not like documentaries animals.



Following the time Gerard Durrell, also tell the squirrels have left me quite amazed. Animals first because they are very small, of those who see and do: "Ohhhhh," and second because they are fast and cunning, and hide the jamársela food instead of all at once (or so it seemed to me).



But I have recognize that the time has come tear the day in small squares, the British put in banks. I've always heard of the British people who are cold, but I'm beginning to not believe it. Write wonderful love songs, and some other awful romantic soap opera, and today I saw a guy say goodbye to his girlfriend with a kiss and stare until she has gone with a goofy look that made me wish you a slow and painful death the blonde slut to wrest such a guy (well, if it is to remove it, the better a quick death).

Today I also demonstrated that love to tell everyone what they feel, but is writing it in banks. In those small plates of which I spoke earlier. Is not the first time I see it, because almost three years ago that these chips in New York fascinated me. I've been walking and reading each plate (at least when there were people in the pews): "In memory of my sister Lily," "My dear Mary for her 60 birthday. David. " In a beautiful rose garden I found a beautiful, "Anne Wicks, who loved his roses as we love it." But I particularly liked this:



Then I remembered the Walker, and I have called. I replied in a hoarse voice, as very constipated, and I said:

"I know what you do when you die"
"What will you do, damned?"
"For well I see you is short. Go to Parc Turo and make you an insert to read: In memory of Joan, who came here all afternoon. "

may have thought that I am a coner, but I think that there is better way to remember someone and make others remember him, or think how wonderful it must have been Anne Wicks, or Lilly, which his brother recalls. Gordon and Malka O, musicians, inspiring their children to consider. I wonder if when I die there will be a nice park where someone wants to put an insert to talk to me. Something like: "In memory of Silvia and her nice tits."

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Seriously do you Need to twwwwwwwwwwitter twatidy boop every second of every action one performs, participates in etc etc etc. i mean There's this person that Actually thiiiiinks facebook is meant to to 'twitter' on the what are you thinking thingy thing and this person uses it way too many multiple times a day (you know cause i log on So Many times too just to check snoop browse invade your privacy and check out who you just Separated / are dating / if you're still alive) But this person's got it all wrong, why do not you ask what are you doing?? but you ask, you're thinking?? and everything he writes is the "Things this person is doing" like, for example. back to work after lunch or the lunch that consisted Had Being sleepy after lunch or after lunch or going to the gym or reading Something interesting or hurt my fingers or just back from Had lunch or coffee or jump up again showering (commmoooonnnnn) back from lunch , back to work alllll ooover agaaaain everyday !!!!!!!!!!! Who the f cares?? seeeriously. Grey's style. oh my oh my ... new social network interaction ohwell s * But I'm on Against All Odds facebook, TOO. just wont post my most memorable personal, closetomyheart i went ice cream eating today pictures explaining simultaneamente en twitter de que sabor es mi helado pics or you know this is how i look like while i'm sweating having my baby and my doctor uploaded it in his newly facebook thing instaled via his blackberry device. you dooooooont need to know im repeating this dress for this wedding i'm going to be attending that you're gonna be watching and say look she wore it again three or four or five or six months ago in fulanito's wedding or fulanito's taco day or whatever and fuck facebook for making me think twice about my ensemble picking. fuck!
facebook facebook facebook. the place where i can snoop on everybody else's lives and Lack of taste, especially uploading pictures crazy or sexy-wannabes. I wonder that so many people are so boring and tagean * and tagean and destageo tagean and I think if I go very Beshear. because we are so of that, and we take a pretty good pal photic profile there and we pretend We Have Something To Say When They, 'the' facebook people ASKs us, what are you thinking? wannabees twitter twitter or maybe stole the magical idea, i do not know aaand of course, you know right there in the middle always invading your personal space and your internet experience There's the 'adds by google', well, actually this site is powered by google, Those people own my brain Probably cause ya know. anyway. Gotta Give Them Some credit for Their Somewhat kischt kichst, quiche, kisch themed pics que me anuncian ohhh es ese dia de por ejemplo la tierra or whatever y ponen el globo terraqueo en todas sus o's. orrrr let me see, lemmeopen a new internet window and check, ohhh yes, it's a regular boring standard google pic page day!!! at the dominican republick. coz they know that, where i am. y tambien igoogle como imoney y ipod iphone itwitterdotcom geeeezzz.
i don't care. i don't care you're back from lunch!! i already know you have lunch everyday and that afterwards you go back to work!!! silly people that doesn't get it after day 43!!!. anyway do you really need to share so much stuff? i mean do i have to share this 'entry' with my unexistant fan club??? and like, the world?? the sick lonely connected world we live in? with like, fan mail and lol blatant stupid silly sad variety world.
for real?
do i have to share that i'm hungry and that i have obbbviously nuthin better to do right now??
do you care??? cause i don't care if you care but if you care it's not like i won't care. that much. for all that matters.
hallmark has the way to say you care.
un pendejix se invento eso and yep. it worked. so did lame stupid stuff like twitter and such.
t h e e n d.

if i had a twitter account i would twitter "just updated my silly stupid i don't know why i write on it deardiarycrappy blog."
but i won't.
and then i would twitter i just twoot. cause they make up new verbs* too.
but i won't either.
cause i don't have and i am not interested in having a twitter account.

ps. twitter did not pay me for the free advertising. but i think they should. or i should get one of those donate pay pal things for their consideration. would they care??
i don't caaaaaaaaaare!!!!!!!!!!!

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i mean, really? WAS
it Necessary? if the only thing in life to which I aspire to is the superb clarity, falling into the banalities why I bitter life But thank goodness for mochaccino of packet and the occasional ciggie and Polly Scattergood, she's good, and the pain of the day after and everything eternally sunny and beautiful that I can not see because my inability to undisturbed by things it should not matter not let me. shortcomings are not removed in time, I think the more one is adding for fun or for whatever reason Along The Way. But please oh please i really want to forget, i want to live and let live without being so fucking contradictory? painful? hard? gimme a chill pill and I'll be alright. I mean, i know the pandemonium is always Transitory. i know this is my self speaking irational.
But Seriously, What Can I Do.
it is What it is.
've found great comfort in That. well, not a longlasting, a tenteahí. is only half know that nothing is known But i could repeat it as a mantra and maybe just maybe survive the next five minutes
Without Turning Into a

i do not know.

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I knew I was coming included in the package that is called love.
like pina coladas bad class hotels included.
as the fly in the soup and as the dirt in the nails.
indivisible republic and the smallest particles of atoms.
Such oil and water make a nice vinaigrette.

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SAN FRANCISCO (AFP) - Francesca Salcido met 300 men in 24 hours without the slightest effort. Found in SpeedDate.com potential suitors, a U.S. Internet site by which you do not need more than 90 seconds to find your soul mate. "As much as we use webcams and other internet technologies, always looking for the alchemy. And if not there, just move on to the person following, "he told AFP SpeedDate co-founder, Dan Abelon. The portal uses the latest Internet technologies to 'speed dating' (speed dating), a devastating phenomenon destined to find a partner quickly, which began a decade ago men and women who rotated from table to table, the sound of a gong, looking for true love. "If people decide they do not like someone, is something that typically lasts 30 seconds," said Stephen Stokols, CEO WooMe.com, a rival site SpeedDate. "If you know someone who likes, three minutes is sufficient. If you do not like, 30 seconds is too long, "he added. On WooMe, as in SpeedDate, automatic timers online conversations interrupted after 90 seconds to three minutes. Those who felt the possibility of a romance should just reconnect later to revive the flame. operation is quite different from most online dating portals that require users to detail their lives and their sources of interest in complex profiles or extensive questionnaires. Aspiring love then exchanged emails with people who match your profile before deciding whether want to meet in person. "With us it's more like real life," says co-founder SpeedDate. "If in real life you see someone you like, not dealt with your resume for comparison. Just speaks," says Abelon. Only instead of sitting in a cafe, future couples are known through web cameras and microphones at the portals of 'speed dating'. "My mother told me" the more you send your CV, the more likely you'll get a job '. I thought that was the same meetings, "she told AFP Francesca Salcido, a user of SpeedDate.com. the night of his release a year ago, the site led SpeedDate 1,000 games. Currently taking place between 100,000 and 120,000 daily encounters in nearly 200 countries. WooMe meanwhile reported 1,000 to 4,000 users online simultaneously, whatever the time of day. for its director general, SpeeDate users looking to find true love, while those of WooMe are more realistic and looking to make friends. "On our site we know more new friends, not necessarily new love," says Stokols. Following this idea, WooMe sent two of its Internet and American roads to meet personally with a thousand new friends known through the website. His adventures are immortalized in WooAroundAmerica.com. 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It is also the first time I write in openoffice, and the first time I do on a computer with Linux. Not that this is very interesting (although I look like much sauce as she heard the rattle of keys and watches me closely), but for me it is a world of possibilities, well then do not take it, but now seem to me the sea of \u200b\u200bpromising. Because sometimes, in those endless minutes on the subway, those minutes to rob me at gunpoint the Community of Madrid, lying as miscreants selling ours is the meter that everyone wants to be when it is slow and inefficient one meter in most lines, I can think of many things to tell, I always think I'll remember later, or even about to, but they are diluted in long hours at night tired, in the emotional tasks, in the temptations of multimedia hard drive , and finally stay there, in a piece of paper in a corner of the "20 minutes" on the back of a ticket, or a Moleskine. I'm not too willful, so once the first impulse, which looks like I will write a post in five minutes, the ideas are gathering dust, wrinkling in your bag or in a hollow waste of my brain. Now I have the intention not to let out ideas, to have funny things, and not under any circumstances allow you to pass the ranting, because the English are very horny, and then quickly forget. No sir. Many rebounds, ranting, mosqueo, balloons, emputes (language canary), or anger deserve to be reported. Like the day that Monica lost his temper with a reviewer RENFE is that he thinks is his farm Atocha (but that story is so good that I think deserve a post), or as the day I pissed heineken in Room because I had 50 minutes waiting to catch the coat wardrobe and stuffed them a complaint form, or those times when I do not do more than blow grumpy while reading the meter is dying from station to station and the clock is ticking towards the hour when the bus leaves me and I have to pay 10 euros for taxi because the lords of Metro de Madrid does not give them too embarrassed to say that the next train will arrive in 7 minutes during rush hour at 08:00 am. And thanks to this toy that I've scrounged. A toy that weighs just a kilo and bail me out if my old desktop PC decides one day to give me an upset, and, incidentally, I will help you Goiete not leave me with a " I told you so "on plan mother. 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