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friend I thank you for making me camels participate in this chain of honesty that is not where it came from or where it goes. And which I have decided to participate devotedly. The question is, is to make a decalogue confessed and honest self, so there are small and humble is my list: 1 When

3 years had a heart attack almost killed the lady who took care of us me and my brother when he awoke in the middle of the night singing like a madman "Beat it" by MJ The fact it happened again several times until my parents had to music allowing me time until I took off like crazy.

2'm very, very distracted while a late rather than get me a taxi-trufi, I went to a private car.

3 The boy was a loner, I used to play alone in my room with imaginary friends, my parents practically tossed me into the street in the hope that I become sociable but people really terrified me.

4 The worst mischief in adolescence was spit out the order of the director, I discovered just as I was with salivary loungers completely exhausted, I had to clean the fucking car with my shirt.

5 The most interesting work and overwhelming that I was managing a cemetery.

6 Once just after going to the store to buy a car chicolac abuse me, I fainted and woke up in the same car that had hit me. When I asked if it hurt or needed something, ask if they had seen the chicolac.

7 At school I used to make wall newspapers and magazines, he dreamed of being a writer but when the time between the Engineering, until now I regret it.

8 (ie if was severe) A friend who studied systems showed me how to hack msn accounts, stole mail and saw many friends. Then the guilt consumed me and I was a rat.

9 In recent months I have been suffering from a horrible disease that has changed my life.

10 Not because since I have little fear of bursting balloons when I tried to take my phobia but I think I will pursue until the end of my days.

Esito would thank you for your attention.

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A memorable Sunday


Unlike others I hate Sundays and holidays, since one of the philosophies of my family is that those days are to tidy up the house as well as normal people spend their precious hours of freedom to the relaxation and pleasure, I will tell my pigsty room to see if I can stop the disorder that reigns there. I remember a memorable Sunday in which I woke up early and started the hard work when you first break of dawn. Confine myself to the basics, brush the dust (I think it went the Sahara desert of my floor), lift forgotten dozen vessels (with foreign content and macerated), empty the suitcase from a trip he had made for months (where I found a variety biological growing). Finally after hours of laborious delivery ended and just as I intended to lie down and enjoy my accomplishment hear the musical voice of my mother, asking me to bathe the dog. I do not know why I swam, he is happy dirty, I'm happy without washing, we are all happy, but we need to traumatize the poor animal (of course I speak of the dog.) First try to bring my good offices as a negotiator, argued that the dog in question is black and gives the same if it is dirty or clean, but this does not help much when my mother cry over it or was threatening the dog or was I But someone was going to end up in the trunks of the courtyard. So I decided to heed the order humbly. Find the animal and it was difficult, not what happens to my dog \u200b\u200bbecause when I say, "sit" or "no you do on the court "does not understand nor jack, but just hear the word" swim "away from home. I had to look in every dark corner until I found him under the bed, I call, nothing. I offered him a juicy piece of meat, and nothing. As far as threatening death and refused to come out, finally had to stretch out a leg and after a wrestling session could subdue him and take him to court. But once he saw the swimsuit was shown to have a supernatural force broke away, ran after him but with my agility feature I will approach or a meter. As a strategy I decided to use the hose, it worked pretty well I managed to corner him against the wall and using my soap brand bolivar rub it well behind and in front, had to skip any number of fleas and end all chewed and scratched skin but had done so. Rinsed once said, "see and bathe you idiot, now what you gonna do?" Shot my dog \u200b\u200bjumped up and went straight to a mound where he rolled freely and joyfully. I swallowed my anger and turned to attack the hose, but just as I approached the unfortunate dog came flying and went straight to my room that my stupidity had left open, paste the cry and followed it, when between what I found on my shaking off all the mud bed above him. My room was a mess echo. That was all a memorable Sunday.