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Anecdotes of our Scriptwriter

For My Mom

I have so much to tell you I do not know where to start. I think they like to hear some stories about the Scriptwriter (as my son) of this blog:

Our beloved and dear Scriptwriter (because all we love and we all want ... for your blog of course ... right?) At birth was a beautiful baby (and still is ... it's beautiful) and something weighed 8 pounds, measured 54 cms. Whiter than milk, now for those who know football is bold ... it is so. I forgot, it was painless childbirth ... and thank God so far has not given me headaches ... exaggerated when he wrote the 8 th. Year. Well back to the topic, here goes:

1. was so white that its Yaneth dear little mother when the baby was 4 mesecitos came up for a ride by car in full sun to tan a little, all I did ... guess: a stroke. And imagine.

2. Like every mother when her baby is 6 months old wanted to give small egg (hen) warm, as recommended by the pediatrician, but my scribbler did not receive the egg, to all sides in the world except the smiley face and stubborn because my baby eat huevito , forcing it forced him to eat ... result: my beloved gave Scriptwriter allergy (rojooo was ... he got a rash brotecito-popularly-) conclusion: never again offered him little egg. Therefore, mothers: Do not force your children to eat what you do not want ... do not know the consequences.

3. Julian was 2.5 years old, went to spend Easter with Silvia (Cauca) ... the aunt and knew I did not eat eggs, for bothering you offered:

Aunt: Julian would you like eggs? Julian
: TIII
Tia: As you want it, fried, scrambled, boiled
Julian: Fitooo

aunt handed him a pan with the fried egg

Julian: Nooo, ati nooooo
Aunt: So how do you, scrambled ? Julian
: TIII levuelto

Again Aunt passed a scrambled egg
Julian
: Nooo nooo ati
Tia: did you want, warm? Julian
: TIII, warm

the aunt was already playing the game, he handed a warm

Julian: Nooo nooo ati
Aunt: No kidding, you do not eat eggs ...

To date we do not know what he meant by egg or if instead it was GM's aunt ... jajaja

4. was in the garden (read for school ... no rose garden), was about 3 years old, his grandfather took him and brought him horselike on his shoulders. When they began to make strokes in a notebook, our scribbler came home and took out his notebook, pencil, eraser, sharpener, etc. (All the miscellany that he had in his case) and began to scratch, writing (according to him) one day asked his grandfather:

Julian: Pato (Pacho. .. so we say to the grandfather) how you write oto?

Grandfather: Oto? A man named Otto?

Julian: Nooo ...
otttooo
Grandfather: Other? "Another man? Another car?

Julian: Nooo ... otttooo (and half impatient)

Grandfather: Oto? A man named Otto? Another seat? Another car?

Julian: Nooo ... Duck ... Autumn ... THE ANIMAL

Grandfather: ahhh ... OSO ...

Julian: SIII, Duck ... Otoo, THE ANIMALLL ...

Hahaha you do understand, it is understood ... since childhood.

5. Account his grandmother that the day of Halloween, perhaps Julian had three years, was with his sister seven years (at that time) and began to distribute the candy they had given on 31 October, handing a sister and one, one and one ... when we finished the sweets, says Julian: Come see yutetita ... and tried to lift her dress (she sitting Buddha-style on the floor) Nooo Julian. He insisted ... until she raised her skirt slightly and below had encaletadas (hidden) more goodies.

Conclusion: Our Scriptwriter not get left for a ride ... jejejeje, is very observant ... BUT DOES NOT SAY ANYTHING TO MAKE A CUIDADOOO!

6. Never let my hairdresser at the time you cut your hair. I was 4 years and once I forced him, Norberto-stylist-half so-called beam making cuts, then continued Norberto me. Norberto was in their work, putting beautiful, and get our Scriptwriter, throw my hairdresser sleeve pants, he looks and tells Julian: Nolbeltooo ... THAT UTE Quiel CIELTO MUJEL SEL? Can not imagine how I felt ... Such a shame, I turned pale, I was shorn or maybe bald.

Yutetita (as he called his sister, 8 years) it out of the room and tells you saying that's not asked. Norberto Then I said, the children always tell the whole story.

I was speechless, I still think if it was his revenge for forcing hairdressers will be left ... Investígalo Norberto Vargas ... jejeje

7. of 6 years (our Scriptwriter), I traveled with him to USA (not for picármelas that were in USA on vacation), his sister had gone a month earlier. We arrived at Kennedy airport immigration (if I remember correctly so called), went to line (row) preference for the child, we all know that in many countries, children, elderly, pregnant women do not line (row). In our COLOMBA LINDA we are taking this culture.

Ongoing: immigration I had a series of questions: What will do in the U.S.? Will it work? "Taking care of children? Do you bring drugs? Etc. In the end I wonder how long it will stay in the United States, I said a month of my vacation time and Julian steep and holding the hands says: Nooo, a year. I felt a chill that ran through my body, I went pale (as they put so afraid when we say we will go there) I thought now we return and I will not know New York, my dream since childhood when they started to migrate my beloved cousins \u200b\u200b

But thank God it was not more, secure the gringo did not hear, otherwise, jejejeje unfulfilled hopes. Then I realized that not much had been lost because the world is the same: the same streets, houses, cars, stores, clothes, leaving the sun, moon, rain, etc.. I still love to travel.

8. Remember the earthquake in Armenia in 1999? Julian was 7 years, ranging news, news comes in one of them spend the image of a woman who drew on couch in his underwear and said: Poor little thing, sure he was bathing. And he answers our Scriptwriter: or making love. I was perplexed, I replied, only managed to say, if Daddy is possible.

I will never imagined that my 7 year old son uttered that phrase. And scope can imagine now ... take care girls.

9. The union workers of the company where I work. Just turned 29 yesterday, not my life, 29 years of being part of such a prestigious company, which I love, really, I have millions of reasons to love them, pity that in two and a half I have my retirement (per board) say pity because I love what I do, I feel comfortable, but that's another issue right? Continuous

, the cooperative each year organizes recreational holidays for children under 15 years. Well not imagine, in our Scriptwriter all remember him for wise, for respect, for acomedido by charlatan because organized football games in the corridors of the famous Hotel Intercontinental Cali. Additionally pizza called home at one of the pizzerias in the city Can you imagine coming home to an Intercontinental hotel a medium pizza for 15 type one o'clock? Hahaha ... I laugh now, but at the time that shame, that was to call attention and especially by the directors of the cooperative.

When asked why not asked in the same hotel, the answer was 'because it was very expensive and we do not reach the silver' financiers ... right?

Now I explain: One of the programs was to spend a night in the hotel, arriving type 10 am and returned the next day

type 5 pm Oops, this report will be extended ... last to be 10 and I can not sleep reading and say that you write back cool Mom son Yaneth ... mmm is it?

This is global, something Larguita to explain in detail, so I left it last:

10. Since 1971-I remember well that the VI Pan American Games held in our city, we know a family that lives around our house today our friendship is one of those very few people are fortunate to preserve.

When we had our Scriptwriter, as they are narrated in the beginning, was and still is beautiful, so my friends (those of that family) call DOLL. For beautiful, not only physically, but his personality and outlook on life.

were not the 8 am and were already organizing them in my suitcase to carry home to his house, had his little mother (Yaneth) to go with him there until late afternoon (type 7 pm), was and still is the worship of the family. So much so that even lunch and eat (food) there. This preamble to start with the anecdote.

not remember how old he was our Scriptwriter, maybe 2 years because he was not yet in kindergarten which income of 2.5 years.

One morning he went to the supermarket (I mean my friends, Julian practically lived there, only came home when I was looking after my work) to make the shipment a week, fortnight or month, do not know. They took him, market, came home, dropped all packets. It was about 10 am and after midnight time will be asked where's doll? and you say ... No one knew

and then had like 7 adults in the big house (for 40 years now, not like today you have to leave one to let the other), sought by all the house, under beds, someone lifted the tablecloth in the dining room no: is there, took to the streets, came to my house to ask for it (there was only the lady who helped me, his little sister at school me at the office), the whole neighborhood looking for him.

A grandmother of my friends had started tachycardia, the mother of my friends turned up the pressure where is MUÑECOOO? What if they were certain was that he had come home with them when they returned from super, they were all desperate. Some looking around the neighborhood, others attending the grandmothers of my friends with tachycardia and high blood pressure.

After half an hour and 45 minutes was an uncle of my friends back home and told him, he said, must call Yaneth, were about to call me when the uncle took a back dining room chair to remove from the table below sit. Oh surprise, the seat was annoying. When he lifted the tablecloth and sat up a little ... Surprise doll was there, lying across two seats in the dining room side of Picardy and chuckle.

Imagine the very bad, I knew they were desperate for him and stood there very still ... you conclude.

I found out at night when I got my job. Can you imagine that call me and tell me the child or doll or at all, is lost? by God. I would not be telling the story ... I would sure Infarction.

Dear friends, I hope you liked the anecdotes of our Scriptwriter, were few, but these are the ones that have impacted me.

I have asked my son to not change anything, I assume the errors of spelling and writing, the idea is that he read when he has in his blog. I want to express

my thanks for being faithful readers of the blog "THE SON OF YANETH" to all those who attended my son's call for the conclusion of this first year, many, many thanks.

my child, thank you very much for being you, a person transparent, with clear vision of what you want for your life ... do not change for the worse, change for the better.

Finally I want to leave this sentence to put it into practice in their daily lives Lord, guide my steps, guide my thoughts and control my tongue.

a bear hug to all and GOD BLESS.

Mom "THE SON OF YANETH"

N. of R.

Yaneth's son can not find adjectives to describe this text. Thanks, Mom

Sometimes My Leg Burns

For Yuceth Hernández

start this post by quoting one of my teachers from college one day wisely told me the hardest part of writing is to face a blank sheet. And that is precisely what happens to me always, even to know what to write, the issue becomes more complex when you have a specific topic.

When my beloved brother told me about the special anniversary of his blog and made me a bit formal invitation to write anything, I got a difficult task, I thought for 20 days on I would write. Initially I have thought about how cool it is to be the sister's son Yaneth, but I felt I had to write about many aspects that surely the people who have been given the opportunity and have the fortune of meeting the great character that is Julián Darío Hernández Trujillo would be very bored, so I decided to take this opportunity to write about something I think is really important.

the weekend I had the opportunity to attend an important event that is part of an excellent project to raise awareness about organ donation. Fulfilling my life care work strongly resolved to write on this subject that is somewhat thorny and mythology in our society. I

nurse and throughout my career I have noticed that around this issue there are many questions and one of them is: What is the purpose of donating organs and tissues? one of the main reasons for donating is to save the lives of 55 people who can benefit from me when I no longer exist, that is why I am totally convinced I want to.

In developed countries like Spain, with a rate of 34 donors per million people annually are performed thousands of transplants, ensuring that many people benefit and have a better quality of life.

In Colombia, On the contrary, thanks to the misinformation that fills every day in our media, there are only 9 donors per million inhabitants. Meanwhile people are dying every day waiting for the family of a potential donor to help make the decision.

There is life after life. I have the pride to tell you that I am the daughter of a man transplanted for more than 15 years, through the choice of a family who thought that donating the organs of their loved one was to improve the lives of others, was of great help, without them my dad might not exist, and if any, without kidneys would not have the quality of life you have now, because life is not just being a presence in this world but how to live. To be happy, independent, without any limitations.

I hope many of you understand what it means to make the decision and know that in our country the management of organ and tissue donation is not an issue improvised, there are health professionals trained to provide management, physical and psychological around this wise decision and above all that the law in Colombia it legislates, it controls and monitors.

Make the decision today is for others, you never know when it's for you.

Learn more about this in http://www.ins.gov.co/?idcategoria=1228.

N. of R.

The above text was written exclusively for the special anniversary of our blog. He hereby undertakes no editorial line 'Yaneth's son. "

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Organ Dona Josefa

By Enrique Guzmán
are
11:48 pm last Saturday of my vacation, is such a day but so, so boring that looks like a Sunday without football, Sunday holy, and sheath.

did not go out and do not mind not having done so. My sister and my brother went to movies and did not invite me. It is no reproach or blame them: most of the time I have, it was just that this time go out alone. Not Encartaciones violinist with his header.

For my part, and yet, I'm stupidly happy. So, I'm happy, very happy and I do not know why. The situation calls for it: I am empty, I owe a lot of money to someone (thank goodness because I expected to be another I can not imagine he would have done already), I have only one vacation day, my team lost loves, every time I have fewer friends, more like me than bad people, I have become more rude, more sarcastic, more ironic, more bad person.

But worst of all is that it makes me happy, not the duty silver or my team loses, the other is what I like: being sarcastic, bad person no exit, no friends, etc. That makes me happy, happy, stupid thing that pleased me, is a good sign, confirming that at least I'm not emo. Mostly because I'm kinky and I guess they know the joke about the emo curly.

All I've eaten for the day's bread. I had lunch not because I got up very late at night and I had not hungry, until now, very at 11:50 pm, time at which probably no fast food pike is open. The only thing available to eat that I have is to ask about a turnito Lina, a former girlfriend bitches who live here, but recently saw her and is quite chubby, and not as good as he was leaving me. But this is a story not worth mentioning. I have

hungry, very hungry and I know that I will not be able to hold out until 4:00 am, time that I go to bed regularly. I'll part my mother and as one who does not like things I have told him that a pinch of hunger, but not before putting my face feature calf. She hesitates a little, scolding me for not eating and I said to ask for something she calls 'The Vikings'

- What is that? "I wonder, I know the bikini, the Vering, but the Vikings? No idea

"Oh, man, there where you order the lasagna

- Where? MA Vikings? No, no idea, really, "I already knew what site was concerned, a pizza place near here called Bambino's, but I wanted recocharla

" Oh, there, there, where you order the pizza do not you remember? Bringing homes and all-as I felt a little brave I stopped fucking her and went to ask my lasañita

"Oh, ya, ya. Bambino's ma, Bambino's

-Bambino 's ... Vikings ... that's the same thing. Ask yourself a lasagna for you and a piece of chicken with mushrooms for me

There I was on the phone and call me to ask what

"Hello," said
old
"Yeah, well where do I answer? I asked because I rarely did not answer with a 'Bambino's Pizza good night'

- Who do you need?

-A Bambino's

"No, Don does not live here
Bambino


-Too bad I hung up and I kept thinking, 'What happened?" 'If I scored well' 'Very strange'

"Hello, I had again set

- Bambino's Pizza?

- No, man! "I told a very rude tone" We do not live any
Bambino
- Alas, poor lady, "the old lady would have taken it as a compliment, suddenly, but actually I was laughing-no kid that's not a pizza?

- Not! "To the poor and would give him a patatús" Why do you insist?

"Because that's the number you've always known, I too was a sulfur-Old Seventy

fucking hung.

"Hello, I dialed

" Sorry where do I answer? -It seemed impossible that they had changed the phone number in less than two weeks

- Where are you calling?

- Is that 332 24 24? -There, at that time, when I mentioned aloud the numbers, I realized it was not 24 24 22 22

but immediately hung up and dialed the phone there if it was: 335 22 22. I asked what he had to call in the middle of a fierce battle with myself to not let go or laughed.

Then I could not help laughing, poor old lady, she all innocent and I insulting. I do not even regret it deserves rude.

recently had nothing to do and I called, I was busy, and even though I tried I could not communicate with Dona Josefa, as affectionately nicknamed.

The only truth and I to call this pizza a lot for homes and, knowing as I know, I'll almost certainly sink the wrong finger a few times. Who knows what will answer me ...
Josefa
N. of R.

The above text was written exclusively for the special anniversary of 'The son of Yaneth' special ends Saturday with the publication of the text of the very, very famous and unique Doña Yaneth.

PS: The son of Yaneth supports the cause of the Twitterton, for the moment I am not in the ability to make an economic contribution, I can only help asking my readers to enter http://twitterton.blogspot.com/ and learn that it is (no token sums.)

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The prodigious decade

By Carolina Ruiz

I have 30 years and a half and I love it because through my childhood (not me) was developed at a prodigious decade, the 80's, where being a 'ballot' was not a sin but a blessing. So I thank my parents for not having deferred 'gustico' a few years and have brought me to the world December 1, 1979.

What I am, what I am and what I intend to be, I owe in part to that time. How can we forget that with Menudo, General'm the queen of choreography. That no party in which no rings and leave Meneito like crazy to lead the line, or output of 'iron' which I do not dance 'Clarity' Menudo or 'Don Diablo Miguel Bosé, not counting those wonderful songs that were forgotten in a jukebox like "there goes Villa, up, up Pancho Villa ... ohohoh "and dance without any problems.

In my memory there are those nights when my parents allowed me to watch TV till late, with one eye in the hallway of the apartment and another in the display, see El Show de Benny Hill was thinking that was the most daring . Of course, after the Hinojosa can remove the blindfold from his eyes.

Nor can I forget the freedom of children had. I lived (and how little I grew up) in a unit that was on the outside green areas in which we played without fear. We ran from one side to another, calmly walked through the field to go to the store farthest from watermelon (I think some will say, 'pen') to the hidden, as our mothers told us was made with tap water.

addition, I am part of the transition generation who enjoyed playing with dolls, hiding, struck out, that shook when the first boyfriend dared to kiss her cheek and taking the boy's hand was like reaching heaven.

But I am also of those who had access to the first video games (# yoconfieso that the only thing I played was Atari 2600 because my fine motor control prevents me from driving over a button), who used a typewriter and then move to the brand new computer and thanks to that today bungle in this sea of \u200b\u200btechnology .

I can not imagine growing up in the 90's or in the chaotic 2000 where shyness is in danger of extinction, where only the cheeks turn red with embarrassment when the paint where reggaeton is a species that was fucking dance worse than our forbidden dance (La Lambada he arrived, stuck and was).

proudly say that thanks to The Care Bears, The Smurfs, Jem, Nubeluz, The Maya Bee, Captain America and many more, I still keep some ingenuity, some illusion that makes me always look that way good, he had villains like Gargamel, and was well hidden.

So, as I wrote above, what am I owe in part to the prodigious decade. So any complaint, compliment or suggestion # laculpaesdelos80.

N. of R.

The above text was written exclusively for the special anniversary of our blog. He hereby undertakes no editorial line 'Yaneth's son. "

Shiny Gold Evolution Guide

latex Imprudence

By Diego Romero
I was always forced
to live as an older child than my age indicated, first, because he was taller than all contemporary children, and second, because I was brother and cousin of the half and I was not going to "Marique" with smaller cousins, no sir, I hung out with the big, smoking (and just set them on their cigarettes), the parquet playing with liquor till late (and not to drink, or understand how to blow in the game), who talked about " straw "and muses that inspired the act (and think that the straw itch a lot), so you do not understand, I should be there.

Thanks to this big kid's personality, on that my brother talked to him about sex, I was there at the age of 6 years and was our mother, Doña Luisa, who took over the subject with great maturity, although now hear the words "clitoris," "tit "" penis "," Kamasutra "and" sixty-nine "and nervous laughs.

I think she was never taught about sex as she taught my brother and me

- Felipe, Diego, this is a condom used to prevent unwanted pregnancies and to prevent deadly diseases, "said a nervous mother.

Thus began the demonstration, while Doña Luisa broke one of the hundreds of gold packaging that my dad kept in his desk drawer and that until that day, he understood that they were chewing-gum that he did not like to share with their children, why not just felt very angry, but almost every day looking for ways to find the key of the drawer to get a precious sweet. Touch latex, try to understand its form and function of curiosity smiled while blushing Doña Luisa said

"They will not be embarrassed by a condom, is a common and essential in any relationship, when two people want to use it regularly . We do not

felt pain, felt curiosity, did not understand its functionality, which itself was understood that if my dad and my mom used it should be good. My mom looked at the condom and still did not stop his speech:

- Children, life is full of temptations, which are much less dangerous with a condom.

is, tempted, but fall to his feet.

After ten minutes of fondling and my older brother interrupted speech by saying

- Yeah, no more, and understood that without this rubber can not live, but how we use your finger?

When asked, my mom dropped her feature witch laugh and replied:

-Negrito, that is used on the penis.

I questioned:

- The penis is the best friend of the girls? So says my grandfather Julio.

- ... yes ... mmm ... no, "said Dona Luisa quickly the penis is what you call" Pituch. " Pee, then.

- Ahhhhh, so yes, my brother said.

Obviously, the first thing I did was measure my pants over the condom, then I did the same act with my brother, who could not speak of laughter and encouragement when he told Doña Luisa:

"Mom, what shows this" brashly "if we have no good. ****

My mother never knew, despite our insistence thousand answer why he had tried to teach us about sex is so small. I think his desire to educate and be a good mother was stronger than the logic that dictated our understanding. That same day, as he usually did, we went with my brother and my mom to buy corn arepas with cheese unpeeled Carulla coastal to Paul VI, I bought my comics and my brother used his usual 12-piece chocolate, and when pay my mother took out a 500 peso bill I was surrounded by a strange white object. The cashier and the man who packed it bought my mother looked puzzled, while she blushed, laughed loudly Alguita stranger than once I heard and I immediately told the cashier

-Lady: does not have to feel bad That's a condom and used in love relationships, because with this device that smells like old bag you do not give you a baby. Is it true that mom needed? My dad has a lot on the desktop, although it would have been running is that my daddy will love him. Since you respect, everything else is the condom. Mommy why do not we give you that Mrs? Suddenly it serves. Lady: Do you have a boyfriend? Do you use condoms?

Since that day I have been reckless of the family.

N. of R.

The above text was written exclusively for the special anniversary of our blog. He hereby undertakes no editorial line 'Yaneth's son. "

Middle Fingers On Left Hand Cold And Numb

unfortunate coincidence

By Paula Andrea Calderon

There is a white corridor, I'm running naked and covered in blood. The man after me asking me to return, to give you everything they need ...

As always, Lorenzo, the floor nurse wakes me, I'm having one of my usual nightmares, those who long ago not let me sleep if I knew that everything would end so badly I would not have not tried.

'm Lorraine, once again, I'm in the bathroom of mystifying, the disco of the moment, giving me a "ticket" to cope with another dog night, my friends waiting for me outside, I do not go out, I'm bored of hanging out with the same usual puppets, friends of the U and the children of friends of my dad, all "rich kids", but really are despicable beings. Entered

Adriana, the daughter of Mrs. Susan, dressmaker neighborhood desperate for drugs is not the man who paid tonight to be with her, does not want to facilitate the "dose" and she knows that without it will fail to continue their work, is well paid, but just starting. Roberto, a man involved in the trafficking of "white", paid her "tits" and this gives you more prestige in the middle of the prepayment.

Lady, the stripped you clean the vomit of an old woman who entered before, it's boring to collect the trails left by drunks every night of drunken vomiting, poor marksmanship of the men at the urinals, the filthy environment you breathe in those nasty bathrooms disk, but it be hard for the "high", can not leave at any time look bad, that it is her job, to be an orphan girl who was forced to work the first thing you offer, Don Eloy, the owner of the album was all she could give.

There are three in that bathroom, each living their misfortune. Adriana approached me, I do not know why, but something about her attracts me, I offer a bit of coca. Lady is about to see what happens, it helps me raise Adriana floor and leads us to a place where she has access behind the disk, so that the three can get some fresh air.

recovered a bit longer appears Gabriel, one of my friends, is talking on a cell phone. Is trying to listen saying, I realize that you damage a business and need an old for help, "the client is perfect and has good material, but the old can not do nothing. Adriana

also is listening, when she hangs Gabriel over to talk to him. A little cautious, Gabriel asks me if I know, I say yes. He stares at her and says that is perfect for the job, but still needs support, at least two other women. Lady and I offer to help. I always knew that Gabriel was involved in that business, there had gotten all the money with which he built a house with his mom and inviting everyone to partying, these outlets also helped him to seek future "donors." Camilo, the current victim was a guy about 35 years old, very athletic, healthy, was celebrating his bachelor party with friends in mystifying. Gabriel already had the old for the job, but they had a disadvantage and could not arrive on time. The three agreed to do the job. Lady was going to put some clothes I had saved, Adriana went wherever Camilo and I was preparing my car to go. "After half an hour, Lady and I came to the table where Adriana with Camilo, and had a lot of trust between them, Adrian introduced us as if we were family. Camilo put face of hunger, of course, Adriana had proposed had two girlfriends come and were also were eager to tinker tonight. The 4 we went to the car, we started. Gabriel and we had listed a house near the club where everything was ready; quarter yet for us to start seducing Camilo, a glass of liquor with something that had been added so that the victim fell asleep. In a nearby bathroom had a tub full of ice ready to receive Camilo after the "operation." In another room was the doctor, the drive. We never revealed who was the man, if you came to see him would not live to tell the tale. Everything was going well, Lady and I were kissing, Adriana handed the cup to Camilo, the olio the cup. Do not know how he felt a strange smell in the glass, the smell. Grito, said it had already heard, a friend had taken some old, had been drugged and then had awakened in a bathtub full of ice without kidneys. He began to scream, Adriana shot over him, Lady pulled a revolver and pointed somewhere. She looked scared, we both realized we had no bullets, if he realized that man could kill the three. Camilo started screaming not to kill him, let him go, I had a girl of 8 years. They remembered the day they were going to rob my father, when the screaming in front of me, "do not kill me it is my daughter, "I wanted to scream inside to kill him, if necessary, kill myself and my mother as well, that bastard raped me from 6 years and my mother never said anything for fear of running out of money. When I returned to the scene, I saw Camilo and I imagine my father picked up a metal candlestick that was by my side, broke his skull, hit him until his brains splattered on my shoes. Lady Adriana and panicked a bit, but then entered Gabriel, asking what had happened, all I managed to say when he saw that scene was: "Load up the pussy fast before they damage the rest of us, I'll take care of body, I get out to the touch after it's silver. We left the three, Adriana and I took a taxi to take Lady home.

They left several works, Gabriel paid us very well. Adriana and was not prostituting, however, already had 4 girls who did the work, it only works with Lady and me, plus charge their girls. Lady was starting a project of your own record, was being very nice. I had managed to leave my home, I had just graduated and was working on my first film. All painted very well in the business we had started the three, one time or another had problems with the victims and I was responsible for "crush his head" enjoyed every shot, unburdened me thinking my father.

called us one day Gabriel had a good business and easy. Two bare skinny, feito no-faced, had called for them they got a trio of peeled to make him a show. It was perfect for three professional victims like us.

Adriana, Lady and I came to the house where we had arranged to all. We were ready to spring into action when one of them, without realizing Lady shot in the head, then scream: "Steady pair of bastards that you are coming, we need yours! -

Lady were carried, everything had to be done very quickly. They stripped us, we played, they were about to rape us. Activity Gabriel, told them they had done with Lady, to pass to that followed. They came to Adriana, her struggle and one of them pulled a knife, slit her throat. Is completely covered with the blood of Adriana. She was taken, I was next, did not know what to do. In an oversight of them gets out the door, they started running behind me, I could not understand what they said. I found a door ajar, the push and it was horrible what I saw. Lady pieces were tossed aside ready to be packed. Adriana on the makeshift operating table, his belly and chest wide open and my dad with Adriana's heart in his hand.

After that I knew nothing more, only that I needed a kidney and I'm locked in this madhouse, nobody believes me say that I suffer from bipolar disorder and that nothing I say is true.

N. of R.

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I like having nightmares. I know there is a common feature, but I also know I'm not the only one who has it. I like it because they are full of imagination and special effects worthy of thriller plots, action and adventure. Dreams (the beautiful), however, only contain sweetening and Rococo Surrealism ... and to top it, the feeling is an absurdity that might have "meaning."

One of the many sharp words of comedian George Carlin says, "How boring is to hear someone telling a dream!" ... And yes. In contrast, when someone tells a nightmare or the count to another, the chill, anguish, despair and suffering of others relayed from mind to mind. Because

nightmare is that element primal fears and basic fundamental human: death, hunger, nudity, isolation, poverty, abandonment, Jota Mario President, dispossession. The horrific nightmares usually not aesthetics, but the feel so palpable internal ghosts caused by a scratch or a vital ... bandeja paisa with guava juice, eaten fifteen minutes entities go to sleep.

Nightmare physical oxymoron ... Go! Heavy, but mild, like a toneladilla, as Led Zeppelin. Nightmare: Nightmare, in English, which, literally translated, means "night-mare." It must be because, when you suffer is like a female horse will stand in the chest, or as if they ride into the realm of Neverland, bareback, without charge, a victim of the dark side of your unconsciousness.

worst / best of nightmares is just that: it is our own imagination, jugándonosla. None but ourselves brings macabre-delusional elements that may be in them ...

But eventually, over the centuries, the collective unconscious has created many cliches and platitudes that standardize the average nightmare ...

Persecution: Something always has to be behind us, something threatening, ugly simply unpleasant. The chase includes an ever present: the flight prevented, in which the legs are not, either because something sticky We adhere to the ground because our movements are handled by an editor evil that makes us move in slow-motion, or simply because the floor is tilted 45 degrees, and more to stretch the legs, the progress is minimal ... and the monster murderer, there , breathing down the neck. In my case, is a recurring pattern of the fucking door is not closed, despite my many attempts. Something usually happens with the lock, which prevents be safe. Hypnos is bad for the locksmith. Therefore, I have to wrestle with the thing persecuting. The nightmares are the lead with home security.

death: either we kill, or kill, or witnessed someone dying or being dead. According to the sueñólogos, death dream reflects the future possibility of an extreme change (not necessarily aesthetic), but why do they always so ugly? Because our consciousness is always filthy, and can not help but give its most honest. They are popular with the shot, drowning or stoning with eggplant.

Dirt: the locations where they develop these scenes from the movie (because it became a nightmare, after cinema was invented / referred for humanity) are usually surrounded by a lot of dirt, litter, water, sewer, rain standing, stool, urine, vomit, blood and cobwebs. The art director of the department like dream the ugly ... I'll see you arranging the scene to the next shot!

Academy: This sector, although, for some, not nightmare for everyone else, we suffer, adolescence and youth, with assignments and tests of Hell, years later, we replicate in our brains that condition and free ... featuring the worst of all nightmares: we are back in school, and learned to do a task that we had no idea ... or you need to provide a review of a subject he never witnessed ... Why brain, why? Animals

brave dogs, pigs, snakes, tarantulas, baboons, fleas drunk ... In all there in the vineyard of the Lord of Dreams. They attack us for nothing, and are Bocatta di cardinale to analysts, who insist that they are symbols of the urge to throw so tremendous that we repress in everyday life. If that is so, the nightmares of Nacho Vidal are with chickens?

Nudity: You go out into the street and, just because, is disappearing pants / skirt and underwear / cuckoos, but it's up to stay in public. There is no way to hide the genitals, and if you're male, you can include involuntary erection. In the best case, Hypnos gives license to cover their güevitas. The worst / best part is that nobody seems to matter! ... Hypocrites!

Above all, the good thing about nightmares is that, anyway, no real relief when you wake them. Instead, when you wake from a dream ...

excellent N. of the R.

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By Andres Meza Escallón
http://apoloduvalis.blogspot.com
http://twitter.com/ApoloDuvalis

- She: We will pay the cash
- Me: ready.
- She: Good morning.
- Teller: Good morning ma'am. Is $ 12,000. Did I pack everything into one bag?
- She: Yes, thanks. Bye.
- Me: Good morning .
- Teller: Good morning young. Are $ 5,000.
- Me: Thanks, bye.

The scene is repeated over and over for years in restaurants, supermarkets, chain stores and affiliated network points multicolor. The constant: to her, my girlfriend at the time, always saying "ma'am" when to me (which was not always clear who was with her but was going through any another customer standing in line) always told me "young." Of course, I laughed because we have the same age. In fact I'm six months older than her.

Not really surprised me. From childhood I always had an affinity with people older than me. In fact the only women that I liked were older than me. The fact is that I got used to being considered the youngest of the patches until they started going out with friends of my girlfriend and her sisters, who were more or less of our own age.

When finished, gradually ceased to frequent the patch and now my ex is a miracle learn of his life for the carelibro when they marry or have a baby. Friends my age migrated all to study abroad and might not return. And I found that my older friends were already married with children, or who only have social life and hopefully other married couples with children.

So I only had a few friends younger than me. Obviously, such was rarely called me by name but by nicknames like "the old man," Professor Farnsworth "or" Bicentennial Man. " And on the side of the girls was even worse: apparently there is not yet known law of physics that states that all single women from Cali are under 24 years, so we seem doomed to which I look dirty old man when he stepped TinTinDeo or a theater. Once Upon

twitter. Obviously the average age of Cali Whimbrel make more than 28 years, but at least to go out and do not depend on the people of my age (once they get home from work and not draw if not a reb- bull and an order of the Prosecutor). In fact, I rely on @ @ vik407 ranaberden and to feel that I'm with people my age, times of joy in that I really have tears of joy.

And of course, had to happen. In any group of Whimbrel I found Julian (the son of Donna Yaneth), who seems to be the prophet of a new era in which it will no longer be known as "young" but as "Don Apollo. " Now I feel like the owner of a food pike open 24 hours or the visible face of a strip tease business.

N. of R.

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By Karen Abello

I do not know if it has to do with the upbringing I received or what I've always been protected by my dad, it sounds a bit sexist of me, I usually thought to start a relationship or a flirtation, the man must be who takes the first step, however, makes many years I decided to "hint" to someone who appealed to me, getting only a great laugh for an answer (not literally, but it felt).

This allowed me to confirm my hypothesis that we should never say anything about what we feel to see a light "may well" by the above ... am I right? Insurance more than one I will say yes, but it is something that has much to do with how you feel and what men we projected.

Today, after several years according to the letter that ridiculous hypothesis "confirmed" for me when she was a teenager, and me account the experience that I can, that is not true, I think it's time to try again and take the lead.

Why do I say? There are several reasons:

1. There's nothing wrong with a woman says what she feels. We also want, we also crave, desire also feel we are not stick and the men are not the only ones entitled to be in control of something.

2. When you expect so much, sometimes you do is move away. If they do not decide it is possible that the reason is because we send the wrong signals and understand what they are doing is the opposite of what we want. I remember someone who died once told me we cuadráramos and I made the "intelligent" all I did was never respond and ignore your proposal. Ja! Where most sorry for. He walked away and soon after found another that I did not give L

3. I feel that they also like to be conquered. A lunch prepared for us, an occasional nice word, maybe a chocolate or anything that comes to mind that might like, the cause, at least, take a few minutes a day thinking about us. Raise your hand if the gentleman who believes otherwise.

In summary, the most important thing here is to take the decision to do so, be confident in ourselves, what we want, in that we seek. Telling someone how we feel do not imply that we are a pitched (but not missing, missing). It's a matter of styles. Maybe

not going to do now, maybe just keep sending smoke signals or tweets to the air (which is the same thing) to # aquiencorresponda, at some point, understand that I talk to him, but, at least, I realized that I need not say anything so direct as to understand that there is a chance that all you need is love him. # Hedicho.

N. of R.

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Take the initiative means, if the World was in Colombia

By Victor Solano
http://www.victorsolano.com/
@ solano

Twitter probably already have written many parodies of what would happen if the World Cup was made in Colombia. I, as a fun, scrappy chapucearé some ideas of 'If the World was made in Colombia "and we had to suffer for our beloved media.

If the World was made in Colombia:

· William Vinall Ch be the official announcer of all non-sports event. Eg would the official voice of the stops of mass transit systems, the official voice of the airline as the plane touches ground on Colombian soil ... "Attention Colooooooooooooooombia. We landed, sold as the sacred ground where we were born in this tieeeeeeeeerra Colombia, that's nice how the pilot was showcased in a belly flop ... Graciaaaaaaaaaas immortal by Avianca flying ... If you go to take the taxi tell their families: "I espeeeeren at home "...

· In the absence of an octopus as Paul, an Endangered Turtle bite dice to throw the lot of the games. A day later would be served ceviche in a street in the city in the Group B.

· Another option: The Colombian government, to blend with the predictions of the octopus Paul, would make a tender closed invitation to assign a pet to predict the results. The regions will send their candidates, but at the end wins a pig dressed as a gazelle as part of the proposal Nule Group.

· The foreign delegations could not concentrate because they would go quietly in the morning to day to day or, worse, on a date with Jotamario and evening with José Gabriel.

· At the time of the interviews in the press conference, Laura Acuña would not talk to technicians and Adriana Tono would ask why this seems like she sings.

· Vicky Dávila inaugurate a section called 'La Cosa Soccer' on you try once and for all take away the title to Shakira in that of the hips moving!

· Carlos Antonio Velez would advocate for simplicity syntactic dialect-nineteenth-language interpretation sports.

· Nielsen surveys, Ipsos, Napoleon Franco, Gallup and the other 50 of # AsiesRicardoJorge Colombia would give the best sports correspondent in history, enabled for international services.

· JJ Rendón be hired again, but as a commentator for RCN to cabals and advisor on hearsay by the Colombian Football Federation ... "Brazil is rumored to have an alien zombie cannibal mutant ninja you want lunch to the players of Colombia when in the tunnel to get on the pitch. To avoid this problem, it is better to give Colombia a 3 points of that game "...

· Ingrid Betancourt, from a beach on the islands Seychelles, announced in an interview with French TV would sue the Colombian government for $ 7 million in compensation for not attending the World Cup in Colombia and for that reason will be seen from the paradise.

· For the opening ceremony, Jorge Celedon sing How beautiful is this life, the best song in Colombia (who is Mexican) and Shakira sing 'Guasca-Guasca' (which in turn will have been kidnapped in Los Carrangueros Ráquira .)

· Sports journalism will be of congratulations especially because one of their own will be Minister of Foreign Affairs: Former Ambassador Edgar Perea, who summoning all his arguments diplomatic elegance and good taste in dress, he would ask the first leaders attending the event, which lucieran some shirts designed by him with flowers, checks, stripes and erotic arabesques.

· Piedad Córdoba announce that new releases would occur but that the only condition that put the peace and selfless monks of the FARC is that it is in two days: On the opening day game, a helicopter would drop by half The Campin and then descend Piedad one of those released (could be in the minutes 5 'the first time, and another released in the final.

· Ahhhh, another little one condition: That the transmission and production of these two parties and banquets fine and discrete media entrusted to Telesur.

But there is hope we get rid of the brown bear galaxies. For the second time, as before throwing in the towel when we were assigned to the World Colombia86, a committee of experts say that with the money to make World Cup could be spent on hospitals, schools and other basic needs ...

the end, all However, this country without memory, allocate the resources of three world to put a dome to Bogota, paving the Magdalena River to have a highway "good boar" or the sewer Barranquilla ... The winner of that tournament will be Nulegate and Comptroller Dr. Olano.
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Question: What other pearls in the media would have if the World Cup was made in Colombia?

N. of R.

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By Omar Gamboa
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begin by thanking you for your invitation to attend the first anniversary of his blog. Few bloggers who have the perseverance to stay and write often enough. I attest that, while not writing I did in mine. Also want to congratulate you and wish you another year full of success blogger. To continue writing and publishing, including print, something I have not accomplished. Sow envy. Well, let's get down to business.

few days ago we had a chat in the office about this idea that things are good or bad depending on how you see, personally I think is true, I've posted several times about it. In the talk, he's my boss who told us of this, we said we do not know what the reality of people and why they react in any particular way. Sometimes you get in a bad mood at the office for any reason, a traffic jam because a taxi driver-the son of God "is crossed or anything of the kind that nuuuuuunca happen. Or not us but some of our colleagues who arrives in a bad mood. Come on, we ask a favor and character that responds with three stones in his hand. I know, they want to grab the gun and put about three hooks on the face, but everyone is entitled to be in the wrong and we must try to understand. Believe me, serves. As long as the other person does not pass rude.

The issue is that my boss gave the extreme example of that, who knows, if a taxi driver prooonto-kind soul-full avenue is closed to us, it may be because the mother died. The first thing I said was "Wow, okay. ... But they have been dead all the time? Poor taxi drivers." And poor mothers. Every day, every 3 minutes should be dying mother of a lady cab driver in these "helpless orphans. I can imagine the ladies throwing rosary every night and asking San Benito: that "God, my child does not become a taxi driver!".

Yes, it was an extreme example. Very. But it served to make us (me) think about the issue and seek further alleviated when such things happen. I particularly did the following after a gangster in the wheel of these I closed and stayed at a traffic light (yes, the moron that won 0.3 seconds thanks to his "feat"). I took advantage and got off, walked to the taxi and said "Hey, mister, stop close to people so they can cause an accident." I returned to my car as calmly as I could lock and stuttering virgin asked this gentleman will not be lowered crossbar in hand. To which I get is that you can not counter-react to such recklessness. And not just driving, as well as pedestrian, as a colleague, and son, mother, cousin, boyfriend ...

try to be the best humor possible, listen to upbeat music, smiled at us attended triple hp wrong and we want to improve on it, or give themselves tonight sex. Instead of answering wrong end of step joderlos and bitter day, we are superior to that. I'm not going to sour because an asshole busetero with 3 neurons can not put a simple directional before closing. Suddenly I turn it on a dick, but then I'm singing in the car injured lung. If I pulled a fat Transmilenio traserazos MIO-or very kindly, "I say God bless your four-wheel drive and have a good day.

is difficult, I accept, but not impossible. Especially since it gradually becomes a habit and becoming more natural. Do not know anyone who keeps up bitter because sugar sweetened not like? Or the other living singing and whistling all the time? Bacana do people like that. Here I leave the subject. I go to this fucking red kitchen was very cold. Damn it!

N. of R.

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