
Monday, January 31, 2011
How Do U Jump On The Bike In Pearl

Wednesday, January 26, 2011
New Skates Hurt My Arch
long time ago to stop writing, it long time to stop thinking about wanting to write. And finally long while I write ...
What is the purpose? I do not think you can say in simple words, but in letters. A lot has happened since I left to write. For starters, I began studying Belly Dance (yes, if dance of the stomach, 7 veils, Shakira or as you prefer ...), which led me to meet new people, and a teacher a little crazy, well to discover that I am not so shy if I compare myself to others.
One month I lost my job, and I think that was definitely what I leave my blog. I depressed the stay without work, monthly income and no savings. What I took years together went on months of rent-improvised, and the picture of my picture pasted on the wall again happened to be remote. Then came the second shock of running out of money to continue studying ... so I had to do something illegal ... (well I say this because it sounds more cool) but do not worry was not so bad!
turned 22 years of age so often imagine, without any of the goals we imagine.
Months since my last letter I received on Friday a call that did not stop to remember every day ... an 8 year old little angel went to heaven, and lying on his bed asleep I got to see his mother, friends , to teachers and family around it as they said goodbye. Then listen to stories, everyone encourages the mother telling their own stories of having lost a loved one. And then I learned that there are pains that have no end, but always comparisons.
followed months passed, and my last letter was aging ... the longing for my country grew, were always being bad news. But something in my life never change, and that was that I kept hearing stories, I kept reading lives.
qa always thought through the lyrics could do something for the world. But the joke of having a second email than ever reviewed that I pluck opportunity. One day a girl wrote to me asking for advice (following a letter of mine who had read) and told me all her story writing! And she said that she had been inspired ... I never get to read this post if not until recently. lost the opportunity I always dreamed of ... inspire someone.
So today back and back because I want to write, speak and do not know that street because they got crazy ideas in my head, and because writing makes me more than I, and I get to be more happier.