Friday, March 12, 2010

Dirt Bike Safety Speech



class Having
VINCENT MANUEL 07/03/2010


does not depend on social status, or education at a school received elitist, not the success it has achieved in life. Having class is a mysterious gift that nature gives to certain people without it involving his intelligence, money or age. It is a seductive secret that emit some individuals through their natural way of being and, without being able to do anything about it. This gift attached to the skin is much more fascinating than the talent. Although having no class disdains physical nobility as an added gift, the main attraction is derived from the moral beauty, which from the inside of each individual determines his actions. Society is full of such privileged beings. Whether you are an illiterate peasant or a famous artist, carpenter or eminent scientist, plumber, officer, teacher, archaeologist, mason Romanian or Senegalese magazine, all are united by one characteristic: they are very good at their job and fulfill their duty to be duty, without giving more importance. Then, in the short distance, the aura discover its own aesthetic, which is expressed in the way of looking, talking, silent, walking, sitting, smiling, to remain always in a discreet background, without shunning never helps others or delivery of any noble cause, always away from the aggressive, as if education it had provided the air they breathe. And I feel above the clothes, the elegance that is already carried in the bones since birth. This country of ours is today suffering a flood of intolerable vulgarity. The cameras and microphones are available to any mono lout who seek, by any means, five minutes of glory in exchange for humiliating the entire society. But amid all the tackiness and bad taste prevailed there also people class citizens strong, entrenched in their own stronghold, which aim to lose no dignity. You'll find them anywhere, in the upper or lower, on the right and left. With a touch of distinction, which emanates from their bodies, they are the ones that purify street fat broth and let you live without being totally humiliated.

Source: http://www.elpais.com/articulo/ultima/Tener/clase/elpepiult/20100307elpepiult_1/Tes

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Pain When I Drink Alcohol

@ Nightmare in the ALP

friend @ s:
As I told the story as 500 thousand times better I decided to make one post in my blog for those who still do not tell them;
last February 7 was in France and had an accident .. slipping out of an elevator and I fractured the patella in his right knee .. I broke it in 2 .. hospital is closest to an hour from where I lived since I was in the mountains .. I had to put me to sleep straight through the knee .. when I woke up and was heading to the hospital ...

so on 8 February I had surgery to reattach the bone .. I was a week in hospital in France until I go to return to Tijuana, because it just because I could not stay longer ...

as I put some wires and Agusta inside to join the bone and out 23 staples .. as horrible horror movie ... Finally .. inflamed knee apart and seemed ... obviously could not walk or bend the knee, had to use a imovilizadora and crutches to move ..

2 weeks ago and they removed the staples and I desinflama quite the operation .. now I do exercises to bend the knee slowly because apart from that it has no force and is more thin than the other leg lol ... that outrages ... the truth pain is indescribable but fortunately the good doctor says I walk properly with the months ..

truth spend a few unfortunate moments, but for now just think to recover and return to dance .. lol thank all those who were and are on the lookout ... now is when I realize true friends ...