Today I was watching TV, waiting for that ring characteristic of every call of employment ... I still do not speak (here in Monterrey are in the habit of saying, you are within 3 final selection, we will send you our decision.) Well, I was watching TV in the house of my cousins, and Fox spent that movie noventera of "Election " The character of Tracy Flick played by Reese Witherspoon reminded me immensely in my primary love, that love-hate ... my first love (of which my mom still teases me.) And I realized many things, well the analyzed: - The happiest people are those whose life expectancy does not contain existential questions ... so resolves life every day. But the spirits take us out of depressions are, in themselves, spirits are not happy ... those who have had to learn to make your life happy (after asking the questions that someone living day by day it is not).
- Many times we are blinded by the goal that we forget the way, became animals Machiavellian, those who make it so high ... often become empty people lacking the ability to interpret a new dream ... often unable to give a message of life. 
- I have a tendency to seek foreign targets spiritual paths ... sometimes the goal will not matter to me, while I can easily follow the accompanying someone. This with the intention of walking next to this person to have a road that goes in circles. - When I follow a path or goal itself by having a path or goal to continue ... I get bored easily. - I must study and refine my English
... then the opportunity opens the excuse to leave the stranger.
- I am one of the quietest in my family ... and the worst dancers (thanks David and Goyo there make me look not so Pior). I realize that in the blood I bring the ability to be bilingual (fluent in English and bullshit).
- I'm learning to cook, rather than living alone in 4 years I refused to practice.
- and copying Kabeza: "I like to think we still do not know." I firmly believe that truck drivers are not to blame ... but your whore mother that hatched.
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