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Did you watch the Miss Venezuela?

Those who answered NO, I asked to speak about it. The post is long and not edited. I am warning. Here goes.

do not even know how or where to start. Maybe last night was less a matter of Misses, but character. A kind of how much is the show? But the question was "Who steals the show?

Yesterday we had everything, starting with SOR Miss Amazonas (became a nun), Axel (as in Rose) and Germania pepper. Yes, his mother, Mrs. married to Mr. Pepper, who in my mind is a red pepper, christened Germania. Good thing is pretty chama.

Let's start

Kiara. Poor, really poor. I begin by recognizing two things Kiara has a booming voice and a great body. But if you were going to dress up as Lady Gaga, I expected at least something like the cloak of flesh. Not a blue suit and the crew of Star Trek with a Betamax tape to the head.

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for finishing touch of gold plate. Was between Diana Ross and Tina Turner at the time of Ike. Certainly not Diana had the afro, but it was as if Diana was coming and that "Wednesday, I had to park three blocks from the Palace of Events and just when I got out I dropped the can of water."

Another issue were the dancers. I will not mess with her dancing, because the truth is a miracle that I will jump the little plane, so anyone who can do the Macarena in my eyes has talent. What if it is sometimes even cruel as the dress, let alone little children dressed as angels dancing next to a reguettoneros, which he did not have my glasses at that time did not know if they were Chinese and Nacho.

Eye, I have nothing against reguetton. I have no such complex is not music, nothing like that, but I have understood that the lyrics are like that, "today my bed smells of you, tuck Daddy, are her husband, she and I, I want to make you slow, Wisin likes to pull her by the hair, you're in a skirt and you look cool too ... the nuns at the convent, one tripea the Bacilon the letter, but there to make little angels with the rhythm that is used for dogs. I do not know. I dreamed last night shot with the horses of the Apocalypse.

Then came the animators. I told you that I love to imitate people, and I think my favorite imitation after Martha Colomina, is Maite Delgado. One day I want to do a duel with Norah Suarez, is a challenge, sure beats me, but would enjoy. The truth is that I'm a fan of Mayte.

some like some do not. I think it has gone far, is pretty, and she has charisma. Always invent something with a dress, sometimes gets prettier, others less so. It is a human. Botox has given, but not to the extent that when he saw her say "that lady has a toadfish adhered to the face." And she sang, danced musicals, shares the vulgarity, but her grip is the script and tells Jake:

- This is not going to put me. That either. This thing I will not sing. That point me change it. Okay, I put on Batol but all they say all is all my dresses are from Angel Sanchez.

And there you have it. Regia. Yesterday because she was regal. I liked it.

The not so lucky was ran with Viviana, at least in its first change. Although the truth, I like Mom I "standing ovation" You have to want it too, we must be tough to leave your house, catch a plane, stand in front of thousands of people, dressed, makeup, crying a month after giving birth.

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he / she has no children. A month are far from having recovered your figure before. There is an issue of skinny or fat, nothing is in place, is like one of those pillows balls. Hormones are crazy turns. It is impossible to sleep more than four hours, and if you get to spend four hours you wake up scared, "what happened to my buddy, why not order food?" If it was C-section may still have trouble and also the medical order of no weight, no exercise, is a major surgery. a month I gave birth I did not want to see my guardian angel. So Viviana has earned my respect.

who won it was not the rat hairdressing to put the Flemish faralaos throat to pecueca also embedded with bits of the solar plexus that you used Marelisa Gibson. He had no right. Then things changed and improved and at least looked much better. But somehow, the dress of black and white pieces. Vivi for next year, repeat this: less is more, less is more, while a more amorphous is, unless you invent. I tell you from experience.

Chiqui. The truth is that it is cheeky. I have very little to say. Maybe I did not put the clothes she used for the simple reason that I have no attributes. I love to have at least one. But what will. La Chiqui is among those women who, like Bradshaw Carrey says "are in the world to make us feel bad." The truth that woman is amazing. The most beautiful of all night, including all misses.

Then Boris. Boris Oh God. More than one would maracucho "But what sweetbread is this? A Rafael Crisostomo Molina did not bring the Miss Venezuela to the land of the Chinita to encourage you this duster. "The truth is that Boris is funny. His first words were "Please" with a tone, that makes the Pink Panther Rocky Balboa look like.

If I think it is ever lost luster. It was like, "well yes, Boris is here, but maybe we will speak again of the children of Viviana." At one point I felt like seeing Miss Venezuela Boris encourage or Twitter would be fun to watch him.

is little I can say about the psychedelic guayú gowns. You can search for similes, comparisons, examples. It was like exaggerating exaggeration and straining the limits of exaggeration. A real effort, not so much creativity but almost to honor the song "Let's tell lies, tra la la."

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That seemed more related to Soledad Bravo. Soledad is that if one day is released with electronic music, that's what you have to make. I thought it was a little ridicule Guayú issue, the day that gives them so Pemón Yanonami or that God has forgiven the sins first.

Lila sang with his daughters also dress them as indigenous. In any when they sang "one, little, two, little three little indians ..." One had a peacock on her dress and I felt kind of bad joke. The truth is that I expected something more lavish of Lila, and dancers colorinches floripondio belts do not know. The Primerísima Mirla had left mounted on an elephant.

Then he sang a Colombian, I can not remember the name. So I will be marking his performance. The poor. I had to have eaten the accordion, or swallowed fire, or spit Batol stones of the cheerleaders.

As for the misses, really gave me a lot of things. The show was of animators and designers of the dresses. It goes without saying much and is everywhere, the descriptions were absurd. As such it had a tepuy Miss Canaima in the garment, all who were between red and orange coral emulated, they were all one column, all were shining.

Then the questions. What happens is that one is unhappy. If they answer wrong questions like, "Miss Guarico, what you think of the Inter-American Human Rights System? Do you think the San José Pact should be revised?" So are a gross everybody falls on them.

So this year the thing took the other end. Viviana First, it is clear what are Misses, which are brutazas, that one is attacked, you are nervous, that millions, MILLIONS of people are watching the ... that they were released after questions like "How much love is necessary?" And "What kind of music do you like?" or worst of all "What profession would not exert a woman?" In addition, it seems the Chaman had said, look these are the questions, practice. Because no one thought the response. All and answered:

Music: Romantic.

Perfection: There.

Love: Own.

it not rather ask which of the numbers on your card you like best.

And finally Marelisa lacked Gibson threw a pie in the face. I think were very ungrateful to her. Yes, in the Miss Universe what happened happened, but she did the best he could and Miss Venezuela, deserved his last walk with his crown and his speech over, and not to come back from commercial, the chama and completing the parade and Boris arrived to ask what happened in the Miss Universe? Caught off guard, because the poor was red as a tomato. Marelisa Now, friend, you defend yourself, but draws chama malice, one tigra search made in public relations and prepare your answers yourself.

As for the coronation, there was little music of Venevision. There was a parade with tears. Until the bouquet of roses was piche. We saw the crowning of Miss World Venezuela, and the remaining 27 went to congratulate the winner. Missed that Maite said:

- Well, put the crown and I please get off the stage that the palace is leased to The Fifteen years ago David Alejandro Molina Barboza. "

The only face that was poster was Miss the Earth. The chick was about to cry, "More Miss Earth is your grandmother!"

the end, and to the throne was a ranch. Just as if they were going to deliver the crown someone had told Osmel. "Dude, we forgot the throne." "Faaackkkk! Grab that chair and blue tablecloths lining and sit there. Joaquin film that far. "

What I caught the end, was once again Chiqui, Maite, Vivi, Boris. Once again thanking the designers for their columns glittering once again talking about the children of Vivian, again speaking of the earth Zulia. Were the last image.

Oh no. The truth is not worth the vigilance. I dreamed of being Miss, I confess, when I put the earrings from my mom in the head. Carmen loved Victoria, Gilberto, not that it was the Radio City, but was something else. Were other times the Barbara Palacios and Pilin, really you could see the admiration for the Misses. Yesterday I felt that the Misses were few excuses, as if there will be respected and not liked.

I do not know. I was a tasteless. I did not like. Maybe it's like I'm getting old and can not stand. I think if the three cheerleaders were more beautiful, more stunning and marched over to the Misses, something not being done well.

now that what they do is die for Miss Chocozuela. God had been so good! We should join a group and throw it on You Tube. Should.

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"He fed me.."

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Good Morning, Please, Thank You Later

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does not much was in Automercado, I went to the butcher and entry, without notice to the butcher said, "Does ground beef?" He disappointed me and I smiled and replied: "Hello."

I said good morning, I asked my flesh, I took my package and left the chest beating market giving me mental.

"You're rude. You are the last straw. Where will you educated? How could you think talking to someone and not say first: Good morning. You think you're so educated, so read, so intellectual, because the intellectual is too big for you. Want to read a lot of Magic Mountain, so you should get is the Manual de Carreño. Rude. "

After spending the pain and bad mood I was thinking, definitely education, good manners, have given way to abuse and aggression. We forget something as basic as "Good morning.

remembered an incident at a pharmacy in the middle east of the City of Fury. I was about seven or eight months pregnant. With three things in hand I stand to make the checkout line, there were three people ahead of me.

In this case the store manager made a gesture with his hand, I smiled and said aloud, "Lady, come over here." Me belly was so heavy I did not mind the lady, beginning to walk and a man, between thirty and forty years is grinding me, almost pushing me and put me in front of the box he was opening the manager.

The manager says, "Lord, forgive, but first I want to meet the lady. "And I said. The guy answers "no buddy, I want to pay this first." The manager would insist, and I because I hate conflict and confrontation, and that day I felt more than usual Flower Power say: "Do not worry, to Treat It it, if one learns something with these bellies is to be patient. "

The dude paid at a rate thing left sock to Flash Gordon. He ran out without my face, no apology, not a tall tale style friend, is that I'm doing poo, I need this lomotil. "I wonder whether that be at any time of day have said, "Today I will jackknife to a pregnant chama, 1 point for me, 0 for her."

Sometimes it seems that how we live. We swore a living because we went first to a stoplight. There are people missing off the car and yell, "JA-Jaaaa me I've gone through three cars today, I win 3-0." Few people ask you step, I apologize if it would clog traffic lights, let alone what happens when you are leaving and looking for the shaman in the schools.

What can you learn a child whose father or mother stands in the middle of the road for him or her down? Simple, "the street is mine. I unemployment where I please. "And best of all," the back, then wait. "There is no worse hell than go through the vicinity of a school at certain times.

Parked cars blocked the street, man crossing like no one had taught them "look both ways, wait for cars coming and then not pass. If not, make a sign, waiting for that halt, and then dried. "

understand that it is not so easy. But to what extent we have to get the grip? How about to enter the place and even say good morning? I was reminded of that stage of the school, where we pounded the rules The Good Citizen, Good Listener, Good Speaker. Remember that if someone entered the room, all we had to stop and say in unison and very hard, "Bueeeeenoossss Díiaaaaaasssss."

What happened to this? He stayed on the road. With our sense of "otherness."

People love to say you can not do anything for the country because either I'm not political, I am an entrepreneur, or do not like the opposition, or do not like anyone , or I have no money, or I have no time or because I got tired of marching. All this may be very valid, but the truth is that sometimes one thinks things are impossible input to comply. So either you wash your hands with no remorse.

I have to do something mean to put a bit and behave better. Beginning with respect for others, then we have the authority to demand respect, and in turn we will respect. Nothing more contradictory than attacking someone because they treated you badly.

Frankly I'm sick of seeing old spoiled in supermarkets, they tell you that ordered the shelves, "Look millet, that does not get well." Unnerves me to see how people would bring a dish and is unable to say "thank you" or "give me a mineral water, PLEASE." People do not say this is the says "is that here they treat you like shit." "this country is that people are increasingly ugly and rude."

Ironically, as the superior thermal unit is created with the worst behavior. In the end, class and humility have nothing to do with education. I pains me to say, when I acted as incarnated so so rude.

Although we recognize that speech hurt aggressive and disrespectful we are pasting. Someone sold us the idea that being educated, conscious of others, is weak. Convinced us. Finally, if one is not polite, you go through many things but never brave and much less educated or intelligent.

The standard should be even a day without: "Good Morning, Please, Thank You Later."

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Confessions By Pera The 7 Dwarfs

Williams. It is with that name I'm signing some exercises in fiction. In this case Pera Williams decided to publish the version of the story of 7 Dwarfs Snow White. It is an exercise only. Of those that help stimulate creativity. Obviously not the invention of warm water. But that does not have invented does not mean that from time to time not worth trying.

Pera Williams collects the confessions of the 7 Dwarfs and their version of what happened in that place so far.

Dopey.

call me Dopey because people take me for a fool. By now I can do nothing do. It's like they say, breeding and lie down to sleep fame. Once you get labeled with something is almost impossible to get out. As if carrying a tattoo.

I've done the impossible by getting others to take into account dwarfs me otherwise. But it is complicated. I am the smallest and therefore I was always pampered, overprotected and even about scolded by the elders. I became sad. Silent. I built my inner world, although the outside I get much better than large ones.

Barely Snow White saw something told me there would be trouble. The big they sat before him instantly. Sure! Where else would you get a little woman who will do the housework? But I was clear that everything in life has its price. It was too good to be true. And as the saying when something seems too good to be true usually is.

Yet I admit. I am fond of her. He had a sweet voice, singing all the time, was given to animals and I think that pure souls are recognized for their relationship with animals.

She served us with apparent detachment, but after everything that happened I'm sure it was a way to vent a deep loneliness. She was wounded, helpless. Now I understand that this lack of luster in the eyes was emptied pain, betrayal and disappointment.

Who would have thought that sooner or later come to past collect the outstanding account and would take us ahead?

Indeed. One day a fairy, and poisoned Snow White. We tried to save her. Could not. But if he could kiss of a prince. It is conventional wisdom is right, checkbook kills lover, or in this case suitors, because even though we are a group of dwarves, are a great guy.

She kept her promise to take us with it. And we try, but we missed our home. Our work. The brilliance of the stones extracted, the singing of "Aiiihooooooo!" Every evening at the end of the day. That was what gave us life. In addition, sobrábamos in that castle. The prince was not at all comfortable with our habits and her pregnancy she became unpredictable. One day crying for the slightest comment, the next day laughing at a joke without grace.

Shortly after we returned to the cabin. Snow White ever visited us less. Something in her changed. As if the death of the old witch's grave had been a part of it. His innocence, or perhaps the rivalry needed throughout the story.

So Snow White became superficial. Would always wearing the latest fashions. Yet our stones promising villas and castles on journeys that we do together and a big house next to his palace that was going to build. None of that happened and I suddenly realized that the seven were as sad as that day when we thought we had lost. It was because in fact we had lost.

A day walking through the forest I met an old woodsman. He looked tired and dirty, and overwhelmed by life. I offered him some food and as I was stupid face began to talk to me, like my supposed stupidity were a guarantee that he would not repeat the confidence that I was doing.

- I was about to kill her, "I said. - I was asked to tear his heart, but could not. I had no strength. She was innocent. Instead, I killed a pig and gave that to the Queen as proof of the murder he sought. I forgave him of life. The saved. And yet. Still, I have been banished. He has made me one, when if you get to see me owes everything. That whiteness was once a reflection of purity that captivated me, now is the pallor of resentment.

I moved stunned ears. There was no doubt he was referring to Snow White. I blushed with rage and pain, which the woodcutter took as a clear sign of my incompetence to understand his words. But I understand everything very well.

Snow White we used to hide and eventually got her prince, the castle and happiness forever.

But life takes many turns and one way or another did not escape that had ripped out his heart. Never mind that the woodcutter has been delivered to the box body died of a wild pig, the soul that was in there was that of Snow White.

What happens at the end is you can not escape your destiny. The Snow White was killed, our stand alone.

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discarded the oral ingestion pathway (and thus, mastication and insalivación), it is important to think about the nutritional power that books have to fertilize internally. Through reading, we looked to other lives, explore unknown ways, making conversation and agree or disagree with the most bizarre, most honest, most despicable ... We travel to countries far away, remote, of which we had never heard, we can smile or mourn, worry to the extreme, as children rejoice; feel hungry or cold, loneliness know first hand or retrieve the value of friendship, we can partner to achieve a difficult goal to reach or isolated to purify our thoughts and find ourselves. Reading is the way we start the digestion of each book that falls into our hands, we are interested, then we read the story will interact with our understanding, our sensitivity to our cultural heritage, our views of life, when we're living when there is reading ... and all together, make possible a happy digestion and enable the book become really food for our imagination, our feelings, our ability to think, to shake our affection ...

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OPENED THE PATH.


One day, a calf went through a virgin forest to return to its pasture. Animal being irrational, opened a path winding, curvy, up and down hills.
The next day, a dog passing by used the same trail through the forest. Next came a sheep, a herd leader, who, seeing the open space and made his comrades to follow through there.
Later, men began using this path: coming and going, turned to the right, left, descended, deviating from obstacles, complaining and cursing, with good reason. But did nothing to create a new alternative.
After much use, the trail eventually become a long road where the poor animals are tired under heavy loads, forced to travel three hours a distance that could have been won in thirty minutes, if they had not followed the path opened by calf.
Many years passed and the road became the main street of a village and then in the main street of a city. Everyone complained about traffic, because it was the worst possible way.

Meanwhile, the wise old wood laughed, seeing that men tend to follow like blind the path is already open, without asking ever if it is the best choice.