Thursday, April 22, 2010

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Say you do not forget

We we seriecitos. Because there are asides in history to hit and teach, and is something that not only we are obligated to understand as individuals but as a country. Take it easy, the next cherry is cachaciento style of life xD, but now with your permisito, a quiet moment to reflect my fellow citizens and countrymen. I said!

126 days that summer

Seventeen December. A day like today does little more than thirteen years. Eight and nineteen of the night and in Lima does not feel other than the heat caused by the inevitable onset of summer. A minute later and then the heat inferniza exclusive San Isidro district. Fourteen individuals bandied about as weapons burst into the garden of the Japanese ambassador's residence in the capital, they closed the Emperor's birthday celebration and disrupt the buffet of tempura, sashimi and sushi. Between their shouts and threats require the approximately seven hundred people who are in the house to lie on the ground, have been taken hostage.

seems the argument of an action movie, but it was as real as the fear that ran through all who experienced it firsthand. Sure, but nor were "any person." Two ministers, six congressmen, seven Supreme Court justices, seventeen ambassadors commanders of the armed forces and police, as well as prominent members of local and foreign entrepreneurs and as cherry pie, mother and two brothers of the president of the republic.

Nine of the night and the intersection of Thomas Edison and Barcelona had become a branch of Babel. Everyone was screaming first thing that occurred to him prey to despair of not knowing what to do. Police and bodyguards fired guest speakers from outside the phantom enemy, while many journalists came to the place as prisoners were inside the mansion. After the initial disorder, the entire nation-and boy crashed spectacularly, against the confirmation of something so far still seemed unreal: the MRTA was attributed the assault and demanded the release of all imprisoned members of their sole demand. "The MRTA?, Fujimori must have asked that night. Yep, that same subversive group that he and his hitherto efficient scrubbing Montesinos were responsible country in the face of its apparent elimination.

What happened next is history, repeated ad nauseam. The first night, two hostages managed to sneak out of the hands of the kidnappers, the boys were released to all the women and up to January 26, three hundred hostages were not used for terrorist purposes.

must be recognized that the then government did everything possible to find a tale ending to a crisis with a sense of gift that no one had thought to receive. While analyzing well, was not in itself that they had wanted to resolve by peaceful means, but were obliged to do so. Because almost half of the seventy-two hostages were last Nipponese, and the complex mother with the Nation of the Rising Sun (but would have to ask the same Albertito), the obstacle was clear: the Japanese hostages not risking a hair without a prior report to the empire.

But Fujimori (cunning as any), acting under the Pact of Toronto, the result of his meeting with Prime Minister Hashimoto in Canada in the middle of the crisis, and of course his big mouth closed, he found the time to use what had been planning since the day after the shooting, the military solution. Well, it worked, giving of course, a special mention to the hundred and forty commands that stunned the whole world with their courage and efficiency, shattering terrorist blackmail.

Since putting an end to the rescue of April 22 to one hundred twenty-six days in which Peru was a hostage whole, much has been said and played on this fact, and should not be an analyst to realize that they will continue talking it in the remainder of eternity. Today, that area of \u200b\u200bsix thousand two hundred twenty-three m2 (no more, no less), is on sale and get a daily bus to visit dozens of Japanese tourists, who are content to see that anything that can be seen from the bullet holes in its wooden doors. There she is, still and silent, as if he were not the thing, as the silent witness to a lesson in our history that should never happen.

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

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Let's see, raise your leg the godfather or godmother so far not been cops (a). I say to myself on my screen peeled the "yes" abound in sentimental resume. Let me out cachita, lero lero, by afford to make the kiss after . Prize for the knight or gentleman through testing, I then close its mouth. Let's see then see. I must confess

(Holy Mother) my dear parishioners (conceived without sin), I can not brag a great time to be part of the club's first paragraph. I have received more negative and that kissing and slapping each other accept and acknowledge for the first time in my little more than two decades of existence (shoulder this "little") that as one does not record the thing that starts to get upset ignored.

Ok, "upset" is not exactly the most accurate. Would always be a lie, or a half truth which is the same with a different skirt Jacinta. Not that I'm scratching to have rebounded with someone for the umpteenth time a couple of days, or crying in the corners trying to get the little souls in purgatory I explain the cause, motive, reason or circumstance why my unattractive, just I think that it is high time that I remove the virtues that I believe with all defects noted and put on the table, cheek to cheek to analyze and diagnose.

Those who know me (and many non-manya) I know that physically I love you enough, and willing enough to not be understood as the very hallucinate. I do not think of causing torticollis in the neck Lima to move this skinny little body for the capital's sidewalks. In my not looking at me with lustful eyes, no sir. I'm not sexy, leather, machoman or papirriqui, or show up in your catalog of SAGA, or you drive cigarillos and deodorants in the beach clubs. I am very normalito saying in a good Christian. Average size, pulling meztizo pa 'sound and sacred cholo, elkhorn, muscle mass and remix version of Sabina Felpudini, nearsighted (myopia in one eye astigmatism in the other, ta' that crazy), foot kid, bald olluco finger in the process. In other words, it is understood that I am not exactly who would be chosen to adorn the walls of a room teen or panels Southbound Pan American. The curious thing is that if born again, would be more than happy by choosing the same housing. Could it be that the love each other just as one is not exciting? I produce orgasms! The first grain

dared appear on my right cheek when he was 13 and on the radio broke Euphoria and Rossy War, but the peak of the invasion acneciana was 15 and 16. I was never ashamed. Well, we must not sacrifice themselves, there must have been one or two days where cursing my face look like Arequipa, but nothing beyond a mere tantrum. I did not stay locked in my house with the pileup full of toothpaste, or Asepxia bought as one buys lollipops, let alone deprived me of the chocolate, butter and flakes by greasy grilled chicken. When attempting to collude with a dermatologist to confront the enemy, he prescribed a cream to be applied before going to bed with Timothy, in total darkness and burning like hot pepper mask. The beauty costs say, not ones for me is too high a price.

arguably was the self-esteem shot harder than I would have played dodge, but I was so not even pose squad. I lived with it. What's more, they are still living because from time to time (but from time to time) is often demonstrated and it marks the time that battle scars are evident. Does anyone imagine the memory of puberty would keep if I was really worried about that? My nickname does not offend me, on the contrary (and seriously) I was funny and laughed out loud at what he said, which made it think twice before releasing another. Clear is that at that age if you upset someone and not be chopped, for as long joke that does not have.

is therefore clear that if we apply that "everything comes through the eyes" is not exactly come out my star on the forehead. Chesu, puchicana, we will see that inner beauty then. Well, not that it is the nicest type of planetary system, but I consider myself a good person and if the judge and jury I may commit a crime of arrogance, I boast to be quite honest.

me is that it's pretend that I have never been done very well. Let me acting chancay doomed to eat the rest of my life. I could not take an attitude just to please someone. "The nice thing is that you do not want to like you? Do you cool, straw, pulenta not that someone else will be interesting what the rest is just incomprehensible? If things do not so, then gentlemen, fuck love. I return to my recordkeeping X.

Well, beyond the sincerity the truth is that many points in my favor I have not. Chamba "? nola, "patience? unique, "to share? oh my God, "an acrobat in bed? eg no. " Another little half
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is that on reflection I've never "declared" (sending, launched you like me) in every sense of the term. My only four relationships (of the official course) were early rather weird, and other attempts without disney tale ending was not an express manifestation of feeling in any order. But as it seems I tend to be little more than obvious, the negatives have been more clear that my suggestions. I have said classics like "I am not you," or "do not deserve you" but if I have been amused by some as 1 .- "You are too good people, basically like someone more perverse " hello! I understand what perversion?. 2 .- "You're cute and smart, but baby, that does not eat" , ah manya, was it of seeking to keep them raw. 3 .- "but what do you prefer? "Try and fail, or continue building a friendship? " wow, how much consideration, I melt. 4 .- "lol, is a joke right?" yeah right, I still remember my face clown. 5 .- "You and me? Are you asshole?! " without comment.

The latest interest in the home, the latest acquisition (purchase?) On the last weekend just (scoop, chocherita warm) was what I like and do not usually come up so often: intelligence, fun, childish face, spontaneity and forth between us as a little God sends an ass. But as no doubt it is true that the custom ... did nothing but add a new phrase to the list, hang on this is good: "is not shit but you want to ..." ha! ah it's great.

Ok, ok big boys, I admit, I'm not exactly what you would call a good game. Not that this is the ideal guy, but it was the last "chote" which made me think why does not hurt to do so? Why not get depressed by not liking me?. Clearly a mystery over the Orinoco, but believe me it sucks or not feel bad if you know that you have rejected for being you. Am I clear? That is, it must be hallucinating fulminant like you struggle for the way you are avoiding to mold you to the lifestyle of of who you want. Is it worth it? you change your way of seeing things that most consider normal? Alter its physical "only because it is considered closer to the ideal? Do you pretty?, And what is even worse, would look bad to who is like you were before much change?

Yesterday I saw Julie and Julia (yes, new), and I was so identified with the second, with the way they take things and life, always ridiculously cheerful, not please everyone, but likes himself that is really important. It may not be pulled, perhaps even more good for those who just pulls and pulls the string without someone taking the other end, but I'm just crazy and cool as more than twenty years. How many can say the same?. Grasshopper walks, which said the old familiar refrain: the fate of the beautiful ugly ... give a damn. What?

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

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Wednesday, December 23, 2009

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It strikes me fly

There are days when, to quote Alex Lora, everything I do goes wrong and I do not know why. There are things I do on automatic, I pose other challenges and response plans should be immediate. Still, sometimes I get into an endless loop, similar to what came first: the chicken or the egg?

These loops make me feel like a dog chasing its tail, spinning in my own mental axis, plane until I realize the futility of the chase, and then again to start over. These loops finish before going to sleep, having spent several cycles during the day, until I get inspired and think 'that dude, if I can do ... "and unwind the loop. Well

and walked in recently, quasi-practicing Zen meditation as I applied a monitor tan (not including making a wallpaper with sun, sand and palm trees, staring at the screen). My meditation was to track inventory to determine why everything was going directito to hell, trying to atone for some sins, practicing amnesia and noticing that my ability to empathize was at historic lows. The conclusion was clear: just because I needed a dog urinate.

That's how he got a fly to collide. The hell! Why is it so hard to kill a fly? Mosquitoes bite you at least, make you bump, you itch, you scratch, you bled to death ... but then return to the scene of the crime, to lie one more sip of sangrita and mothers! crush it mercilessly. But a fly is shocking in nature, and you just get buzzing in my ear, fuck you, leave your shit and go back for their eggs. Fly strobe

came fanning his many looks, and no more, stood in my artificial beach 19. "
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- Would not you like to include as a column in The Fly in the network of "It strikes me? HGM

Uta! I almost fell off my chair, I carved my eyes, the checked the photo and the sender. If you bastard, just invited me to fly. It educated me, gave me culture, counterculture, and I saw death in his edition giant. He recently revived, with a reunion of his old collaborators older, new ones is not so new.

The "surprise me", which was once my blog autobiography and who now lay deep in my tape. I responded immediately, with immediate lelez characteristic "woooow! Hugo course, I almost fell to read your message. The following messages were to formalize everything.

This blog is moving house in search of new directions, with several Vergil to guide me on the trip. Today chocantería is renewed. See you in www.lamosca.com.mx

Ricardo Rivera