It's never too late for ice-cream

My 2010 resolution was to be a better person , to always thank peolple for what they have done for me and to learn from my experiences.

2010 wasn't a great year but I still had great moments.

School Trip .

Stupid things with great people make life worth living.



Summer in London with Ngozi Allen




Weekend at Alejandro's house.


Nothing like a summer evening in a pool , playing tennis , COD or doing nothing at all.





Birthday

A normal afternoon with friends.






Anabel Ocaña - Isabel Bohorquez


Dancing my way out of misery.




Port Aventura






It's never too late to thank you.





Maria Isabel Sánchez -... for letting me be me where and whenever.

Angela Reyes - ... for calling me every Tuesday and asking me how my day was.


Abel Otero - ...for making me realise that some people do listen to the answers of their quiestions.


Javier Rodriguez - ... for never judging and for reminding me to ask how people are once in a while.


Paula Azuzena Amaya - ... for changing my day with big words and supporting me every day.


Claudio Tomi - ... for not forgetting and still talking as good friends.


Juan Rodriguez - ...for always smiling at my rubbish jokes.


Fernando Sánchez - ... for laughing with me.


Juan José Garcia - ... for making me laugh at our shit school.


Isabel Bohorquez - ... for being you.


Juan Montero - ... for waiting with me for the bus on a cold and windy day.


Maria Hermida - ... for never letting go.


Matilde Tercero - ... for giving me everything.


Alejandro Ramírez - ... for always helping no matter what.


Benjamin Oneti - ... for not always letting me have my way.


Adrian Mateo - ...for looking out for everyone , always.






Dreams are only dreams for people who can't be botherd to pursue them , to the rest they are reality. - S.Allen

You , you and you

It's just another day in my least normal life.

But this day is going to be about You .

You who brought me to this world .

You who looks after me .

You who I love and admire.

I thank you for teaching me , not to eat of a dirty table . To share , to not contradict ,

to be kind , to always look out for other people.

You've taught me not to be greedy . And ask only what I need.

I need , no more than I have . But you have always made sure I have much more than I need.

Sunday mornings = national portrait gallery , science or natural history museum ...

You are the only person I know and will ever know that will not eat for years if necessery just so my sister and I could stuff our faces.

You let me stay out late , travel the world by bus if I wanted to ...

I am grateful to have YOU as my mother .

And yes of course , I've said you're stupid and I get cross , and I say you shout alot .

But that's all part of you . And I wouldn't want you to change.

I love YOU , Ngozi loves you . And that's all that matters.

Infinitive tones of LOVE

Do you know what bored means ?

It means you have no imagination .

There is only one person on this earth that I know that says those words . My Dad.

You are the one that taught me how to play.

You are the one that taught me how to project , not shout.

I've spent seconds of my life next to you screaming MONEY BACK , at free things .

I remember when we'd cycle to your work , and I'd be ahead of you and feel really pleased with myself.But then suddenly you'd say "eat my dust" and cycle off really fast leaving me behind because Ngozi would catch up with you.

When I fell on my bike and I had a cut under my eye and we went to the hospital . At the waiting room a butcher came in with half his hand hanging on by a string of flesh and you said to me "that is what you eye looks like " and laughed.

Laughing at Ngozi's broken finger while the doctor moved it all over the place.

Whenever we'd make fun of a hideous outfit.

Or bet on the X - factor.

You'd always say that I ate too much Ice cream.

To always share .

To always drink water before we went out.

To pretend to be younger to go to theme parks.

I laugh every time I remember making you a herbal tea and adding milk .

You always laugh at my drawing just because they had a belly button , o had really big heads.

You always get amused by simple things , and yet you always find a way to explain the most elaborate .

With you I can , sing , hide , dance , fly , dream , seek ,learn , sleep, listen, succeed , anything I want.

You teach me how to listen and how to respect.

You have the biggest smile .

You listen with more than ears and you love with all your heart . Just like Nan .

I thank you for beeing you , becasue thanks to you I am Me.

Happy Birthday ! and infinitive tones of Love.

Sorry for making you have grey hairs . " I didn't have these until you two came along "

S.Allen

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London.
I suppose that when you are born somewhere part of you stays there , as if it were a thread that lead from your heart , so that you could always find your way back.An unbreakable thread.

Mine is in London.

I miss London , I miss kicking pidegeons out of my way.
I remember seeing tall green trees , greenish grey rivers , white swans and brown ducks.
I remember spring mornings coverd in coulourful flowers and long green grass.
I miss orange , red and yellow leaves on the pavement on an Autum evening.Wearing woolly scarves and hats.
Running with my red wellies in the rain , or jumpinjg into puddles.
Having snow fights with mys sister on the way to school.Double decker busses.
Sleeping with Ngozi on reallly cold nights.
I miss the open green spaces in the middle of a busy road.

Every time I go back to london I feel extremely happy.
The best thing about London isnt Big Ben's tower , the National Gallery , the Science museum or the London Eye.
For me it's the hidden places that you find when you miss your bus stop.It's the people , everyone minds their own buisness and dresses their own way.It's watching people get wet from you window.
It's laughing at people who get MS.
It's waking up and knowing I'm in London.
I'm London and London is Me.

Big Ben's Tower : wvs.topleftpixel.com/photos/big_ben_watched.jpg
Tower Bridge : http://haq.deviantart.com/art/london-flag-in-the-wind-98951495

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On Saturday morning around 7 o'clock, I was awakened by someone screaming.
He was a pale man, with big dark eyes and messy hair. In my head he looked like Serious Black, or at least as I had imagined him while I read the book.
He was wearing a plain grey long sleeved t-shirt a little darker at the top where the rain had wet him. A pair of dark jeans and truth be told I can't remember what his shoes were like.
But it wasn't his appearance that surprised me; it was what he was doing that did. He was standing in the rain screaming at the police, insulting them. Again and again he screamed out "There is no justice in this world".
He stood proud, with his dark messy hair high and crossed arms, as if he were ready for anything and scared of nothing.
There he stood, and then he had a meltdown. He started to whimper in silence as tears fell down his pale cheeks. Then suddenly he stopped, dried his tears and carried on just standing there, waiting.
Most people walked by and looked at him as if he were crazy, but truthfully what is crazy? Someone that stands up to what they think is right? Someone that claims to see or know what the rest of us don't?


He wasn't crazy. Not to me at least.

1/2 pint milk

So this is where you begin ...

Mi primera entrada la quería dedicar a las poquitas cosas que amo en la vida :

El helado , es uno de mis mayores vicios.

Mi cámara , echa las mejores fotos posibles ayudándome a capturar mis mejores recuerdos

Música , indescriptible

Y Yo .

I would like to dedicate my first blog to those little things I love in life :

Ice Cream , I think i'm addicted

My camera , captures my best moments

Music , undescribable

And Me.