Official Start Time: 1:00 a.m.
Date: 4/28/09
Official End TIme: 1:30 a.m.
So, I guess it would only be practical to explain why I hate these things.
Like most hated items, there origin dates back to our childhood. For me, ceramics were a big thing in my childhood. My mom had one to many of them. Our entire living room was covered in them and it drove me mad. Reason being, they inhibited my childhood experience. These little porcelain dolls and dollar store goodies kept me from running free in my house and always served as a reminder of my mothers authority.
If anything every happened to them, I knew it would be my head. The biggest things that bothered me about them was that they served no purpose; they just stood there. Stood in the way of my cries for freedom and everything else that kids should be aloud to do.
Dirty clothes are no better in this pile of hate. For me dirty clothes have always disgusted me; they represent misery and poverty. I'm a pretty optimistic person, but dirty clothes just way me down. They prove that no matter how high you rise, you will always have a dirty trail following you behind.
Furthermore, dirty clothes have always represented an obstacle for me. I always felt bad wearing dirty clothes and worried others would make fun of me because of it. In retrospect, your clothes should define who you are nor should they be a factor that decides what kind of person you are. I guess it's just one of those things.
Finally, telenovelas (or soperas) are is the last things I can't stand. I understand that they're based on a novel written by some brilliant author but really the story gets old. Each televnovela has the same hero, damsel in distress, bad guy/girl, and setting that makes no sense. How are viewers post to connect with millionaire damsels in distress who can't get over a man who could care less if they were dead or alive. Probably the must frustrating thing is how they drag out the story. They take something as simple as a person being hit by a car that would typically take 2 episodes to talk about and turn into 6. Why? I don't know.
The list believe or not ends here. I'm really not that picky of a guy. I've learned to live through tough times and tough experiences. I'm pretty solid, like a rock. Just those things, oh, how they wither my away at my soul.
Sincerely, Hector Guzman
Date: 4/28/09
Official End TIme: 1:30 a.m.
So, I guess it would only be practical to explain why I hate these things.
Like most hated items, there origin dates back to our childhood. For me, ceramics were a big thing in my childhood. My mom had one to many of them. Our entire living room was covered in them and it drove me mad. Reason being, they inhibited my childhood experience. These little porcelain dolls and dollar store goodies kept me from running free in my house and always served as a reminder of my mothers authority.
If anything every happened to them, I knew it would be my head. The biggest things that bothered me about them was that they served no purpose; they just stood there. Stood in the way of my cries for freedom and everything else that kids should be aloud to do.
Dirty clothes are no better in this pile of hate. For me dirty clothes have always disgusted me; they represent misery and poverty. I'm a pretty optimistic person, but dirty clothes just way me down. They prove that no matter how high you rise, you will always have a dirty trail following you behind.
Furthermore, dirty clothes have always represented an obstacle for me. I always felt bad wearing dirty clothes and worried others would make fun of me because of it. In retrospect, your clothes should define who you are nor should they be a factor that decides what kind of person you are. I guess it's just one of those things.
Finally, telenovelas (or soperas) are is the last things I can't stand. I understand that they're based on a novel written by some brilliant author but really the story gets old. Each televnovela has the same hero, damsel in distress, bad guy/girl, and setting that makes no sense. How are viewers post to connect with millionaire damsels in distress who can't get over a man who could care less if they were dead or alive. Probably the must frustrating thing is how they drag out the story. They take something as simple as a person being hit by a car that would typically take 2 episodes to talk about and turn into 6. Why? I don't know.
The list believe or not ends here. I'm really not that picky of a guy. I've learned to live through tough times and tough experiences. I'm pretty solid, like a rock. Just those things, oh, how they wither my away at my soul.
Sincerely, Hector Guzman
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