I Am Allergic To Deoderants

One thing I learned over time, has to know my ego and my pride, not always well placed elsewhere. Those

know me will know I like to write.

Although everything I've never necessarily been started over.

In fact the taste of writing does not date from my childhood. This has never really been a passion, what I liked was clearly drawn.

My first writing experience was a project done with my class of CE2. We had allotted an hour of our schedule on Friday, writing collective.

class, we invented a story, then we rewrite with our words in our day notebook. It should also furnish my hands on it to reread the story of "Friday and fragrant white wood.

History tells the story of Friday (so named because they wrote her story every Friday) a small pitching (animal was found Reunion and resembling a hedgehog) for which I do not know why she would find a tree scented white (tree endemic Reunion sees of disappearance was the subject of a campaign to save at the time) to have a piece I think. It seems to me that it was to save a friend or something like that via a potion or something like that ... I must find my notebook ...

Anyway, besides inventing a story, I was asked to make drawings with illustrations of other students who had nice drawings. So, I'll admit that I had really liked this part because the colors were to be made in ink. A pleasure for me to learn this technique that I loved, knowing also that the drawings would be used to illustrate the story in a book. Too bad that only our teacher took the book, which was successful from vague memory I have.

short, he then spent time before I knew it ... I loved writing

even after several years, because even if the experience had really liked my " ; passion "of the design was much stronger, but forgot that writing was my chore during this period. And yes, spelling and grammar was chronic, I'm hopeless for ages and as you will not realize was better today loool.

Anyway, you'll wonder what connection with the pride and ego thing ... in fact, difficult to see indeed. Well when I started to want to write new stories coming out of my imagination, there was a time when I wanted to tell one of my dreams. I then started to write the story on a sheet and left it on my desk. It was my mistake! For " nanou "Who was with me the next day he read in my back while telling me she liked me and proposing an end to any fact not contrary to what was normally expected. Then I felt anger in me monstrous to see the little respect you gave me, YES! I'm having written the beginning of this story, but I did not accept that we read it without my permission and more importantly they give me ideas for the "end of my dream "... So, you can not finish writing the story to each When I tried that irritates me, I ended up putting the sheet into a ball towards the trash.

One reason why I have not finished a lot of my stories is called " Mom," my mother s i discreet, so nice and does not delve at all into my business, was dirty habit of reading everything that I leave on MY office. His big game was the time to read and highlight all the errors ... Thank dear mother for this wonderful and rewarding attention to me disgusted for years write anything . Of course, once I arrived and found my sheet gently corrected, I was completely disgusted by the lack of privacy result sheet torn garbage management.

So, I learned not to leave anything lying around that I do not want my mother to read. (By the way not ever send me a postcard without having put forward in an envelope, my mother made me read a play aloud what is written on the data before I saw that it was she who takes e vv)

A lot of my writing ended up in the trash like that. So, I grabbed the dirty habit of never finishing what I started to write. Only recently when I force myself to finish things if I have a deadline that motivates me, otherwise, I'm so dragging that I believe that I certainly never would eventually do.

This is unfortunate ... I would love to finish some of my projects and find the courage to do so.

My God I'm lazy!

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words ... "What is amusing is to think back then"

"In fact, whatever I do, I do not ever take no pleasure"
"What is amusing is to think back ensu ite"
Akira and Nobuta in Nobuta wo Produce episode 03.

One of my latest passions are those dramas. If you know Nobuta no Produce then perhaps this passage remind you of memories. Although I rarely get to watch (lack of time for the chopper lol) I like to see from time to time. Show me the rediff'''About Me' when I'm bored, or that I feel envy.

Yesterday I redid a few episodes of Nobuta and it hit me. Maybe because I'm pretty nostalgic right now or may be simply because I find the scope of this passage and thinking so true, I can hardly tell.

But I think it fits perfectly with the spirit of what LJ did, with my current spirit in the end.

It goes without saying, that I sometimes enjoy doing things at this time, but I realized in retrospect that 's always the "good time" when serious rethinking.

When I was little, a lot of activity parraissait me trite, dull, not terrible frankly not fun sometimes see on the spot. But now when I look back, I tell myself that eventually I enjoyed myself, what I did was fun, it was really good.

I remember when I was in elementary school, we have the afternoon activities. I remember we groaned a lot because the proposed activities do not particularly attracted us, but ultimately it ends up making wonderful memories.

One recurring theme was that was enough to prepare the annual fair. At the time it seemed really "boring" especially when we were preparing the sets, costumes, script, rehearsals and all when we did a show, or else find ideas for every class was involved with a class project, not forgotten the overall participation in organizations stands recurring.

The worst you see ... is that I miss the festivals. lol
is obsolete, schools are no longer or very rarely.

Cut catalog pages into confetti and put them in paper bags, newspaper, finally XD was fun especially since we could chat among ourselves.
Finally, I was more the type to listen lol. I have always been rather reserved, not very locasse (well at the time, because now I am a real piplette with people with whom I feel good). The kind to watch other fun to run and scream, sitting by the supervisor, instead of going to run and scream with them.
Just by cowardice especially when the yelling and running and a classmate who had a "small accident " to the bathroom (toilet in Turkish at the time, what I love not this stuff lol) and his slipper to slip in inadvertently "d are things we like to have in his shoes" and enjoys running behind all the girls smack hand XD. loooool Sacred Yohan, I wonder what it becomes! He has done things in this school before having to leave because of relocation.

Returning to the festivals, all that seemed cespréparations chore eventually became fun memories, memories that I miss.
I always say that the school year that marked me the most is that my CC2. The show which was also at the same time lol
It was to sing the song Bananounou of HUBERT HESS (a local children's singer) loool

The lyrics of the song for your pure pleasure lol ( Yes I kept my books of songs / poetry of the time):

Chorus
Bananounou, bananounou, bananounou, bananounou ♪ ♫ (Repeat)
Tell us, tell us all, all the crazy exploits Bananounou ♪ ♫ (ca) *



The Did you Bananounou
Decided that night, he
buckling, his two suitcases
To go discover China.
Unfortunately, it was dark,
Bananounou saw nothing.
He found himself stupidly
In his garden salads.



* Chorus *



Bananounou for vacation
Wanted from among cowboys.
He bought a fine horse,
A hat and a pistol.
But he fell from his mount,
shot himself in the foot.
he spent his holidays in bed
In the hospital in her neighborhood.



* Chorus *


Bananounou cinema
Saw a movie with Tarzan
When he arrived home,
He began pushed his cry.
He hung a drastic ceiling
sprang from the top of the cabinet
But as he had too much momentum
It attérit in the bathtub.

chorus

So by CE2 for the fair, we were singing this song on stage lol
Yes, yes you read it on a podium in front of everyone XD sing THAT song . And besides, in a fit of perfectionism Y'avait choreography lol xDDDDD
And I take the front: I can not remember, so no I can not make : p

Y'avait also three gignoles class Bananounou disguised for the occasion which was illustrated history of each verse. In short, we had to make a scene, more costumes for Bananounou and accessories bah yes had salads, suitcases and everything lol. The scenery is composed among others of a tree five feet is a roll of paper (toilet paper towels ....) empty. Glue and glued together and reinforced with paper mache, painted and decorated with green crepe paper sheet for decoration XD. It took almost a month and a half to do it.

Anyway, at least one thing is sure, try to sing this song with three gignoles who are too stupid stuff in front of you is not easy, especially when you're rather inclined to laugh at you twist has sung lol.

I remember at the time, I could not find the atmosphere great, you know the atmosphere we see in movies in the festivals, and go well in a real festivals it has nothing to do you feel it's completely boring, poorly done. But in retrospect, it was fun, play chambouletout, making cakes to sell at the fair, making the cones of confetti, which are then sold or given as a gift as a prize for the fishing line.
True, there's not this side of "proffessional". It's pure D system, real life with twisted pieces of bamboo all with a piece of fishing son attached to the end, a small hook and not necessarily intended to lol or empty cans decorated games. short stuff with nothing very exciting but that is next to non-professional who takes all his charm to my eyes today, yes, because just as ugly as it could be, well it was still because of our hands. And this value is now in my eyes it is priceless.

Nobuta is right, we rarely appreciate things just as they did. But the most fun is when you look back later.

's all for this time, after a next time;)