My Reflection Jack Frost

unlucky day and his birthday

all started this morning when I woke up unusually hungover. How can I raise hungover on a Monday? Well, very simple, a party paid for by the university where I took the opportunity to inflate them to eat like crazy.

is more, hardly drank not a drop. I put purple on the basis of sushi, sashimi, takoyakis tons of chicken rebozaditos (mother of mine who are good), and strange meat cut such as a stiff (do not know, but something tells me they do so because they have too much of that product), but are of a kind .... in order that for dessert ..... we were waiting for the very famous Budo (Japanese grapes sea of \u200b\u200bfaces and just as tasty), but this time replaced by a cone (which according to the Mexicans are a quarter the size a normal pineapple from Mexico, which should be huge in size so they say).

Anyway, the party continued at the home of a colleague ... and the police coming over the laughter and more laughter was going to leave knowing that a student party in which we are dedicated to dance as if possessed (which laughs!)

the fact is that this morning ... for I have risen to unusually time. I have gotten into the shower, but not before ....

what is most refreshing and stress that can be done in the morning? Indeed! Make use of the toilet stool doing more, ie, "shit as God commands." With such bad luck that in the middle operation almost fell to the floor because I had broken the toilet seat in two pieces. This happens to me just today. Now my problem is that without the cap or shit (and touch the toilet with her ass ... it is very cold), the other possibility is to make the body with the lid on and the horn broken trailer (I have tried and although a little shaky, if one does not move, you can get good, well if you move enough, there's little chance of pinching one's ass between the two halves of a cover.)

Well, nothing happens, I shower and find that ... totally soaked my towel because I fell in the shower when I was washing my. Nothing happens, nothing. Because of this, it took me more than normal to dry, but even so I could leave home with enough time left to go to class. That if I did not find the keys to the bike, so I was exposed to me my bike stolen .... but this is Japan, right?

Surprise! Undies today is strangely hard to think that more (and not because I'm hungover) but because they break very badly lately. But this time to thank so ... slow .... you have the hardest test of all the years in your hands. Obviously I'm going to stay, especially because I took the dictionary (that's not a hair cut myself) to understand what they asked me to do, to what my teacher told me I could not so, with what my response was immediate: "Kore wa

shiken or desu kara wakaru (But I need to understand the question of the exercise!)
Dame desu (It is forbidden in Japanese)
-Ok, watashi wa Soredemo shiken or owatta. (OK, so I finished the exam)

And without thinking twice I give the exam half done, resulting in the teacher's face blown away, and not only ran well, but I took the books and I studied Japanese at my desk (I came to learn Japanese, not as I do try to do reviews that obviously I have no level do p0rque the problem is they do not explain where your mistakes, and assume that a learn by imitation).

Anyway, then and after then stellar (which at no time was besieged offended anyone, I already see it coming), I went to the store there to buy a skewer, with such bad luck as the Japanese have done almost all classes, not enough interesting things to eat. In fact, there was practically nothing. Bad luck?

the conversation focused on the earthquake that was Sunday , everything is by the way, and I heard it happened at dawn and was asleep, but told me there were a couple of shakes cool. In the news also put news of the earthquake that occurred in indoneia or so, but for which there was nothing in Japan. This means that earthquakes like the one that was here, are the most common and are horny.

classes ended and I came home for lunch, since it is now expected to have a video conference with Spain. The bad luck that I did when I was preparing for it, I put the food to heat (I thought), burn (I did myself), and minutes later a strange smell reached my nose. A humble grayish accompanied the odor. Ummmm .... go, this is .... EGGS!
Indeed, the eggs were left without water, but not only that, but they were charred, and the fact that if you put an egg to boil and forgets and runs out of water, they just exploiting (I say this because this has already happened to me once, and then to find all the chunks of egg ... it goes wrong.) The fact is that although aware of this fact, I prepared to take the saucepan with the head below the waist so that if it exploded, I did not catch up. The bad luck was that I did not realize that not only the eggs were charred, but the handle of the saucepan was as well. I burned it because I took it with a glove, but the problem was that I dropped eggs and the pan too. It's okay, I said, just a couple of eggs. I decided to cook a minipaella at full speed and when I tried to put the ingredients in the pan that he planned to use, bad luck was that the pan would spin on itself, and the contents fall to the ground ..

No problem, I thought. Concina I started something else, and this time it was a kind of roasted oniguiri, and the hustle that got a piece of toasted rice, I made the mistake of not moving with a spatula to loosen from pan, because they got it two things, first that I superpegase rice to pan, and second, that I came back to drop food on the floor. I ended up eating soup and rice crumbs, but as I was so hungry, I severely burned tongue.

Not only that, unusually today, my machine crashed, luckily I could not wash, because the bad luck led to I run out of detergent, and matches that caerseme food on clothes so often, it is but I do not have to wash clothes limpiay hand and smell the clothes to see what I can bring and what not (individual counseling, lava clothes sooner the better). I wash clothes, I've hung from the curtain rod, and looks that bad luck has done that has started dela curtain rod, on the floor (look that has to match to happen today.)

Not only that, but bad luck was to blame for a critical bug in my computer today, which I cut off communication with Spain at critical moments in a conversation (and not talking to my sister estaqba .) But bad luck was to blame for the Japanese book has landed him on the table without realizing that it was wet. And the bad luck has made this book will have a role that water bends and breaks down completely.

I forgot, I thought into bed, but is that going to get me, I found the towel in the morning in bed (yes, is that today I have not made the bed, which happens), and Now the bed is completely wet. Fortunately I sleep on the floor.

PS: And more things have happened to me that for my parents not to panic, I prefer not to comment, other than because I'm tired of writing (about the money, the walkman, the host, so the bike, ah ... and the bagpipe). I say, I I'm alive and not injured yet. Thank goodness! Auque ... I still have a bedtime. but ... What can happen?

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Jose

As always, I forget,
Jose's birthday, and as simpre ...
put something strange in your blog .... I guess.

Happy birthday, shorty. It is an honor to consider me your friend. Right? Are not we friends ?.... mmm ... ;)

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Piece surprise!

Today I was heading toward the dining hall, walking beside Irene and Arthur.

us gathered for the second time since the beginning of the year and was the last time was limited one hour ... We walked happily talking nonsense as usual, and just to get to the small plaza in front of the dining hall (a place where a lot of bicycles swirling since no parking fine), I found my partner Shakuhachi (traditional Japanese flute played in the club to which I belong).

Nakayima As I see this is how it is called, turns and heads toward me. I was waving from afar, holding that it was the first time we met in the year, and smiling happily to the nice person who was a few meters from me.

He smiled as usual, opened a folder where you have tucked his notes in Russian and English (grades those who attend regularly, and for its stunning good accent in English, I would say very good at), and comes with all respect me a folio-size photo paper in which he had printed a photo of two people. Looking at the photo
for a second I was like ... OK, very nice photo, and who are they?, but a second later I realized that that picture was much more than just a print.

The story would not make much more than himself, someone who delivers the picture to someone ... and it is amazing. Uaaaauuuu Could it be that I've been caught red-handed naked? Have you caught someone red-handed? Is the photo of a family member ?....

Actually, Nakayima never ceases to amaze. He is a man of some fifty-odd years, until just a couple, was the president nothing more and nothing less than a large paper company.

amazes me that not only decided to retire in advance to enjoy life (which strikes me tremendously with the Japanese mentality), I wonder who speaks English fluently even if their little Japanese accent have not used for a long time (because he studied in England), it amazes me that with fifty-odd long years, decides to get into college to learn English (or rather remember it, because I knew to speak and you've forgotten), and to learn Russian.

It amazes me to try playing the shakuhachi (started just a few months before), it amazes me that people want to know (given the nature so shy with these Japanese).

The fact that I like to hear what he says, because he always speaks in a relaxed atmosphere, laughing, and always from the experience of having succeeded in life, and therefore do not feel arrogant for nothing.

amazes me that despite the piece cool car you have, decide to come by train every day to school to feel like one more (and that if he used the car, it would take at least an hour less to reach your home.) It amazes me that Having just met, we've invited to have a beer at the bar of a friend, and you've done because I really felt comfortable with us. Even

amazes me that we have been invited to spend a day at home.

But what amazes me most is that I have taught this photo. This picture of two people. How would your hands? I can explain how you printed that photo just for me? How I can explain that this is what gave me?


Yes, that's me. The photo was taken over four years (all by the way, that's one of my favorite shirt, which by the way, not where it is). And next door ....

Years ago, when working with attending university for foreigners, I was asked a personal favor, to give a return to some kids who came to study English in Salamanca. I agreed without problems, I enjoyed it. But they warned me that I do not understand, because if and only spoke Japanese.

was a tour of the Tenri University. Yes, indeed, the place where I am right now. There on the tour, a "monk" that served as my translator and I discussed the issue of a grant which were preparing for a computer guy, but that personal issues could not come, and since I was studying computer ... Why not me I came to Japan for him?
And I said (and I remember it like it was yesterday):

-Man ... because I've never raised. The truth that I wanted to go to spend a year to Hong Kong. But Japan .... I can assert.

This, folks, is the beginning of my journey, the Begin of hope, a dream that has taken four years to complete. Why did I wait so long? I would say that fate, luck, things of life others would say.

The day after the tour, in the cafeteria of the university, several Japanese asked me to make a picture with them. I gladly accepted. Not who he is, I regret to say, but the faces of the Japanese I have now learned to distinguish them, and he ... with a few more years ... should be unrecognizable due to the strange fashion with Japan.

as Nakayima has not got this picture, but I liked it. Another big surprise in a man full of surprises. See the photo has been like a flashback to that time, to that city, to those friends, those problems ... today, remember this is a beautiful dream.

Anyway, years later and a few countries and cities in between ... here I am fulfilling that dream that I formed at that time. Thanks

wholeheartedly Nakayima. : D

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That is once

Hello, I am writing this because
I think there are things that do not clear especially my parents. After my last post, my mother qualified as "very sad", I make it clear that I DO NOT DEPRIMIDOOOO!
to see .. is that the day of kings at 9 am, I received a phone call (but Japanese can call this hour? actually, none), and of course, one that was dormidisimo tries to answer in a voice from beyond the grave ... .

eee .... -..... ..... mmm .... iii siiiiii ?.......
sky-hi, how are you? -...
mmm ... because as I'll be asleep!
-is that as the blog you wrote that so sad, we thought you were depressed.

see, there seems to be a misunderstanding not me ...
see, I'm HAPPY, HAPPY, (and do not draw a smile because it would be a bit much) because I managed against all odds to fulfill a dream, leaving my comfortable and easy life, work and friends in Spain, for a life which is more strange, uncertain and stressful. But ultimately it is because I choose, because choosing to pursue a dream, and brought me to Japan. Why I'll be sad? N0 I have reason to be sad. So far, I think I can not complain.

While this is not what I expected for reasons which I will breakdown in the blog, I should feel satisfied, because I scored a goal for many years, and now I'm satisfied. De m0do think that when me, think that I'm just far because I say, I'm not depressed never leave. Because although this is not exactly what I thought was, I knew that dreams are never exactly equal to reality. In fact, if they match reality, they are called "Deja-Vu", not dreams.

can never control all the parameters of an equation of life, so is life, but would be automatic.

The reason I have written a previous post as I did, was because they felt at that moment, I stopped for a moment I realized that day was where I lived, and that bothered me, because it was somehow forgotten where I come from, what is my home, and that hurts. But as my father says, that's part of being living far from home.

Frankly, what worries me is that I have fulfilled most of my goals I had set, and now I'm trying to find some new targets, and is costing me define them. But it's all a matter of time.

I also worry that long ago that not even talk to my friends in Spain, Finland, Italy, Lithuania, Germany, Bulgaria .... worries me to think that I have forgotten. The family is growing and I can not see it. And I do panic about food here (this yes that scares me.)

are many things that worry me, but I will be depressed. And above all, because to not be depressed, there is a very simple remedy, only I have to go out and see the girls jejejejeje

Come on, that you worry about anything.

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Yes, today is the day that we all expected little crazy.

ALL WAITING FOR ONE YEAR TODAY! More importande day of the year, much more even than our birthday, because today ... all receive gifts! Toys that we dream for months, can now get them.

have to see how things change today, if not that I received a mail from the university ...

"Let's see ... Sunday said that seven days invite us to a celebration of food offering to God of "Tenri Kyo" (Church of Tenri). It can be intersante see .... ummm ... "Seventh day Sunday ?.... Go! Today it is night kings!

So sad and true as the story, I knew today was that day so longed for a child.

My first meeting I remember like it was yesterday, was in kindergarten playing peers. Just get up an inch of ground, and suddenly they said something ... all screamed with joy, and found three people with beard with big belly that gave us candies were kings.

I remember that after giving us candy, one of them took me in her arms and gave me a kiss. The truth, that her eyes were the same color as someone he knew, and also enormous nose. When I landed, I remember that the shoes were the same as those of my father and told him.
that day when my father came home, he did it barefoot, because he said he had borrowed someone's shoes. I remember later rang the doorbell, and when we opened, there were the shoes.

Although this is how normal memory: On what you spent talking about what you would have them bring them in, what was your king's magician, the camels, your king is the best of all kings, I remembered how good it was that day for all the holidays your parents constantly reminded that "only the good kids" they were bringing things to the Magi .. ..

remember leaving the house always reserved parking lot next to the bullring for the ride could put their floats. I remember that was one of the few days of the year when almost everyone was smiling, and you always wondered if you had been good. It was our night, we were important, today's older looked after us more dearly than usual. All were aware that we had been dreaming about a thousand times the arrival to this day, and he must be perfect.

At 5 or 6 started the ride. Lots of police cars as advertised, bands, horses, teams of Roman and Moorish people carrying torches, and suddenly ... Suzuki giant red with a crown on the hood:
-Coming! That would just shout I remember being nervous.
-Melchooooor! I cried,
-Gaspaaaaaar! Others shouted
and Balthasar ... Who was King Belshazzar? Someone once told me that his king was baltasar, but I do not remember who.
the end, the coach got y. .. go, was the Prince Ali-binding, the messenger of the king. That disappointment! But it did not matter, they also shouted trying to call you so that you look up and say hello.
-Alíííííííí here arribaaaaaa (I remember going home to "the Twins and Angels house", always with a bunch of kids more)
and threw tons of candy ...
derrepente, a chariot of white color. The nerves were overflowing. There it was, was the first that used to be Melchor. I remember screaming like crazy so we looked up there.
-Melchooooooooorrr! (And all for joining our cries sounded highest yet) had to be able to hear us with the noise of the street. Screamed and yelled all we could ...
and suddenly ... turns his head, he sees us and greets us with his hand.
-Bieeennn! That illusion was useless these rumors that the Kings were the parents, there were, were really, I saw them.

the wake of your king, kept yelling for others to help their king looked if only for a split second as it had with your king. Gaspar, in his chariot, brown or green, and finally Baltasar (previously it was always a person smeared C0n bitumen, because years ago there were no people living in Gijón bold fortunately today and a san
a person of African origin but still touched me to see pages that were people painted with bitumen, hahaha).

At the end of the ride, you expected to end, came the huge old trucks loaded with boxes of gifts. And all we said that the biggest box we could see, that was our gift, or one of them. I remember laughing fights to say ... nooooo, this is mine! And behind the trucks, fire closed the ride. Uauuuu, so firefighters will help ... helping to build the myth that the firefighter is the coolest profession had. I remember that firefighters broke my schemes, because I lived in a ninth floor, and knew that there were no stairs so high, at least that, so the magic of the Kings was something inexplicable.

Then, as finished the ride, you go home, and if there twisted roll of kings, wouldst before going to bed to sleep as soon as possible so that the kings arrived as quickly as possible.

Ah ... the twisted roll of kings, that mythical era. Always trying to eat as much as we could in order to find the gifts they kept inside. Even scolded us because we gave him around the roulade to try to find as soon as possible gifts ... once, I agree that we caught in the act to my father, looking for gifts ... to laugh, because my mother did not know whether or not Renage.

my first night I remember very clearly disappointed. My sister asked me to sleep with her that night, and we did. In the middle of the night I woke up a couple of times due to nerves. I heard voices of people in my living room, but went back to sleep again. In one of you, I woke up because I heard the very light of the door opening, but instead of waking up, I pretended to be asleep because I knew how they might react if the surprise kings. For the lashes I see my mother holding a package and leaving from our shoes.
All they had told me that kings were the parents, but I wanted to continue thinking that they were not, saying it just to make wildly, until after that day, I remember that was like Sime had started something at once, but did not hurt at all.

When a child loses its innocence? When do you know who or who is king? I believe that a child leaves when he loses the magic and illusion, and then one becomes an adult. This is not to have more or less responsibility, or be aware of what is happening, but to have hope in the simple things on a candy bar is the coolest gift in the world, or just a kiss can be best legacy of your parents, and of course my mom is the most beautiful woman in the world, and my father smarter or stronger in the world.

I think I've grown unfortunately. For me the night of kings and not what it was. Year after year, has been and continues to lose its magic, to reach that I did not even remember it was today.

I have no one else to leave gifts of kings. No shoes or slippers anyone else besides me in my house, and need not attempt to use stealth to move through the rooms of the house and leave gifts at the foot of the bed of others, because no one else is and I have only one room in my new home.

Last year I did the same, but what I did was save without opening the gift I sent my family for my birthday. And that night before getting into bed, placed it over my shoes just as they had made the famous wise men. Al despertame, picked up the book, read it, and then sat down to watch the candy bag of charcoal that my sister sent me a small basket of Christmas products. And I never opened it. I did not even months later when my parents asked me why I had not opened, I said I'd rather leave it. The truth is that I thought that if I opened that package, my last hope would go with him. He preferred to leave questions for the contents of the package despite clear reading "Coal Candy."

This year will lose a little bit of magic, because I have not even let me birthday at my feet. These yes, I have reserved the last figure of chocolate that I sent the family to this day. At least something good will to tomorrow, a little chocolate never hurts.

Tonight, I do not think I even put on shoes or slippers waiting for something. It is not going to be nothing. Why bother? Maybe they put together a console that I bought from my cousin, why do bundle (so if you can not find the second game and asked me if I have time to send today by mail), at least the Kings leave something for someone else.

no longer means the same, and may no longer means never something special. This year has been very strange, I just made Christmas to remember we were in the four light bulbs are installed next to the train station. A pity that I do not live near the train station. The night of Christmas Eve I've spent sitting in a supermarket parking lot drinking beer and arguing with the two Mexicans who are kings camel though they always say that a camel, to which they responded that they were going on a camel, horse and elephant. Already

Christmas means nothing to me, well, there are less people in town and you may have holiday. And the days of kings ... maybe I bring a gift a phone call from my house, who knows.

Take care much, that's the best gift you can give me.

PS: Today was a cat appeared ridiculously small for my deck, looks abandoned, because I was rummaging through my garbage and even frightened when I made noise to depart from the trash. I decided to give something to eat and drink, what the cat has agreed a bit surprised. Has eaten too fast so I feel that long ago does not. For half an hour he's sleeping on my terrace in front of a small saucer of milk. The truth is that it is pitch black except for a mustache hair that is white. I think I'm going to take, and I'll call "Caco". By the way, has come into my room and sat down at my feet. That nice. Well