tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91476232011-04-21T20:14:37.633-07:00Mayanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11069616345252660805noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9147623.post-1100399720752322262004-11-13T18:13:00.000-08:002004-11-13T18:35:35.136-08:00<span style="font-family:arial;">Good the last two years have been the most difficult of my life and that exactly November 9 my grandfather died and with the he passed it me very well and was a very hard blow in my life and now each time that think about the I look sad and there are times that to I begin to cry. </span> <br /><span style="font-family:arial;">What I do in the I gave is to fix my room or to remodel it, to dance, to listen music, to speak for telephone with my friends and to drink wine. </span> <br /><span style="font-family:arial;">When I dance in my house I have to dance enclosed in a room or when nobody sees me not itself because if in the school I dance and it does not matter to me if someone sees i, also me he like to be locked in my room or where he there be nobody when I speak for telephone because all the family itself entire of the gossips and walks them telling everyone.</span> <br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span> <br /><span style="font-family:arial;"></span> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9147623-110039972075232226?l=mayani.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mayanihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11069616345252660805noreply@blogger.com3