Even this morning at 10, with the radio keeps me company, I try to write the second post, the parrots in the living room break boxes as always, the weather outside is gloomy and then decide whether to go for a ride market.
Last night, after having replaced a part of the cabinet, at a quarter past eleven I started to see the paintings and ended up by chance, and with much curiosity about "Little Miss America" \u200b\u200b: I seen some advertising and I was curious to see how far some Americans. The program, according to me is shocking, both for the idea in itself to pick up a small creature on stage to be judged, but even more are those mothers, fat and depressed that they play with their children as if they were dolls. It starts with the artificial tanning ("baby, can not be so white mica ..."), then move on to false eyelashes, wigs on the rivers of lacquer (natural hair because they do not win the cup ...) to trick super top model, not to mention the clothes (the first parade, then the girl from American, then in a bikini) and small must also be able to show personality making gestures and movements typical of our papers, always guided by their mothers that reminiscent of the moves off the stage. Shocked and in disbelief I wonder what drives certain people to use their children to do what they wanted to do twenty years earlier, before eating chicken mac 400, 250 cheeseburger, 130 liters of coca-cola and 40 happy meal ...
Across the world, Sofoora with his little Iba, will live for seven months in Male, where he will attend a refresher course that will improve its method of teaching. "No holidays" told me yesterday on the phone, "November 'annan Keyodhoo" and I do not want to think about my vacation in Keyodhoo without them ...
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