Having fun with the Neighbors.

First of all, I have lived outside my house in 4 times so I think it's not enough to talk about the neighbors... Also, I think that to talk about a person that isn't present it's something highly disrespectful for the one who cannot comment anything.
I think I have a big trouble when being sociable is required. I try to respect my privacy, so I usually skip myself to put all my data in the same basket. So I'm known as "Two baskets man" (Look at "The Simpsons" for reference)

Sometimes to be friendly with neighbors isn't bad.

 I'm the kind of guy that thinks in being friendly and respectful with the people who meet. Sometimes, you receive the same care of those people who shares with you. Sometimes is a good idea to share, sometimes not... but you don't have to think too much about that. If you do something for good, just take care of avoid things that could be misinterpreted with people tied to their own desire/fate (married or engaged people).
It's hard when you are closer to a person who is engaged or married and the husband/significant other turns jealous at you...  In thoses cases I usually start to think "Well, I don't have guilt to be as attractive, smart, sexy... so whatever!, I didn't do anything... at least something that I could keep into my memory." :P
Actuallly, I consider that I know enough to share at a certain point... Sometimes, I feel that is equally the same  trouble to be sociable or an anti-social person.

Being sociable isn't something I used to be.
If someone say you something that bothers you.... take it from the person who said it to you and think to yourself... Does it that matter?

 In my point of view, I assume that a comment should be taken from the person who says it. Just think that most of people don't think too much about what they say, and sometimes there are a lot of people who need more information to make a good opinion.
 Currently my neighbors have been provided our family a good place to live. It's sort of quiet and most of the boys/girls on my age are my friends too.
 One of my neighbors is on birthday in December 25th. That picture is one that my friends took me during the celebration last year.

It's hard for me to say that I was with some friends there, but they were shy.

Summarizing, there's no reason to feel good or bad. Be yourself and do what you want. If somebody is making you feel odd, just let him/her be as you want to feel yourself.

Places I enjoy the most.

This is another kind of topic in which I don't have a clue about how to start...
Let's say that I'm the kind of person that enjoys to be trapped on my bedroom, because it's mine.

Cathedral. Santiago de Chile.
Central corridor. A legend says that demons are hidden behind the pillars.
Perhaps my personality has to be with the fact I played Church Organ behind a pillar.

On the contrary of anything you might think about me, I'm the kind of person that really enjoys to go outside towards a place I haven't visited before, so I really enjoy to take a bus to nowhere and try to return my house wherever I am. I really enjoy to walk around, so when I go around Step by step, you can notice every single detail that you mind simply skip just because you are being to fast to process everything.
I remember that when I was a kid (near 10 years old) and I practiced keyboard with my teacher, I usually spend most of my time playing SNES with my friends and alone. One day I went to one of my friend's house to play Super Mario 3, and I should have been stuck on the place as much as to haven't noticed what time it was. One of my my cousins went to seek me. He said me that my family was very worried about me, and I didn't care (as always), so we returned my home.
Once we came back, my family started to scold me about making them worry, and when I try to see at my cousin, he wasn't in the battlefield with me. He fled. Well, that happens when you don't know how to see the clock properly.

This kind of environment is the one I enjoy the most.
I think I would play a lot here without being tired.

In my personal opinion, there is a few landscapes more beautiful than a forest after the rain. Even the fragrance attached at the soft blow of wind that surrounds the forest is quite impresive.

Did I ever win something?

  Well, the topic of the subject says: "Write about an event, competition or tournament you won or did it well", and I have made my life without too much competitions, Due to that reason I don't remember any... except a small competition when I was a child.
   I was on elementary school, and it was august. In physical education class, teacher asked us to dance over stage to get score. It is hard to say that I was quite a good dancer and I was the kind of person that did everything except crafting class (which I'd really hate by that time); so when I started to practice with a beautiful classmate I had. I think I practiced two or three times with my classmate how to dance "Cueca". Also, my sister helped me sometimes, but it wasn't as good to practice with her as you might expect, because we were interrupted most of times in home, and that was certainly unpleassant.
   I don't have a bad performance, but I didn't respect the twice spins with the "8" form, so I've got the second place with a diploma... and a kiss of my partner in "Cueca", so I was happy for a month.(Now that I'm thinking about this, I wonder when was the last time I thought so simple to be happy) I don't have any photograph and that diploma is lost by the time my house was expanded(When I was on seventh grade)
   When you said competition, I had plenty of them in music. Some weeks ago I put a picture into another topic. It is usually to start a competition with other musician if you could learn by heart a melody, or make a certain one to sound it perfect.
    When I around fourth or fifth grade, my mother said me that I got lost on videogames, so she asked in the church for an activity for me and I was forced to play keyboard. My mother didn't think I overcome the second week... As always, I closed her big mouth(My mother never says that she has faith on me, but is the first one to say me that she has given me "moral support". Sure...), and I started to play keyboard. One day during one of my practices, the priest in charge of the church asked me to play a certain melody. I remember I played "Ave María" made by Bach/Gounod and I did it perfectly, respecting the times and the melody itself. Everything by heart. That was all the necessary for the priest to choose me as the first keyboard player in the church.
    The first time I did it with him, playing melodies together. It was funny. I kept playing the instrument around a decade. Then, I started with the university and I was fed up of catholic way of thinking(I didn't change my religion, but I'm not a good catholic). However, because of the church I could know some places, and play my music in churches as big as the Cathedrals (Santiago, San Bernardo, Valparaíso, and Concepción), and in big churches as "San Francisco de Asis" church. It is hard to play the pedals on a real church organ, but it is really great to notice that there are things that a normal man could not do.


    I hope that I could edit this to add a photograph when I find one.

Calling back some of my memories.

JULY 2015, after one of the teacher's march in Alameda,  on Rupanco's restroom bar
("Terremotos" are cheap and tasty) 

   When Paul asked us about writing some sort of essay about a significant memory... I thought on how much times I had the chance to have a picture for what is valuable for me. There were classmates or partners in the jobs I have done during this lifetime that I have never shot, so in that sense I appreciate the moment and company, rather than things reflected on photos. I hope not to die with Alzahimer anyway..
   Let me talk a little about myself to explain those photos. I chose three that have something to tell. The one on the upper part is a photograph that made me laugh a lot when we went with my colleagues to Rupanco's bar (It's close to "Cal y Canto" metro) during the time we attached to "Colegio de Profesores de Chile" activities. Actually, the only good thing that gave us, was a closer relationship between the staff.
  The following picture is one that I had during a perfomance on "Casa de la Cultura de La Cisterna". I have been related to the music from whence I was a child, but I think I do not want to talk about that now. I was the older person in the group who performed a list of short songs in that place, after eight-months trainning. I think that if you know how to play a musical instrument, you know also how to listen better certain sounds... However, nobody is perfect and I think there are certain English vowel sounds I mistake. Could you say who I am in the image?

"Casa de la cultura" La cisterna. December 2012.
Playing violin.

The last one made laugh for another kind of reason.
Well, to make the story short... I had a girlfriend during 3 years when I was in the High-school. We broke because I was a good-for-nothing just because I avoided to try to study anyting (I didn't study inmediately after High-school) and she wanted to become a doctor.  That year was very unmotivated and depressed during August, and I used to use a lot facebook until I change my name on it some years later. The thing was that she noticed it, and send me a silly message with this image attached.

Certificate that recognizes my might to have overcome the month of August.

The same year, she tried the "Prueba de Selección Universitaria" (first year on Chile) to get the career. She did not do it. She actually is a student of USACH on Nursery (Another turn on the wheel). I hope she will be fine, after all she was a nice girl and I have good memories about that time... Not as I like to comment them all; nevetheless, I think that when you do the things as good as you can, there is no regret even if it ends suddenly or as you do not want.

The power of the sound.

As an English teacher...

    I' ve always concluded that to listen sounds is one of the things that makes enjoyable your own life, rather than most of any assets you get, but to pronounce could be a pain in the...neck.
   To produce sounds perfectly and accuratedly is even hard for the speaker who lives inside the language. Get dizzy with this:a.k.a The Chaos
   Did you know it? I think you have already heard it at least once.
   To finish my article, I'd like to attach something a little less conversational. This guy has an incredible power of his voice. Personally, I'm kinda jealousy of his talent with his voice. Michael Winslow is a good example as a person who has oral proficiency. :P