Optimal solution

Could you name it better? 'Optimal solution' is the name of this photograph.

Photographer is Meppol (meppol.deviantart.com), from Italy. I knew her surfing on deviantart -the best art resources webpage on the net- some two years ago, and inmediatly I became a fan. This photo reflects all her style: simple things interpreted graphically with witty solutions, even with tender and child soul. Another photo of her shows a paper napkin boat with animal shaped cookies on it. She calls it 'Noah's Arc'. Cute, isn't?

This photo reminds that cheating, sometimes, is the better solution to a complicated problem. Time is gold, and problems are to be solved. You need to be in know about it if you want to be an efficient public manager.

I upload some photos to this webpage too, but I don't gonna tell you my nick or my address. My photos are horribles if you compare them with the 'real photographers' media. I'm an amateur.

What do you think about 'optimal solution'? It's a good solution? Or it isn't important if you get a great photograph?

My most precious posession is my jacket. Yes, that jacket I bring to the university every day. (And obviously I wear today.)

It must be the only jacket that could keep you warm when it's cold and cool when it's hot. Yes! This jacket does that! It must be something about the material that it is made of, cuz you can walk under the warmest sun and feel cool as a moorish refreshing themselves with their sweat on the desert. It is ideal to support unstable temperature in the classrooms. ;)

I have it around eight or nine months ago. I looked it in a department store, and I love it inmediately. It's original price was around one houndred thousand pesos, but it has a big sign of "60% discount". I'm not a man whom drives crazy with sales, but isn't necessary to be a genius to understand that was a bargain. And (destiny chance) my pocket was full of money: I were just paided in my job and my wage brings with the "Fiestas patrias" bonus. My birthday was near, and I think someone could give it to me if I asked for, but I fell for it. And bought it, of course.

My last vacations were long, long, long time ago. You know I ever cry about my job. Ok, my worker life don't let me take vacations. Vacations at university: more hours at work. Vacations at work: exams week at university. But I take a weekend vacation in 2007. (Yes, I'm crying.) ='(

It was during Christmas-New year holidays. Some university pals and me went to Lucho's house in Viña del Mar. Who's Lucho? He's whom 'sambea' in table football since ever I can remember. Long hair boy which scream "ñe!" when makes a mistake. Whatever, we enjoy the end of Cultural Carnivals in Valparaíso and go to beach at morning. Also drink every night, of course. (But we're young. Boring and frustration don't diminished our mambo spirit yet.)

Why I never will forget it? Because at that time I was just starting my relationship with my girlfriend. And we're still together. But was at those vacations when we had our 1st break: she lost our return tickets and we missed our bus. I hated them. Both don't reach enough money to buy other tickets, our credit cards had no founds, and my father-in-law were to rescue us. He carry us to him house in Til-Til and give me money to return to Santiago. A nice way to know your in-laws. Isn't?

Weather was... nice. I think. I don't remember. Wasn't raining, I think. It was not important. I just remain pleasant memories: sand in my shorts, girls in bikini, sand in my shoes, lots of people dancing at streets, sand in my bag, public concerts, sand in my drink, nice days with my girl, sand in my food, trillion pictures with lots of confetti in the air, and sand everywhere!

Ufah! My best friend. That remember me than lots of time I don't see or call him.

His name is Cristian, and we don't talk now so usually as we like. He's studying and working like me, so our free times are minimal and we use it to recover some dream hours.

I knew him at the School. It was 2001. I had started my 1st grade at highschool in my all life school, glorious "Liceo San Pancho", and he was one of the newbies. The first day of class that year I put my bag on an aleatory chair, go out to wait the start of classes and when I back he was sitted at my side. Two days later we were driking at my house. (Past time, don't judge me now).

Two years later, life circumstances puts me as president in the Students Union of the school. Can you guess who was the vicepresident? Yeah, that's right. We were the worstest directory I can remember when we start, and the best when we left. We do the first manifestation with activities stop than ever were looked in our sector from the eighties. You need to think that I'm talking of the post-dictature south area of santiago: every people was accustomed to look troops of 'flaites' burning wheels on september eleven while drink and smoke 'pitos', and now there are almost thousand of boys screaming that wants his previous director cos the new one is breaking a 109 years tradition and academical spirit. Yes, it was aforegoing the 'revolución pingüina'. Two years before. At that time a coordinated ACES was a dream in two or three heads, still in diapers.

So, why is that? Well, he was the visionary that looks it was possible. He never knew it, cos his idea was to left some days of school, but later we take it serious and he leads the manifestations while I were in reunion with the directory of the society that controls our school. Finally they change the director for another from our school, with the legacy of the school spirit and lots of new good ideas. It might sound as the 'Yes, we can' from Obama. But it was what we were thinking that moment. Every moment we were Sparta and Atenas.

Even one of us have an idea and the other one follow. And even he is the most entusiastic. He's full of energy, something I ever envy from him. But I know that he likes to have a little bit of my brain. Especially now, sometimes calls me to help himwith some work in his journalism school. 'Bring me a hand, I want to vaunt' told me. And if I can even help him. Some knowledges about political science are appreciated between journalists.

But obviously there are thing I hate about him. He everytime try to strip my girls!

Hi, I'm Pablo, and this is my blog for the english class. I could bet than most of you don't know if I am a 'mechón' like you or if I go in a higher grade. OK, I tell you the story:

Yes, I was already a rookie. It was in 2006, and at that time I was 19 years old. I was the same expectations than you must have now: the most prestigious university in Chile, academical excellence, and a long list that makes you think you're the best. And I really was. But I never anticipate the big crash at second semester: Mate II. A three meters wall with Fonseca as Last Name and full of limits, derivatives and integrals that makes me collide with a hard reality at the third attempt: the obligation to resign. And the most frustrating was that in all other classes went great. Well, maybe not, but it was not undignified.

Give in account that I lose two years. Three with the fallow year of introspection and work. (And lots of mambo, of course). I should go in my 4th grade, but now I'm starting everything again. What do you think about that?