miércoles, 22 de enero de 2014

Photo Scavenger Hunt

Love 
I think animals give love without thinking. They have unconditionally 
love and I know my pets will never stop loving me. 
 
Contemplation
This is my dog here. I was doing homework and I feel someone staring at me 
and I turned back and I saw the most sweetest looks in it's face. 
He was calm, just contemplating me. 

Warning!
I took this picture before I left Mexico. 
My sister with a fake jail card. 
The look in her face is priceless. 

Cold
What a best way to see it is cold outside when your car window is like this. 

Hot
After a hot shower, my mirror goes like this.
High point
I was thinking about tall things and I saw this jiraffe in my bedroom 
and I thought: why not?
Familiar 
  My country, my flag, my costumes. 
All are familiar to me. The life I left behind. 

Too much 
I was eating breakfast and after I took out my tamale of the 
microwave I found this. 
Too much delicious meat in this tamale that it is ripped. 

12 midnight
For me this means: Only one light and reading time in bed.
The end. 
For me it means getting on the airplane again and finish this crazy adventure
of exchange. The end of this other life in a year. 
Three
I don't like number 3. I don't know why so to represent this I took a picture
of the 3 beatles. Imagine only 3 beatles ,that is impossible. 
Get out three nobody likes you.
Electric
 I am so addicted to computer, ipod, electronic stuff in general. So sometimes I feel I have
this wire to conect myself to the computer. 
Sharp
This is my half of a necklace I have. Somebody has the other part. But it looks incomplete
and that sometimes is sharp for my feelings.

Red
What else than school colors? Red looks very poweful everywhere. 
Intimidating
Everytime I use my rotary blazer at school everybody look at me
like I am intimidating or something. Pins scared people.

New/Old 
When you grow older and older toys seem really old and like a memory
but for kids toys are always going to be new. 








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