I think I have become an workaholic (addicted to work) has led me to be more demanding with my time. I've become judgmental, quarrelsome, sour, stupid, "hyperkinetic, aerodynamic, electrostatic and nymphomaniac." (Jejeje. ultimate wish it were true, lol). I started to hate some things defenseless, such as Sunday and paid their guilt in my previous post. However, this time it's the Venezuelan television channel Venevision specifically that was my home for some time.
On Saturday I wanted to sleep a little earlier. My sleep-inducing therapy is to watch TV, or rather, not see, but remain nearly 30 minutes clicking frantically all control buttons without giving time to look at something on the screen until my stress level reaches a minimum. Having a wide range of options, to remember old times, I decided to stop at the Super Saturday program Sensational.
"This Saturday is very special," said tone Daniel Sarcos fictional, "as it celebrates the Festival of the Orchid", the show more balourd or hillbilly, I've seen in my life after the insults and histrionics Peruvian marital brawl in the ring are assembled from Laura America for taking a simple "chelas in a brood." Just enough to hear the hoarse voice of the rickety blonde screaming: I spent the lover or else That between the cuckold!, To turn it tremendous pain in the ass all against all, in the end to any public or innocent cameraman out with black eyes.
Yes folks, Orchid, our national flower vilified in a circus crap, which causes mental retardation in any regular viewer of this type of program and arouses the contempt of those who have four fingers in front. I imagine that the producer wanted to imitate the award of Festival de Viña del Mar in the elegant delivery of the torches and silver gulls, with the most ruthless groups in Latin America.
But it goes! This edition was barbarism. The orchid is the delivered to any bland wig stick with three cries, would stumble Charrasqueado reggaeton and cheese with a thunderbolt in one hand and a fork in the other. Where's the talent?, To the lions! This time a singer
vallenato dared to peel the maruto (read round scar left in the middle of the belly, after drying the umbilical cord) and expose your digestive system three-dimensional. I wonder: Will she felt sexy, Will did not know what to do on stage?, Will wanted to provoke collective revulsion and vomiting? Could it be that the parasites will be stirred?, Do something so daunting that I see, thanks to the Saturday evening.
also assume that a gas estupidecedor spread to hundreds of people clapped and chanted "orchid" nonstop. Passed groups, cliques, grupero and grupete, all took award under the armpits. Chino y Nacho , Calle Ciega, Tito El Bambino, jumped up and knelt down, kissed the floor, crossed, crossed themselves to the audience, cried, laughed (like every year) and released the usual nonsense of remembered Servando and Florentino : "This is not what I expected, I have no words to describe it, Thanks Dad, Ali, Ali, the sueñossss Alive ... thanks Mom, I love Venezuela, I carry within me, thank my fans, love them all ... blah, blah, blah. "
I think at 8 pm, there came a time when the public obstinately and more nobody would clap or yell ... then had no choice but to tease haughty, pardon the animator, to say: "Orchid bronze, two seconds," no longer flashing, it is silver, "" oh no! ... keeps flashing ", two seconds," Oh gentlemen ... is gold, and now finally moved to platinum and diamond "... All this without striking images of people pissed and whistling by the ridicule they were doing. The most pathetic show, decadent, tedious, impoverished and hilarious I've seen. It was for me a strange mixture of conflicting perceptions, the style of Arjona. "Help me Freud, I think I should go to a psychologist to explain to me why people pay pa 'These pods or why I had to get to see that shit too. The couch waiting for me. I can feel ...
That's how my Saturday ended and I felt insulted, I realized that some areas of the Venezuelan television do not respect their audience, they offer all bread and circuses, in exchange for ticket after ticket, I prefer to "Laura America "for his brash and brazen is sincere and I know that more than a Peruvian girl always going to be slapped and fucked up by their own" ziñorita Laura. "
I know. I'll write a novel instead of "Sunflowers for Lucia "will be called" Orchids for Laura ". I hope this weekend to change my therapy cause me stress and less traumatic to see something else on TV. I'm beginning to think I'm masochistic. definitely the couch waiting for me ... Ahhh ( sigh) When will free Playboy Chavez? ... I put my head on the pillow. Even the control in my hands, the power button lights up. I turn off the TV. ... I was in darkness at bedtime. I cover them. Zzzz
On Saturday I wanted to sleep a little earlier. My sleep-inducing therapy is to watch TV, or rather, not see, but remain nearly 30 minutes clicking frantically all control buttons without giving time to look at something on the screen until my stress level reaches a minimum. Having a wide range of options, to remember old times, I decided to stop at the Super Saturday program Sensational.
"This Saturday is very special," said tone Daniel Sarcos fictional, "as it celebrates the Festival of the Orchid", the show more balourd or hillbilly, I've seen in my life after the insults and histrionics Peruvian marital brawl in the ring are assembled from Laura America for taking a simple "chelas in a brood." Just enough to hear the hoarse voice of the rickety blonde screaming: I spent the lover or else That between the cuckold!, To turn it tremendous pain in the ass all against all, in the end to any public or innocent cameraman out with black eyes.
Yes folks, Orchid, our national flower vilified in a circus crap, which causes mental retardation in any regular viewer of this type of program and arouses the contempt of those who have four fingers in front. I imagine that the producer wanted to imitate the award of Festival de Viña del Mar in the elegant delivery of the torches and silver gulls, with the most ruthless groups in Latin America.
But it goes! This edition was barbarism. The orchid is the delivered to any bland wig stick with three cries, would stumble Charrasqueado reggaeton and cheese with a thunderbolt in one hand and a fork in the other. Where's the talent?, To the lions! This time a singer
vallenato dared to peel the maruto (read round scar left in the middle of the belly, after drying the umbilical cord) and expose your digestive system three-dimensional. I wonder: Will she felt sexy, Will did not know what to do on stage?, Will wanted to provoke collective revulsion and vomiting? Could it be that the parasites will be stirred?, Do something so daunting that I see, thanks to the Saturday evening.
also assume that a gas estupidecedor spread to hundreds of people clapped and chanted "orchid" nonstop. Passed groups, cliques, grupero and grupete, all took award under the armpits. Chino y Nacho , Calle Ciega, Tito El Bambino, jumped up and knelt down, kissed the floor, crossed, crossed themselves to the audience, cried, laughed (like every year) and released the usual nonsense of remembered Servando and Florentino : "This is not what I expected, I have no words to describe it, Thanks Dad, Ali, Ali, the sueñossss Alive ... thanks Mom, I love Venezuela, I carry within me, thank my fans, love them all ... blah, blah, blah. "
I think at 8 pm, there came a time when the public obstinately and more nobody would clap or yell ... then had no choice but to tease haughty, pardon the animator, to say: "Orchid bronze, two seconds," no longer flashing, it is silver, "" oh no! ... keeps flashing ", two seconds," Oh gentlemen ... is gold, and now finally moved to platinum and diamond "... All this without striking images of people pissed and whistling by the ridicule they were doing. The most pathetic show, decadent, tedious, impoverished and hilarious I've seen. It was for me a strange mixture of conflicting perceptions, the style of Arjona. "Help me Freud, I think I should go to a psychologist to explain to me why people pay pa 'These pods or why I had to get to see that shit too. The couch waiting for me. I can feel ...
That's how my Saturday ended and I felt insulted, I realized that some areas of the Venezuelan television do not respect their audience, they offer all bread and circuses, in exchange for ticket after ticket, I prefer to "Laura America "for his brash and brazen is sincere and I know that more than a Peruvian girl always going to be slapped and fucked up by their own" ziñorita Laura. "
I know. I'll write a novel instead of "Sunflowers for Lucia "will be called" Orchids for Laura ". I hope this weekend to change my therapy cause me stress and less traumatic to see something else on TV. I'm beginning to think I'm masochistic. definitely the couch waiting for me ... Ahhh ( sigh) When will free Playboy Chavez? ... I put my head on the pillow. Even the control in my hands, the power button lights up. I turn off the TV. ... I was in darkness at bedtime. I cover them. Zzzz
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