parlez-vous français

Bonjour à tous, et salut. Comme je promis je vais commencer  avec le français. Il y a 3 jours, j’étais en train de penser quelque chose, il était hyper grossier que je n’aie pas encore me présenter avec vous. Voilà je suis Juan Javier Barrera Saldaña, ce mon prénom dont je me sens vachement fier, mais pas du nom Javier, le truc c’est que j’ai un oncle qui s’appelle Javier et il fut le meilleur amis de mon père jusqu’à mon père è mort. De coup mon oncle a devenu mon ennemi sans que je le sache, on dira en peu. Je l’aime malgré tout c’est quel-t-il passé, à mon façons mais je le fais, a moins c’est l’idée. Par exemple, je me rappelle très bien un jour quand j’ai allé jusqu’à lui, parce que j’ai voulu lui donner un câlin et il a fait comme si rien avait passé, après j’ai dû réfléchir la situation. Je sais que maintenant il y a des problèmes plus grands que les miens, cependant, comme j’ai déjà dit dans les autres écrits   de « brain store » ma vie pareille parfaitement normale, en avant déjà expliqué le truc de mon oncle, je vais vous dire quelque chose sur moi. Il est bizarre  que je me présente moi-même. Je suis né le 29 de septembre l’année de 1992, c’est à dire j’ai 22 ans dans quelques jours 23. 

Je démure maintenant en Colombie dans la ville de Barranquilla, je habite dans un appartement avec mes cousins trois exactement  et je suis étudiant en langues étranger à la fac, «la universidad del atlantico», j’étudie français, allemande, italienne, l’anglais et je peux parler en peu de português et je ferai  ce document en quatre langues. Maintenant je suis très éclate en fassent des activités que je préfère : jouer de la guitare, peintre, écrire, joues de vidéos, et regarder séries et anime, peut-être j’aime quelque fois aller au cinéma, je ne suis pas  entrant de tuer un oiseau-moquer. Hehehhe…

J’ai été élevé par mes grands-parents, les parents de mon père. Mon papa qui s’appelle Juan il est mort quand j’avais quatre ans, et selon le commentaire de plusieurs gents je craigne de lui, mais j’aurais souhaité le connaitre dans outres circonstances, je ne me rappelle pas bien encore son visages. Dans outre coute j’ai deux mères, ma grand-mère le meilleur et ma mère biologique, j’ai aussi 3 frigens et 2 fragines.                    

In the later

post I will tell more about me or could be other thing. Have fun, and have a

beautiful day.

living in Barranquilla

Hello everybody, I was thinking about something 3 days ago. It was so rough having not introduced me yet. Well I am Juan Javier Barrera Saldaña, and that Mrs is my name, and proud of it each single world, but not the name of Javier, the things is I have got a uncle which his name is Javier and he was the best dad’s friends till my dad died, and he is my monkey on my back, not literally, but almost, I love him in any strange way, but I do it, and that is the idea. For example  I remember  one day I gave him a hug but he refused me, I felt so down that evening that I had to rethink about our relationship, yes I know there are more people with more problem that I have. However, as I have already mentioned it in my last brain store, my life seems marvellous normal but not perfect. Being clear with my uncle’s point, I am going to tell you something more about me.  It is unusual describe and introduce myself like this.

I was born on September 29, 1992. It means I am 22 years, in a few days 23. I live in Colombia in Barranquilla city. I live with my cousins (three) and I study at “Universidad Del Atlántico” foreign languages as a degree. I study French, German, Italian, English, and I speak a little Portuguese. And I’ll be this speech in four languages. I am into do a bunch of activities like: play guitar, draw, paint, write, play games, and watch series and anime, maybe I enjoy see a movie, why not; I am not killing the monkey-bird. Hehehe.

I was raised by my grandparents side father, I do not know why I do not call him by his name even I feel ashamed calling him dad. I think father is the best option that I have, father which his name is Juan apparently died when I was four, and according to the various concepts I was scared of father, I’d wish have meet him in better circumstances, I do not remember his face. That’s the true. On the other hand I have got two Moms, my granny the best one and my biological one. I also have got 5 siblings, three brothers and two sisters.  

In the later post I will tell more about me or could be other thing. Have fun, and have a beautiful day.

colorblind the first step.

Hi there, today it is the second time I write something, and I do not how making it interesting that it is a serious problem, because I haven't finished these ideas running in my head quickly. So, looking inside and thinking loud about these ideas, get me feel a little disappointed in myself. What is wrong with me, I am a normal adult, ok it is better if first I define what I understand by be normal.

Normal is someone which his life is quite simple, there is no any extraordinary events through the whole life, just the normal problems everyone has. Clear with that concept I can continue with my boring speech, and I apologize for treating me like that.

Now finally I think is time to write something about whatever, but good sick, I do not have a structure to put on it. Last night, I was watching some videos about a different kind of people who is not able to distinguish or see some colors like purple, green, red and so on. They are called colorblind people, but the most interesting part was when they put themselves glasses to be able to receive the color frequency and finally observe the color they were not able to see before. In fact, one of them cried by the intense emotions they felt. Then  I feel so lucky and I decided to go out and look the sun down, the colors were magics and be the lucky one bring to you some peace, there I breathed deeply and came home, nowadays, I feel like harry potter in the 5 sage: "more alone than ever before", it is my fault, that I recognize it, I accept it, and I deal with it. It is worthy, at least that if what I hope, Moreover I can see colors now and not just from the real world also, from the people.

the beginer

Hi! Everybody,  I just here  trying to face out  this new process of writing, which take time, and a little scare of doing it. Especially when there is not any format of correcting grammar or spelling online. I took this image from internet, more specify from "BOWIE15". I do not want you think this my work, because not. so with the respect of bowie15, I would like to explain you in simple words what I choose this picture of man with o lot of things inside his head. Well, I feel like that, that image represent all of me till I'll say something different. Is a new challenge for me created this blog because I actually have any idea about what I going to write in. now you probably are asking yourself why I decide to start to write if I do not know what put on it. I promes I´m working out how to fix it. Once upon a day I was feeling the same thing, and I just block my mind to write about, such a crappy situation. I really sorry because you do not desert that but right now I do not have any option, moreover, my grammar English is not good enough. I feel like a child trying to do adults' stuff. So, please do not limit me. Let me be free, I know I'm overreacting.