Sample Speech On Corporate Anniversary

No no, I'm not dead, just that I am both private personal computer, which deprives you of illustration this time, and time to spend on unnecessary things, or rather things that do not pursue me back into society in the very short term. I try to resume an acceptable rate as soon as possible.
I just have a personal message to get across, so if you have not crossed the last three months, needless to read the following two lines: for you, friends from Sweden, I want to tell you it na not been easy to leave you, and look under my sober and worthy of my little heart shopgirl asked only to speak. But hey, I know how to behave.

Masterbatting Effect In Marrage Life

first day I'm poor lonesome cowboy cliche


It seems that the first part of this blog, namely Sweden, is over, I fly on Saturday to find my native soil. I do not turn the pages but it must be a little adult, I have a job and responsibilities now.
I do not know yet what I'll do this blog, dedicated originally to share my incredible life. Without doubt, as my life goes on anyway I'll continue to scream my outrage at this company who rejects me, globalization, politicians and rotten all-star Academy, in short, all these battles that are dear to my heart.
Perhaps I shall turn in literary criticism and cultural fed Telerama and France Inter (yes shit because I am a teacher, do not forget.)
Maybe I will transform it into a blog-novel , dreamlike and boring to read. Yes because I do not know if you've ever tried to read a long text on a computer screen, but after 10 minutes, your eyes are all red and itchy.
Or I will become a political analyst, and posting a text every week deciphering such a declaration, such a discussion, such discussion difficult, either by writing lace-like or like a big fat buldozzer after a small white coffee shop.
Or I will explore my conscious thoughts and unconscious, like a public psychoanalysis but because I'm sure the sex stories involve many more readers.
Or else I'll let him dying slowly, I'll do my big lazy, I will not write that often, and it will interest fewer and fewer readers (it already does not interest them much.)
is not good all that, but I have heartbreaking farewell to myself.

Application For Disconnection Of Telephone Line

Sweden finally answers my desire shot. I waited anxiously the moment, once back, we will ask me how it does with the two inevitable questions that will necessarily come first, even before that on what we eat here (I'm not the only hearth amateur photographs), so the two inevitable questions: Is Sweden populated by blond, and in winter it is hard.
For the first question, I did not so much anguish, since I already met some great blond, I could extrapolate that a bit and say that every street corner we come across a blonde one meter ninety, the lie is not so big and then it's so much pleasure to confirm a preconceived idea.
However, I was having cold sweats about the time and I saw myself to say "but siii, sometimes it is not nice, it rained at least every week," and then try to row in the light crestfallen by my interlocutors. That is all the harder by seeing my pictures, we see that the sky is perfectly clear that we are not in a T-shirt but almost, and that we lack the surfboard under arm. (By the way, I must be careful, I was not on vacation even though my pictures seem to indicate otherwise, I rise today take me working, it'll be more serious. ) And so I thank God for having made it snow a week before our departure, a good fat layer that will allow me to reassure everyone: not Sweden is not like home, phew. And I'm going to ramble for hours in a deep voice, a frown on "you know, I know Sweden, I lived there for some time, and I can tell you that it was not easy: I have been cold. "



PS: In fact, why should we lose any dignity they there when eight inches of snow? Already we find ourselves inexplicably happy, a smile, then frankly, there is no reason to celebrate: the two characteristics of the snow and a being cold, and two to be wet. Then we harnessed as bibendum, some even have big red jackets ridiculous. And finally, a primitive instinct compels us to throw down, then lay the other, and then scream like morons. I'm sure it's the snow that does this. The last time I tried to roll over, then throw my comrades on the wet pavement, it has made me laugh.