I`m back, fear me poor mortals!!!!! MUAJAJAJAJAJA

YO!, I'm back at posting, even if no one sees my blog XD I guess I'm not an interesting person jajajaja, well, anyway, I have to do a self biography for my english class, so here it goes.

Part #1

Born from an almost Italian Mother and a half spain, german, Chilean father (weird breeding) in Santiago de Chile (de nueva extremadura XD) one March eleventh of nineteen eighty eight at three twenty PM. My life as far as I know, is not like WOW what a interesting life, so try not to get asleep^^.
I'm the youngest of two brothers, my big bro's name is Patricio and is six years older than me, sometimes we fight, but we get along, most of the time, quite well. My mother's name is Angela, and I don't really know how old is she, because, as she said, four years ago she was thirty six, and one year ago she was thirtyfour, maybe she doesn't like the idea of getting old, or she is bad at mathematics, I think its about the fiftys, anyway it doesn't matter, my father is a very kind person as long as you don't piss him off, he's a bit quiet, but when angry he is preety scary XDD.
I was raised in an apartment here in santiago, i didn't had friends at that point, so I spent most of the time alone making cardboard toys XDDD, i used to draw superheroes on paper, after painting it and cutting it, i stick it to the cardboard, and those were most of my toys XDDD, of course i had a couple of toys too, but when i didn't have one, i just drew it, that way i learned to draw at the aeg of two and a half years, and until now, drawing is a passion for me.
when i grew up we moved to a house, it was awesome to have a yard were i could play with mud and ground and get dirty, it also was awesome how mad my mother was about it XD.
as years passed by i made good friends at school and at the "hood", in the neighborhood i made good friends with this weird guy called nicolàs fernandez, he was one important peron to me, because he had been by my side since i was five years old.
time passes fast and when i was about twelve years old, i traveled with my mom to U.S.A., there we stayed with my aunt Marcia, who is a kind of "new age esoterican", I learned a lot with her, and i met my cousins too of course, three cats, yeah, cats! Cachito the oldest, Morris the one in the midle and Jessica the youngest, at this day, the three of them are looking after her in heaven. in that journey I met my uncle's uncles, they were ecuatorian and peruvian, and they were so kind to us, my uncle's uncle had a baseball team, and one random day he saw me running like hell all over the street (at this point i was in the athletic team of school and i was training in the street), and he told me. "hey fella, do you want to be in the baseball team?" and i said that i couln`t that i had to go back to Chile, and he said, "would you like to stay with us?, that way you can be in the team, also we would look after you and your career and all th stuff", i felt that i was dreaming, such oportunities are one in a lifetime....

continues in part #2