If you want to really hide something .. Christmas Display
put it under the eyes of all. Following a suggestion from this pearl of wisdom, my Kamasutra (1000Lire version) is sitting in plain view in the library of the living room of my mother, the same person who did not want to read it Boccaccio's Decameron as too "dirty" ...
And my diary, instead of a notebook of paper, is located on the Internet. So it is that my sister telling me, with embarrassment, he had stumbled on my blog ... the same person who had broken into the lock of my secret diary of a teenager to accuse line by line ...
Now this diary certainly is not secret, but is it likely to be much more intimate than a regular blog should ... We try to make nice, but apparently, while changing the media, never change the way I write ... What sense is there in the world to write something that I write for myself? logically, no one cathartic, huge.
Who am I? or rather, what is this blog?
I am a sick girl to singletudine, technically, a single mother, only to have been married seven years (almost eight on the card) with the father of my puppy and, at the age of 34 years, much more "primapara elderly" that girl. .. but there you are ...
The modern term in vogue is "single mom" in case my mom by choice, not single too. Let's say that my ex beat me on time, announced that "for my own good" left me, because he had been something like another four days before my pregnancy test ... things that happen ... and does not wish it on anyone. Statistically it seems that the 15% of couples to dissolve within the first year of the child, unable to deal with problems related to the balance, family. Another 10-15% in the second year. We were alone earlier. Honestly and logically I know it was better that way, at least if I do it all by myself at least I do for a reason. Too bad that in discomfort, the rational part of us is too rarely, and with mood swings / hormones of pregnancy ... even less four days, however, that make the difference between me leaving and have left us and allow the Popes of the puppy free attendance at our house (as the popes, as the former may rot rather than go anywhere in my house ...)
But back to us. Shortly after confirmation by the court had entered my current state of singletudine, I moved with pigrotti puppy and is due in a small apartment in the city center, at least three times the old me. Full of memories, but not my memories. The pigrotti stay with me for a few years, the Cleo Tome and three of four (although it is twice the volume) and have shared with me leaving my ex and waiting for the puppy. In short, they are my family on a par with the biped my kinsmen. To which this relationship is indigestible and I always facing apocalyptic scenarios puppy smothered in the cradle, or at least, blinded by a fingernail of my ferocious beasts. Lately, the "reasonable" reason why should I leave them is the possibility that puppy to become allergic, but, fortunately, it seems that for now the danger is removed.
What do I do for a living? currently a freelance maintained, or as they asked me to the playground, the caregiver puppy ... which is honestly one of my singletudine positive side, as if I were not married yet hard to accept to keep me and I lose a lot of unique moments in its growth. Indeed, the sun has risen and now puppy paws: Good day to you all!
Monday, December 3, 2007
Sunday, December 2, 2007
Free Black Damask Pattern Clipart
Thursday, November 29, 2007
Genital Wart Removal Freezing Recovery
E 'came first the chicken ...
or Daisy Duck? The question arose in me these days when my house we are in full revival of songs for children. Or do you believe that, as precisely Poppies and Ducklings , sung by Nilla Pizzi in 1952 to second in Sanremo Festival (where all the songs in the race were all performed by a few actors, which explains the placement of the first lace, second - just with Poppies and Ducks - and third place). That is about an impossible love zoofloreale, instigating the "supine resignation of its welfare state" - Daisy you were born, what do we want? - in the opinion of some historians who accuse it of traditionalism. Another interpretation, however, saw it as a subliminal message antigovernment: then came the scythe that cut the grain and a gust of wind took up the poppies, supported by the fact that the subsequent "election campaign of PCI was based on a poster where the top brass Democrats were mowed down by the wind of revolutionary communism: the duck impaperata was harassed and people with no choice, the tall poppies, DC. "
Not bad for a song played by the Piccolo Coro also dell'Antoniano. My question is rather more mundane: the metaphor of "tall poppies" this song existed before or was a serendipitous and inspired invention of Mario Panzeri? Reference to
this site for further information and full text. .. Give us a read and then tell me if you remember this ...
the way, the song became a hit in 53 even in the English version Poppa Piccolino sung by Diana Dekker, seasoned with text concertina and miss ... in a bucolic vision of sunny Italy
or Daisy Duck? The question arose in me these days when my house we are in full revival of songs for children. Or do you believe that, as precisely Poppies and Ducklings , sung by Nilla Pizzi in 1952 to second in Sanremo Festival (where all the songs in the race were all performed by a few actors, which explains the placement of the first lace, second - just with Poppies and Ducks - and third place). That is about an impossible love zoofloreale, instigating the "supine resignation of its welfare state" - Daisy you were born, what do we want? - in the opinion of some historians who accuse it of traditionalism. Another interpretation, however, saw it as a subliminal message antigovernment: then came the scythe that cut the grain and a gust of wind took up the poppies, supported by the fact that the subsequent "election campaign of PCI was based on a poster where the top brass Democrats were mowed down by the wind of revolutionary communism: the duck impaperata was harassed and people with no choice, the tall poppies, DC. "
Not bad for a song played by the Piccolo Coro also dell'Antoniano. My question is rather more mundane: the metaphor of "tall poppies" this song existed before or was a serendipitous and inspired invention of Mario Panzeri? Reference to
this site for further information and full text. .. Give us a read and then tell me if you remember this ...
the way, the song became a hit in 53 even in the English version Poppa Piccolino sung by Diana Dekker, seasoned with text concertina and miss ... in a bucolic vision of sunny Italy
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Company Anniversary Invitation Sample
Classic Christmas
One of the few things I miss in my life are the classic TV-less Christmas. Those that recur every year, most constant of the almonds and candied fruit in the cake! I am referring to marathons of Asterix Asterix and Cleopatra, The Twelve Labours of Asterix, seasoned with those characters and those entr'actes musical contour unforgettable! Fortunately, there are DVDs! I was trying to recall the text of the dream of Obelix "When the appetite is" when I decided to check on YouTube and I found that not everyone has decided to translate the original French songs ... and above all that the Italian text which is very affectionate at times completely different! The Lion of Cleopatra has "the voice on the tenor solo in Italian! If we think that for years in my childhood I believed that the original was Italian because of the "These Romans are crazy", which is waaay more appropriate as the original but insipid "the sont fous ces Romains" : D
One of the few things I miss in my life are the classic TV-less Christmas. Those that recur every year, most constant of the almonds and candied fruit in the cake! I am referring to marathons of Asterix Asterix and Cleopatra, The Twelve Labours of Asterix, seasoned with those characters and those entr'actes musical contour unforgettable! Fortunately, there are DVDs! I was trying to recall the text of the dream of Obelix "When the appetite is" when I decided to check on YouTube and I found that not everyone has decided to translate the original French songs ... and above all that the Italian text which is very affectionate at times completely different! The Lion of Cleopatra has "the voice on the tenor solo in Italian! If we think that for years in my childhood I believed that the original was Italian because of the "These Romans are crazy", which is waaay more appropriate as the original but insipid "the sont fous ces Romains" : D
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Average Bmi For A Model
Ethics
not have (by choice) a TV my connection with the "facts of the day" is given by RSS feeds that I read the headlines in my email program, clicking a ' any depth. Which often does not cover real news. The idea of today by the media about what has been called the "porno-prof". I remember seeing the headlines on billboards and the newspaper that he spent more than a shrug. I summarize as I digested the news, forgive inaccuracies: Professor by day, anywhere pornodiva night, expulsion from school after some students had papered the bathroom with his photos "stolen" from the Internet, readmitted, but after the threat of parents, and relegated to evening courses for adults. Now, go back to the fore as a result of his (seguitissima) erotic performance at the show, I think in Berlin, rap is a colleague who complains of not having ethics and give a bad example, which says that for her ethics is teach well and that what he does in private sites for consenting adults should not be of interest, as well as the education of children from their families should not be delegated to the school.
And I agree. It 's easier to drive a (good?) Taught by hiding behind the facade of respectability to admit that they have left their children free to surf the sites unsuitable for children. It considers the behavior of private of a person (at least as you guarantee) has a professional attitude upright, rather than an operation of self-criticism. We're not talking about the other porno-prof get naked in the classroom, or the good guys that pick up mates get naked with mobile phones and then publish on the Internet. The professional ethics of a teacher expected to warm up the chair, or engage in school hours work per second in black, or even be ignorant vulgar, provided they have no "vice"? The thing seems disturbingly hypocritical in a country where porn stars are "ladies" ... as it were, a profession morally harmful for boys but not for those sitting in parliament.
guess, based on statistics, a percentage of these Puritan parents regularly betray their partner, often prostitutes and have subscribed to the pay sites for adult children when the angels have made the images attached to the bathroom. Whitewashed tombs. I hope my son finds his way into the good teachers - good teaching. "
not have (by choice) a TV my connection with the "facts of the day" is given by RSS feeds that I read the headlines in my email program, clicking a ' any depth. Which often does not cover real news. The idea of today by the media about what has been called the "porno-prof". I remember seeing the headlines on billboards and the newspaper that he spent more than a shrug. I summarize as I digested the news, forgive inaccuracies: Professor by day, anywhere pornodiva night, expulsion from school after some students had papered the bathroom with his photos "stolen" from the Internet, readmitted, but after the threat of parents, and relegated to evening courses for adults. Now, go back to the fore as a result of his (seguitissima) erotic performance at the show, I think in Berlin, rap is a colleague who complains of not having ethics and give a bad example, which says that for her ethics is teach well and that what he does in private sites for consenting adults should not be of interest, as well as the education of children from their families should not be delegated to the school.
And I agree. It 's easier to drive a (good?) Taught by hiding behind the facade of respectability to admit that they have left their children free to surf the sites unsuitable for children. It considers the behavior of private of a person (at least as you guarantee) has a professional attitude upright, rather than an operation of self-criticism. We're not talking about the other porno-prof get naked in the classroom, or the good guys that pick up mates get naked with mobile phones and then publish on the Internet. The professional ethics of a teacher expected to warm up the chair, or engage in school hours work per second in black, or even be ignorant vulgar, provided they have no "vice"? The thing seems disturbingly hypocritical in a country where porn stars are "ladies" ... as it were, a profession morally harmful for boys but not for those sitting in parliament.
guess, based on statistics, a percentage of these Puritan parents regularly betray their partner, often prostitutes and have subscribed to the pay sites for adult children when the angels have made the images attached to the bathroom. Whitewashed tombs. I hope my son finds his way into the good teachers - good teaching. "
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Death Watch Book Chapter]
Like Home
I realize that writing a post in three hours alternating with the broom and the sponge is not the best for the quality of the writing, but I must say it served its purpose! My fold today is a bit 'less stable, and if now baby, it seems, decides to get a snoring, I could improve the situation further.
few days ago, I reflected with![[info]](https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/blogger_img_proxy/AEn0k_vGmxeWhNNED73NZlAFSTcJdx6ooY5yxHqocJqZ6TpJRdrUEcT-WaG6gKqZv6i34HULfbIidvhJ0cGJExV3EE04ak4Xx1jSJJnccoTEKxdl=s0-d)
cawa74 on how unsettling for me to know that my house will probably be my home forever. From one point of view, my house is the dream of my youth: for agricultural provincialotta like me, the apartment in the center was the best I could wish for: nothing awake at 6 am to catch a bus stipatissimo and go to school, the opportunity to have classmates to reach, maybe a social life with peers. I think that puppy will appreciate this choice right now to go to the playground on foot and meet children his age is still a positive experience. Sure, it's an old two-bedroom, indeed, perhaps the definition better apartment with kitchenette, no garage, no elevator (and my back that scarrozza spending and 10 kg of puppy up and down is well aware), the balconies are tiny and there is even a clothes horse. But the building is small, 6 apartments have windows on three sides, floors, Palladian, heights over 3 meters, the rooms are large, brick and stone walls, a little 'the dream of every conservative like me.
But regardless of the intrinsic merits, the idea that I find it difficult to get used to is that my house without any forecasts of future moves, among others in a moment that for over twenty years has been my home is undergoing restructuring and is equal to itself. I know for most people there is no "home" stable over time, but I, just because I had this myth campagnola provincialotta stable from early childhood. The point is that I did not anticipate to have it now, probably. When I got married in the last millennium, we opted for a solution which they were created as temporary, a mini, the most that could enable our pockets. The fact that it was not final was quite clear: I never moved my books and many of my things have been piled up by my parents. The next phase, although much closer to my idea of "home" very limited prospects due to the fact that, just to have a garden (and a tavern-study) was a two-bedroom in the province, in that part of anything where the costs are still acceptable and the limited distances. Despite having worked hard to redesign the house, I never really loved. He had flaws that made me anxious, especially for the safety of pigrotti. Moreover, in the meantime, we went to rent an apartment in town and it was becoming a drug. When I found myself alone and pregnant in the flat country was no longer a viable option, both economically and for me alone, and psychologically. My agent, I am conscious that for some years now, I only showed little house: I have visited in the evening and the morning already I was putting on paper the proposed purchase. Love at first sight. Sure, the previous owners were much more orderly than I, even I had been without puppy and the two pigrotti.
Yet it took me months to realize that in this house I finally have a library with all my books (and honestly I do not know how many more, having spent my youth to buy non-stop:)). It 's a little trivial, but since in almost eight months have not yet managed to empty the boxes of what I have accumulated in recent years, I think the idea of how to make a part of me seem to resist to settle in a Final . But I see that they are also encouraged to write to act, for which continued unabated to lose battles in this war on clutter in my house, which is ultimately also that of my life ... We hope for good!
I realize that writing a post in three hours alternating with the broom and the sponge is not the best for the quality of the writing, but I must say it served its purpose! My fold today is a bit 'less stable, and if now baby, it seems, decides to get a snoring, I could improve the situation further.
few days ago, I reflected with
cawa74 on how unsettling for me to know that my house will probably be my home forever. From one point of view, my house is the dream of my youth: for agricultural provincialotta like me, the apartment in the center was the best I could wish for: nothing awake at 6 am to catch a bus stipatissimo and go to school, the opportunity to have classmates to reach, maybe a social life with peers. I think that puppy will appreciate this choice right now to go to the playground on foot and meet children his age is still a positive experience. Sure, it's an old two-bedroom, indeed, perhaps the definition better apartment with kitchenette, no garage, no elevator (and my back that scarrozza spending and 10 kg of puppy up and down is well aware), the balconies are tiny and there is even a clothes horse. But the building is small, 6 apartments have windows on three sides, floors, Palladian, heights over 3 meters, the rooms are large, brick and stone walls, a little 'the dream of every conservative like me. But regardless of the intrinsic merits, the idea that I find it difficult to get used to is that my house without any forecasts of future moves, among others in a moment that for over twenty years has been my home is undergoing restructuring and is equal to itself. I know for most people there is no "home" stable over time, but I, just because I had this myth campagnola provincialotta stable from early childhood. The point is that I did not anticipate to have it now, probably. When I got married in the last millennium, we opted for a solution which they were created as temporary, a mini, the most that could enable our pockets. The fact that it was not final was quite clear: I never moved my books and many of my things have been piled up by my parents. The next phase, although much closer to my idea of "home" very limited prospects due to the fact that, just to have a garden (and a tavern-study) was a two-bedroom in the province, in that part of anything where the costs are still acceptable and the limited distances. Despite having worked hard to redesign the house, I never really loved. He had flaws that made me anxious, especially for the safety of pigrotti. Moreover, in the meantime, we went to rent an apartment in town and it was becoming a drug. When I found myself alone and pregnant in the flat country was no longer a viable option, both economically and for me alone, and psychologically. My agent, I am conscious that for some years now, I only showed little house: I have visited in the evening and the morning already I was putting on paper the proposed purchase. Love at first sight. Sure, the previous owners were much more orderly than I, even I had been without puppy and the two pigrotti.
Yet it took me months to realize that in this house I finally have a library with all my books (and honestly I do not know how many more, having spent my youth to buy non-stop:)). It 's a little trivial, but since in almost eight months have not yet managed to empty the boxes of what I have accumulated in recent years, I think the idea of how to make a part of me seem to resist to settle in a Final . But I see that they are also encouraged to write to act, for which continued unabated to lose battles in this war on clutter in my house, which is ultimately also that of my life ... We hope for good!
Saturday, November 17, 2007
New Hampshire Media Auditions
Exchange satgione
Because tonight I'm home alone (puppy went to dinner with the grandparents popes) are left without apology to my poor little house that screams revenge for months ... for months ... I always say, because since I moved in late March, I never really finished the move. Now, ignoring the odyssey of moving (and crises of nerves for aid) at the time was three months old puppy recently and was limited to playing with things at hand ... But now he crawls like a train, thanks to the presence of two pigrotti that from this point the view has always been an inspiration. This means that if before the house could have an encampment of boxes waiting to find the final destination of the content, now I have to avoid becoming a minefield for my small and tireless explorer.
Yet between this pressing need and its realization in the past months it seems that there was no way of finding the key to the problem ... The first problem is obviously me: messy by nature, by choice or necessity, even I do not know which of the three. Messy but fussy, Rompin I would say (and who knows me can confirm) that order is not an ordinary but an exact science, to which I have always given an intrinsic value spiritual reorganization when I start a new job, make a change ... Another problem for me is reordered in the company, which, you will agree with me, when you're single it's a drama. Not that I want to wash my floor to another, only, as I do, I prefer to have someone to talk to, this evening is replaced by my blog. Among other things, having puppy home, a second person at least has become crucial to avoid hurt ... I know it's crazy, but the question is crucial, because the simplest thing turns out to be practically impossible. Why .. Where can I get to spend two hours to keep me company while Rassetto home? Therefore, we exclude the Gilmore my sanity, to ask for help? Most people work all week, use one part of the weekend to tidy up your home or shop and the remainder being able to relax and have fun. How dare I ask to go, I know, Saturday afternoon to watch me make the switch cabinets?? Who does not work in general has no children, and worse than worse, I can not call my sister and ask her to find a babysitter for her to control devils my puppy.
And then, and here I am venting, comes the insult are those who have offered aid: when you need a hand call ! Have you ever? and above all, never been desperate enough (as unfortunately it was me) to ask for help seriously? I would be happy but .... and the slew of explanations (plausible and fair, for sure, do not say no) is practically endless. Worse: I can not this week, but next I am free ... Try asking the next week and find that you could tell me before I kept free, I'm so sorry ... but So, I understand to be a human case that inspires compassion, but friends, real ones, I have always honestly said no, then find, impossible triangle, the time to chat with me anyway. Easier said than done and the sea, they said once ...
Puppy has since returned to the fold, a bit 'cleaner (the fold is still a stable: D) even if the plates of the first reference to them tomorrow morning ... goodnight! Today
Because tonight I'm home alone (puppy went to dinner with the grandparents popes) are left without apology to my poor little house that screams revenge for months ... for months ... I always say, because since I moved in late March, I never really finished the move. Now, ignoring the odyssey of moving (and crises of nerves for aid) at the time was three months old puppy recently and was limited to playing with things at hand ... But now he crawls like a train, thanks to the presence of two pigrotti that from this point the view has always been an inspiration. This means that if before the house could have an encampment of boxes waiting to find the final destination of the content, now I have to avoid becoming a minefield for my small and tireless explorer.
Yet between this pressing need and its realization in the past months it seems that there was no way of finding the key to the problem ... The first problem is obviously me: messy by nature, by choice or necessity, even I do not know which of the three. Messy but fussy, Rompin I would say (and who knows me can confirm) that order is not an ordinary but an exact science, to which I have always given an intrinsic value spiritual reorganization when I start a new job, make a change ... Another problem for me is reordered in the company, which, you will agree with me, when you're single it's a drama. Not that I want to wash my floor to another, only, as I do, I prefer to have someone to talk to, this evening is replaced by my blog. Among other things, having puppy home, a second person at least has become crucial to avoid hurt ... I know it's crazy, but the question is crucial, because the simplest thing turns out to be practically impossible. Why .. Where can I get to spend two hours to keep me company while Rassetto home? Therefore, we exclude the Gilmore my sanity, to ask for help? Most people work all week, use one part of the weekend to tidy up your home or shop and the remainder being able to relax and have fun. How dare I ask to go, I know, Saturday afternoon to watch me make the switch cabinets?? Who does not work in general has no children, and worse than worse, I can not call my sister and ask her to find a babysitter for her to control devils my puppy.
And then, and here I am venting, comes the insult are those who have offered aid: when you need a hand call ! Have you ever? and above all, never been desperate enough (as unfortunately it was me) to ask for help seriously? I would be happy but .... and the slew of explanations (plausible and fair, for sure, do not say no) is practically endless. Worse: I can not this week, but next I am free ... Try asking the next week and find that you could tell me before I kept free, I'm so sorry ... but So, I understand to be a human case that inspires compassion, but friends, real ones, I have always honestly said no, then find, impossible triangle, the time to chat with me anyway. Easier said than done and the sea, they said once ...
Puppy has since returned to the fold, a bit 'cleaner (the fold is still a stable: D) even if the plates of the first reference to them tomorrow morning ... goodnight! Today
Friday, October 26, 2007
M Jak Milosc Online Season 1
Rites of Passage
puppy is ten months! Unfortunately, they celebrated with a cold on a day that is a compliment to define dull. Ten months with her beautiful eyes wide open to the world have radically changed the way I look at myself ... and also the way I look at myself. It is no longer good, or even stronger, but one step at a time going forward. Today I removed the faith. After 17 months, was even now. I was always told that I took her again for not having to answer too many questions when I had the belly, when he was born puppy when he was too small because the fact that I was not not seem strange. I kept because I felt entitled to do so because they represented a promise that I had not broken. Then I just kept them out of habit ... but in recent days has begun to bother me ... I have nothing to hide, of course I'm not going to tell my aunts garrulous as things stand, if there's one thing I hate is the false compassion and understanding ... but I rarely see them and on the margins of my life. It 'time to forget and put the ring in the bottom of a drawer, waiting for the puppy grows and complaints as a "memory" ... now that that is its only function. My grief is finished, what the circle of gold represented is dead and buried, a victim of premeditated murder and clearly completed ... Perhaps I hoped, deep in my heart, a repentance of the perpetrator ... but now it's time to turn the page. Has not got what he deserved, I did not get justice, not revenge I tried, but at least I had it to me. I put the ring that bore a child, the one given by her grandmother. I took so that the shape of my finger and returned to his seat as if he had never left. I know that it is not. I do not need to remove the interlude as if it never happened. But who has consciously destroyed does not deserve the tribute of my finger. Then who knows, maybe also begin to look around!
puppy is ten months! Unfortunately, they celebrated with a cold on a day that is a compliment to define dull. Ten months with her beautiful eyes wide open to the world have radically changed the way I look at myself ... and also the way I look at myself. It is no longer good, or even stronger, but one step at a time going forward. Today I removed the faith. After 17 months, was even now. I was always told that I took her again for not having to answer too many questions when I had the belly, when he was born puppy when he was too small because the fact that I was not not seem strange. I kept because I felt entitled to do so because they represented a promise that I had not broken. Then I just kept them out of habit ... but in recent days has begun to bother me ... I have nothing to hide, of course I'm not going to tell my aunts garrulous as things stand, if there's one thing I hate is the false compassion and understanding ... but I rarely see them and on the margins of my life. It 'time to forget and put the ring in the bottom of a drawer, waiting for the puppy grows and complaints as a "memory" ... now that that is its only function. My grief is finished, what the circle of gold represented is dead and buried, a victim of premeditated murder and clearly completed ... Perhaps I hoped, deep in my heart, a repentance of the perpetrator ... but now it's time to turn the page. Has not got what he deserved, I did not get justice, not revenge I tried, but at least I had it to me. I put the ring that bore a child, the one given by her grandmother. I took so that the shape of my finger and returned to his seat as if he had never left. I know that it is not. I do not need to remove the interlude as if it never happened. But who has consciously destroyed does not deserve the tribute of my finger. Then who knows, maybe also begin to look around!
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Calories In A Publix Roast Beef Sub
But try me?
Today I received yet another request on skype from a user whose nickname seemed to know a person that I could, despite the claim was the usual anonymously written. When in doubt, ignore it before, I tried to figure out who it was ...
[11:32:27] Lila writes: hello
[11:32:49] I ** writes: Hi!
[11:32:55] I ** writes: *** The pleasure:)
[11:33:08] Lila writes: I wonder whether we know it?
[11:33:45] ** I wrote, we do not know:)
[11:33:51] ** I wrote, for now
[11:33:54] I ** writes: hahahahahahha:)
[11:34:14] Lila writes: I did not understand why if the request was from someone who should know
[11:35:10] Lila writes in this If, as I wrote in my profile, I'm not interested in chatting
[11:35:16] Lila wrote: good day
[11:35:29] I ** writes: Sorry I have not read your profile
[ 11:35:38] Lila writes: I had not realized
[11:35:43] I ** writes: Good day ANTIPATICONA!
[11:35:55] Lila writes: Good day to you
[11:35:58] ** I wrote, the Acidelle Cippa
[11:36:15] ** I wrote, one last question
[11:36:22] Lila writes: Now I know that will not allow
[11:36:26] ** I wrote, with less severe the next never eh??
[11:36:41] I ** writes: You've been rude
[11:37:05] Lila writes: think before you judge it?
Question: me if one has not even looked at my profile, I make contact? virtual sex (such as another funny guy always on skype, but had bothered to read the profile ...
Today I received yet another request on skype from a user whose nickname seemed to know a person that I could, despite the claim was the usual anonymously written. When in doubt, ignore it before, I tried to figure out who it was ...
[11:32:27] Lila writes: hello
[11:32:49] I ** writes: Hi!
[11:32:55] I ** writes: *** The pleasure:)
[11:33:08] Lila writes: I wonder whether we know it?
[11:33:45] ** I wrote, we do not know:)
[11:33:51] ** I wrote, for now
[11:33:54] I ** writes: hahahahahahha:)
[11:34:14] Lila writes: I did not understand why if the request was from someone who should know
[11:35:10] Lila writes in this If, as I wrote in my profile, I'm not interested in chatting
[11:35:16] Lila wrote: good day
[11:35:29] I ** writes: Sorry I have not read your profile
[ 11:35:38] Lila writes: I had not realized
[11:35:43] I ** writes: Good day ANTIPATICONA!
[11:35:55] Lila writes: Good day to you
[11:35:58] ** I wrote, the Acidelle Cippa
[11:36:15] ** I wrote, one last question
[11:36:22] Lila writes: Now I know that will not allow
[11:36:26] ** I wrote, with less severe the next never eh??
[11:36:41] I ** writes: You've been rude
[11:37:05] Lila writes: think before you judge it?
Question: me if one has not even looked at my profile, I make contact? virtual sex (such as another funny guy always on skype, but had bothered to read the profile ...
[11:32:27] Lila writes: hello
[11:32:49] ** I wrote: Hi!
. .. no I do not know
[11:32:55] I ** writes: *** The pleasure:)
... in yet another hunting
[11:33:08] Lila writes: I wonder if yet?
[11:33:45] ** I wrote, we do not know:)
[11:33:51] ** I wrote, for now
[11:33:54] I ** writes: hahahahahahha:)
... That
[11:34:14] Lila writes: I did not understand why if the request was from someone who should know
[11:35:10] Lila writes: In this case, as written in my profile, I'm not interested in chatting
[11:35:16] Lila wrote: good day
[11:35:29] I ** writes: Sorry I have not read your profile
... but it '? and that I wrote it for?
[11:35:38] Lila writes: I had not realized
[11:35:43] I ** writes: Good day ANTIPATICONA!
... at least it's nice in the choice of terms
[11:35:55] Lila writes: Good day to you
[11:35:58] ** I wrote, the chip only Acidelle
... no, just a spoiled little boy who thinks to be cool, too bad, had better start ...
[11:36:15] I ** writes:
one last question ... what are you on skype if you fall at my feet? type to use for work is a crime?
[11:36:22] Lila writes: Now I know that will not allow
[11:36:26] ** I wrote, with the next less severe never eh??
... come to me and say you? think they are even more strict with myself ...
[11:36:41] I ** writes: You've been rude
... I laugh or cry? I laugh, at least it was not a peasant in terms
[11:37:05] Lila writes: think before you judge it?
... seen that the chip only un'antipaticona sour and severe, you might as well not disappoint!
[11:32:49] ** I wrote: Hi!
. .. no I do not know
[11:32:55] I ** writes: *** The pleasure:)
... in yet another hunting
[11:33:08] Lila writes: I wonder if yet?
[11:33:45] ** I wrote, we do not know:)
[11:33:51] ** I wrote, for now
[11:33:54] I ** writes: hahahahahahha:)
... That
[11:34:14] Lila writes: I did not understand why if the request was from someone who should know
[11:35:10] Lila writes: In this case, as written in my profile, I'm not interested in chatting
[11:35:16] Lila wrote: good day
[11:35:29] I ** writes: Sorry I have not read your profile
... but it '? and that I wrote it for?
[11:35:38] Lila writes: I had not realized
[11:35:43] I ** writes: Good day ANTIPATICONA!
... at least it's nice in the choice of terms
[11:35:55] Lila writes: Good day to you
[11:35:58] ** I wrote, the chip only Acidelle
... no, just a spoiled little boy who thinks to be cool, too bad, had better start ...
[11:36:15] I ** writes:
one last question ... what are you on skype if you fall at my feet? type to use for work is a crime?
[11:36:22] Lila writes: Now I know that will not allow
[11:36:26] ** I wrote, with the next less severe never eh??
... come to me and say you? think they are even more strict with myself ...
[11:36:41] I ** writes: You've been rude
... I laugh or cry? I laugh, at least it was not a peasant in terms
[11:37:05] Lila writes: think before you judge it?
... seen that the chip only un'antipaticona sour and severe, you might as well not disappoint!
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
In The Bible What Was Punishable By Stoning
beautiful things in life
Top ten baby (the mother is excluded as symbiont)
Top ten baby (the mother is excluded as symbiont)
- It 's a pigrotto ... nothing can resist the comparison
- Taken in hand and makes a nice rough sound
- If you clap your hands above sounds
- Banged on the ground or other objects makes a nice sound
- If there is breath in a beautiful sound
- E 'a shoe, a slipper, a sock and I can suck
- roll on the floor along strange paths
- I can use it to stand up
- It' s a mobile phone or a bunch of keys to suck
- 's funny to bite
How Long Do You Take Erythromycin
God is an alien? Truth According to Nokia
When I received the message from a friend of mine when I announced that it had entered Degree in Biblical Studies and UFO the Waldensian Faculty of Theology, my first thought was: But .. forward 'sti Waldenses! Promptly came the errata ... was a matter of one of the brilliant intuitions of T9, where UFO era Theological ...
exist perhaps a cabal of phones? so that every time I think about sex writes lost (and what is right!)?
When I received the message from a friend of mine when I announced that it had entered Degree in Biblical Studies and UFO the Waldensian Faculty of Theology, my first thought was: But .. forward 'sti Waldenses! Promptly came the errata ... was a matter of one of the brilliant intuitions of T9, where UFO era Theological ...
exist perhaps a cabal of phones? so that every time I think about sex writes lost (and what is right!)?
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Small Spud Gun For Sale
I'm still alive ... with the help of a saint and patron archangel I spent the end of September and writings .. hear hear .. well as the oral! Now I'm a little mouse of a licensed stock ... It remains to write the essay .. inevitably, if they think too much, I write, and in fact I have just asked about ... argh ... one thing at a time ... that is, no, do not expect much ... but at least breathe ... oh well ... straightened a bit better than 'running around the house before anyone gets hurt ...
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Blons Tower Derense 3.swr.com
Indiana Jones Theme ... John Williams
There is emotion? ... If you saw Indiana Jones at least once you can not know this fantastic soundtrack to the great John Williams.
The other night, including a grilled sausage and the other at the home of a friend of mine, I started almost by accident at the piano and I played the first notes of the theme of Jurassic Park (also great one) and I said ... I HAVE THE DOWNLOAD!
I searched on youtube this soundtrack, which is obviously amazing, and in videos that have appeared in the search along with those of Jurassic Park was a live orchestra conducted by Williams, who plays the Theme from Indiana Jones and me being very young an avid fan of this sequel to Spielberg, I could not click and see the beauty of this work.
What struck me is how John has managed with a charming blend of sounds and instruments to contain in a few minutes the whole essence of the film ... simply fantastic.
The sound is entrancing and I imagine that live they are even more!
I can not wait to come out in theaters last (unfortunately: ° () of serious films! - May 28! - What will be called Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull . .. already circulating The first possible plots, but obviously not going to read to spoil the fun of it in a movie theater surround sound, I had to get to Rome I would not care! Pending
enjoy this wonderful performance! :)
There is emotion? ... If you saw Indiana Jones at least once you can not know this fantastic soundtrack to the great John Williams.
The other night, including a grilled sausage and the other at the home of a friend of mine, I started almost by accident at the piano and I played the first notes of the theme of Jurassic Park (also great one) and I said ... I HAVE THE DOWNLOAD!
I searched on youtube this soundtrack, which is obviously amazing, and in videos that have appeared in the search along with those of Jurassic Park was a live orchestra conducted by Williams, who plays the Theme from Indiana Jones and me being very young an avid fan of this sequel to Spielberg, I could not click and see the beauty of this work.
What struck me is how John has managed with a charming blend of sounds and instruments to contain in a few minutes the whole essence of the film ... simply fantastic.
The sound is entrancing and I imagine that live they are even more!
I can not wait to come out in theaters last (unfortunately: ° () of serious films! - May 28! - What will be called Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull . .. already circulating The first possible plots, but obviously not going to read to spoil the fun of it in a movie theater surround sound, I had to get to Rome I would not care! Pending
enjoy this wonderful performance! :)
Saturday, September 15, 2007
How Do You Make Sugar Paste
Blush no more ... First Day
Hey Hey Hey .... And so it begins with the first scripts for the tables Blush no more!, Are perhaps not exceptional. D is my first experience in this area so maybe miss the essential details for the designer and maybe Syriuzzo environments such as dialogues will be very original ... The important thing is that I hope we still manage to entertain and communicate with the help of Syria what I have in mind! ;)
Well after this preamble had paraculizzante .....
- Tavola 1 -
Vignetta 1
La stanza è completamente al buio con le serrande chiuse, l'inquadratura si apre verso il letto di Miata e subito sulla sinistra c'è la gabbietta di Amichi.
Miata con le coperte fino la testa chiude con una mano la sveglia che segna le 7:00.
Vignetta 2
Siamo ancora nella stanza di Miata con l'inquadratura verso la porta che è spalancata e Miata che stende le braccia per svegliarsi.
I particolari della stanza che si vedono sono un armadio da cui fuoriescono alcuni vestiti and a piece of the desk where a tree comes out.
Miata : UAAAAAAAAA
panel 3
Miata is in the bathroom where you're brushing your teeth, the shot begins on the chest to end all ' height of the mouth.
Sticker 4
You see the body but not the Miata's face that takes her clothes resting on the chair beside the bed in his room.
Miata : Perfect!
panel 5
Miata framed from behind, his face visible to 3 / 4 out the door of the house taking a backpack over one shoulder.
waved in which the mother takes a croissant (not present on the scene), while with the other hand adjusts the sunglasses that door in his face.
Miata: I go to school!
Mother : Good day!
Sticker 6
Miata with a hand in your pocket and to the dude walking down the road to school.
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- Table 2 -
panel 1 that takes two spaces
High School Miata. The cartoon shows a front shot of the school that is a model of a typical American high school, with kids going to school.
Sticker 2-3-4 each take 1 / 3 of the paper
Miata that greets with various hand gestures in different cartoons.
Miata: Hello!
Miata: Hey!
panel 5 that takes two spaces
With Miata in the background are seen in close-up guys who do acts of misunderstanding and snubbed.
Boy 1: Who is it?
Boy Snob: Puff!
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- Table 3 -
panel 1
A boy looking out his class who comes ...
panel 2
Miata closes his locker by it took 2 books. The corridor is full of young people in many different attitudes from those who put him on the shoulder of a friend who kisses the girl who walks just to those who talk with the prof.
panel 3
The boy with an expression of joy turns to his companions in warning of the arrival of Miata class, as if arriving someone famous and worthy of attention.
Wingman 1 : Ragaaa comes Miata!
Sticker 4
whistling Miata is about to enter the class
panel 5
Some kids with carnival mask of horror that are scaring Miata has just entered.
Sticker 6
Miata disconsolately goes to his solitary desk in the front row while the others laugh at him and someone pulls litter.
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Well well ... end here for today ...
PS The title seems to be confirmed:)
Hey Hey Hey .... And so it begins with the first scripts for the tables Blush no more!, Are perhaps not exceptional. D is my first experience in this area so maybe miss the essential details for the designer and maybe Syriuzzo environments such as dialogues will be very original ... The important thing is that I hope we still manage to entertain and communicate with the help of Syria what I have in mind! ;)
Well after this preamble had paraculizzante .....
- Tavola 1 -
Vignetta 1
La stanza è completamente al buio con le serrande chiuse, l'inquadratura si apre verso il letto di Miata e subito sulla sinistra c'è la gabbietta di Amichi.
Miata con le coperte fino la testa chiude con una mano la sveglia che segna le 7:00.
Vignetta 2
Siamo ancora nella stanza di Miata con l'inquadratura verso la porta che è spalancata e Miata che stende le braccia per svegliarsi.
I particolari della stanza che si vedono sono un armadio da cui fuoriescono alcuni vestiti and a piece of the desk where a tree comes out.
Miata : UAAAAAAAAA
panel 3
Miata is in the bathroom where you're brushing your teeth, the shot begins on the chest to end all ' height of the mouth.
Sticker 4
You see the body but not the Miata's face that takes her clothes resting on the chair beside the bed in his room.
Miata : Perfect!
panel 5
Miata framed from behind, his face visible to 3 / 4 out the door of the house taking a backpack over one shoulder.
waved in which the mother takes a croissant (not present on the scene), while with the other hand adjusts the sunglasses that door in his face.
Miata: I go to school!
Mother : Good day!
Sticker 6
Miata with a hand in your pocket and to the dude walking down the road to school.
------------------------------------------------ -------------------------------------------------- ----------------------
- Table 2 -
panel 1 that takes two spaces
High School Miata. The cartoon shows a front shot of the school that is a model of a typical American high school, with kids going to school.
Sticker 2-3-4 each take 1 / 3 of the paper
Miata that greets with various hand gestures in different cartoons.
Miata: Hello!
Miata: Hey!
panel 5 that takes two spaces
With Miata in the background are seen in close-up guys who do acts of misunderstanding and snubbed.
Boy 1: Who is it?
Boy Snob: Puff!
----------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------- ----------------------
- Table 3 -
panel 1
A boy looking out his class who comes ...
panel 2
Miata closes his locker by it took 2 books. The corridor is full of young people in many different attitudes from those who put him on the shoulder of a friend who kisses the girl who walks just to those who talk with the prof.
panel 3
The boy with an expression of joy turns to his companions in warning of the arrival of Miata class, as if arriving someone famous and worthy of attention.
Wingman 1 : Ragaaa comes Miata!
Sticker 4
whistling Miata is about to enter the class
panel 5
Some kids with carnival mask of horror that are scaring Miata has just entered.
Sticker 6
Miata disconsolately goes to his solitary desk in the front row while the others laugh at him and someone pulls litter.
----------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------- -------------
Well well ... end here for today ...
PS The title seems to be confirmed:)
Friday, September 14, 2007
Possible Lock Number For Vip Bags
Black Angel ... Brightwell
Wow ... Today I finished reading the thriller Angel Bones ... Italian title of "Black Angel" by John Connolly.
The novel is about a legend described dall'apocrifo of Enoch, which tells of the expulsion of 200 angels on earth from heaven to sinners of envy lust "given" to men ... One of these angels Immael held in his eyes the last vision of God in the form of a white cue ball and because of that will be removed from all angels. To get a company in its raids earth in human form, will split, giving rise to Ashmael.
Immael after a fight with a Cistercian Monaco will be locked in a prison of silver. Charlie Parker, the hero will face situations that challenge even if the same forces that appear to be supernatural and have needs that are interwoven with the mortal frailty of human pleasures and legends of the past.
The book I liked, at least for me has never been found rather tedious! The whole story was pretty well thought out, truthful references to Sedlec gave the touch of verisimilitude that collects research and my interest in reading is often a sign that the work I liked.
I had read a review on Ciao.it him branding him a book that absolutely did not deserve to be read, I bought it along with "The Silver Ring" by Diana Gabaldon on the contrary, was well rated by the "opinion" the fee, but for the "no what is beautiful is good, but it's nice what they like "the book of Diana, came to just under 100 pages in the end, I sort of put in my library and I started to read the angel of the bones believing that both of these purchases, and instead I would be disappointed ......
The book is initially a little confusing but not not exciting, because it has suffered nearly all key characters, a legend in the beginning is not understand the relevance with the events of the first part and a lack description of the protagonists. All this, however, is built like a puzzle after a hundred pages: you get to see the pro-tenant, you understand the plots, the connections of the characters . Lacks the description of the characters as protagonists of the author of several books, subscribed as a lack - in the end - even just to be lighter and further stretch the novel.
As mentioned, the whole story line well, the plot twists and the plot is there for me nicely punctuated by descriptions of changes to the movements of different actors, all this made the reading very nice:)!
Overall Rating: 8:30
I recommend: Yes
.... Nice to be alone and answer the questions: ° D ...
PS as Angela Brightwell derives from this book ... although it has connotations of the close with the character that you will find in the novel hehehehe: P
Wow ... Today I finished reading the thriller Angel Bones ... Italian title of "Black Angel" by John Connolly.
The novel is about a legend described dall'apocrifo of Enoch, which tells of the expulsion of 200 angels on earth from heaven to sinners of envy lust "given" to men ... One of these angels Immael held in his eyes the last vision of God in the form of a white cue ball and because of that will be removed from all angels. To get a company in its raids earth in human form, will split, giving rise to Ashmael.
Immael after a fight with a Cistercian Monaco will be locked in a prison of silver. Charlie Parker, the hero will face situations that challenge even if the same forces that appear to be supernatural and have needs that are interwoven with the mortal frailty of human pleasures and legends of the past.
The book I liked, at least for me has never been found rather tedious! The whole story was pretty well thought out, truthful references to Sedlec gave the touch of verisimilitude that collects research and my interest in reading is often a sign that the work I liked.
I had read a review on Ciao.it him branding him a book that absolutely did not deserve to be read, I bought it along with "The Silver Ring" by Diana Gabaldon on the contrary, was well rated by the "opinion" the fee, but for the "no what is beautiful is good, but it's nice what they like "the book of Diana, came to just under 100 pages in the end, I sort of put in my library and I started to read the angel of the bones believing that both of these purchases, and instead I would be disappointed ......
The book is initially a little confusing but not not exciting, because it has suffered nearly all key characters, a legend in the beginning is not understand the relevance with the events of the first part and a lack description of the protagonists. All this, however, is built like a puzzle after a hundred pages: you get to see the pro-tenant, you understand the plots, the connections of the characters . Lacks the description of the characters as protagonists of the author of several books, subscribed as a lack - in the end - even just to be lighter and further stretch the novel.
As mentioned, the whole story line well, the plot twists and the plot is there for me nicely punctuated by descriptions of changes to the movements of different actors, all this made the reading very nice:)!
Overall Rating: 8:30
I recommend: Yes
.... Nice to be alone and answer the questions: ° D ...
PS as Angela Brightwell derives from this book ... although it has connotations of the close with the character that you will find in the novel hehehehe: P
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
Waxing How To Treat Burn
recapping ... Just a little ..
little can fail to feel the earth under your feet ... a thermometer that marks 39.9 ... and all other problems seem trivial!
little can fail to feel the earth under your feet ... a thermometer that marks 39.9 ... and all other problems seem trivial!
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Pottery Barn Charleston Slip Covers
Angel Tales ... 3
Well it was some days never published anything of my "novel", but rather are taken by so many things and especially the novel is at rest. Await new inspiration that I hope will allow me to punctuate the weekly publication on the journal ...
I did not repeat the invitation, so I followed him down the aisle of the church earlier, the sacristy and then after a series of corridors that surprised me because the church from the outside seemed be much smaller and not able to hide all these places.
Having turned, smiled and gave me a peek of understanding, almost reading my thoughts he said to the priest explained: "There seems to be out so great is not it? We are the foundations of the church ... "
I continued to follow him, what first appeared to be a little man of little importance now seems to be an almost mystical person.
arrived in the guesthouse which was to be housed in an old building probably of medieval origin.
" This is your room, rest, tomorrow will go his way if he wants ..." over these words disappeared into the dark corridor as it had appeared in the church just minutes before.
This whole series of events might have upset anyone, but I felt strangely relaxed, as if all that happened in that sacred place was the normal course of events that I knew I had to follow.
I threw myself on the gurney and felt something bite me in the mattress and scratchy clothes, so I realized that the mattress was stuffed with straw, but also the floor at that time awakened the sleeping inside me.
I took off the bandage from the eye, I had a gash along the eyebrow to the cheekbone that had to go back to some time ago because it will hurt me the color was thinking of a recent injury.
I wondered what or who I had caused this blindness, I tried to open the eye but the eye muscle failed to obey the command prescribed, so with a finger up for the absence and saw that the eye was white, vitreous and only a scratch reddish split the eyeball. I was disgusted at the sight, I went back the bandage and went back to my bed.
After a while I fell asleep deeply do not know for how long, and I woke up haunted by the rumor out of my room. I got sleepy and angry to see who was outside my door, I realized that the complaints were similar to those that felt between the trees. I opened the door, but as a voice of horror novels expert suggested to me, I found absolutely no one, even though I was surrounded by around these groans and tears appealing. I thought I had really come to a place of ghosts, I heard voices very close even though there was no one around. I turned to the dark hallway, knocked on the doors of shelters that were all uninhabited. I waved, I looked behind me. The voices were still there but seemed to be different as the pace of those who hounded the corridor, almost as if I was doing way through a crowd of people looking for help or comfort but that they wanted to draw sympathy reality I awoke in anxiety and fear.
I started running in panic now, the corridor seemed to gradually change and the walls became more refined and treated as those of the guest.
Saturday, September 8, 2007
Where Is Diana Zubiri?
Profiles "Blush no more" ...
Well after a lunch that lasted several days. D here is the first character profiles ...
Starring: Miata
Eyes: Brown Hair
: Blacks
Build: Normal
Age: 18 years - 19 years
Character: Introvert, thoughtful, intelligent, careless, timid.
Hobbies: Bonsai, hotel soaps, violin (?).
Specialties: Become red when embarrassed, you put your hand in front of the mouth when it reflects or feel under pressure.
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Vecchietto: Mr. Tokohiro
Eyes: Blue Hair
: Bianchi
Body a little curved
Back Age: 83 years
Character: mock test, easily irritable, it is believed youth, touchy, arrogant.
always dressed 50's style sunglasses with a policeman and a gangster hat, the few white hair pulled back and stick ...
owns an antique shop and bonsai, loves to recount his exploits as a young man.
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Girls: Marika
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown
Age: 12 years
Personality: highly intelligent, awake, extroverted.
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Hamster: Friends
hates his master and would like to its evil, but behaves opposite for fear of losing the care that his master assures him daily.
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Class
21 3 clever boys, one artist ( the beautiful), two musicians, seven sports, five dancers (including three cheerleaders), 3 anonymous (including the protagonist)
12 boys
9 girls, all very nice
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Well after a lunch that lasted several days. D here is the first character profiles ...
Starring: Miata
Eyes: Brown Hair
: Blacks
Build: Normal
Age: 18 years - 19 years
Character: Introvert, thoughtful, intelligent, careless, timid.
Hobbies: Bonsai, hotel soaps, violin (?).
Specialties: Become red when embarrassed, you put your hand in front of the mouth when it reflects or feel under pressure.
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Vecchietto: Mr. Tokohiro
Eyes: Blue Hair
: Bianchi
Body a little curved
Back Age: 83 years
Character: mock test, easily irritable, it is believed youth, touchy, arrogant.
always dressed 50's style sunglasses with a policeman and a gangster hat, the few white hair pulled back and stick ...
owns an antique shop and bonsai, loves to recount his exploits as a young man.
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Girls: Marika
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Brown
Age: 12 years
Personality: highly intelligent, awake, extroverted.
------------------------------------------------ --------------------------------------
Hamster: Friends
hates his master and would like to its evil, but behaves opposite for fear of losing the care that his master assures him daily.
------------------------------------------------ --------------------------------------
Class
21 3 clever boys, one artist ( the beautiful), two musicians, seven sports, five dancers (including three cheerleaders), 3 anonymous (including the protagonist)
12 boys
9 girls, all very nice
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Friday, September 7, 2007
How Much Do The Rabies Vaccine Cost?
I wish, I wish, I wish ....
A house in order ... the aftermath of the move still standing by me in April are wearing out ... I think the torture of Tantalus.
time for my cats ... to treat them and play with them as they deserve. Concentration
to write ... the deadline has passed .. I'm also missing this train.
Peace of mind for transcribing and studying (I know that I will away)
A string ... I would like a maid
A house in order ... the aftermath of the move still standing by me in April are wearing out ... I think the torture of Tantalus.
time for my cats ... to treat them and play with them as they deserve. Concentration
to write ... the deadline has passed .. I'm also missing this train.
Peace of mind for transcribing and studying (I know that I will away)
A string ... I would like a maid
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
How Long After A Wax Can You Shower
Shonen - Syri0_ _GRT-story
Mhhh well well this morning begin testing of the shonen manga-to-Syrio_ _GTR my favorite mangaka) (I hope it will come out and lasting collaboration profiqua: D. ... Well of course it will decide the title
Syrio for now we will call it code-named "Blush no more "... why this title? Mmmm ... well, because the manga will be a strange guy who will always be in the wrong place at the wrong time ...
Today we'll write a step-story, the setting (but are not technical terms invented by me hahahahah) and draw the characters' personalities Fundamental ...
Step-story:
The story will have a logical thread, and the stakes are substantially related to it, all will turn on the final year of high school star. The protagonist in this last year will more strongly in previous years to become known and researched some of his high school, many friends to get out of his solitude imposed by the target adolescent and finally find a girl.
The social situation of the protagonist:
His best friend .... a hamster named [] does not have a social life exciting ... spends most of the day to care for its collections of soaps from hotels and bonsai. The only human friends are those that met via chat, an old man who taught him everything about bonsai and soaps from hotels and a girl in love with him (but not the first episode).
----> Step fundamental
It starts with waking up to the first day of school the description of the main character will aim to give a character from fighettone that will last until the first disaster caused by his classmates in the classroom .
representative of the Election Halloween High School
New Year (?)
Talent Scout
Day Trip end of year exams
Delivery diplomas
Day greetings to the final with fellow
It 's time for lunch ..... continue after
Mhhh well well this morning begin testing of the shonen manga-to-Syrio_ _GTR my favorite mangaka) (I hope it will come out and lasting collaboration profiqua: D. ... Well of course it will decide the title
Syrio for now we will call it code-named "Blush no more "... why this title? Mmmm ... well, because the manga will be a strange guy who will always be in the wrong place at the wrong time ...
Today we'll write a step-story, the setting (but are not technical terms invented by me hahahahah) and draw the characters' personalities Fundamental ...
Step-story:
The story will have a logical thread, and the stakes are substantially related to it, all will turn on the final year of high school star. The protagonist in this last year will more strongly in previous years to become known and researched some of his high school, many friends to get out of his solitude imposed by the target adolescent and finally find a girl.
The social situation of the protagonist:
His best friend .... a hamster named [] does not have a social life exciting ... spends most of the day to care for its collections of soaps from hotels and bonsai. The only human friends are those that met via chat, an old man who taught him everything about bonsai and soaps from hotels and a girl in love with him (but not the first episode).
----> Step fundamental
It starts with waking up to the first day of school the description of the main character will aim to give a character from fighettone that will last until the first disaster caused by his classmates in the classroom .
representative of the Election Halloween High School
New Year (?)
Talent Scout
Day Trip end of year exams
Delivery diplomas
Day greetings to the final with fellow
It 's time for lunch ..... continue after
Monday, September 3, 2007
Manhattanillesztőprogram
Waaaaaa AND .... I'm
What Fullmetal Alchemist character are you? - Http: \\ \\ www.fmaplanet.com
You are Edward Elric. Very loyal and honest, you do not care how you judge others (unless you are talking about your height). Are you pursuing an aim of doing everything to achieve it. Having trouble making friends and to be confident in the people, but once you become a disease a wonderful person, willing to do anything for friends. Sometimes you to easily irritable, and your excessive frankness can be mistaken for malice, but when not so. Ami tell it like it is. Take this quiz
!
Quizilla standing next to me ... It looks a bit! She has an account on livejournal! MA LOL! I thought there were not many people in Italy and write this blog-site, I think everybody tried hard to make their blog more msn-cool as possible ... but snubbing the others:) just
Mhhh release his post he is writing for 3 hours now ... :. D to add between friends.
What Fullmetal Alchemist character are you? - Http: \\ \\ www.fmaplanet.com
You are Edward Elric. Very loyal and honest, you do not care how you judge others (unless you are talking about your height). Are you pursuing an aim of doing everything to achieve it. Having trouble making friends and to be confident in the people, but once you become a disease a wonderful person, willing to do anything for friends. Sometimes you to easily irritable, and your excessive frankness can be mistaken for malice, but when not so. Ami tell it like it is. Take this quiz
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Quizilla standing next to me ... It looks a bit! She has an account on livejournal! MA LOL! I thought there were not many people in Italy and write this blog-site, I think everybody tried hard to make their blog more msn-cool as possible ... but snubbing the others:) just
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What Does A Filling Cost
angelbrightwell @ 2007-09-03T12: 44:00
Well I guess the first part has not read any ... hehehehehe however, publish the second .... ------------------------------------------------ ----------------------->
I went to the church because it seemed the more hospitable place at that time, while the direction of greater quiet allowed me to think that I was not sure who I was although I was sure I was there, that somehow I was influencing the passage of time. I could feel the air on your skin sticky and my self suggested to me that those feelings I was trying, nobody else in my place. arrived in front of the portico of the church so I opened it enough to pass, I entered, even though I was not sure to be a Catholic I mentioned a bow and a sign of the cross in front of the crucifix placed on the wall before me, I sat on the bench to rest at last my weary limbs. My research had found a proper rest and the place where I was fully carried out the duty of contemplation, and so almost I found myself without wanting to ponder again what I was doing. I was looking for what would satisfy a sense of emptiness, helplessness and alienation from reality, but not reap the full reason for my suchen, but a burning sensation and anxiety pervaded the chest when I was pondering the problem to the attention of my brain . Surrounded myself not feel the approach of the priest who seemed to materialize from nowhere and just a faint but full of greeting his guest startled me, and so I noticed.
He was dressed in classic black clergy, was an anonymous figure that surely would not have remembered long after leaving that town.
Well I guess the first part has not read any ... hehehehehe however, publish the second .... ------------------------------------------------ ----------------------->
I went to the church because it seemed the more hospitable place at that time, while the direction of greater quiet allowed me to think that I was not sure who I was although I was sure I was there, that somehow I was influencing the passage of time. I could feel the air on your skin sticky and my self suggested to me that those feelings I was trying, nobody else in my place. arrived in front of the portico of the church so I opened it enough to pass, I entered, even though I was not sure to be a Catholic I mentioned a bow and a sign of the cross in front of the crucifix placed on the wall before me, I sat on the bench to rest at last my weary limbs. My research had found a proper rest and the place where I was fully carried out the duty of contemplation, and so almost I found myself without wanting to ponder again what I was doing. I was looking for what would satisfy a sense of emptiness, helplessness and alienation from reality, but not reap the full reason for my suchen, but a burning sensation and anxiety pervaded the chest when I was pondering the problem to the attention of my brain . Surrounded myself not feel the approach of the priest who seemed to materialize from nowhere and just a faint but full of greeting his guest startled me, and so I noticed.
He was dressed in classic black clergy, was an anonymous figure that surely would not have remembered long after leaving that town.
"I am the priest of this church, you are a foreigner?"
"Yes" I replied.
"I will not ask by what is' running away or what they are looking for, but I imagine that a bench is not the most comfortable place to rest."
I realized that I was finished with the first lie down on the bench where I sat, so I simply got up and gave me a shrug.
certainly did not seem to be something common in this town that a stranger came to find shelter, but I was reassured by the discretion that the priest offered me because I did not even know exactly what I was looking for or if I was actually running away.
not read many newspapers and so I was not aware of current events, but I knew it was not a peaceful period for humanity, for the statement that perhaps the priest did not seem very unusual.
"Forgive me for intruding curate, but did not know where else to go and view the church I took advantage of its silent invitation to enter to find refreshment
" That's why I leave the porch open ... "and with a slow movement gave me his back and beckoned me to follow him.
Saturday, September 1, 2007
New Games Like Fantage
Angel Brightwell Brightwell Tales Angel Tales
I still have not decided on a final title at least ... I just set a little plot of the story, did some drawing for better represent the environments and say the "moral of the story" for the rest is to write: P. .. the book 'a little advanced than I will publish from time to time ... obviously because I always have to read it again and correct the mistakes ...
Here is the beginning:
The eye patch and a gust of hot wind that made me tear the other eye only allowed me to distinguish the sections of the trail he was running. I got a good point, but more hidden object by looking at the end of my journey as I felt I did not know what is looming ahead and a sense of oppression and confusion made me harder the rest of the journey.
The twigs of the mountain swayed to the sultry sound of the lament of the wind shook the branches of higher trees, but the desire to reach the goal agonist and still unknown, he encouraged me to tackle the sense of mental cloudiness clouding his mind and I tried to take me back on my feet certainly more reliable than those taken, but also less happy than I could make once quenched the desire that I felt right in the gut.
proceeded to stagger not conscious of what I had around, just trying to focus on the path traced by the soil was not beaten that I noticed no one was trampled by at least lately, so that seemed to draw them my way. The senses were all
collected on my goal and just the hassle procuratomi made me notice the humming and moaning around me who do not pay attention, however, could not stop, and I just had nowhere to go but forward.
Scortomi by a large boulder that appeared to be the back of a giant beast with the ancestral coat made of moss soaked by a frost that made the support very slippery, I saw down in the valley is a typical mountain village with its cottages with fireplace and dipping roof covering the city center headed by a typical country church.
decided that maybe I could find relief there, so went down the slope and soon reached the entrance to the Alpine town. The area of the leaden
valley made it a surreal city and the shadows that were built on the inner walls of the houses looked like ghosts at last in their natural habitat.
I still have not decided on a final title at least ... I just set a little plot of the story, did some drawing for better represent the environments and say the "moral of the story" for the rest is to write: P. .. the book 'a little advanced than I will publish from time to time ... obviously because I always have to read it again and correct the mistakes ...
Here is the beginning:
The eye patch and a gust of hot wind that made me tear the other eye only allowed me to distinguish the sections of the trail he was running. I got a good point, but more hidden object by looking at the end of my journey as I felt I did not know what is looming ahead and a sense of oppression and confusion made me harder the rest of the journey.
The twigs of the mountain swayed to the sultry sound of the lament of the wind shook the branches of higher trees, but the desire to reach the goal agonist and still unknown, he encouraged me to tackle the sense of mental cloudiness clouding his mind and I tried to take me back on my feet certainly more reliable than those taken, but also less happy than I could make once quenched the desire that I felt right in the gut.
proceeded to stagger not conscious of what I had around, just trying to focus on the path traced by the soil was not beaten that I noticed no one was trampled by at least lately, so that seemed to draw them my way. The senses were all
collected on my goal and just the hassle procuratomi made me notice the humming and moaning around me who do not pay attention, however, could not stop, and I just had nowhere to go but forward.
Scortomi by a large boulder that appeared to be the back of a giant beast with the ancestral coat made of moss soaked by a frost that made the support very slippery, I saw down in the valley is a typical mountain village with its cottages with fireplace and dipping roof covering the city center headed by a typical country church.
decided that maybe I could find relief there, so went down the slope and soon reached the entrance to the Alpine town. The area of the leaden
valley made it a surreal city and the shadows that were built on the inner walls of the houses looked like ghosts at last in their natural habitat.
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Buy A Green Tree Python Snake Canada
am as usual to the computer after it managed to stay only 30 minutes before the books ... I can not really ... but why? I miss the method of study? I lack the will? Or in reality this is not the road I must follow?
I do not understand ... I'm really confused ... I can not delay for another year of my studies, I have to engage in earnest this year, I lost time and try to at least graduate in four years otherwise abandon the idea of the university. (What
sadness, frustration ... that I have to leave something, I feel it inside me, is that sense of oppression that stops me stomach and the mind and makes me nerves. But what do I get rid? What is the cause of this trouble? I do not even know me!! And this scares me ....
I'm afraid of disappointing myself and others, I know I should not care what others think, I understood, I know for a long time but I can not do this I thought and then you need to know?
I need a cooling off period? What should I think?
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Eyebrow Shapes Images
this is the way I have to go? Let's Start
This is my first entry on my journal, and i want to write something special in my calabricenglish not ... heheheh sorry if my Inglese is bad, But I prefer to write down without help of anyType dictionary ... Well if you like notice something wrong, please tell it to me... Bye!
This is my first entry on my journal, and i want to write something special in my calabricenglish not ... heheheh sorry if my Inglese is bad, But I prefer to write down without help of anyType dictionary ... Well if you like notice something wrong, please tell it to me... Bye!
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