Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Sunday, November 8, 2009
How To Fit Cigarette Lighter In Car? Diagram
Chronicle of a normal day strike at Trenitalia
I take the train from Arezzo to 16:45, 18:06 to coincide with smn in Florence to Pisa. Everything is normal, smooth as glass.
Until within the station. Where known immediately on the board, the absence of that train of desperate people and a strange camp with bags and suitcases, plus a traffic jam at the ticket office. Inquires type, while it makes me a ticket, and with this high-pitched voice but inaudible because of the glass he replies 's strike, strike!
Me: shit.
Vabbeh, I say, let's wait. Meanwhile, I walk around supermarkets with mami and papi, and I buy a pair of gloves prudently. At 18:25, with twenty minutes late and a hundred people really angry, do not get a train, no. two cars arrive .
Fight for the post, glorious conquest. A snail's pace we proceed, at 19:00 and arrive in Florence ... where to find the camp of desperate travelers, the desert of employees to information (not even a porter to blame!) and four, I say FOUR Through trains to Pisa or deleted. More trains to Arezzo, in case you want to go back, also canceled.
After making friends with a Dominican girl (who came with me on the train) and two at Monza, which had falls to the station, and a group of Rastas who fomented a strike strike XD, a slice of pizza at the bar, 3 € for the information, a change of track and a little game of agonizing 's exchange wagons' are finally able to take the train.
I made friends with the girl mentioned above, I found a fellow countryman on the same train (where are you? Castle. Ah, I Borgo. Ahh hour six of my parts ... then no, we distinguish, there are the Castle, I have a Lama! \u0026lt;--- 3-4 km difference XD) and I avoided by a hair downpour that probably tomorrow I will fold in two to one.
However, the train finally deigned to come was to Livorno. Those for Pisa them canceled until midnight and beyond, although both did the same route. W Livorno, Pisa * Wed
I take the train from Arezzo to 16:45, 18:06 to coincide with smn in Florence to Pisa. Everything is normal, smooth as glass.
Until within the station. Where known immediately on the board, the absence of that train of desperate people and a strange camp with bags and suitcases, plus a traffic jam at the ticket office. Inquires type, while it makes me a ticket, and with this high-pitched voice but inaudible because of the glass he replies 's strike, strike!
Me: shit.
Vabbeh, I say, let's wait. Meanwhile, I walk around supermarkets with mami and papi, and I buy a pair of gloves prudently. At 18:25, with twenty minutes late and a hundred people really angry, do not get a train, no. two cars arrive .
Fight for the post, glorious conquest. A snail's pace we proceed, at 19:00 and arrive in Florence ... where to find the camp of desperate travelers, the desert of employees to information (not even a porter to blame!) and four, I say FOUR Through trains to Pisa or deleted. More trains to Arezzo, in case you want to go back, also canceled.
After making friends with a Dominican girl (who came with me on the train) and two at Monza, which had falls to the station, and a group of Rastas who fomented a strike strike XD, a slice of pizza at the bar, 3 € for the information, a change of track and a little game of agonizing 's exchange wagons' are finally able to take the train.
I made friends with the girl mentioned above, I found a fellow countryman on the same train (where are you? Castle. Ah, I Borgo. Ahh hour six of my parts ... then no, we distinguish, there are the Castle, I have a Lama! \u0026lt;--- 3-4 km difference XD) and I avoided by a hair downpour that probably tomorrow I will fold in two to one.
However, the train finally deigned to come was to Livorno. Those for Pisa them canceled until midnight and beyond, although both did the same route. W Livorno, Pisa * Wed
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Safely Remove Usb Webcam
Man and / or pork?
to XD Ok, the only way he can understand those who have read carefully (no, not worth the summaries of the English test in high school!) That little delight that is Animal Farm (ah, Orwell) then I apologize.
This place comes from a reflection of my 160 minutes by train (with about 40 and passes). Undecided about which book to bring to pass the time, I pulled out almost at random from my battery-read-before-or-later Fahrenheit 451. Relaxing reading, I think.
Wrong. Apart from the first, confusing introduction to the history pages, is passionate and deep. Basically there is a terrible reflection on the future of the human race, so prophetic that came near the end caught me a tremendous sense of nausea (exacerbated by the special that I can not hear their books burned XD It goes against everything they have based my life! )
I have read almost all books of fiction of the 'old school' by Verne, Orwell, Asimov ... although I've probably never as beloved genre (for me to remain on all the fantasy and history, not forgetting the thriller or horror, when he still wrote something really horror) I've never been disappointed. But I came to do a couple of considerations.
All authors from the beginning of the century until the '50s, aided by the historical period of transition, world wars, the collapse of Wall Street and so on. etc.. were affected by a deep mistrust of the human race. None of them, ever, give hope to a humanity destined to self-destruction now mental and material well-being. We are the product of a post-industrial revolution, where the object, the thing, the property is invaluable and that human life is rubbish. Brains harvested from 24h on 24 large screens that project 'images full of color' but devoid of content, where we are constantly monitored, analyzed, poisoned by a universal nothing against which we have not (and do not want to have) defenses. A general 'pull the plug, boys' and leaves a deep sense of depression, because although these authors have seen the beginning, we shall live with the consequences.
I live in a world where you have the latest fashion sweater Zara and just missed. Where to thirteen years you have to start breaking for the plate to the mother, the cosmetics, designer clothes, to sneak out on Saturday night to go clubbing. Learning to smoke, drink strong stuff, maybe try something more heavy once in a while to unpack, have fun. If you complete the slam into a car by just a pimply eighteen-cool but you're alright. You can spend the rest of your teenage years to repeat the same things and get bored.
There is no escape. You are constantly bombarded by advertising and ipercolorate absurd, inconsistent desires live following, and you're empty, empty, empty.
Fahrenheit 451 begins with the phrase " It was a joy to start the fire. "Putting aside the delusion of an accomplished arsonist safe, even if the context is different following this sentence, I completely understand what drove the author to write XD (Although I can generally be serene, if not happy, even amid the sea of shit that is the company U_U)
(I am the old lady if you must burn the books, it does so in person and at the same time by fire.)
to XD Ok, the only way he can understand those who have read carefully (no, not worth the summaries of the English test in high school!) That little delight that is Animal Farm (ah, Orwell) then I apologize.
This place comes from a reflection of my 160 minutes by train (with about 40 and passes). Undecided about which book to bring to pass the time, I pulled out almost at random from my battery-read-before-or-later Fahrenheit 451. Relaxing reading, I think.
Wrong. Apart from the first, confusing introduction to the history pages, is passionate and deep. Basically there is a terrible reflection on the future of the human race, so prophetic that came near the end caught me a tremendous sense of nausea (exacerbated by the special that I can not hear their books burned XD It goes against everything they have based my life! )
I have read almost all books of fiction of the 'old school' by Verne, Orwell, Asimov ... although I've probably never as beloved genre (for me to remain on all the fantasy and history, not forgetting the thriller or horror, when he still wrote something really horror) I've never been disappointed. But I came to do a couple of considerations.
All authors from the beginning of the century until the '50s, aided by the historical period of transition, world wars, the collapse of Wall Street and so on. etc.. were affected by a deep mistrust of the human race. None of them, ever, give hope to a humanity destined to self-destruction now mental and material well-being. We are the product of a post-industrial revolution, where the object, the thing, the property is invaluable and that human life is rubbish. Brains harvested from 24h on 24 large screens that project 'images full of color' but devoid of content, where we are constantly monitored, analyzed, poisoned by a universal nothing against which we have not (and do not want to have) defenses. A general 'pull the plug, boys' and leaves a deep sense of depression, because although these authors have seen the beginning, we shall live with the consequences.
I live in a world where you have the latest fashion sweater Zara and just missed. Where to thirteen years you have to start breaking for the plate to the mother, the cosmetics, designer clothes, to sneak out on Saturday night to go clubbing. Learning to smoke, drink strong stuff, maybe try something more heavy once in a while to unpack, have fun. If you complete the slam into a car by just a pimply eighteen-cool but you're alright. You can spend the rest of your teenage years to repeat the same things and get bored.
There is no escape. You are constantly bombarded by advertising and ipercolorate absurd, inconsistent desires live following, and you're empty, empty, empty.
Fahrenheit 451 begins with the phrase " It was a joy to start the fire. "Putting aside the delusion of an accomplished arsonist safe, even if the context is different following this sentence, I completely understand what drove the author to write XD (Although I can generally be serene, if not happy, even amid the sea of shit that is the company U_U)
(I am the old lady if you must burn the books, it does so in person and at the same time by fire.)
Monday, October 12, 2009
2001 Mustang Engine Diagram
The Pisan ...
Pisa is a strange city. It goes from hot to cold torrential storms in one day (but this is normal everywhere now). I hits the Tower of Pisa, so particular, and the surrounding area neat and clean in an almost manic, and you just a few feet away, explore the narrow alleys of the city, you have to do to jump to avoid garbage scattered around to mo 'trap.
Street vendors (and illegal) to every street corner, offering a wide range of tarot course, that change immediately umbrellas of various shapes as soon as the sky darkens (increasing the price by 50% when it starts raining really)
And people. People here do not know half-measures. As with any purely tourist town, or for students, meeting really nice people, those pamper you without being asked, you smile, give you free sandwiches, help you find your way or pay at the table, we just advise on purchases made or intends to do. Then, like a cold shower, you clash with the passer-by, the next seller. Rude, nervous, rude. Ask that they will end the work started and they answer wrong, the fact that you're a strong girl, young and alone, without the direct support of parents who are far away, you reproached not to call the phone number that they themselves have given you, you monologues about how to make them are poor and honest workers who only work their week and leave you without hot water because it is tiring care of this. You enter the house without even asking permission, stick their noses in the rooms and they tell you to paint the walls of a house you've rented for three days. They make you wait hours in line at the information service, with the application form filled out for the membership card in hand, disappear for hours hoping you will give up and you go, even the intercom call a colleague who is taking this membership card lying two feet from them on the same bench that the waste and gives you the cursing. People who are small, and when you, with a fake smile on his face but cheerful, thanking them for their kindly and thoroughly infinite patience, care to point out to him with small gestures clothes soaked with water, the broken umbrella, the three heavy shopping bags in hand, coughed slightly to emphasize the probable pneumonia that you took to wait for them comfortable. And then you look for the very first time, with those eyes that always elusive avoid cross your eyes or staring at you with arrogance, and perhaps feel the first signs of shame (the clerks of the PAM), and a bit of sound fear that it never hurts when you retire in a separate room, being careful not to close the door firmly and speaking loudly with the roommate who, of course, by today if not solve the problem of hot water called the friend lawyer, so Photos of the house as they gave us and the work we have done, that we remain quiet even without showers, but remain without underwear. And the infinite satisfaction of feeling devilish hurry to dial the number, and speak in whispers urgently oh these girls mean business, and now what? Calm now solve now you keep them calm
Patience is the most precious treasure that you can own. The kindness, even false, the second.
balls only the priceless treasure of these treasures. And it is better that they are of steel.
Pisa is a strange city. It goes from hot to cold torrential storms in one day (but this is normal everywhere now). I hits the Tower of Pisa, so particular, and the surrounding area neat and clean in an almost manic, and you just a few feet away, explore the narrow alleys of the city, you have to do to jump to avoid garbage scattered around to mo 'trap.
Street vendors (and illegal) to every street corner, offering a wide range of tarot course, that change immediately umbrellas of various shapes as soon as the sky darkens (increasing the price by 50% when it starts raining really)
And people. People here do not know half-measures. As with any purely tourist town, or for students, meeting really nice people, those pamper you without being asked, you smile, give you free sandwiches, help you find your way or pay at the table, we just advise on purchases made or intends to do. Then, like a cold shower, you clash with the passer-by, the next seller. Rude, nervous, rude. Ask that they will end the work started and they answer wrong, the fact that you're a strong girl, young and alone, without the direct support of parents who are far away, you reproached not to call the phone number that they themselves have given you, you monologues about how to make them are poor and honest workers who only work their week and leave you without hot water because it is tiring care of this. You enter the house without even asking permission, stick their noses in the rooms and they tell you to paint the walls of a house you've rented for three days. They make you wait hours in line at the information service, with the application form filled out for the membership card in hand, disappear for hours hoping you will give up and you go, even the intercom call a colleague who is taking this membership card lying two feet from them on the same bench that the waste and gives you the cursing. People who are small, and when you, with a fake smile on his face but cheerful, thanking them for their kindly and thoroughly infinite patience, care to point out to him with small gestures clothes soaked with water, the broken umbrella, the three heavy shopping bags in hand, coughed slightly to emphasize the probable pneumonia that you took to wait for them comfortable. And then you look for the very first time, with those eyes that always elusive avoid cross your eyes or staring at you with arrogance, and perhaps feel the first signs of shame (the clerks of the PAM), and a bit of sound fear that it never hurts when you retire in a separate room, being careful not to close the door firmly and speaking loudly with the roommate who, of course, by today if not solve the problem of hot water called the friend lawyer, so Photos of the house as they gave us and the work we have done, that we remain quiet even without showers, but remain without underwear. And the infinite satisfaction of feeling devilish hurry to dial the number, and speak in whispers urgently oh these girls mean business, and now what? Calm now solve now you keep them calm
Patience is the most precious treasure that you can own. The kindness, even false, the second.
balls only the priceless treasure of these treasures. And it is better that they are of steel.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Papoose Knitting Pattern
First day of uni ...
So, I promised that I would have done live before, but there were some (many) problemini.
Then, we start from the beginning:
Saturday: We have taken up the bulk of my stuff, that the end is not so much because I do the commute. When I arrived the roommate was already waiting. Knowing that we were there to pay, and two days before the courses even without a home, those of the agency and the hosts have obviously throwing away their false politeness (I was wondering when they would have done, but even before signature ...) threatening to tear the contract signed in response to our requests for the system a little house that was unlivable conditions. After the signing of contract (because the house itself is nice, mica two geese will not drive them!), the companion of my uncles are gone and we started to fix the Popes did various odd jobs and stuff to finish what they were left unresolved. We even clean the debris left by Operario. Then we went home
Sunday: large housing costs, especially for repairs. We went there late, and raining heavily. Since the house is in the process we had to park far away, on foot and bring the stuff (the parking lot was packed, a nightmare!) In the rain. Papi has repaired the locks on the rooms, that either did not work or in my case had been scassinate (O_o) Fortunately I have a father and a mother addicted to the multi-purpose cleaning, my roommate and I sense we were in the middle of a road (sic) I and the other girl we went out to eat, but she was sick and then I have half a jelly sandwich giant went on to mami XD. There was a moment of emotion when they are gone leaving me here with a lot of embrace of popes (which embraces me only on important occasions, like when he goes on a business trip ... only this time I I was going!) and a few tear. But it was not as traumatic as I feared (the rest tomorrow I get home XD)
Start of classes Monday. I found the only crowds of Pisa that makes lessons at 8 and a half in the morning. So I got up early and took a croissant in the bar downstairs and empty a bottle of water (which saved me from dehydration!) And I joined the river of students with their shoulder bags from marching station at one o'clock. It 'was a moving moment, the air was special, I would say sparkling and the sun had yet to finish well to rise and there was a particular light. Of course, while finding the way I am now lost in unison - or rather, I knew where I was, but where was that damned classroom! I crossed the Department of Computer Science a girl with the chador, lost even more than me, and luckily I did the same course, so we started hunting. Once in the classroom were very kind prof (programming has two modules and two prof, and one of this year unfortunately teaches the fundamentals of math in programming .... grrr), I climbed up on the last empty chair with the ability of a monkey XD (that effect all students, silent and attentive O_o I'm not used). My usual deficit in attention has not even presented, the profs are all nice for now, they explain very well and with all the silence that there will not make any effort to take notes or else ... Output from there I went shopping, a recharge, a library (I bought The Son of Neil Gaiman's Graveyard x3) and the comic behind the house *.* Gh, what fun! Too bad that to go to the Faculty of the road will be straight, and then there is a small, turn right and then back straight, but I missed the turn back and I am over the other side of Pisa XD I found it strange because the first leg suffered the way! At home there was no hot water, part of the furniture, gas, kitchen chaos anyway ... We had to make do without including bars and restaurants and take a shower (gh), or walking km per day is essential. Puzzo, here XD I told my companion did the trick to move all the courses in October, and now blessed she is bored at home ... I also accompanied by tram / abutobus to repair the cell. Inconveniences aside I felt really happy, I love uni!
Tuesday More trouble. E 'come the plumber and the gas to start the hot water but nada, there was a fight to call the plumber for service and even a fight between him and call my father (is ; a conceited asshole who will not tell you, but if you're willing to work at home!) The Italians should learn to be less arrogant. The worker who brings moblili hand in hand, the immigrant as you want, is friendly, helpful, honest, and even if you do not treat you like a twenty piece by foot, you ask permission, excuse me, can I? Not like the other entering uninvited into the house and insult you even if you ask do his job. The hosts? Poof, gone. While we agonize for a shower was made 2 seconds to see the landlord, who observed the work eating a jelly and then it was given to escape. For the sake of time I had class from 4 to 5 ½ x3 And I again missed the turn back. I ended up across the speed, again, but this time the west XD
Wednesday Also due time, no lesson. They came to install the kitchen and some furniture, very pretty but the plumber (you again) to fix the drain to make it working ... And who had to call him and the gaffer? I. Why me? Because the owner has done see two minutes and then it was time to flee. To her it must be made cute, little care if something works or not. Today, even now should be the type of boiler systems and we hope (dooccciaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh. ..) everything, plus an electrician and plumber, and the type of furniture. The house is nice and livable, and if we can fix these things move me from here no one x3 Apart from back home is always better.
For a while I have not even had internet. Cursed committed tim, when I get back to you cable eyes. (But now I have solved - I hope - even this one)
Papi, which discharges them into sticks half an hour and can do all these chores that others take hours and hours, and following it from home, I think is going to a blackout for rabies XD Poor me! \u0026lt;/ Lj-cut>
So, I promised that I would have done live before, but there were some (many) problemini.
Then, we start from the beginning:
Saturday: We have taken up the bulk of my stuff, that the end is not so much because I do the commute. When I arrived the roommate was already waiting. Knowing that we were there to pay, and two days before the courses even without a home, those of the agency and the hosts have obviously throwing away their false politeness (I was wondering when they would have done, but even before signature ...) threatening to tear the contract signed in response to our requests for the system a little house that was unlivable conditions. After the signing of contract (because the house itself is nice, mica two geese will not drive them!), the companion of my uncles are gone and we started to fix the Popes did various odd jobs and stuff to finish what they were left unresolved. We even clean the debris left by Operario. Then we went home
Sunday: large housing costs, especially for repairs. We went there late, and raining heavily. Since the house is in the process we had to park far away, on foot and bring the stuff (the parking lot was packed, a nightmare!) In the rain. Papi has repaired the locks on the rooms, that either did not work or in my case had been scassinate (O_o) Fortunately I have a father and a mother addicted to the multi-purpose cleaning, my roommate and I sense we were in the middle of a road (sic) I and the other girl we went out to eat, but she was sick and then I have half a jelly sandwich giant went on to mami XD. There was a moment of emotion when they are gone leaving me here with a lot of embrace of popes (which embraces me only on important occasions, like when he goes on a business trip ... only this time I I was going!) and a few tear. But it was not as traumatic as I feared (the rest tomorrow I get home XD)
Start of classes Monday. I found the only crowds of Pisa that makes lessons at 8 and a half in the morning. So I got up early and took a croissant in the bar downstairs and empty a bottle of water (which saved me from dehydration!) And I joined the river of students with their shoulder bags from marching station at one o'clock. It 'was a moving moment, the air was special, I would say sparkling and the sun had yet to finish well to rise and there was a particular light. Of course, while finding the way I am now lost in unison - or rather, I knew where I was, but where was that damned classroom! I crossed the Department of Computer Science a girl with the chador, lost even more than me, and luckily I did the same course, so we started hunting. Once in the classroom were very kind prof (programming has two modules and two prof, and one of this year unfortunately teaches the fundamentals of math in programming .... grrr), I climbed up on the last empty chair with the ability of a monkey XD (that effect all students, silent and attentive O_o I'm not used). My usual deficit in attention has not even presented, the profs are all nice for now, they explain very well and with all the silence that there will not make any effort to take notes or else ... Output from there I went shopping, a recharge, a library (I bought The Son of Neil Gaiman's Graveyard x3) and the comic behind the house *.* Gh, what fun! Too bad that to go to the Faculty of the road will be straight, and then there is a small, turn right and then back straight, but I missed the turn back and I am over the other side of Pisa XD I found it strange because the first leg suffered the way! At home there was no hot water, part of the furniture, gas, kitchen chaos anyway ... We had to make do without including bars and restaurants and take a shower (gh), or walking km per day is essential. Puzzo, here XD I told my companion did the trick to move all the courses in October, and now blessed she is bored at home ... I also accompanied by tram / abutobus to repair the cell. Inconveniences aside I felt really happy, I love uni!
Tuesday More trouble. E 'come the plumber and the gas to start the hot water but nada, there was a fight to call the plumber for service and even a fight between him and call my father (is ; a conceited asshole who will not tell you, but if you're willing to work at home!) The Italians should learn to be less arrogant. The worker who brings moblili hand in hand, the immigrant as you want, is friendly, helpful, honest, and even if you do not treat you like a twenty piece by foot, you ask permission, excuse me, can I? Not like the other entering uninvited into the house and insult you even if you ask do his job. The hosts? Poof, gone. While we agonize for a shower was made 2 seconds to see the landlord, who observed the work eating a jelly and then it was given to escape. For the sake of time I had class from 4 to 5 ½ x3 And I again missed the turn back. I ended up across the speed, again, but this time the west XD
Wednesday Also due time, no lesson. They came to install the kitchen and some furniture, very pretty but the plumber (you again) to fix the drain to make it working ... And who had to call him and the gaffer? I. Why me? Because the owner has done see two minutes and then it was time to flee. To her it must be made cute, little care if something works or not. Today, even now should be the type of boiler systems and we hope (dooccciaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh. ..) everything, plus an electrician and plumber, and the type of furniture. The house is nice and livable, and if we can fix these things move me from here no one x3 Apart from back home is always better.
For a while I have not even had internet. Cursed committed tim, when I get back to you cable eyes. (But now I have solved - I hope - even this one)
Papi, which discharges them into sticks half an hour and can do all these chores that others take hours and hours, and following it from home, I think is going to a blackout for rabies XD Poor me! \u0026lt;/ Lj-cut>
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Hot Scene Of Mera Naam Joker
Fees!
Well, assessment test I did and now await the results. The house in Pisa is the ho, the roommate with a huge hit in the ass I've found, and 21 the carousel begins. The only unknown is the time and I hope very much that do not make some bastard. _.
My father insisted that yesterday I bought some stuff for the home, such as sheets and blankets, and even change of clothes can keep there (and make a continuous change coming and going by train).
In practice, I bought three shirts, three sweaters (one very large red comes up to his knees, and another with Tweety on the back printed on the back XD), two pairs of jeans, two suits, two pajamas (with a red the devil and the other white and gray with the sheep and the shirt that reaches to the knees), a purple robe with the kittens (yes!), linen changes and a new pair of converse. Why I love
the converse, a passion that has given me a friend of mine in high school. I wanted the black with drawings of skulls on, but we are not: so I bought a couple hot air (because I'm chilly, even the clerk who sold it was, although we pulled in the fall out of things to Siberian winter and I was almost brought in a cuddly. She was pregnant, it is the maternal instinct that awakens?)
Lately I worry about a thing. I have a weakness for things pucciose. I've always had, but so far riuscivoa keep it well hidden and to defend my reputation. Now I just can not help myself, even in public. One day snatch a child or a kitten, and finally closed on me in some insane asylum
Well, assessment test I did and now await the results. The house in Pisa is the ho, the roommate with a huge hit in the ass I've found, and 21 the carousel begins. The only unknown is the time and I hope very much that do not make some bastard. _.
My father insisted that yesterday I bought some stuff for the home, such as sheets and blankets, and even change of clothes can keep there (and make a continuous change coming and going by train).
In practice, I bought three shirts, three sweaters (one very large red comes up to his knees, and another with Tweety on the back printed on the back XD), two pairs of jeans, two suits, two pajamas (with a red the devil and the other white and gray with the sheep and the shirt that reaches to the knees), a purple robe with the kittens (yes!), linen changes and a new pair of converse. Why I love
the converse, a passion that has given me a friend of mine in high school. I wanted the black with drawings of skulls on, but we are not: so I bought a couple hot air (because I'm chilly, even the clerk who sold it was, although we pulled in the fall out of things to Siberian winter and I was almost brought in a cuddly. She was pregnant, it is the maternal instinct that awakens?)
Lately I worry about a thing. I have a weakness for things pucciose. I've always had, but so far riuscivoa keep it well hidden and to defend my reputation. Now I just can not help myself, even in public. One day snatch a child or a kitten, and finally closed on me in some insane asylum
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Pctv 150e 55e Software
to enliven the evening ... then just
XD I'm not spending a nice evening at home (as usual) and then I dive on youtube and I find the strangest things (short for ghosts hitchhike, stewie that a handful for an actor to have made a comedy that makes me laugh and so on. etc.). but I thought I'd post two videos so serious to contribute to the spread. They are video-reports of reckless driving behavior and the consequences of inattention at the wheel can have a kind of advertising-progress that we will never see - now our brains are lobotomized by the publicity of naked little woman flirting on yogurt or SAGA aldo, John and James Burin phrases that advertise with a company of mobile phones ...
WARNING: The video may be a bit shocking to those who have a sensitive soul. Besides, I am convinced that if it has educational purposes, MUST shock, otherwise people-to-sheep flock will not ever pay attention .... We believe all coyote chasing immortal be-bep, and even if we do it crashed or exploded dynamite in his face I'm not going happen to us or our loved ones - nooo, those are things that happen to others not to me ...
reflect ...
XD I'm not spending a nice evening at home (as usual) and then I dive on youtube and I find the strangest things (short for ghosts hitchhike, stewie that a handful for an actor to have made a comedy that makes me laugh and so on. etc.). but I thought I'd post two videos so serious to contribute to the spread. They are video-reports of reckless driving behavior and the consequences of inattention at the wheel can have a kind of advertising-progress that we will never see - now our brains are lobotomized by the publicity of naked little woman flirting on yogurt or SAGA aldo, John and James Burin phrases that advertise with a company of mobile phones ...
WARNING: The video may be a bit shocking to those who have a sensitive soul. Besides, I am convinced that if it has educational purposes, MUST shock, otherwise people-to-sheep flock will not ever pay attention .... We believe all coyote chasing immortal be-bep, and even if we do it crashed or exploded dynamite in his face I'm not going happen to us or our loved ones - nooo, those are things that happen to others not to me ...
reflect ...
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
St Dalfour Side Effects
(for some)
Philip Pullman - I was a rat
Philip Pullman - Jack the Devil in the spring (I've already said that I love this man? "Yes, I think of yes)
Astrid Lindgren - Pippi Longstocking (was there. all with the red pigtails. and I watched. )
Sylvia Waugh - Eye button (looks like moving from the abstract XD) and then
also three new games
Rogue Galaxy (PS2 - I wanted a life! )
Fallout 3 (PS3 - taken because there was an offer 3x2, I am curious but I have not yet made an idea ...)
Dragon Quest 4 Chapters of the Chosen (Nintendo DS - I also wanted a 5 but the guy had finished _; CURSED)
worse XD I thought a good booty
Philip Pullman - I was a rat
Philip Pullman - Jack the Devil in the spring (I've already said that I love this man? "Yes, I think of yes)
Astrid Lindgren - Pippi Longstocking (was there. all with the red pigtails. and I watched. )
Sylvia Waugh - Eye button (looks like moving from the abstract XD) and then
also three new games
Rogue Galaxy (PS2 - I wanted a life! )
Fallout 3 (PS3 - taken because there was an offer 3x2, I am curious but I have not yet made an idea ...)
Dragon Quest 4 Chapters of the Chosen (Nintendo DS - I also wanted a 5 but the guy had finished _; CURSED)
worse XD I thought a good booty
Friday, August 21, 2009
Had Flu For A Week Period Delayed
More and more books!
Do not blame me. When I do shopping I spend only two things: books and video games * _ * And the second is out for now ... so ...
Philip Pullman - Swedish Match and the secret love
Philip Pullman - The Counterfeiters and the wax dummy
Philip Pullman - The butterfly tattooed (Yes, I have devoted to Pullman, now and forever his slave intellectual. And I want to have every single line that the man wrote, even if the shopping list. è_é)
Vladimir Nabokov - Lolita (for the confused: is not a pornazzo XD but a gem of Russian literature .. PS I always believe you wrote NabAkov XDXD are as ignorant as a goat )
And now, Confessions of a reader: I never finished War and Peace. I've read three, and I say THREE times but always stopping in the middle. It 'a wonderful book, beautifully written by God, but there I have never done. I get lost, here is the sad truth. Too many characters and subplots. But one day I will take up in his hand and this time there will be a loser, I swear, I swear.
Another book I never finished it ( here and start to whisper, because if some of my friends I feel I am fanatical Tolkien-sacrifice at the altar of Gandalf) The Lord of the Rings. Sad but true. I bought the entire trilogy in one volume immediately after watching the first film, in a response to the summer movie, (I was completely rapt actually XD) but I stopped the middle of the third volume, when Frodo and Sam are attacked by the giant spider. Without a reason eh, fascinated me, it was well written, but sometimes leave the books and promised to finish them - just read this here, is small and urgent, and then this other time there are - and spend 9 years in a puff XD But this also will make it, I swear I swear .
Do not blame me. When I do shopping I spend only two things: books and video games * _ * And the second is out for now ... so ...
Philip Pullman - Swedish Match and the secret love
Philip Pullman - The Counterfeiters and the wax dummy
Philip Pullman - The butterfly tattooed (Yes, I have devoted to Pullman, now and forever his slave intellectual. And I want to have every single line that the man wrote, even if the shopping list. è_é)
Vladimir Nabokov - Lolita (for the confused: is not a pornazzo XD but a gem of Russian literature .. PS I always believe you wrote NabAkov XDXD are as ignorant as a goat )
And now, Confessions of a reader: I never finished War and Peace. I've read three, and I say THREE times but always stopping in the middle. It 'a wonderful book, beautifully written by God, but there I have never done. I get lost, here is the sad truth. Too many characters and subplots. But one day I will take up in his hand and this time there will be a loser, I swear, I swear.
Another book I never finished it ( here and start to whisper, because if some of my friends I feel I am fanatical Tolkien-sacrifice at the altar of Gandalf) The Lord of the Rings. Sad but true. I bought the entire trilogy in one volume immediately after watching the first film, in a response to the summer movie, (I was completely rapt actually XD) but I stopped the middle of the third volume, when Frodo and Sam are attacked by the giant spider. Without a reason eh, fascinated me, it was well written, but sometimes leave the books and promised to finish them - just read this here, is small and urgent, and then this other time there are - and spend 9 years in a puff XD But this also will make it, I swear I swear .
Sunday, August 16, 2009
How Much Power Does A Pedestal Fan Use
New books!
As promised, here is the list of new books bought-haul holidays x3
Abstract: nevertheless has sailed against me (the only library in the area closed, and also the only store that sold video games and newsstands The mice used ç_ç more) in one evening, thanks to the emptying of the portfolio and a terrible walk to the nearby town (7-8 km section of road, infamous and obscure xD) came out victorious once again. Because if I came home without any new book, the chandelier hung in shame I swear
Loot:
Cornelia Funke - The Thief Lord Cornelia Funke
- The Knight Dragons
Cornelia Funke - venom inks (2 of trilogy, the first Inkheart I had already taken x3)
Jane Austen - Sense and Sensibility
Jane Austen - Pride and Prejudice
Jane Austen - Mansfield Park
Jane Austen - Emma
Jane Austen - Persuasion
Jane Austen - Northanger Abbey (what can you do , I have taken the craze to have the whole Austen x3)
Harriet Beecher Stowe - Uncle Tom's Cabin (criticized by my father's nightmare because of his years of school I think)
Randa Ghazy - Dreaming of Palestine ( a pulse, we'll see if I've got XD)
Michael Ende - Momo (> o \u0026lt;I love this man)
White Pitzorno - Listen to my heart
White Pitzorno - When we were little (read and adored both x3 but I had to have them understand?)
Philip Pullman - The Scarecrow and his servant (taken because Pullman is a guarantee of joy x3)
The clerk when he saw it coming popes with that stack of books before he widened his eyes in disbelief then he uttered a thousand tearful thanks, "cried stupid I had done all good choices (I well see!) and he also got two bags are very useful to bring back those pounds for 7-8 km of books (and popes finally did the gym with me that much needed!)
Since I'm here I read Ask who they are, (can not remember the authors, and in some pretty good points, but missed too many things, a little more depth and could leave a masterpiece ) The Infinite Plan (nice point x3) and Of Love and Shadows of Allende (pricey, finally a bit disappointing), more FOR CARLA are in the middle of Master daisy and Bulgakov .... is wonderful when I get back we'll talk for good!
As promised, here is the list of new books bought-haul holidays x3
Abstract: nevertheless has sailed against me (the only library in the area closed, and also the only store that sold video games and newsstands The mice used ç_ç more) in one evening, thanks to the emptying of the portfolio and a terrible walk to the nearby town (7-8 km section of road, infamous and obscure xD) came out victorious once again. Because if I came home without any new book, the chandelier hung in shame I swear
Loot:
Cornelia Funke - The Thief Lord Cornelia Funke
- The Knight Dragons
Cornelia Funke - venom inks (2 of trilogy, the first Inkheart I had already taken x3)
Jane Austen - Sense and Sensibility
Jane Austen - Pride and Prejudice
Jane Austen - Mansfield Park
Jane Austen - Emma
Jane Austen - Persuasion
Jane Austen - Northanger Abbey (what can you do , I have taken the craze to have the whole Austen x3)
Harriet Beecher Stowe - Uncle Tom's Cabin (criticized by my father's nightmare because of his years of school I think)
Randa Ghazy - Dreaming of Palestine ( a pulse, we'll see if I've got XD)
Michael Ende - Momo (> o \u0026lt;I love this man)
White Pitzorno - Listen to my heart
White Pitzorno - When we were little (read and adored both x3 but I had to have them understand?)
Philip Pullman - The Scarecrow and his servant (taken because Pullman is a guarantee of joy x3)
The clerk when he saw it coming popes with that stack of books before he widened his eyes in disbelief then he uttered a thousand tearful thanks, "cried stupid I had done all good choices (I well see!) and he also got two bags are very useful to bring back those pounds for 7-8 km of books (and popes finally did the gym with me that much needed!)
Since I'm here I read Ask who they are, (can not remember the authors, and in some pretty good points, but missed too many things, a little more depth and could leave a masterpiece ) The Infinite Plan (nice point x3) and Of Love and Shadows of Allende (pricey, finally a bit disappointing), more FOR CARLA are in the middle of Master daisy and Bulgakov .... is wonderful when I get back we'll talk for good!
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Sore Throat, Red Spots
Mosquitoes and the evil plan of world domination
seems I have lost my immunity historical against mosquitoes. Up until now ignored me and threw it against greedy friends and parents, and I leaped from my obvious lack of sex appeal for these evil critters. But ... The other night one, very big and certainly genetically modified mosquito, I point four times on the face and neck, slipping under the sheets too, feasting on my poor meat until I spilled blood like rivers on the bedspread ( a drop in truth). In my opinion, have come together in clans or criminal associations, and secret plans to conquer the world each summer. are evil.
Vabbuoh. I ran a RAID XD and VAPE appears and everything seems to have resolved. But the wounds of war remain, _;
This holiday season I shot a passion for The Shoebox Project the most beautiful ever written fanfiction about Harry Potter - Sirius and Remus who loves and not the It knows a beast '. I'm also wandering here and there looking for fic about Naruto (SasuNaru), One Piece (SmokerxAce, LuffyxZoro new cupids x3) and hangs out for the fandom of Saint Seiya and Kingdom Hearts.
I enjoy reading it also de Allende The Infinite Plan of (left lying on my desk prey to dust and buried by other books, I ask for forgiveness) and play - almost hysterically - Final Fantasy III to . Moreover, the only library and the only game store in the area have closed, and when I found out I was almost hysterical. Luckily I was wise and I took away video games and books in abundance, as well as ebook and fanfiction on the iPhone.
I leave you with a memorable song to brighten your summer evenings in the background disney obvious I will make you a man, and if you do not know go look Mulan heretical unbelievers bastards XD
seems I have lost my immunity historical against mosquitoes. Up until now ignored me and threw it against greedy friends and parents, and I leaped from my obvious lack of sex appeal for these evil critters. But ... The other night one, very big and certainly genetically modified mosquito, I point four times on the face and neck, slipping under the sheets too, feasting on my poor meat until I spilled blood like rivers on the bedspread ( a drop in truth). In my opinion, have come together in clans or criminal associations, and secret plans to conquer the world each summer. are evil.
Vabbuoh. I ran a RAID XD and VAPE appears and everything seems to have resolved. But the wounds of war remain, _;
This holiday season I shot a passion for The Shoebox Project the most beautiful ever written fanfiction about Harry Potter - Sirius and Remus who loves and not the It knows a beast '. I'm also wandering here and there looking for fic about Naruto (SasuNaru), One Piece (SmokerxAce, LuffyxZoro new cupids x3) and hangs out for the fandom of Saint Seiya and Kingdom Hearts.
I enjoy reading it also de Allende The Infinite Plan of (left lying on my desk prey to dust and buried by other books, I ask for forgiveness) and play - almost hysterically - Final Fantasy III to . Moreover, the only library and the only game store in the area have closed, and when I found out I was almost hysterical. Luckily I was wise and I took away video games and books in abundance, as well as ebook and fanfiction on the iPhone.
I leave you with a memorable song to brighten your summer evenings in the background disney obvious I will make you a man, and if you do not know go look Mulan heretical unbelievers bastards XD
Saturday, August 8, 2009
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Leaving!
Eww, has finally come for me now. Let's clear it will not be an unforgettable holiday (Miramare, village of Rimini, Riccione close as the last 20-odd years -.-) but all I need is to make the chameleon lying in the sun, reading as un'indemoniata.
the family have always been the quickest to prepare the case. My start at 9 am and midnight are still there to pack and pack. I prepare in an hour and a half case (with the superb technique of the 'slips 40 clothes where they are 20'), beauty, shoe bag and backpack (for nintendo ds and books), plus I find the time to do Showering U_U The critical point comes precisely when it comes to books.
Now, I will always buy on holiday at least thirty (of which there does not bring every single beds) plus the usual manga, but I always carry with me to read. This forces a choice among the books not yet read. And for me to choose between books always means crisis followed by death from stroke. I set a single criterion: take away the pocket, not the ones with the hard cover (they weigh more and will ruin the jacketing), but even so there were too many. In the end I took away enough books for 4 weeks not 2 XD
When I draw up a list with my booty (new books) ^ ^
Happy holidays to all!
(PS if you give me a straight would take away all the library ... I can not bear to leave my kids alone! And play various video games .... and Kingdom Hearts and Final Fantasy number must be protected è_é ;)
Eww, has finally come for me now. Let's clear it will not be an unforgettable holiday (Miramare, village of Rimini, Riccione close as the last 20-odd years -.-) but all I need is to make the chameleon lying in the sun, reading as un'indemoniata.
the family have always been the quickest to prepare the case. My start at 9 am and midnight are still there to pack and pack. I prepare in an hour and a half case (with the superb technique of the 'slips 40 clothes where they are 20'), beauty, shoe bag and backpack (for nintendo ds and books), plus I find the time to do Showering U_U The critical point comes precisely when it comes to books.
Now, I will always buy on holiday at least thirty (of which there does not bring every single beds) plus the usual manga, but I always carry with me to read. This forces a choice among the books not yet read. And for me to choose between books always means crisis followed by death from stroke. I set a single criterion: take away the pocket, not the ones with the hard cover (they weigh more and will ruin the jacketing), but even so there were too many. In the end I took away enough books for 4 weeks not 2 XD
When I draw up a list with my booty (new books) ^ ^
Happy holidays to all!
(PS if you give me a straight would take away all the library ... I can not bear to leave my kids alone! And play various video games .... and Kingdom Hearts and Final Fantasy number must be protected è_é ;)
Saturday, August 1, 2009
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The compass and the knife in a fist fight
There are books that I loved more than myself. I firmly believe that we can fall in love with a story. Happens when such a history, although mere ink on white pages, you capture the soul, change your way of thinking, your fantasies, and drags you away. One of these is certainly His Dark Materials, which is composed of the fantasy series The Golden Compass, The Subtle Knife and The Amber Spyglass.
I knew from a young age, but until a year ago I had never read. I'm not particularly attracted, and the beginning was very confusing. Then, as if suffering from a disease, I bought the first book in the new edition when it came out in the film, and then the other books because I do not if I have not started a saga all the available books come out (they are sick, I know XD but I prefer to avoid waiting weak little heart wrenching). And in summer, on vacation, lying quietly under the sun, I started reading them after six months lying on the desk along with dozens of others that I read.
E 'was the end. very nearly put me in some steps to whine as they were beautiful. In public. understand the concept? Ok now I do not know shame, but I limit myself XD I'm not going to risk a book to cry in public since the Little Prince (and for what I did ). Beyond mere fantasy adventure, there were links to Blake, the Paradise Lost by Milton, fiosofiche theories, myths, religious ideas (Adam and Eve, the serpent, the original sin), quotations from St. Augustine, theories physics, short enough to fall in love with any new eighteen year old with a passion for reading. (If the Gaiuccia liked the fantasy, it should be crazy I know. XD)
The Golden Compass prepares you. The Subtle Knife you work. With The Amber Spyglass know the total ko XD
Other books are in my heart The Mists of Avalon , so beautiful a story that changed the way I see / hear things, The Little Prince that is heartbreaking to the last row, where The Persian Boy moves you only for the description of landscapes (let alone when one came to Bago, Hephaestion and Alexander!) Recipes The hunter who deserve all the success it has had, and many others.
I want to be cremated and then placed in a coffin surrounded by these books. I'll make a list and a will on purpose, so my grandchildren were not mistaken. The Pharaohs surrounded themselves with gold and other rubbish. I steeped in books and video games x_x
There are books that I loved more than myself. I firmly believe that we can fall in love with a story. Happens when such a history, although mere ink on white pages, you capture the soul, change your way of thinking, your fantasies, and drags you away. One of these is certainly His Dark Materials, which is composed of the fantasy series The Golden Compass, The Subtle Knife and The Amber Spyglass.
I knew from a young age, but until a year ago I had never read. I'm not particularly attracted, and the beginning was very confusing. Then, as if suffering from a disease, I bought the first book in the new edition when it came out in the film, and then the other books because I do not if I have not started a saga all the available books come out (they are sick, I know XD but I prefer to avoid waiting weak little heart wrenching). And in summer, on vacation, lying quietly under the sun, I started reading them after six months lying on the desk along with dozens of others that I read.
E 'was the end. very nearly put me in some steps to whine as they were beautiful. In public. understand the concept? Ok now I do not know shame, but I limit myself XD I'm not going to risk a book to cry in public since the Little Prince (and for what I did ). Beyond mere fantasy adventure, there were links to Blake, the Paradise Lost by Milton, fiosofiche theories, myths, religious ideas (Adam and Eve, the serpent, the original sin), quotations from St. Augustine, theories physics, short enough to fall in love with any new eighteen year old with a passion for reading. (If the Gaiuccia liked the fantasy, it should be crazy I know. XD)
The Golden Compass prepares you. The Subtle Knife you work. With The Amber Spyglass know the total ko XD
Other books are in my heart The Mists of Avalon , so beautiful a story that changed the way I see / hear things, The Little Prince that is heartbreaking to the last row, where The Persian Boy moves you only for the description of landscapes (let alone when one came to Bago, Hephaestion and Alexander!) Recipes The hunter who deserve all the success it has had, and many others.
I want to be cremated and then placed in a coffin surrounded by these books. I'll make a list and a will on purpose, so my grandchildren were not mistaken. The Pharaohs surrounded themselves with gold and other rubbish. I steeped in books and video games x_x
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
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Children
E 'nice to go home and read certain things. Oh, definitely not nice, but you get the point (I hope). At one time we were known as the country that made them laugh for Totò, De Sica, Don Peppino, and so on. To date, we still laugh, but for different reasons.
Well, now you can not open a newspaper without having to choose between crying bitterly, sobbing like a baby with colic, or laugh out loud while the noose hanging from the chandelier. Example: a mass two rounds, one of extreme right and another left-wing scrambled, also blaming the poor police officers intervened to calm tempers. Names would be enough to ensure a tasty jump in the past one hundred years of minimum ( Carc - Committees to support the resistance to communism and SSS - Social Aid and Safety you do not ring a bell in the little head?) but also the sentences quoted in are not bad, " On our part there was a roll of chairs plastic bears a few bottles. But they continued to do the salute and take the screen with the police "Ahahahaha. What a laugh.
So, I finally understood. So far I, poor and humble country girl, I sincerely ask the perplexed ' utility of these patrols. So, what do they do? They patrol the streets? Protect the innocent from bad girls and bad immigrants? No, but of course not that naive. Patrols are used to fights. To come to blows. Because there is no taste to get into fights gather in small groups and give names to fighettini 800. How to handle an otherwise boring summer evening? Ninth, we must lead the hands eh. It should also involve police patrols which should facilitate the work , while perhaps a poor girl is really being raped / robbed / killed in some dark corner, and the police who should save it pledged to dodge bottles and plastic chairs.
GOOD. That intelligence, really. APPLAUSE .
Now, dear members of the extreme right and left of my pink boots: I have known many of you attended. They are friends of many of you, because when you turn in a pack (almost) human beings. But I must tell you one thing, it could do a little bad but you know, if you do not say the Mom will have someone do it for him, before she will take loving life on her knees and starts to spank your flabby bottoms of babies finto-anarco/fascisti-borghesi-cresciuti-a-caramelle-e-favole-su -Papi/Mussolini/Stalin: you are idiots. Be aware, think for yourself, AND GROW .
There is much in need of decent and intelligent people in Italy this papi-full of mobsters and pimps. Since our country is already in process for quite a while, avoid pulling the drain. THANKS.
E 'nice to go home and read certain things. Oh, definitely not nice, but you get the point (I hope). At one time we were known as the country that made them laugh for Totò, De Sica, Don Peppino, and so on. To date, we still laugh, but for different reasons.
Well, now you can not open a newspaper without having to choose between crying bitterly, sobbing like a baby with colic, or laugh out loud while the noose hanging from the chandelier. Example: a mass two rounds, one of extreme right and another left-wing scrambled, also blaming the poor police officers intervened to calm tempers. Names would be enough to ensure a tasty jump in the past one hundred years of minimum ( Carc - Committees to support the resistance to communism and SSS - Social Aid and Safety you do not ring a bell in the little head?) but also the sentences quoted in are not bad, " On our part there was a roll of chairs plastic bears a few bottles. But they continued to do the salute and take the screen with the police "Ahahahaha. What a laugh.
So, I finally understood. So far I, poor and humble country girl, I sincerely ask the perplexed ' utility of these patrols. So, what do they do? They patrol the streets? Protect the innocent from bad girls and bad immigrants? No, but of course not that naive. Patrols are used to fights. To come to blows. Because there is no taste to get into fights gather in small groups and give names to fighettini 800. How to handle an otherwise boring summer evening? Ninth, we must lead the hands eh. It should also involve police patrols which should facilitate the work , while perhaps a poor girl is really being raped / robbed / killed in some dark corner, and the police who should save it pledged to dodge bottles and plastic chairs.
GOOD. That intelligence, really. APPLAUSE .
Now, dear members of the extreme right and left of my pink boots: I have known many of you attended. They are friends of many of you, because when you turn in a pack (almost) human beings. But I must tell you one thing, it could do a little bad but you know, if you do not say the Mom will have someone do it for him, before she will take loving life on her knees and starts to spank your flabby bottoms of babies finto-anarco/fascisti-borghesi-cresciuti-a-caramelle-e-favole-su -Papi/Mussolini/Stalin: you are idiots. Be aware, think for yourself, AND GROW .
There is much in need of decent and intelligent people in Italy this papi-full of mobsters and pimps. Since our country is already in process for quite a while, avoid pulling the drain. THANKS.
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Ewcm When Period Is Due
Why do not they can no longer
Today I want to talk about Naruto . Clarify, unlike many I (thanks to the incomparable Forrino that I advised him to counter my suggestion to watch Full Metal Alchemist - really more of a threat, but okay.) Naruto know in advance that Italy would become the phenomenon Commercial heir DragonBall it is now. Practically since the fansub Italians were made by two or three groups disappeared, only softsubs, and if you really want to see you following him something in English, French or English. (Almost 200 episodes of Prince of Tennis Views in French ahh what does yaoi XD)
At first, I do not know why I did not like. I am a particular type, and what you really like a slam in the face and affogarmici inside. Then I start to rave over more than anyone else, but the initial impact is tremendous XD. However
tried again, when the British finally came the Italian sub and it was love. Literally. The saga of Zabuza took my black little heart and made him into pieces, and I loved the SasuNaru from there to eternity.
Many consider Naruto a manga for children. I disagree. It has nothing, and I repeat nothing of the typical product for children. E 'violent, talks about growth, forced choices, different lifestyles and problems. Even the most foolish and insignificant characters is given its own space. In each of them reflects a typical problem of society, Chouji, fat boy that no one considers that claims himself, Neji imprisoned by family ties, who sees no choice in front of him but only a predestined future; Naruto, silly boy who wants to be accepted but can not find another way to express that to make jokes. And I could go on for hours. So I'm wondering why
. Because clearly a product of high quality, well appreciated by the public, Japanese and world economy, is treated well by the producers of the soul? What heinous crime he committed Kishimoto poor?
The anime was a good start. Faithful to the manga, good animation despite an obviously limited budget initial, initials divine , dubbing first class. Almost 110 points as smooth as oil. Then what happens? They come to the point where Sasuke betrays Konoha ( er, actually XD Narutino ) and goes to Orochimaru (the pedophile ). They came almost hand in hand with the manga ( lie, in fact Kishimoto was eons ahead of them) and decide to go with the filler , rimpitive original episodes than the manga and clearly stupid. Now, usually to give breath to release a manga weekly enough about ten episodes.
No, they did not. They had to make different here. FILLER ALMOST 70 points. And it was just the beginning. One step away from suicide, welcomed the news that the anime Naruto 'ended' and began a second series, Naruto Shippuuden , with a new look and listen, listen without filler. (LIE WAS NEVER MORE 'CRUEL) Part
the animated series. Great expectations, fueled also by the beautiful opening Heroes come back that was almost a kind of 'sorry' for filler which had battered the public. Right away you notice a slow pace in carrying out the facts but vabbeh, Naruto has never been an anime fast. Although no one I was expecting so slow .
Naruto manga is still a battle. They have managed to make even the boring fights Kishimoto beautiful, a thing not seen since Holly (Tsubasa) ran behind the ball fields in mileage and action lasted three episodes. But there were at least as faithful to the manga, it was bearable. Almost.
miraculously manage to get free of the reappearance of Sasuke (Kishimoto and there was a level of history as far away as China, Greenland) and then what? They leave the filler. WHY '? Then
fillers are used in the following cases:
1) When you get together with the manga, or stop series (unthinkable in a case like that of Naruto) or use of fillers to allow time for the author to go far enough
2) To increase the number of DVDs sold
3) In holiday periods, low share
4) When one is hopelessly stupid and cruel to the fans
This was clearly a mixture of cases 2 and 4. Besides the filler advance, so even an idiot, key points of the story in the manga were revealed in a spectacular way (Asuma before the tomb of the third and calls him father becomes ---> that jumping in front of Konohamaru Naruto throws the 'Look, that's my uncle, eh, the third son of the' stuff ..... strangled on the spot). But they were one of 10 bets, placed in the context of history, yet watchable so well. Patience.
end and part of the saga of revenge Shikamaru. Beautiful in the manga, a bit ravanta of balls in the anime. But well, peace. A dozen episodes are back and nearly knocked the filler.
...
BUT HOW? BUT WHY '?! WHAT, DO YOU HAVE FANS OF NARUTO to deserve this?
THIRTY, THIRTY POINT AND SAY SHIT OF A COMPLETELY unwatchable! Characters
horrible, horrible story, horrible animations. ACRONYMS, ABBREVIATIONS OF NARUTO THE BEAUTIFUL THAT in turn, become unwatchable. But a blow on his balls not!
pass these. Back to the original story with Sasuke's revenge saga. (Meanwhile, Kishimoto-level history is far from Earth as Pluto, can hardly be seen even with binoculars) a disappointment. Each new character that appears has an episode dedicated, half filler. The pace is slow, unwatchable. The animation is absolutely horrible, the stuff of souls 10 years old. The ending theme is a festival of shopping with Sakura in bikini walking on the beach and several shots of a drink called 'Naruto'. And then what kind of songs? Slow songs, silly, from what shoujo manga (though clearly yaoi content) is and remains a shonen!
And remember what the producers said before the start of Shippuuden: never filler.
So, in addition to the joke, what is still lacking to definitively kill Naruto?
Maybe when the plays, as in the first series, we finally reach the emptiness absolute jump out a third series without filler? may be able to get to the Sasuke vs Deidara fight before starting other fillers.
I say. BLEACH has half of the stakes and the same number of volumes, but even with a score of filler to the load is in parallel with the manga.
One Piece is now over the 500 episodes and has had for so long a series, very little filler, and are almost at par with the manga.
So, I implore you, someone dismiss those offenders who work on the soul of Naruto. Do it for us fans, please.
Because now it's all a crap.
Today I want to talk about Naruto . Clarify, unlike many I (thanks to the incomparable Forrino that I advised him to counter my suggestion to watch Full Metal Alchemist - really more of a threat, but okay.) Naruto know in advance that Italy would become the phenomenon Commercial heir DragonBall it is now. Practically since the fansub Italians were made by two or three groups disappeared, only softsubs, and if you really want to see you following him something in English, French or English. (Almost 200 episodes of Prince of Tennis Views in French ahh what does yaoi XD)
At first, I do not know why I did not like. I am a particular type, and what you really like a slam in the face and affogarmici inside. Then I start to rave over more than anyone else, but the initial impact is tremendous XD. However
tried again, when the British finally came the Italian sub and it was love. Literally. The saga of Zabuza took my black little heart and made him into pieces, and I loved the SasuNaru from there to eternity.
Many consider Naruto a manga for children. I disagree. It has nothing, and I repeat nothing of the typical product for children. E 'violent, talks about growth, forced choices, different lifestyles and problems. Even the most foolish and insignificant characters is given its own space. In each of them reflects a typical problem of society, Chouji, fat boy that no one considers that claims himself, Neji imprisoned by family ties, who sees no choice in front of him but only a predestined future; Naruto, silly boy who wants to be accepted but can not find another way to express that to make jokes. And I could go on for hours. So I'm wondering why
. Because clearly a product of high quality, well appreciated by the public, Japanese and world economy, is treated well by the producers of the soul? What heinous crime he committed Kishimoto poor?
The anime was a good start. Faithful to the manga, good animation despite an obviously limited budget initial, initials divine , dubbing first class. Almost 110 points as smooth as oil. Then what happens? They come to the point where Sasuke betrays Konoha ( er, actually XD Narutino ) and goes to Orochimaru (the pedophile ). They came almost hand in hand with the manga ( lie, in fact Kishimoto was eons ahead of them) and decide to go with the filler , rimpitive original episodes than the manga and clearly stupid. Now, usually to give breath to release a manga weekly enough about ten episodes.
No, they did not. They had to make different here. FILLER ALMOST 70 points. And it was just the beginning. One step away from suicide, welcomed the news that the anime Naruto 'ended' and began a second series, Naruto Shippuuden , with a new look and listen, listen without filler. (LIE WAS NEVER MORE 'CRUEL) Part
the animated series. Great expectations, fueled also by the beautiful opening Heroes come back that was almost a kind of 'sorry' for filler which had battered the public. Right away you notice a slow pace in carrying out the facts but vabbeh, Naruto has never been an anime fast. Although no one I was expecting so slow .
Naruto manga is still a battle. They have managed to make even the boring fights Kishimoto beautiful, a thing not seen since Holly (Tsubasa) ran behind the ball fields in mileage and action lasted three episodes. But there were at least as faithful to the manga, it was bearable. Almost.
miraculously manage to get free of the reappearance of Sasuke (Kishimoto and there was a level of history as far away as China, Greenland) and then what? They leave the filler. WHY '? Then
fillers are used in the following cases:
1) When you get together with the manga, or stop series (unthinkable in a case like that of Naruto) or use of fillers to allow time for the author to go far enough
2) To increase the number of DVDs sold
3) In holiday periods, low share
4) When one is hopelessly stupid and cruel to the fans
This was clearly a mixture of cases 2 and 4. Besides the filler advance, so even an idiot, key points of the story in the manga were revealed in a spectacular way (Asuma before the tomb of the third and calls him father becomes ---> that jumping in front of Konohamaru Naruto throws the 'Look, that's my uncle, eh, the third son of the' stuff ..... strangled on the spot). But they were one of 10 bets, placed in the context of history, yet watchable so well. Patience.
end and part of the saga of revenge Shikamaru. Beautiful in the manga, a bit ravanta of balls in the anime. But well, peace. A dozen episodes are back and nearly knocked the filler.
...
BUT HOW? BUT WHY '?! WHAT, DO YOU HAVE FANS OF NARUTO to deserve this?
THIRTY, THIRTY POINT AND SAY SHIT OF A COMPLETELY unwatchable! Characters
horrible, horrible story, horrible animations. ACRONYMS, ABBREVIATIONS OF NARUTO THE BEAUTIFUL THAT in turn, become unwatchable. But a blow on his balls not!
pass these. Back to the original story with Sasuke's revenge saga. (Meanwhile, Kishimoto-level history is far from Earth as Pluto, can hardly be seen even with binoculars) a disappointment. Each new character that appears has an episode dedicated, half filler. The pace is slow, unwatchable. The animation is absolutely horrible, the stuff of souls 10 years old. The ending theme is a festival of shopping with Sakura in bikini walking on the beach and several shots of a drink called 'Naruto'. And then what kind of songs? Slow songs, silly, from what shoujo manga (though clearly yaoi content) is and remains a shonen!
And remember what the producers said before the start of Shippuuden: never filler.
So, in addition to the joke, what is still lacking to definitively kill Naruto?
Maybe when the plays, as in the first series, we finally reach the emptiness absolute jump out a third series without filler? may be able to get to the Sasuke vs Deidara fight before starting other fillers.
I say. BLEACH has half of the stakes and the same number of volumes, but even with a score of filler to the load is in parallel with the manga.
One Piece is now over the 500 episodes and has had for so long a series, very little filler, and are almost at par with the manga.
So, I implore you, someone dismiss those offenders who work on the soul of Naruto. Do it for us fans, please.
Because now it's all a crap.
Friday, July 24, 2009
Fake Holly Willoughby
I found a home!
I finally found a home in Pisa ... It took from April to now, four days passed completely there (not below), 32 € and 40 cents for the highway, 24-hour drive (one full day!), I do not know how much money to Gasoline (3 or 4 full safe) and food, 4 FINES for damn machines (two of which we have taken to the damn tomtom) but finally I made it there olé. Now I miss only a roommate: /
Today I bought the first volume of Guin Saga, the manga one of the world's finest fantasy sagas untranslated and obviously ignored by Italian publishers ç_ç We live in a lousy country, period.
Finally I would like to share with everyone a very, very sick: (thanks komixjam - there are two other videos, look at them)
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I finally found a home in Pisa ... It took from April to now, four days passed completely there (not below), 32 € and 40 cents for the highway, 24-hour drive (one full day!), I do not know how much money to Gasoline (3 or 4 full safe) and food, 4 FINES for damn machines (two of which we have taken to the damn tomtom) but finally I made it there olé. Now I miss only a roommate: /
Today I bought the first volume of Guin Saga, the manga one of the world's finest fantasy sagas untranslated and obviously ignored by Italian publishers ç_ç We live in a lousy country, period.
Finally I would like to share with everyone a very, very sick: (thanks komixjam - there are two other videos, look at them)
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Saturday, July 18, 2009
Swain Mats Vs Zebra Mats
begin to work for my father, a summer job. I'll have to translate the sketches of the furniture that he makes up pc, in three dimensions.
'm sick of Pet Society, Farmville, and all the toys faccialibro of evil.
I read a lot and I die happy.
game to jump, but I reached level 99 in KH2 and I am ready to see the green square the mice. * O *
yaoi I discover new little things every day.
I want 72 hours a day to see all the movies, anime, TV series that I have on pc> or \u0026lt;
AHHH, THAT gorgeous. And all in the ass, yeah.
Monday, June 29, 2009
Which South Indian Actress Has Biggest Boobs
News Round Three-way!
And the cursed third test, the Brain of decerebration you fuck your brain is gone! I reigned there as well. Just got home? Shower, breakfast, sims 3, facebook, twitter, news sites, download anime and manga weekly pet society (another passion of FB, discovered yesterday during a study domenca XD ... and you ask, but if you study that were you doing on pet society?! eeeee know ....) and a film in streaming (ponyo ... maybe it's the right time as I can see it! XD) The big news of the day: get the anime Kimi no todoke , "Coming to you" shojo one of the best ever, that striking for its incredible sweetness (and it is said that a shojo ground up to have cavities!) Japan is an endless source of delight.
And the cursed third test, the Brain of decerebration you fuck your brain is gone! I reigned there as well. Just got home? Shower, breakfast, sims 3, facebook, twitter, news sites, download anime and manga weekly pet society (another passion of FB, discovered yesterday during a study domenca XD ... and you ask, but if you study that were you doing on pet society?! eeeee know ....) and a film in streaming (ponyo ... maybe it's the right time as I can see it! XD) The big news of the day: get the anime Kimi no todoke , "Coming to you" shojo one of the best ever, that striking for its incredible sweetness (and it is said that a shojo ground up to have cavities!) Japan is an endless source of delight.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Can I See My Indian Mom Boobs When She Sleeping
Second Test ...
... sucks. Draw a veil of silence pitiful. XD I will refer to the other. The external type has never been taken down, not even two minutes to go to the toilet for six hours straight. Not a coffee break, lunch, nothing. And so the great plan to copy ended up in curses. Of 23 students believe that perhaps only one has been able to achieve a 10/15, and it is not then. Vabbeh for math has never rejected anyone who cares XD ( math is not my job! )
Now are also on twitter. Registered since its foundation but never used it, I tried to rewrite this evening cursing because my nick was already taken ... as then I remembered, by me. XD Even with facebook was so ... I always sign up at the beginning but only when use is booming. Baaaah.
twitter.com / Panssj
I had so much as a snag with the contacts. So I have all the contacts on the messenger, which is a drain for some things -.-
Twitter only imports contacts from aol, yahoo and gmail. On gmail I did the conversion, that is there all I get mail from hotmail, but neither had ever set up hotmail for good contacts so I am supposed to go to save them and import them from the gutter but obviously messenger (msn) saves them in a format all its own (. ctt) anyone who accepts (twitter and others usually use. cvs). So I did a Google search on how to convert. Ctt in. Cvs and whipped a cross-site after the Italians, I found a site that is now the English translation (god bless the Americans, British or others). I saved the file. Cvs, I imported on twitter and voila XD XD I'm the goddess of the computer
... sucks. Draw a veil of silence pitiful. XD I will refer to the other. The external type has never been taken down, not even two minutes to go to the toilet for six hours straight. Not a coffee break, lunch, nothing. And so the great plan to copy ended up in curses. Of 23 students believe that perhaps only one has been able to achieve a 10/15, and it is not then. Vabbeh for math has never rejected anyone who cares XD ( math is not my job! )
Now are also on twitter. Registered since its foundation but never used it, I tried to rewrite this evening cursing because my nick was already taken ... as then I remembered, by me. XD Even with facebook was so ... I always sign up at the beginning but only when use is booming. Baaaah.
twitter.com / Panssj
I had so much as a snag with the contacts. So I have all the contacts on the messenger, which is a drain for some things -.-
Twitter only imports contacts from aol, yahoo and gmail. On gmail I did the conversion, that is there all I get mail from hotmail, but neither had ever set up hotmail for good contacts so I am supposed to go to save them and import them from the gutter but obviously messenger (msn) saves them in a format all its own (. ctt) anyone who accepts (twitter and others usually use. cvs). So I did a Google search on how to convert. Ctt in. Cvs and whipped a cross-site after the Italians, I found a site that is now the English translation (god bless the Americans, British or others). I saved the file. Cvs, I imported on twitter and voila XD XD I'm the goddess of the computer
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Mountains Biffy Clyro Chords
THE ESCAPE OF GAIA
"Forget ... Forget ...".
That voice dry, flat, insistent, like raindrops falling on slow and inexorable that a metal plate saturate the air with metallic echoes.
"Run Run now ...." The neon
fleeing, inhuman and high on the head, while the narrow alley seems never to end. The heat and humidity are material entities and palpable, that burn the throat and lungs on fire, preventing even breathing, like that ancient and vengeful, angry, affect humans and the earth with their anger. One reason to stop running. Mille to continue. The head of Gaia is a kaleidoscope of emotions and feelings, most artificial jovaina that generates through its neural network. The dose should not be so massive, but something had gone wrong. Perhaps the miracle had cut too much stuff and now she was the victim in this. There is never to trust those dealers from 8-9 years old with my eyes because of the abuse of jovaina, but they are the only ones to have it. Law of the market. Gaia run and never look back, before my eyes and still some way street, color, air taxis waiting for customers and teams of 'urban' patrolling the streets in search of bounty or outcasts abandoned on the street stoned and unable to escape their torture.
"Who cares of the outcast?".
was the response of the city to people asking them why so much anger. Violence is in human nature ever, a thirst for blood that no one will ever pay off.
"It 's just a game, baby."
So the father said, holding his knees. But he knew that was not true. He had always known. Even now, the only clear thinking that Gaia had was that nothing is a game.
"Run Run ...". child ...
The floor of the station's advertising reflected the holograms D-COKE. "Yes, sir, only 0.00001 calories per liter with the brand new and unique synthesis of nucleic D-SUGAR. Keep out of reach of children."
Gaia was already on the conveyor belt when he realized that he was heading home. But his house no longer existed. No longer existed. Only colors that are too intense and ripping the silence deafening sounds similar to the screams of victims of the most unknown and savage torture. How to invest in an avalanche is found on the ground, crushed by the wave of return caused by neural stuff.
"Stop now Dad '."
But it would not have stopped if Jimmy had not intervened. And that was with him was the only time she remembered she was happy to be alive. The tape continues to bring to the sites of transport as she struggled against his own senses trying to get up. The race and the tears had helped his body to metabolize jovaina and now, slowly, Gaia was regaining control of his nervous system.
"You pretend to be normal, joy." So he had
the director said. He had agreed to make a holo-core need of money, but had not said that after having padded the drug would be asked to have sex with one of those mutants, generated by some kind of radiation.
"Hey babe! E 'market that asks, what do you think? And then I do not see why so many stories ... two birds, the mica flakes." The tape had come
carriers quickly and she had no idea where to go. After the death of Jimmy, the insurance they had sent away from their bi-niche leaving her in the street. All I had was dirty and ragged clothes he wore and a few credits for a final journey. That was the only robotic dell'addetto gentle voice that he felt for days.
"Good evening, destination, please." The
staring and smiling automaton reflected the changing colors of the irises of her.
"Only 99 credits and you also have the look of the stars."
were part of the kit of the tube actress ol-core.
"I ... I ... I do not know ... I think ... I'll be back on the set ...".
In the silence of the station, in the wake of the latest jovaina hallucinations, Gaia saw the car smile, he understood. Slow and heavy, tears ran again on her face takes away what was left of the trick. Then, smiling, walked up to the bust of metal or plastic and kissed him tenderly. And as she walked away, one of his tears lingered, slipping plane along il volto scolpito dell'automa.
"Forget ... Forget ...".
That voice dry, flat, insistent, like raindrops falling on slow and inexorable that a metal plate saturate the air with metallic echoes.
"Run Run now ...." The neon
fleeing, inhuman and high on the head, while the narrow alley seems never to end. The heat and humidity are material entities and palpable, that burn the throat and lungs on fire, preventing even breathing, like that ancient and vengeful, angry, affect humans and the earth with their anger. One reason to stop running. Mille to continue. The head of Gaia is a kaleidoscope of emotions and feelings, most artificial jovaina that generates through its neural network. The dose should not be so massive, but something had gone wrong. Perhaps the miracle had cut too much stuff and now she was the victim in this. There is never to trust those dealers from 8-9 years old with my eyes because of the abuse of jovaina, but they are the only ones to have it. Law of the market. Gaia run and never look back, before my eyes and still some way street, color, air taxis waiting for customers and teams of 'urban' patrolling the streets in search of bounty or outcasts abandoned on the street stoned and unable to escape their torture.
"Who cares of the outcast?".
was the response of the city to people asking them why so much anger. Violence is in human nature ever, a thirst for blood that no one will ever pay off.
"It 's just a game, baby."
So the father said, holding his knees. But he knew that was not true. He had always known. Even now, the only clear thinking that Gaia had was that nothing is a game.
"Run Run ...". child ...
The floor of the station's advertising reflected the holograms D-COKE. "Yes, sir, only 0.00001 calories per liter with the brand new and unique synthesis of nucleic D-SUGAR. Keep out of reach of children."
Gaia was already on the conveyor belt when he realized that he was heading home. But his house no longer existed. No longer existed. Only colors that are too intense and ripping the silence deafening sounds similar to the screams of victims of the most unknown and savage torture. How to invest in an avalanche is found on the ground, crushed by the wave of return caused by neural stuff.
"Stop now Dad '."
But it would not have stopped if Jimmy had not intervened. And that was with him was the only time she remembered she was happy to be alive. The tape continues to bring to the sites of transport as she struggled against his own senses trying to get up. The race and the tears had helped his body to metabolize jovaina and now, slowly, Gaia was regaining control of his nervous system.
"You pretend to be normal, joy." So he had
the director said. He had agreed to make a holo-core need of money, but had not said that after having padded the drug would be asked to have sex with one of those mutants, generated by some kind of radiation.
"Hey babe! E 'market that asks, what do you think? And then I do not see why so many stories ... two birds, the mica flakes." The tape had come
carriers quickly and she had no idea where to go. After the death of Jimmy, the insurance they had sent away from their bi-niche leaving her in the street. All I had was dirty and ragged clothes he wore and a few credits for a final journey. That was the only robotic dell'addetto gentle voice that he felt for days.
"Good evening, destination, please." The
staring and smiling automaton reflected the changing colors of the irises of her.
"Only 99 credits and you also have the look of the stars."
were part of the kit of the tube actress ol-core.
"I ... I ... I do not know ... I think ... I'll be back on the set ...".
In the silence of the station, in the wake of the latest jovaina hallucinations, Gaia saw the car smile, he understood. Slow and heavy, tears ran again on her face takes away what was left of the trick. Then, smiling, walked up to the bust of metal or plastic and kissed him tenderly. And as she walked away, one of his tears lingered, slipping plane along il volto scolpito dell'automa.
International Colour Chart
First round state exam 2009, over!
7:30 pm , after a meeting with the ugly dog neighbor (bad omen), I was in front of the bar make a mega-breakfast. All desperate, who took drugs with coffee and red bull and gossiped-about disturbing assumptions. Exit Dante, I know! or Carducci. Carducci smelled the air.
I'm quiet, back by yet another sleepless night (asleep at 4:30, woke up at 6:00) I have a free ride sickly pear juice, a croissant and a small pizza with nothing cold. 8:00 pm
after a race with my classmate from her and my audi c3 (which I won ... we were not late, it was just for the heck of it XP) before we arrive the doors remain closed. Classical hysterical crowd, with the arrival of the police sealed envelope, entry and seizure of bags. I declare that I have not studied shit, and so I can not help anyone (I already have two or three were attached to the arms). "I have studied only Svevo and Levi . "(---> My idea of study: have read the book. Both the crap books of literature is not worth anything if you do not read the book XD). They start screaming hysterically like 'but we did Levi?! '(you idiot, we did -.- svegliaaa) presentation of identity cards, signatures, photocopies of the task, gossip from Professor (now all women) at 8:45 begins. First track analysis: Svevo. This class is a lever hola general. From the bottom of the class (I was on top, to prevent pests) stands screaming " Svevo .... you promised to do! Did you said! "My response," ... but you're in the bottom of the class, as I do?! XD "
half dead with sleep, after a moment of indecision on how to start, I went as a train. 6 of 6 pages of ugly and beautiful, a timed break for the bathroom and 11:30 I was done. After an hour of stage 'pretend rincontrollare' I went out and I came across the usual journalists with their stupid questions -.-
Come back to the shrine are gone (my newsagents now are having a party when they see me, are like Uncle x3) and I found Gintama. It 's a sign XD Both the newsagents that to my (a mami with a basin, in papi with a hug) And I did the litany 'release Svevo Svevo was released! I heard him, the maths sapevoooo
Tomorrow, 2nd round. Is that there will be pain XD
Note: The tracks were all very nice and simple. Now unless we have pulled some shit like last year they did a good job (for once)
7:30 pm , after a meeting with the ugly dog neighbor (bad omen), I was in front of the bar make a mega-breakfast. All desperate, who took drugs with coffee and red bull and gossiped-about disturbing assumptions. Exit Dante, I know! or Carducci. Carducci smelled the air.
I'm quiet, back by yet another sleepless night (asleep at 4:30, woke up at 6:00) I have a free ride sickly pear juice, a croissant and a small pizza with nothing cold. 8:00 pm
after a race with my classmate from her and my audi c3 (which I won ... we were not late, it was just for the heck of it XP) before we arrive the doors remain closed. Classical hysterical crowd, with the arrival of the police sealed envelope, entry and seizure of bags. I declare that I have not studied shit, and so I can not help anyone (I already have two or three were attached to the arms). "I have studied only Svevo and Levi . "(---> My idea of study: have read the book. Both the crap books of literature is not worth anything if you do not read the book XD). They start screaming hysterically like 'but we did Levi?! '(you idiot, we did -.- svegliaaa) presentation of identity cards, signatures, photocopies of the task, gossip from Professor (now all women) at 8:45 begins. First track analysis: Svevo. This class is a lever hola general. From the bottom of the class (I was on top, to prevent pests) stands screaming " Svevo .... you promised to do! Did you said! "My response," ... but you're in the bottom of the class, as I do?! XD "
half dead with sleep, after a moment of indecision on how to start, I went as a train. 6 of 6 pages of ugly and beautiful, a timed break for the bathroom and 11:30 I was done. After an hour of stage 'pretend rincontrollare' I went out and I came across the usual journalists with their stupid questions -.-
Come back to the shrine are gone (my newsagents now are having a party when they see me, are like Uncle x3) and I found Gintama. It 's a sign XD Both the newsagents that to my (a mami with a basin, in papi with a hug) And I did the litany 'release Svevo Svevo was released! I heard him, the maths sapevoooo
Tomorrow, 2nd round. Is that there will be pain XD
Note: The tracks were all very nice and simple. Now unless we have pulled some shit like last year they did a good job (for once)
Friday, June 12, 2009
Price Of Pint In Krakow
Bzzzz .... ....
.... full vacuum. Land called Pan. Land called Pan.
Pan is not responding. Pan down desolate
manga, books, ebook, download and read manga online, fanfiction, batteries abnormal dvd, the pc almost imploded for all films, TV series and anime to watch, video games to complete or begin .... The usual story
old Abbey.
...
now goes for yaoi and intravenous injections of tea directly to the brain. And
see pink bunnies (L).
.... full vacuum. Land called Pan. Land called Pan.
Pan is not responding. Pan down desolate
manga, books, ebook, download and read manga online, fanfiction, batteries abnormal dvd, the pc almost imploded for all films, TV series and anime to watch, video games to complete or begin .... The usual story
old Abbey.
...
now goes for yaoi and intravenous injections of tea directly to the brain. And
see pink bunnies (L).
Friday, June 5, 2009
White Stuff Near Clitoris?
El Pais and the photos 'risque'
MADRID - The English daily El Pais, which now publishes five of the "forbidden pictures" taken by Antonello Zappadu writes in an editorial that "there are new and strong reasons for saying that what the Italian prime minister is putting in game today is the future of Italy as a rule of law. " The newspaper states that "it is a matter of concern not only for Italians but also for Europe."
El Pais says that the publication of photos of Villa Certosa, sequestrated by the magistrates investigating a possible breach of privacy, to "demonstrate that the prime minister is trying to convert the space of democratic politics into a mere extension of its relations of friendship and its amusements. " "The Italian press reported the scandal and the prime minister's response was not only to deny or trivialize the facts, posing as a paternal protector of girls in which claims to enjoy special artistic talents and political": "tried - El Pais writes - even people who like to discredit his own wife were able to corroborate the allegations. " "This kind of pressure is proof that Berlusconi under freedom of expression is threatened."
The five photographs published by El Pais portray Berlusconi Villa Certosa in front of four women, two girls who sunbathe topless, a naked man next to a woman who takes the sun, the chairman of the board next to a lady who's walking , another walking past a security guard. All the faces, apart from that of Berlusconi, were "pixilated" that have become unrecognizable. El Pais "photos reveal that the house you live in a uninhibited environment. "
From www.ansa.it that typically uses the terms 'soft' (El Pais is much more explicit XD Even in English of course)
fact www.elpais.com is much more ; explicit about here with direct link to the incriminating photos.
only one thing: Berlusconi, shame!
MADRID - The English daily El Pais, which now publishes five of the "forbidden pictures" taken by Antonello Zappadu writes in an editorial that "there are new and strong reasons for saying that what the Italian prime minister is putting in game today is the future of Italy as a rule of law. " The newspaper states that "it is a matter of concern not only for Italians but also for Europe."
El Pais says that the publication of photos of Villa Certosa, sequestrated by the magistrates investigating a possible breach of privacy, to "demonstrate that the prime minister is trying to convert the space of democratic politics into a mere extension of its relations of friendship and its amusements. " "The Italian press reported the scandal and the prime minister's response was not only to deny or trivialize the facts, posing as a paternal protector of girls in which claims to enjoy special artistic talents and political": "tried - El Pais writes - even people who like to discredit his own wife were able to corroborate the allegations. " "This kind of pressure is proof that Berlusconi under freedom of expression is threatened."
The five photographs published by El Pais portray Berlusconi Villa Certosa in front of four women, two girls who sunbathe topless, a naked man next to a woman who takes the sun, the chairman of the board next to a lady who's walking , another walking past a security guard. All the faces, apart from that of Berlusconi, were "pixilated" that have become unrecognizable. El Pais "photos reveal that the house you live in a uninhibited environment. "
From www.ansa.it that typically uses the terms 'soft' (El Pais is much more explicit XD Even in English of course)
fact www.elpais.com is much more ; explicit about here with direct link to the incriminating photos.
only one thing: Berlusconi, shame!
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Foto De Denise Milani
Veline, soubrette and so-called minor
As I speak I speak of it all. In fact, save your fingers, I just report the words of a person certainly more qualified than me: here the article in question. It is an invitation everyone to pay attention to newspapers that are bought at newsstands (or passing on TV newscasts) and take the news with a grain of salt. Remember that at the level of freedom of the press, Italy has long been considered partly free . I feel shivers of shame down my spine.
As I speak I speak of it all. In fact, save your fingers, I just report the words of a person certainly more qualified than me: here the article in question. It is an invitation everyone to pay attention to newspapers that are bought at newsstands (or passing on TV newscasts) and take the news with a grain of salt. Remember that at the level of freedom of the press, Italy has long been considered partly free . I feel shivers of shame down my spine.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Should You Pop External Hemrioid
the orogeny Gate of Pain as
E 'over a week that we study, even more. Now I have nothing in their heads that accursed the formation of mountain ranges of the Andes and the Alps The parrot, like coffee, and I feel that repeating the words used in the book are not good (not oceanic lithosphere, but crust ocean) - and then choose another book! if you spend all year school complaining about your choice, made because students were too complicated previous text, keep the old book and do not break - and eventually come back deferred until the next time. It 'an infinite stress - although I appreciate the depth that is always very patient (despite some outbursts of anger XD).
more problems with relatives. The family, together with the money, is the source of all evil.
Fortunately anime XD Then save the world if Saint Seiya The Lost Canvas ... * _ * I want it! Absolutely! Here's the new trailer (the new one actually)
E 'over a week that we study, even more. Now I have nothing in their heads that accursed the formation of mountain ranges of the Andes and the Alps The parrot, like coffee, and I feel that repeating the words used in the book are not good (not oceanic lithosphere, but crust ocean) - and then choose another book! if you spend all year school complaining about your choice, made because students were too complicated previous text, keep the old book and do not break - and eventually come back deferred until the next time. It 'an infinite stress - although I appreciate the depth that is always very patient (despite some outbursts of anger XD).
more problems with relatives. The family, together with the money, is the source of all evil.
Fortunately anime XD Then save the world if Saint Seiya The Lost Canvas ... * _ * I want it! Absolutely! Here's the new trailer (the new one actually)
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Heavey Stomach Sitting
Tormented by dreams (nightmares?)
For once I can sleep and I can, that is jumping out of the usual nightmares - I do not ever dream , sad to say but usually I sleep too little to get to REM . And then away to strange dreams about mountain cabins and strange half-naked Indian revealing mystic truths (I do not remember un'h XD) and then precipitated a feud between mafia gangs who shoot people with pipes and floods del'acqua all with a trip to the mountains again, but this time in winter, and you did not find her sister out the door to a small block of ice, frozen for a Saturday night out, thaw it and see it reduced to a small body the size of a matchbox ice bones now and then observe suicide under running warm tap water until the box is not nothing but water and salt .. and then stack the mourning figures in parent's bed and laugh hoarsely in the hall of candles, while a SWAT commando descend from heaven to arrest. (?)
Brr. XD I miss my old nightmares about impending marmota, were familiar XD
For once I can sleep and I can, that is jumping out of the usual nightmares - I do not ever dream , sad to say but usually I sleep too little to get to REM . And then away to strange dreams about mountain cabins and strange half-naked Indian revealing mystic truths (I do not remember un'h XD) and then precipitated a feud between mafia gangs who shoot people with pipes and floods del'acqua all with a trip to the mountains again, but this time in winter, and you did not find her sister out the door to a small block of ice, frozen for a Saturday night out, thaw it and see it reduced to a small body the size of a matchbox ice bones now and then observe suicide under running warm tap water until the box is not nothing but water and salt .. and then stack the mourning figures in parent's bed and laugh hoarsely in the hall of candles, while a SWAT commando descend from heaven to arrest. (?)
Brr. XD I miss my old nightmares about impending marmota, were familiar XD
Sunday, January 4, 2009
What Does Swollen Ankels Mean
mi guardo intorno con sorpresa accorgendomi che le cose non sono cambiate poi molto
è un gran risultato visto che stava tutto crollando in pezzi fino a qualche tempo fa
prossimi obiettivi? si vive alla giornata..e nel frattempo l'anno nuovo mi ha fatto scoprire i Kent..che dalla fredda svezia ci regalano questo gioiellino dal titolo VinterNoll2
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5uYa8gWs2rE
e per chi capisse lo svedese
Och dom säger att stan har blivit tyst och ful och öde älskling
Att det kommer bli en lång kall vinter
Jag har lärt mig att saknaden är värst när nån har sovit som ett barn
Through an icy winter
You are my hero because you dare to be straight
You are my hero because you are just as weak as I
Come help me I need you again again again
And you know that the city is just like city has always been
In anticipation of a long cold winter
And you say that missing one can learn to live with sometimes
Through an icy winter
You are my hero because you dare to be straight
You are my hero you are just so weak that I
Come help me I need you again again again
You are my hero you dare Straight
You are my hero because you are just as weak as I
Come help me I need you again again again
And again
Pace e lung white gente
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