Tuesday, December 19, 2006

Higher Power Micronized Creatine



Tuesday December 19, 2006
Listening: Hoku Boshi - Younha (Bleach OST)
Mood:

Cansadita ... I "finish" to pack all my stuff ... yeap, early morning (say, today) I'm a little house, I return to Santiago, my family, my mom, my sis ... for people who love me.
I'm not saying do not let anyone here, kako-chan knows that's not true, but you need to return to my roots. My soul calls for a break from all this busy year.
And speaking of this year, as I doubt that fence to write something very consistent from the big city, I will devote some minutes to analyze this year that passes. Let's see ...


If anyone can say that this year has changed his life, I am.
If I started a little nervous, without fully understanding what I was facing, the passage of "living with family" to "living on your own" was not as difficult as I thought. I admit that several people helped me to "acclimatise" to this situation, but I thought it would cost me more.
is good that the U.S. is responsible for making you think of anything else other than your house and your beautiful family.
Speaking professionally, in the race I was pretty good. I got good grades, the occasional drama payments referred to but not more than normal. In addition, this semester I was relatively short. Classes, despite being stressful, were made in full and do not complain of the results.
other words, do not complain much as I can not. I know I could have given more than me, but that does not motivate me as much ... I think I miss a little more incentive on the part of the teachers, as they were flat this year.
Finally, in regard to college, went well. Of that, I have no problems.
In regard to friendships as I was away a little of my Tamachy, but it was unconscious. Because I lived so close, and that relations were a little more difficult. The distance, although half an hour by bus, Very much so. But at the end of year things were settled and I'm proud of my girl, came in fourth and now faces the challenge university. I wish him well.
What concerns Naru and Hoggy, Hoggy With
well ... I have mixed feelings. On the one hand, I liked to participate. Meet people (especially the emme-chan! N_n), will participate in the Triwizard Tournament in a vineyard, look like art and play champion goat boy meanwhile, was entertaining. But otherwise it was pure drama and things murky.
That fights for power, that love dramas (myself included here), which lies, pelts, stupid children, immature people ... arg!, I just remember that the blood boil.
But it's over and it is better to remember those beautiful things, those that make smiles out n_n (like when we took the sappy a raven in the game xD).
In contrast, the Naru things get complicated.
'd rather not go into detail, not because I canned, but because it hurts. In
I can say that I considered my friend, I thought she loved me the way I did. He trusted me, believed in me ... wrong!
to it as there are no girlfriends or at least I was not one of them.
And if Naru, if you wanted, if I thought one of my best friends, if you wanted to finish In Nomine, but to believe you have sinned. I made the mistake of believing your word, to listen to when you did not want to hear me.
I had gotten the mail that kills , that I wrote Blinded by the quirks of Sheba and my own sorrows. But if that led to you to do everything you did, it strikes me know what you would have done if you really wanted to hurt you. So
my friend, do not ask that you listen, you look and try to be your friend. Do not give me "and I that I have guilt, because I do not believe you.
I got tired of listening to you, to mourn sorrows of love, lament about not getting those who yearn. I got sick ... get yourself another to support your hobbies and fetishes weird, I'm not your toy.

But all is not as bad concerning friendship. My daughter has been a seven Blurn me.
This year has been funny, we mimicked a lot and have been working much closer together.
I am more than grateful to her and her family. I have collected and accepted no blame, no abuse. They have been my surrogate family, that support when I felt bad.
I owe much, without you do not know what had happened to me.
Thanks!

And now, the love of the subject: P
The year began like many others, with several fights because of his obsessions and mine, of jealousy morons and my past grudges. Normal.
But things changed after Hoggy, I noticed other, distant. Sure, we liked each other and could not admit it.
The problem was that, upon returning from vacation, everyone knew the "new romance", which I had no idea ... assumed.
That day I said I expected him to say. "Terms" were his exact words. "Let us end but we remain friends," I remember him saying.
I thought it could, to trust him and this time it had to be easy, but nothing could prepare the wave of lies then I discovered.
course, as you said you loved me, I would always be the only woman who would love, you were with another, with a brat.
So you thought silly am I, "I think so imbecile?. Seriously, I thought four years would be worth something to you, at least going to respect me and say 'hey, I like this person ... so you end up. " But no, you preferred the easy way out, the "we are more friends than anything else." Liar. Pets
you wanted someone that would meet your hobbies hormone. I was no good because, unfortunately for you, I'm still the world's oldest virgin. The only university that has not "over" yet.
And you know I would not have given you. Because I analyzed my life better and I should never say "return" that 2003, I should apologize for giving me never cheated with my cousin (my best friend was an idiot, you fucked up life and you wash your hands, saying it was her fault ... coward) .
Worst of all, it always made me feel bad, I always denigrated under your "you look pretty." Everything I did I was wrong, I was the witch who knew nothing. Fat, ugly, not as smart as the great seba.
Now, I have not always the crappy side, I can see me as I am. I can go and get visual clothes that I like my hair the way I want, paint black eyes because.
'm cute, I'm a good person, I'm smart and I'm much more than you can ever dream of having. I'm not even your level, never was, but now I realize.
But do not hate you asshole, I feel sorry. You are a poor cowardly, insecure, hidden behind that shield of pseudo-wisdom, which enjoys making people feel useless just to stand out and feel needed.
wasted four years ... I hope now you can recover what little I have left the race.
You know something?, I agree that you are excellent computer, but you die of hunger as a person. While

year gave me pattern of "freedom" in the aspect of love, had no idea he would send me a slap around the corner.
Yeap, I liked a classmate. Error ...
is not my fault you have a weakness for blue eyes Oh god ...
.
Anyway, I think you know enough about bakayasu. The only thing this last time I talked about it is, so few words on the subject may be terminated with regard to him.
Bakayasu is a classmate, is my age and entered me, but it goes well with its branches and is about to go out for practice.
At first glance does not look like my type please I was with seba ... tastes xD I speak even now I try to analyze the situation more calmly, I can not understand why I liked him first.
The thing is, with the passage of the semester, I ended up having a pretty big crush on him .

Uff ... while I was pleading. Can you imagine?, I say "I like you." Clear that this did not happen, he eventually ended up pulling me around a corkscrew tip. But the matter is that what I said or admitted it, I dunno. I said at last.
The problem was that I was only her friend and did not like that to kiss her girlfriends. I had planned it, just wanted you to know and with that end of a good time with this hobby, which I was really sick that time.
But you know something, despite its rare hobbies, you forget to call when he says he will, that is a cool most of the time I like to talk to him. I think if I had spoken before him, could have become a great friend. But it all ends tomorrow.
I go and he goes, I go back and he did not. Knight
So, goodbye. It was a nice year, I enjoyed talking to you, it's relaxing. But things always end and for me, is this.
bye.

Well my dear readers, that was my year. Well mixed with emotion tired and changes. I'm older, more autonomous and more beautiful, I know I'm cute and, seeing me, I'm starting to like what I see.
A kiss to all who follow this little blog.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.

Pd: Renji wanted to go with a bike !!!... Quero a renji for this Christmas (pd for katita: anyone going to leave me a card under my door black in Santiago?)
Pd2: I need a teddy Ishida ... want one !!!!!!

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Mh-c9000 Aaa & Aa Simultaneously

Year My Xmas Stocking

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Tuesday, December 5, 2006

Getting Into The Us From Puerto Rico

Finally!! Nothing good

AL inspiration and my desire to write again ... I'm so happy !!!!!!! (All thanks to Abarai Renji: drool:)

something here cortito

Title: "Twilight"
Format: Drabble, 100 words
Words: 100
Warnings: None
Author Notes : Inspired by Abarai Renji : P.. oh, way of saying "Bye bye" uu


I have never liked the sunsets, but this was perfect. The soft notes of fall floating in the sea of fond memories and your hair seemed to join in this gentle music.

sighed at the sound of your eyes with mine and there I knew this was our moment, the minute before the sun pose their arms in the middle of the serene ocean.

Without waiting for an answer, I kissed your lips with salt, losing my luck against the doomed fate.

held my breath as the sea breeze took you from me and held my smile to see you float through the air.



pd: new icon Ishida!!

Monday, November 27, 2006

Tac 5 Recon Paintball Gun Manual



When you think you are wrong, fate forces you to look carefully and understand that things can be worse. In my case, a call from my mom ...
My uncle is not well, had deteriorated and things were horrible ... thought that would not leave. Even the older brother of my mom traveled from Argentina to visit, it means that things were not right.
My mom on the other hand, did not say anything. The "is esstable" or "Do not worry, if I went to see yesterday" were typical in conversations with her, when she remembered to call.
know I can not do anything, but I would have liked to know and cooperate with something. If he was so ill, had been split in two by three to there ... just what they did not want to do.
this hurts, I feel helpless, useless. I am here in Antofagasta, 1361 km from Santiago, feeling bad about leseras ... while there are bad things, well, now they are better. My uncle was in stable condition as doctors confirmed yesterday, but I still feel as useless.
I do something, but I can not. Uncle Yoyito
So, pull up, things have to improve.


pd: I will not mourn the U, but it tears me story fall apart.

Sunday, November 26, 2006

Jelly Bracelet Color Chart

Friday, Saturday and Sunday

These three days have been ... how to say, special
But not in the way that most think.
On Friday, a corkscrew that yes, I could say something about how I felt. It was a good statement teenager, but a statement after all.
shameful not go into details but I can say that I want as a friend, not a bad situation, but not good at all.

On Saturday I got up early to help my kako-chan sale. I got burned, my feet hurt, but I laughed arto.
The bad thing is that my Tamashi came to see me while I was selling stuff ... bad, that made cove less and would have liked to see it. So I grabbed some money and went home ...
we laughed, talked and it was fun n_n creek

On Sunday or today, had planned to invite a certain person to eat something and give something he had written. Failed, was traveling and had to do a job ...

anyway ...
've been there no more, I lele all, I have a red face and flames burned so well.
Emotionally, I am also no longer there. You can not do anything about it, things were not.
So forget it has been said, I hope not write more to respcto and forget these things.
but, as the last post of the topic, I self-dedicate a song: P (mellow as could be, but that he will do uu)


"I'd Rather Be In Love - Michelle Branch"

I cannot help it I couldn't stop it if I tried
The same old heartbeat fills the emptiness I have inside
And I've heard that you can't fight love, so I won't complain
'Cause why would I stop the fire that keeps me going on?

'Cause when there's you, I feel whole
And there's no better feeling in the world
But without you I'm alone
And I'd rather be in love with you

Turn out the lights now
To see is to believe
I just want you near me
I just want you here with me
And I'd give up everything only for you
It's the least that I could do

'Cause when there's you, I feel whole
And there's no better feeling in the world
But without you I'm alone
And I'd rather be in love with you

And I feel you holding me

Why are we afraid to be in love?
To be loved
I can't explain it
I know it's tough to be loved

And I feel you holding me

Oh, oh
And when there's you, I feel whole
And there's no better feeling in the world
But without you I'm alone

And I'd rather be in love
Yes, I'd rather be in love
Oh, I'd rather be in love with you

And I feel you holding me, oh


Lo bueno de esto es que lo de irme a argentina está casi listo. Por lo menos el hermano mayor de my mom and told her that after my career, I was there to specialize
That n_n me up the mood, also the younger brother of my mother is stable and ... hopefully everything goes well with him.

And that ... nothing more to say, nothing more than feelings.
A kiss to all bye bye

Monday, November 20, 2006

Skates Causing Arch Pain

Yesterday input

Sunday November 19, 2006
Listening: Sara - Boa Kwon
Mood: Disapointed

I do not know why I feel I've been a fool, I've been carried away by the illusions silly me blush made by these useless dreams robbed me smile. Why are we with things, I was a fool to believe anything could be beautiful and romantic when cupid strikes only for those who are worth ... not for this crazy dreamer who tries to live what he writes.
"Romanticism cheap" as it says Sae. Only that I have completed my daily life.
I know it sounds pathetic, but no, this is just a lament to the loneliness that I must have the companion ... at least, as a romantic partner. Now I got exaggerated
xD
These months I have written, drawn, thought, dreamed, lived every moment towards the idea that someone was interested in me. Not like the girl classmate or notes or cooking rich, if not for the girl I am ... I thought
all I've been through, being used, being deceived, as the discarded rag all the sun shine at last. No matter if it was not so romantic, I needed the illusion that fed my esteem ... god knows how I need That. However
I've spent over a week waiting to hear from that person, saying "quiet, may have been forgotten or is busy" I never believed that there was never any intention of actually using.
I'm not sad, because there is no reason to be, but I am disappointed. I'm with him, with my luck, my destiny and me for being so stupid. How could I even think that those smiles were special, or that our talks were important. The hugs were just courtesy, but I believe in them.
For a moment I thought my life would be like Momo-chan, who bakayasu bakayasu and Toji would better not talk xD (BTW, I will not make the page, if you want to say to help you or katia I recommend a co-race, but I will not. I know your intentions).
Baka, baka, baka, bakayasu! Je

I re lasted little girl forces ready to do anything, but when fate sends you the phone calls from your ex (puaj!) instead of who really wanted to hear, because things change. Anyway ...


The past week was titled nii-san My friend Kako-chan (katita!!). We spent all day Wednesday ordering and decorating the place where dinner would be held. Inflate 100 balloons between them, we did about 17 index cards with decorative caps and everything. I hurt my fingers, my left hand and I was ultra tired ... but everything was beautiful. The dinner was very nice, the kids were ultra happy with the decor and had a good time. It was a beautiful moment, I really congratulate both (nii-san and his friend kako whose names I will not say for protection of both ... xDDD Leonardo
Congratulations

All this got me thinking about my thesis project in my degree, that within two years and will be a designer and I can hardly understand it yet.
Uff ... lack little, very little.

So that, my child is sick kako (I hope it improves), Bakayasu is gone and my course has become a group of damn selfish ... yeah right!. It's become that much, pq long ago and they were (métanse trip where they see fit, anniversary gástense money as they choose, tómenselo especially if you like, but do not ask me again if I'm running for jobs or if I can lend my notes. lost all me.) Advertisement

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n_n PS: damn cris-kun !!!!!! Those things he did to p-chan are not>. \u0026lt;
Pd2: p-chan Greesh a kiss giant known for anything (knock, kill, kill xD) tells me n_n
Pd3: Again , the interface will not ask me, I will not work with you, pq if you think that seeing my photos in the kako photoblog-chan and telling me I am beautiful, does not mean I'm ready to receive you with open arms. You were a real jerk to me, do not think that things are forgotten in a little over three months.
I'm not as dumb as you think I am.
PD4: Not'll be here forever ... I will never be.

Monday, November 13, 2006

Can You Be Pregnant And Not Have Any Cm?

This is the Saturday

Saturday November 11, 2006
Listening: Return to Innocence - Enigma
Mood: Thoughtful

few hours ago I got the cyber, had planned to surf for an hour, but some conversation left me stuck all afternoon.
is true that given a good slap can remove many things, but is someone who gives, so to speak way, not so close (do not know if you understand ... arg! yuki no you're not going to explain, if understood, it is understood, if not, bad luck), you may remove more of what you want.
Let's see, how to explain it.
I have been told to send to hell the rest of the world, who thinks of me and only me to close my eyes and get carried away, others take the same. This I have heard so many times, so many mouths, I've lost count. Even I have written here so many, but ... It's that damn but
.
In some way or another, I always did deaf ears and preferred to stay locked, secure within this shell I call body.
I've written thousands of words, I have described many scenarios where I can be me and nobody but me. I fantasized about thousands of situations, filling my pockets with impossible dreams and realities in which to escape. My life is an adaptation of a dream as a child, a Shakespearean tragedy in the lowest category. Venezuelan novel worth (no offense, of course).
My point is that I've been elsewhere but here. My reality has been distorted in strange ways and I feel myself like a fly that looks like things are happening.
But as I have lived all my years.
I've been painting the wall, noting that everything that surrounds it. "I've been watching people for too long, which has left me without an identity which only longing for love ... what others have. "
In dynamics could say some things, perhaps the current group could not understand, chances are they did not know what I meant when I said I liked the voice of a certain person or attitudes of another or as usual they highlight in the middle from the crowd.
Hell if I could still do the same!
The tragedy is that I am who I stop, I provoke internal chaos that keeps me moving forward. However
have changed. At least I dropped my defenses and bars are not as high, it is easier to get to me now. It has cost me, I lost things I thought important by this change, but not worth it.
I will not let them treat me like a fool again, I will not let me use that old rag.
true that I have chosen the wrong friends in the past, I think that is something which I have encountered many times. Now ... now I just want to see how everything progresses, I'm tired of analyzing the world ... I would not think so.
In that, sir, you are quite right. What I note southern lot, I complicate for everything and anything, I'm drowning in deep seas, in glasses and water glasses without water.
I'm complicated, I know.
I'm a mess, I know.
I'm a time bomb exploding every two years ... I know that very well. I
deep, I am calm and little panic, I am led to my ideas. I'm dreaming, I am artist and writer, I am designer and communicator. I am a scholar, I'm smart, I applied and responsible. I'm intellectual (that count?), I'm avid reader ...
But more importantly ... I'm one

That should be worth all of the above and all I do not remember (or do not want to remember).
I ... I do not think
, not love, not suffering, not to mourn.
I see my father's eyes and ask "why?". I would not think about it again and again does not affect me much. I want a certain person
embraced me and said "all going to be OK. " I want this karma
lonely out a good time in my head and leave me alone, live in peace.
Again, I'm so complicated. I hold both of the past, present, and I miss the nice things that dwell therein.

Today was a strange day.
back at the self-analysis he had left in the inkwell. I thought about my father, my sister, in her sad eyes when he thought he would.
I thought about my life and my actions, the things I want and I want. I realized that it must be me and that although I have heard this many times, not bad read of someone else.
So another wand is dropped of my window, I'm sure. So, get ready, this girl is harder. If they think they have seen it all, you have no idea of what may come. But
easy, I doubt they realize those who do not look good.

: sigh:
I feel good, calm and smiling (long time since I felt this way ... it's weird).
And to think it all started because you can tell I'm southern too xD
Knight (again), if you read this, thanks. Not explain any further or you will challenge me again -///-. We should be talking and more often, releases tension

n_n Kisses to all!

PS1: if you do not realized (if is that is reading this), the post is for you.
Pd2: I'm going to charge the floor with the idea of going out for a drink;) PD3
by kako-chan: toy buh my fault the yuki is not going to be able to go to ride peter sn cry cry and do not see a bakayasu cry cry too I have the ceremony pq title of my bro cry cry sorryyy

Saturday, November 11, 2006

Xacti Vpc-fh1 37mm Filter

Am I know you? Passion

Today something strange happened to me ... I was preparing my super
lunch (burgers and salad of corn xD) when it reaches the fiance of one of the girls in my house. I do not I locate itself much, at most, I've put a "hello" quite distant, but nothing more.
's case is that the guy arrives and starts giving me the chatter that I use a lot of the PC and I'm going to go blind and so forth.
First I thought it was a joke, a way of trying to be liked, but did not tone used to think that. Maybe the humor is strange ... Anyway

bothered me enough, pq not met him, I do not know what it is called to come and challenge me to use my computer. People are very strange
today.

Anyway ...

temita going to another, my head lele.
I've been trying to write for NaNoWriMo, but it seems that my brain does not want. As the ideas do not flow and, hopefully, I bring about 500 words written. God, I Sucks ...
Moreover, as the poster had to do for the super religious festival "a song for jesus" was not the way I wanted. The idea worked out Christian, that's something, but the result is ultra beaten. Nu liked (despite what I say my girl Katie, I liked my job nu).
This semester has been the best, I can not connect, focus, find that something that motivated me ... Well, if there is something that motivates me, but that is story in itself.
may be so loose jobs, have had little originality. Having it's definitely what my friend Chris-kun sticks no please! I do not want supposed to happen.

Anyway, things are well. I'm bored, I'm arta, I need to release tension, get rid of the pressure routinely take off all this bullshit that I have in my crazy head ...
I Need Something Different maybe an other soul? ... I do not know

So people, this is my weekend. A very fun week, yeapie!

uu pd: ** ** slap on my face sometimes come when least expected, but they help a lot when this crazy apologize writer gives for both. (Knight, if you read this, Thank you. You know what I mean, but nu rete me that I also like talking to you)

Friday, October 20, 2006

Ho Wmuch Tax Will I Pay On My Roth Ira Rollover?

Madrugada

Wednesday October 18, 2006
Listening / Watching: Bedfore Diaries (and I'm also listening Sexy, Sexy, Sexy by Ken Martin)
Mood: Working on ... well, Trying.

Passion is what moves the human being, but one who is guided by the passion itself, is a fool for no reason " (thoughts while watching BD)
What is my passion?
Now that I start pondering what I can not decide if I move is part of my passion or are just things I like and I believe I'm passionate about.
I can say that I love to read, each letter of a good story boils under my skin burning the insides of my body. But nevertheless the prayers come through my retina failing to get what propels me forward.
I can say that writing is my passion. Each letter that leaves my lips and move my fingers in search of the perfect sentence, one that succeeded in synthesizing embedded my most secret thoughts, feelings, feelings ... But words have many interpretations, that my original idea is lost in trying to trash others say.
I can say that design is a passion. Going under the dark waters of communication, creating images that deliver not only thoughts and messages, but it feelings, offer a world under the microscope of a corresponding color under the eyes of anyone who needs to feel one in the world that surroundings. But the images, drawing, the phrase that encompasses the design is too banal, too susceptible to the world and its changes, its avant-garde styles. Can not be unique, but that is looking for and what suggests that when envy other people's work. The design is very easy to sell and is what controls the weak mind.
I can say that the passion itself is my passion, but only I would be lying. I really do not know that I love. If a good book, if a starry night with anyone who can make me feel calm. I do not know if what I've been looking for is something that moves my feet in the sand, I do not know if that someone needed to complete what my passion is looking for.
Hell, I wonder how that makes me wake up every day, who manages to open his eyes and say "Yes, today will be a great day." Perhaps that's passion?, Wake up will to live. Maybe life itself is an uncontrollable passion, the dream of those free of forgiveness.
What if the passion is tied to what we love?, Then I left. I loved, I've suffered and I still feel my passion. I need to find more, but passion is not sought, because experiences are just not very important, without that fire that I require.
"Passion is hurt, passion is painful" . Throne Richard (Milo Ventimiglia).
If passion can move mountains, then I did the grains of sand I can move yet. Or maybe still do not know if I have the power to do so, perhaps my passion is hidden waiting to come out when least expected ... I really hope that's it.


Later ...

Some memes stolen from the beautiful [info] imati_lau and [info] kendappa_o respectively n_n


1. Do you garden?: Nopis, when we lived with my family here, if you had a very nice
2. What is your favorite comic?: Just one?, Boo ... to see, I've been reading lately is arto Utena, but I have no fav nothing special (unless the collection of RK ^ ^)
3. You know all the words of your national anthem?: More or less, before I knew the song completito but as that has been missing from my memory augers -///-
4. Bath or shower? Morning or night?: Depending on the season. Winter, a shower in the evening or before bedtime. Summer, early-morning shower to remove the heat (if possible one in the afternoon, better!)
5. The best movie you saw last month: The other day I saw on Cinemax, "Pirates of Silicon Valley." Excellent, shows how things happened in the days when Apple had the advantage, when Microsoft was beginning (data, Apple stole the Seros Mouse n_n). See it, very good (Also comes Noah Wiley as Steve Jobs)
6. Added "favorite pizza?: Corn! (Corn xD)
7. Potatoes or popcorn?: Popcorn rather sweet with caramel arto if possible. Wave I buy a bucket huge film and dies after 5 mins of film.
8. What color lipstick do you have?: Lately, the Avon frutillita -///-, but usually use pastels better if lipgloss (between pink and purple)
9. Have you ever smoked peanut shells?: First, do not smoke. Second, smoked peanut shells?
10. Have you ever been in a beauty contest?: Odd, but if I participated in Miss Hoggy, representing a Hufflepuff (while participating in the community of Harry Potter fans here ... and I do not like HP xD)
11. "Orange juice or apple?: Orange, vitamin hit is nice. Term course after vomiting in the bathroom ... it makes me wrong TT.TT naranjita
12. Who was the last person who went out to dinner? Where: With my mom and my sis, and went to a Cantonese Chinese restaurant.
13. Type "favorite Chocolate bar?: Sanenuss is very delicious almonds.
14. When was the last time you voted?: For the December 2005 presidential
15. "Last time you ate a homegrown tomato?: In the summer, my uncle brought me tomatoes fresh from the garden n_n
16. Have you won a trophy?: Trophy, a trophy no, but if I won a medal or a galvano best generation to leave the school.
17. Are you good at cooking?: SIPS, is one of the things I like to do and share when I can.
18. You know how to put gas in the car?: The Obvious. One parking, drives the lever that opens the gate of gasoline and tells the knight "Sir I want x dollars in benzene x style xD. (I know how is that nu)
19. Have you ordered something from an infomercial?: Odd, but I've always been very tempted to buy that crap ... I'm so cachurera.
20. "Sprite or 7-up?: Both ... while you have lemon, my happy
21. Have you ever used even at work?: Well, when I worked in shops Christmas Ripley, I had to wear a shirt that said "support Christmas."
22. "Last thing you bought at the pharmacy?: Talc for shoes -///-
23. Have you ever thrown up in public: the question should be, how many times I've vomited in public?. Put me in something moving and I assure you show me -///-
24. Would you rather be a millionaire or find true love?: Silver or love ... hard ta xD Buch. I prefer to find the love that this matches me and be happy at least. If I am sacrificing the millions need something in return xD
25. Do you believe in love at first sight?: SIPS, I still hope something happens to me that style -////-
26. Have you ever called a 0-800?: Nope
27. Can ex's be friends?: I tried, but guess who fucked up everything with his lies?
28. Who was the last person you visited in a hospital?: The mom of my friend Kako-chan
29. Did you have long hair when you were a baby?: SIPS, my mom said that seemed punk with my black tuft (and now brown hair tngo)
30. What message do you have on your answering machine?: None, the typical next art on the voicemail of the cel.
31. What is your favorite character on SNL?: mmm ... I liked the type cove talking and was not understood anything xDD (the chris catan not remember if it was with "K" or "c"). But I prefer to see "who's line is it anyway"
32. How was your first pet?: A Memoir, just know that was a dog I got the head in the water pq ... as I was thirsty.
33. What do you have in your wallet / bag?: Croquera girl, field notebook, 6B graphite pencil, 0.9 mechanical pencil, pencil, eraser, paper number, my wallet with my briefcases, pass my school, my academic credentials, a pen, my discman, my glitter strawberry, golden lip balm and thousands more xD leseritas
34. Favorite activity "at bedtime?: Make icons of Roger Federer or hobby of the moment. Oh, watch tv tb
35. What is something you appreciate today?: I appreciate that I feel more confident about myself and I'm happy, smiling a mile a minute n_n



oooooooo -------- ----
-------- IF YOUR LIFE

WAS A MOVIE, WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?

So, here's how it works:
1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)
2. Put it on shuffle
3.
Press play 4. For Every question, type the song that's playing
5. When you go to a new question, press the next button
6. Do not lie and try to pretend you're cool ...


Opening Credits: Maria Arredondo feat
Espen Lind ~ Remedy [Ok, first song bizarre list, and we count xD]

Waking Up: Dave McLoud ~ Bombalero
Comanchero [To the audience loving style beatmania and parapara]

First Day At School:
Aha ~ You are the One

Falling In Love:
Liquid Dreams O Town ~ [Time teenager depressing, if you want to be the dance -///-]

Fight Song:
Avantasia Malleus Maleficarum ~ [porfin something decent xD]
Breaking
Up: Espen Lind ~
Her Looks like [I love that song, pq has to be breaking up TT.TT]

Prom: Foo Fighters


~ Wind Up Life:
Aha ~ Stay On These Roads [Best song could not have been]

Mental Breakdown:
OST Basilisk ~ Kouga Ninpou Chou [wuiii finally something in Japanese ^ - ^]

Driving:
Ken Martin Sexy Sexy Sexy ~ [Ok, as it is a car ride for pure posear xD]

Flashback: Nutcracker Suite ~ Tchaikovvsky


Getting Back Together: Muse ~ Starlight
[sigh, damn song challenge]

Wedding:
Aha ~ The sun always shines on TV [Hahahaha ... like that in my OST, Aha's favorite group]

Birth of Child:
~ Every Heart Boa Kwon (Inglés version)

Final Battle: OST
Kaleido Star ~ Sora no Theme (piano version) [happy that the final battle ]

Death Scene:
Espen Lind ~ Lucky for You [Ok, this is like medium rare, unless a suicide extreme would be lucky the person who dies]

Funeral Song:
Dawson's Creek OST ~ Opening Theme [xD die unless someone really bad, this song as it does not stick]

End Credits: Rurouni Kenshin OST ~
Undanceable Waltz [my film is one to cry all, that is obvious ... snif]

He planned

Tuesday, October 3, 2006

Sharp Half Pint Microwave Model Number

a Thursday night

up something I wrote on Saturday before I left, but defendant is nu longer the case with much feeling right now.
This I put what I wrote now a night in which he had many things to do xD ...
in order ...

here goes.

early morning of September 28th. Listening
: Older - George Michael
Mood: Smiling mischievously ...

not know what my hobby to reread so often "Night" ... Something caught me in that story, I do not know if music helps this pseudo obsession I have, but creates a rather intoxicating. Perfect situation to be carried away my mind to places explored over and over again and expecting patients to write about them ... God ...
I'm feeling naughty this night.
would have something to do with the new numa (in my cute blurn) that has appeared in my life? ... I do not think my mind is wandering too much on certain tennis matches or emergency room, leaving little room for natural fantasize in real life.
What if blurn as my girl?. At least these days I smiled again, after some conversation I've been more "teenager" than normal, even I have to blush at times. But this can not be the cause of my addiction to "One Night" ... it's Must Be Something Else.

"Four weeks and ...? A month from this Saturday?
admit that knowing that I give you your things left me with a bitter taste in the mouth and can not because of me or something. Is that now if it is definitive, if an end now Without turning back.
is strange, spending almost five years with one person and understand that to get day he would no longer
... Sad but true, as one song I know, you like.

I admit it is strange to lay eyes on someone else and not feel bad about it, knowing that those smiles faded or several flirtations do not imply nothing serious but the odd flush of me and that I should not reproach myself for this attitude, nor do the invitations, or by companies that have.
not going to mess with Pedro, Juan and Diego, but rarely know what can.
do not know if I get used, but thanks to a Saturday afternoon, I know things will be fine and that little by little, I'll reply to some smiles faded from that wind blows again on my hair ...
Come to

Saturday, September 16, 2006

Birthday Baloon Clipart

Essence Designs! Federer Disappointed

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community is my web design and more stuff. I hope quqe

Friday, September 15, 2006

Arcitic Cat Snowmobile For Sale Toronto



like n_n Arta am many things, hypocritical people, lies, that I keep trying as stupid.
I know that at first glance, definene me as someone cool, as if things happen to me over and nothing will affect me. Paresce a stone wall to the emotions of those situations where it would be sad ....
But even not notice, things when I arrive, if affect me if I hurt myself and most intimate feelings.
I'm not stone, but I would love to be ...

"all persons who have criticized without knowing the truth,
For those who do not realize the truth of a fact or just make malicious comments with the to try to destroy what we built as


....." Why highlight this?.
Because I called attention to the hypocrisy of people.
I'm not dumb enough to come and try me that way, but in some ways, I understand that "friends" to take advantage of my state and treat me with sympathy when they just want to stake me in the back. I also understand how others are "inspired" with my pain ... I fully understand that . But one thing is to understand all that and the other is that it hurts me.
So. .. if they think I'm stupid, ok sometimes I am. If you think I'm easy to fool, I often think perfect story. But come with me "are the most important me "or" not want to lose "because actions speak otherwise.
And for you, guy who needs to talk. There is nothing to say, I said everything and said nothing. And in spite of having spent five years together, not yet I can understand you. For if you believed that by saying "finish" I podnría to mourn and implore you not, you're wrong. Pq had the problem as you, not me ... I was super well with the relationship, you who wanted to take other routes.
And if you wanted to hurt me ... I congratulate you, you did it in spades. But pq going with another girl, if not believe that, with false concerns, I would not give me realize something that everyone knew and nobody was layers me.
So goodbye ... I hope that someday things will be fixed, but for now, not knowing more about you. I'm tired of you ...

See ya '
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the other hand, after this shock I needed. I have written two little stories, I intend to show.
Gomen if I copy the format of writters Canvas, but it suits me pretty up my writing in this way.

Enjoy!

Title: Summer
Format: Short Story
Words:
500 words Warnings: No special
Author's Notes: little story made for the challenge [info] writers_canvas


"Remember when my dad nearly drowned this summer?" Andrew was looking for an answer, smiling as he had done many times. She said nothing.

"It was fun to try out the water, swim so that you knew then," chuckled in his back made him turn curious, smiling back to the girl looked at him tenderly.

"Claudia also sends you greetings, always remember you." Gently moved her hair brown, clearing the white face of his companion, who smiled framing quiet those rosy cheeks, still warm to the touch of his hand.

"We miss you this summer, the lake was not the same without you ...." The voice is interspersed with the last words. Been so difficult to declare that summer, his heart beating a mile when she steeled herself and took her hand in his own, praying that she did not say anything wrong. He could still remember how she looked surprised and blushes among children, had squeezed his hand hard just to sit closer, resting her head on the male shoulder. Andrew

still felt his pulse increased when reminded that, he had been the happiest guy on the planet, the more fortunate of the universe. The girl who wanted her and nothing would correspond to separate or fall rains a close, or the quirks of his mother against a girlfriend so young, even if the same lake in which were lying around the area flooded he was standing.



But now ... He sighed, letting out the air with some sadness. His girlfriend, the love of his life, childhood friend, followed him without saying a word, as if silence were a penalty for their cowardly acts. "If only ..." he thought, "if only I had been by your side, perhaps it would be different. " Closing his eyes

approached her. It was amazing how your skin still smelled of those green leaves of the lake and his hair as fresh as the water that seeped through his fingers, each summer with her.

"If only ...", carefully approached her delicate face and kissed the cheeks. She was as quiet as before, nothing seemed to make her forget that which afflicted his heart. In between

hesitation, Andrew pulled out a photograph of his jacket pocket. Was worn, a little broken but still intact main image reflecting as is the memory of a young child in the summer.

"I brought a gift," he said, "I know not much, but I hope to serve you on your journey ... at least make you some company." Carefully put the piece of paper in the hands of the girl, making her hold with some firmness. Then he kissed her forehead, rubbed his nose with his own and walked away, leaving her lying in the middle white candles and a memorial service he undertook his girl heading to other worlds.




Title: A Night
Format: Short Story
Words: 454 words
Warning: Content is R, but no words or descriptions that are little rise in tone. It is generally well
PG-13 Author's Notes: This little story left me last night. Short, but the idea was going around for a while. Mania dreamer inspired by Roger Federer, but is adaptable to any hobby of those who read it n_n


Incredible as before waking up, everything seems mixed, and the reality not a dream which would not leave. And is that the shadows of an empty room, a soft silhouette slips into the folds of my bed, rehearsing a play passionate caresses.

Your brown eyes seem to shine amid self-imposed darkness, highlighting your hair disheveled that sea fresh and relaxing. But I still do not understand you, without understanding the fantasy that seems to come alive and is delivered to the perfect touch who delves into my being.

Again the trails of my skin, kissing lips, tired, ready to receive you, waiting for more intimate feel your breath.

And you get tired and breathe, and you lose track of time between warm sand that define your figure.

and leads you sign for my soul, catching with your hands, wet passages of a furtive walk, tours of beings themselves on the edge of the night itself.

Smooth and complex, extinctions reason and blame. You're a vineyard vines lost, hidden by weeds field of absolute logic.

You let yourself breathe, to breathe the fresh morning smell that haunts my lonely soul. Let try honey in your mouth and you fill the sweetness of the mine, extracting its purest elixir, one that has been in your search. Walker

unfinished dreams I can still get lost in your expert hands, including those as tours will walk in his sleep. I am still melt at the touch of your skin against mine, your body entwined with mine, releasing little awareness that remains, intimidating to the madness that threatens to come.

guilty pleasure is your shy smile and eyes to look deep mine, concerns a child to see you play with my life. Salt-cured arms Oh I give this illusion nocturnal want to miss, get carried away with your words in his ear that burn under your tongue. I feel you near when you reach the end of my search, so you by my side when you fall through burning rendered in groans.

But the night slides into the lights of a dawn misleading, pompous among the crimson of his coming. And you stand still while I open my eyes when I check my side alone.
And I've gone back to the moon and the stars with me tonight capricious fool with delusions of those who never has been by my side. From one who walks in the morning, when my dream is my reality as sane seems crazy, a useless reason dementia who live at night in waiting for your arrival ...

End -

Monday, September 11, 2006

Torn Ankle Ligament Aircast 2009



As my Roger Federer child won the U.S. Open yesterday (in a match that could see TT.TT nu: I cry:) I decided to celebrate his victory with five icons. Ojala
like and, you know, if they take a place a credit n_n


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pd: all the "We're just friends" I do not buy it anymore ...
pd2: I still bruising of Quidditch lelen TT.TT
PD3: I registered on the official website of my beloved R. Federer! n_n
PD4: Meme! removed from the journal of briec
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