[# 8] The Dangers of the Russian steppes
Title: The Dangers of the Russian steppes
Plate: # 8, Some like it cold
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Character (s) / Pairing (s) : Russia-China
Rating: PG
Warnings: Shonen-ai
Disclameirs : This fic is not written for profit. All characters mentioned belong to Hidekaz Himayura.
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is not Christmas, but there the same Smolle
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Sunday, December 20, 2009
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Xd Rockstar On Silverado
head man of my life \u0026lt;3
The ideal man and my![[info]](https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/blogger_img_proxy/AEn0k_vdBbPFpbujX0prKAPs-YAJvq_JkyDQ33MIT3Fwb9fy0fP_MXZFQ87cXCOQCQzu3J7EmNK-q2YgtDC21AupaG8LZz7YHb3-_1PG3RdpxSrEyrzX0g=s0-d)
orchidea_lover \u0026lt;3 But I have the first numerino! uu
I hate people who use the Bible and religion to justify intolerance and hatred, God should not be love, assholes? Yes, I'm a sweet person XD
I leave to his hilarious and illuminating reflections on the sacred text ...
KNOWN RELIGIOUS a while ago, from the airwaves of Radio Maria, a listener said that homosexuality 'It's an abomination, because they say it is the BIBLE (Levet, 18:22). An ABOMINATION THAT CAN NOT 'BE TOLERATED IN CASE NO. 10 days ago that same listener wrote this letter to NOTO RELIGIOUS ...
Letter of May 16, 2009 Dear priest, I am writing to thank you for your educational work on the laws of the Lord. I learned a great deal from your program, and I tried to share that knowledge with as many people as possible. Now, when someone tries to defend the homosexual lifestyle, I simply remind them that Leviticus 18:22 clearly states it is an abomination. End of discussion. However, I need any advice from you, about other specific laws and how to apply.
I would like to sell my daughter into slavery, as provided Exodus 21:7. What do you think would be a good selling price? -
When I give focus to a bull on the altar of sacrifice, I know from the scriptures that it produces a pleasant aroma to the Lord (Leviticus 1.9). The problem is with my neighbors. Those blasphemous claim that the 'smell is not pleasant for them. I not struck? -
I know I can have contact with a woman while she is menstruating (Leviticus 15:19-24). The problem is: how do I ask if the have or not? Many women s'offendono.
- Leviticus 25:44 states that I may possess slaves, both male and female, provided they are purchased from neighboring nations foreign. A friend of mine claims that this can be done with the Mexicans, but not with the French. Can you clarify? Why can not I own Canadians? -
I have a neighbor who insists on working on the Sabbath. Exodus 35:2 clearly says he should be put to death. Am I morally obligated to kill him personally?
- A friend of mine feels that even though eating shellfish is an abomination (Leviticus 11:10), it is not homosexuality. I disagree. Can you settle this?
- Leviticus 21:20 states that I can not get all 'altar of God if I have a defect of sight. I have to admit that I use reading glasses ... my vision have to be 10/10 or is there some wiggle room here?
- Many of my male friends shave their hair, including those near the temples, even though this is expressly forbidden by the Bible (Leviticus 19:27). How should they die?
- In Leviticus 11:6-8 is that touching the skin of dead pig makes me unclean. To play football so I have to wear gloves?
- My uncle has a farm. He 's gone against Leviticus 19:19, because planting two different crops in the same field, even His wife has violated the same step, because by wearing garments made of two different kinds of thread (cotton / polyester blend). Not only that my uncle swears to go around. Is it really necessary that I take the trouble to gather all the townspeople to stone as prescribed by the scriptures? Could not we just set him on fire while they sleep, as recommended nicely Leviticus 20:14 for those who lie with relatives?
I know you have studied these topics in depth, so I'm sure you can answer these simple questions. On this occasion, thank you again for reminding us that the commandments are eternal and immutable. Always devout admirer. "
Here, the source said.
The ideal man and my
orchidea_lover \u0026lt;3 But I have the first numerino! uu I hate people who use the Bible and religion to justify intolerance and hatred, God should not be love, assholes?
I leave to his hilarious and illuminating reflections on the sacred text ...
KNOWN RELIGIOUS a while ago, from the airwaves of Radio Maria, a listener said that homosexuality 'It's an abomination, because they say it is the BIBLE (Levet, 18:22). An ABOMINATION THAT CAN NOT 'BE TOLERATED IN CASE NO. 10 days ago that same listener wrote this letter to NOTO RELIGIOUS ...
Letter of May 16, 2009 Dear priest, I am writing to thank you for your educational work on the laws of the Lord. I learned a great deal from your program, and I tried to share that knowledge with as many people as possible. Now, when someone tries to defend the homosexual lifestyle, I simply remind them that Leviticus 18:22 clearly states it is an abomination. End of discussion. However, I need any advice from you, about other specific laws and how to apply.
I would like to sell my daughter into slavery, as provided Exodus 21:7. What do you think would be a good selling price? -
When I give focus to a bull on the altar of sacrifice, I know from the scriptures that it produces a pleasant aroma to the Lord (Leviticus 1.9). The problem is with my neighbors. Those blasphemous claim that the 'smell is not pleasant for them. I not struck? -
I know I can have contact with a woman while she is menstruating (Leviticus 15:19-24). The problem is: how do I ask if the have or not? Many women s'offendono.
- Leviticus 25:44 states that I may possess slaves, both male and female, provided they are purchased from neighboring nations foreign. A friend of mine claims that this can be done with the Mexicans, but not with the French. Can you clarify? Why can not I own Canadians? -
I have a neighbor who insists on working on the Sabbath. Exodus 35:2 clearly says he should be put to death. Am I morally obligated to kill him personally?
- A friend of mine feels that even though eating shellfish is an abomination (Leviticus 11:10), it is not homosexuality. I disagree. Can you settle this?
- Leviticus 21:20 states that I can not get all 'altar of God if I have a defect of sight. I have to admit that I use reading glasses ... my vision have to be 10/10 or is there some wiggle room here?
- Many of my male friends shave their hair, including those near the temples, even though this is expressly forbidden by the Bible (Leviticus 19:27). How should they die?
- In Leviticus 11:6-8 is that touching the skin of dead pig makes me unclean. To play football so I have to wear gloves?
- My uncle has a farm. He 's gone against Leviticus 19:19, because planting two different crops in the same field, even His wife has violated the same step, because by wearing garments made of two different kinds of thread (cotton / polyester blend). Not only that my uncle swears to go around. Is it really necessary that I take the trouble to gather all the townspeople to stone as prescribed by the scriptures? Could not we just set him on fire while they sleep, as recommended nicely Leviticus 20:14 for those who lie with relatives?
I know you have studied these topics in depth, so I'm sure you can answer these simple questions. On this occasion, thank you again for reminding us that the commandments are eternal and immutable. Always devout admirer. "
Here, the source said.
Monday, December 7, 2009
To Know Frequency Ofindian Channels
/ Carolagna mode on
I warn you right now, this post is boring. It is existential sclera that any sane person would avoid like the plague. In short, the title should be clear ...
Hmm, I'd have a mess of things to say, I hope to not give up until it has been
XD Well, first of all, thank you for your beautiful Vale header-sbrilluccicoso Christmas: I love it! \u0026lt;3
Ok, now I can go to complain! When
deeply hate the music on my ipod, not normal? I do not want to hear anything O_O
Okay, better finish here with a list of idiosyncrasies, otherwise we night night more ...
Today I saw the call for a literary competition for young writers (and illustrators are also looking for photographers, look here ) and I became immediately enthusiastic. I have an idea, the desire to write and commit, but ... I can not even throw down a decent two-line! è_é
My inspiration is dead, dead, kaput
T_T And in these conditions must also complete a ff for 24, not to mention Dark Shines me and my readers are ready to feast. Please have mercy T_T
Budget provisional? Writer of shit ...
We come to the rest of my life.
few days I will go and Marica from Easter in Berlin, are not we spend some months' time all three together and I miss that stupid as hell! \u0026lt;3
Well, now I'm not griping mica, although we'd been able to start under auspices much better. Okay, I'll stop here because it is not about me ... * Avoids gossip
* Let's just say the situation is not exciting and I feel guilty about not being able to help the people I love
T_T I'm also starting to think of being annoying and unbearable. In this last period I was a nervous and under pressure tantinello and I routinely vented to friends and relatives. Pretty neat, huh?
If you are among those to whom I owe an apology, excuse me. Pace made? \u0026lt;3
are also presumptuous, arrogant and prevaricating. I do not argue for the sake of comparison (ie, yes, but it's on): I like to be right, excites me. When I talk to someone from exhaustion, the mixed up, demolish it, it degrades ... summarizing: after a while 'he is willing to send me to collect some pine cones in the woods or Trentino fuck off, if you prefer !
have done so, there is little to do. It is not a make yourself the peace of mind, you have to bear with me. I feel like shit if I think I be stifling or nerd or a snob, though I think maybe someone has a problem to speak freely with me. Because the fact is that I am interested in the opinions of others and I hope to always be respected, perhaps even when they disagree. I love to confront, to increase and are terrified of having turned something ordinary into a nightmare for some of my friends. Also, I'm not a maniac ... that is, for me the discussions open and close at that moment. Do not you think about it is that after I get angry or what. Let's say there and then I let myself engage and excites me, but I will not ever attack the person and his opinions and I'm sorry if I could give that impression. I do not know what else to say really. Try to improve, especially for those of you who are more sensitive ... To be clear: Adrj, you will still be mistreated XD But you know that I love, "arguing" with you \u0026lt;3
then? There are suggestions, comments, stones? XD Good
Immaculate all, beautiful. Do the trees ^ ^
I warn you right now, this post is boring. It is existential sclera that any sane person would avoid like the plague. In short, the title should be clear ...
Hmm, I'd have a mess of things to say, I hope to not give up until it has been
XD Well, first of all, thank you for your beautiful Vale header-sbrilluccicoso Christmas: I love it! \u0026lt;3
Ok, now I can go to complain! When
deeply hate the music on my ipod, not normal? I do not want to hear anything O_O
Okay, better finish here with a list of idiosyncrasies, otherwise we night night
Today I saw the call for a literary competition for young writers (and illustrators are also looking for photographers, look here ) and I became immediately enthusiastic. I have an idea, the desire to write and commit, but ... I can not even throw down a decent two-line! è_é
My inspiration is dead, dead, kaput
T_T And in these conditions must also complete a ff for 24, not to mention Dark Shines me and my readers are ready to feast. Please have mercy T_T
Budget provisional? Writer of shit ...
We come to the rest of my life.
few days I will go and Marica from Easter in Berlin, are not we spend some months' time all three together and I miss that stupid as hell! \u0026lt;3
Well, now I'm not griping mica, although we'd been able to start under auspices much better. Okay, I'll stop here because it is not about me ... * Avoids gossip
* Let's just say the situation is not exciting and I feel guilty about not being able to help the people I love
T_T I'm also starting to think of being annoying and unbearable. In this last period I was a nervous and under pressure tantinello and I routinely vented to friends and relatives. Pretty neat, huh?
If you are among those to whom I owe an apology, excuse me. Pace made? \u0026lt;3
are also presumptuous, arrogant and prevaricating. I do not argue for the sake of comparison (ie, yes, but it's on): I like to be right, excites me. When I talk to someone from exhaustion, the mixed up, demolish it, it degrades ... summarizing: after a while 'he is willing to send me to collect some pine cones in the woods or Trentino
have done so, there is little to do. It is not a make yourself the peace of mind, you have to bear with me. I feel like shit if I think I be stifling or nerd or a snob, though I think maybe someone has a problem to speak freely with me. Because the fact is that I am interested in the opinions of others and I hope to always be respected, perhaps even when they disagree. I love to confront, to increase and are terrified of having turned something ordinary into a nightmare for some of my friends. Also, I'm not a maniac ... that is, for me the discussions open and close at that moment. Do not you think about it is that after I get angry or what. Let's say there and then I let myself engage and excites me, but I will not ever attack the person and his opinions and I'm sorry if I could give that impression. I do not know what else to say really. Try to improve, especially for those of you who are more sensitive ... To be clear: Adrj, you will still be mistreated XD But you know that I love, "arguing" with you \u0026lt;3
then? There are suggestions, comments, stones? XD Good
Immaculate all, beautiful. Do the trees ^ ^
Where Do You Get The Treat On Poptropica Big Nate
[# 4] Stalker mask and tools
title: Masked Stalker And Cooking Equipment
Plate: # 4, Secret Identity
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Character (s) / Pairing (s) : Russia, Prussia (hints of Russia / China and Prussia / Hungary)
Rating: PG
Warnings: Shonen-ai
Disclameirs : This fanfiction is not written for profit. All characters mentioned belong to Hidekaz Himayura.
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Wok and pans are bad for your health
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title: Masked Stalker And Cooking Equipment
Plate: # 4, Secret Identity
Fandom: Axis Powers Hetalia
Character (s) / Pairing (s) : Russia, Prussia (hints of Russia / China and Prussia / Hungary)
Rating: PG
Warnings: Shonen-ai
Disclameirs : This fanfiction is not written for profit. All characters mentioned belong to Hidekaz Himayura.
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Wok and pans are bad for your health
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Friday, November 20, 2009
Monster Energy Percing
Kitchen [# 1] Love is like an emergency call
# Title: Love is like an emergency call
Cliché #: # 1, Damsel in difficulty (Casual Cliché)
# Fandom: Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle
# Rating: PG , due to turbantissimi scenes of blood and kisses!
# Notes: Shonen ai, Alternative Universe #
Disclaimers: I do not have Kurogane and Fay, it is they who have taken possession of me.
A story about cats, love, about Kurogane and Fay and what firemen do when there are fires to put out. Not necessarily in that order ...
# Title: Love is like an emergency call
Cliché #: # 1, Damsel in difficulty (Casual Cliché)
# Fandom: Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle
# Rating: PG , due to turbantissimi scenes of blood and kisses!
# Notes: Shonen ai, Alternative Universe #
Disclaimers: I do not have Kurogane and Fay, it is they who have taken possession of me.
A story about cats, love, about Kurogane and Fay and what firemen do when there are fires to put out. Not necessarily in that order ...
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Alexis Texas Vs Black
[# 98] I Missed
Title: I Missed Years
Click is: # 98, Begin and / or Return (The Tower)
Fandom: BBC Merlin
Pairing: Arthur / Merlin Rating
: PG-13
Warning: Slash, lightning inspiration (read 'crap'), Future! AU fic so
Word count: 1255
Summary: 'I called you, Sire?' E As always, no longer holds when Arthur, Merlin arrives in his hand.
Disclaimer: The characters and settings of this story does not belong to me maybe, ladies, maybe and do not gain anything by writing it.
Notes: Known , I'm going to write half an hour before going out, then a) I'm late and b) I write nonsense. I find I write Arhur / Merlin to compensate for the lack of my boys in the second series (BBC bad, bad uu), so I take refuge in my mental movies to escape the harsh reality è.è In this story, I imagined the report between Arthur and Gwen more like an 'I must marry by force, we are friends, let's get married' but she has always known of Merlin and Arthur (the AU is wasted here ù.ù).
The two verses are in English at the beginning of Gravity Sara Bareilles .
That soon turned into ten damn years, but finally had made it back home.
Title: I Missed Years
Click is: # 98, Begin and / or Return (The Tower)
Fandom: BBC Merlin
Pairing: Arthur / Merlin Rating
: PG-13
Warning: Slash, lightning inspiration (read 'crap'), Future! AU fic so
Word count: 1255
Summary: 'I called you, Sire?' E As always, no longer holds when Arthur, Merlin arrives in his hand.
Disclaimer: The characters and settings of this story does not belong to me maybe
Notes: Known , I'm going to write half an hour before going out, then a) I'm late and b) I write nonsense. I find I write Arhur / Merlin to compensate for the lack of my boys in the second series (BBC bad, bad uu), so I take refuge in my mental movies to escape the harsh reality è.è In this story, I imagined the report between Arthur and Gwen more like an 'I must marry by force, we are friends, let's get married' but she has always known of Merlin and Arthur (the AU is wasted here ù.ù).
The two verses are in English at the beginning of Gravity Sara Bareilles .
That soon turned into ten damn years, but finally had made it back home.
Monday, October 5, 2009
Vanilla Italian Ice Recipe
Years [# 97] The Raven and the Dawn
Title: The Raven and the Dawn
Cliché: # 97, Kill me Hardly
Fandom: Teen Titans
Rating: 14 +
Notes: One Disclaimers
-shot: Robin and Raven are the DC comics
Summary: The arrival Trigon, a dialogue between Robin and Raven
Notes: Join the Crititombola with promt 62 ("- to accept to do such a thing? - I have chosen? -).
Title: The Raven and the Dawn
Cliché: # 97, Kill me Hardly
Fandom: Teen Titans
Rating: 14 +
Notes: One Disclaimers
-shot: Robin and Raven are the DC comics
Summary: The arrival Trigon, a dialogue between Robin and Raven
Notes: Join the Crititombola with promt 62 ("- to accept to do such a thing? - I have chosen? -).
Raven fixed blankly dawn, lost in her thoughts: in spite of this, when Robin suddenly greeted her from behind, does not reveal the slightest surprise.
After all, had trained as a child to control his emotions and instinctive reactions, trying to fight his father.
"fooled."
can not hold that word, knowing full well that it was useless.
Trigon is coming, the world's almost over and his friends to die, and she can not help but watch the sunrise wondering what can make it memorable on the last day before the end for his friends.
-... Raven? -
- Sorry Robin, I was distracted
.- - I'm sorry you, I would have understood that you wanted to be alone, if I go away .-
disorder - Do not disturb ... .-
He smiles and then turning around to look at the view. While
Robin tells the dawn of things, do you think the first time he saw the landscape island Titan, having found friends and a way to expiate the guilt of being born. The
answered laconically, without really thinking about it, and worthy protege of Batman he understands now that there is something different.
- all right? -
Raven is going to automatically answer yes, but it crashes, while a family crowds and reasonable idea at the same time through your mind.
- No: the world will end because of me, and I do not think it can be positive
.- - There will be nessun'apocalisse: we can stop Trigon
.- - .-
not - I say it is without even trying it .-
- You can not understand, you've never seen! -
- Not even you, I think .-
She bites her lip, undecided on the answer sincerely or not.
-True, but I know more than anyone else his power
.- An eyebrow Robin got up and asked quietly as he did, while Raven went back to the look of the landscape.
- he and I have a deeper connection than you might imagine.
able to get in my meditations, to understand when they are weak or confused, but also a part of him is inside me.
There is a dark area of my being that rejoices when evil is done and wants to be beside my father when the time .- Robin
remains banned by the sincerity that shows her teammate, saying he must be really upset if he comes to trust others.
- In other words you tell me which is totally useless? -
- No, a sure way to prevent him from getting there .-
- What? -
Raven sighed, saying in a whisper.
- Kill
.- He opens his eyes wide, shocked by the proposal.
- Raven Do not play that way, not like you .-
- I'm talking seriously. The only certainty to prevent Trigon to arrive on Earth is deleted, and so cancel your only portal
.- Robin turns away, shaking his head sadly.
- to accept to do such a thing? -
- I choose? -
- Raven, speaking of your life here, there is always a choice!
I refuse to hear you talk about suicide plans, you can not give up this way! -
She still does not look at his face, thinking to himself that she had fought hard all his life against his father and herself, trying to do the right thing. But now
not take it anymore: too scared to fall into temptation, to surrender to the darkness inside her, and the only choice seems to die and atone for his sin first, ensuring the life of those who love the most. Robin
clenches his fists, definitely excluding a priori the idea of losing someone else.
- You can not .-
Raven looks at him with the same vacuum that addressed dawn.
- You can not do. I refuse to feel so weak and cowardly to choose such a thing.
not want to hear anything about it, ok? -
She returned to look at the view, pointing to a positive nod his head.
The boy wonder goes through the roof, his heart heavier but with one more reason to defeat the demon.
Never want to see some of his loved ones suddenly disappear from her life.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Toe Hurts After Pedicure
[# 67] Beyond appearances
Title: Beyond appearances
Cliché: # 67. Professional Relationships (Plan N)
Fandom: Death Note
Pairing: Light \\ L
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Shonen ai, what if?
Word count: 886
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Tsugumi Ohba and Takeshi Obata, who have every right.
Summary: out of sight of the other L and Light are enclosed in a world of their own, made up of strokes and looks.
Beyond appearances.
Title: Beyond appearances
Cliché: # 67. Professional Relationships (Plan N)
Fandom: Death Note
Pairing: Light \\ L
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Shonen ai, what if?
Word count: 886
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Tsugumi Ohba and Takeshi Obata, who have every right.
Summary: out of sight of the other L and Light are enclosed in a world of their own, made up of strokes and looks.
Beyond appearances.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Xilisoft Dvd Creator 6 Dont Works
[# 66] Encounter, again.
Title: Encounter, again.
Cliché: # 66. Childhood memories (Plan N)
Fandom: Death Note
Pairing: Matt / Mello
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Shonen ai, what if?
Word count: 2669
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Tsugumi Ohba and Takeshi Obata, who have every right.
Summary: was so happy to have met him again, but he preferred it had happened under different circumstances .
Encounter, again.
Title: Encounter, again.
Cliché: # 66. Childhood memories (Plan N)
Fandom: Death Note
Pairing: Matt / Mello
Rating: PG-13
Warning: Shonen ai, what if?
Word count: 2669
Disclaimer: The characters belong to Tsugumi Ohba and Takeshi Obata, who have every right.
Summary: was so happy to have met him again, but he preferred it had happened under different circumstances .
Encounter, again.
Monday, August 31, 2009
Root Canal Swollen Face And Eye
[# 5] Mamma Mia! How & What
Title: Mamma Mia!
Cliché: # 5, the words that I knew I did not mean (The Tower)
Fandom: RPF
Narnia Pairing: William Moseley /
Ben Barnes Rating: R are boys ° C °
Warning: Slash , ABBA and directors tattered. Some bad word, why are some men in a terrible trap
Word count: 2732
Disclaimer: obviously these two belong together not belong to me, everything I write is crap and still I am sure that the concept is to did nothing of what is described here
Summary: Mike took a bundle of papers from a table, tried the page and slapped in the hands of Will. - you know her? - Lay All Your Love On Me enthroned at the head of the page.
Notes: Assuming that this community is pretty much my sanctuary and I got incredible inspiration, this story is bullshit uu No, really. And 'idiot, and I laughed to herself as an idiot while I wrote. But basically I like it. And I love Mamma Mia! * W * I will have seen the movie 5683 times. Obviously the characters of Mike, Leslie and Michelle are not my own, I have invented from scratch. And there is a slight similarity of names with "Bridge to Terabithia," but I realized after
xD And I've made a lot of fear of natural disaster with the cut, if so please forgive me ç.ç
- Okay, guys, this was perfect! We move forward, Sophie and Sky on stage, hop hop! -
Title: Mamma Mia!
Cliché: # 5, the words that I knew I did not mean (The Tower)
Fandom: RPF
Narnia Pairing: William Moseley /
Ben Barnes Rating: R are boys ° C °
Warning: Slash , ABBA and directors tattered. Some bad word, why are some men in a terrible trap
Word count: 2732
Disclaimer:
Summary: Mike took a bundle of papers from a table, tried the page and slapped in the hands of Will. - you know her? -
Notes: Assuming that this community is pretty much my sanctuary and I got incredible inspiration, this story is bullshit uu No, really. And 'idiot, and I laughed to herself as an idiot while I wrote. But basically I like it. And I love Mamma Mia! * W * I will have seen the movie 5683 times. Obviously the characters of Mike, Leslie and Michelle are not my own, I have invented from scratch. And there is a slight similarity of names with "Bridge to Terabithia," but I realized after
xD And I've made a lot of fear of natural disaster with the cut, if so please forgive me ç.ç
- Okay, guys, this was perfect! We move forward, Sophie and Sky on stage, hop hop! -
Criterion Theatre. Penultimate day of testing Mamma Mia! .
agitation and frenzy reigned supreme.
Ben jumped on stage with all the agility that his body stuffed with caffeine gave him and cleared his throat. He never really loved to sing, but, in short, Mamma Mia! could not say no.
So here he is in shirt and shorts in the Allegro part betrothed to Sophie.
that Sophie had not yet made its appearance.
- Well? I do not think Ben could declare love alone, then where the hell is Leslie?! -
Mike Bell, the director. The person most brilliant brain unstable and that Ben had ever met.
- It 's this morning that you do not show, in fact -
- And now you tell me?! -
The assistant shrugged helplessly. Must have stocks of incredible patience to do that job was secretly Ben, now sitting on the edge of the stage to await the unfolding of events.
Mike yelled epithets at all the poor unfortunate that happened on his street waving the script, while the other hand he held the phone glued to your ear, quick to pick on Leslie as soon as he had the courage to pick up the phone.
- Ben, another phone call and the phone do you swallow it! -
He turned to the inside of the hood, where a smiling Michelle, the girl who played Donna, waving his the phone in his direction. He could threaten people to death with a toothy smile on his face. I wonder how he did.
When it was close enough, she gave him a conspiratorial wink.
- Look what you should answer at least your boyfriend! - Will
appeared intermittently on the display. Although he had bitten his lip to restrain him, a huge smile bloomed on the face.
- not my boyfriend, Michelle -
- Sure, baby, and I am a virgin -
- Really? -
They just raised their eyebrows at the root of the hair dyed blond girl to show him that no, it was not true.
said with the laugh in the back.
- Hey -
- You know, Barnes, I hate you for letting us finish the hotel more welcoming of the whole stinking England, where I spend all my money to stay until the end of my days? -
- Nothing, Will, I'm glad that you are well, yes I'm fine, thank the person concerned. How are you? -
terrific plays in the background noise of the traffic in Piccadilly, lowest in comparison to the sound of laughter of the boy at the other end of the line.
- Do not you wonder why you're self-centered and start talking about your private life useless, Ben, not because I care. And I'm fine, and I would be even better if you came from your beautiful theater and I came to give me a welcome and Georgie as they should -
With the phone still in hand, Ben jumped off the stage, rushing at the theater. Will
was facing the glass doors, sunglasses and scarf to mirror that of George, who held him by the hand with a smile that would surely come to shell out your mouth and make him reach the ears - had to be a side effect of the eighteenth coffee in five hours, the gruesome images.
Fortunately the obscene scene Georgie with the lips that came to his ears and pink round was interrupted by that right, that with all her feminine grace hurled against him, takes your breath away and reminding him to tell her sooner or later - with the utmost tact, of course, we took him to the family jewels - that at fourteen was heavy enough to break the spine every time I jumped in my arms.
- I told her to let me do it, but there was no way - he saw Will in the middle of the jump in long hair that had arrived anywhere, make him a wink and precede them in the room - Will say that I reserve for the next time -
-
For the hundredth time in an hour, Ben wondered if their stramaledettissimo in that day when all seemed to have applied for asylum Will and Georgie had been present. Mike yelled as when he left and everyone, from first assistant to the garbage man who was passing in the street, seemed ready to get their hands on the neck.
He sat next to two poor unfortunates in the red seats further away from Hell, and only sporadically - Christ's sake, Oliver, Leslie takes the phone but only in Bangladesh or shut off on purpose to not hear me? ! - was interested in what was happening.
Only when the same Mike, now the picture of serenity - Ben shivered, though the sky was eerie - came up to where they were seated cross-legged Will and Georgie with him practically lying on his legs, retune to the frequency of the theater.
- Treasury - he began, strangely turned to Georgie - I can pull off an A? -
The girl looked at him like crazy.
- rephrase. You vaguely in tune? Or should I prepare the check for damages to the windows of the theater? -
Georgie had to open his mouth, but Ben preceded in speed.
- Flying over the fact that yes, you should prepare, for Georgie is a rusty bell - made a small break to avoid the slap aimed at his head - what you need? Leslie responded? -
- fortunately - Mike made a dramatic pause, as long as all three do not raise eyebrows, and urged them to continue - E 'in hospital. And before you make those faces is veterinary hospital. His parakeet has had an illness and has had to dash -
The silence that followed was incredibly heavy. Mike was staring at them, as if he expected a nod of understanding from any of the three, and these stared back, trying to assess
a) if a budgie could have an illness and survive
b) if it had a value such as to skip the dress rehearsal of a show as important
Apparently Leslie both had positive response.
- Ergo, handsome young men, at least for now we do not have Sophie. Have you been a single, short scene to try with her to-day with a flourish and pointed to Ben - the girls are all engaged, the assistants have the acting ability of this chair here and you can not speak for itself . So! Or find a replacement hours or try your hand, and no , Barnes - added abruptly when he saw that Ben was about to open his mouth - not add to the lineup tomorrow by lifting all the first two hours because you want to go with your boyfriend and this other darling here. And not blush like two teenagers, adults are vaccinated, by golly! -
Let the two tomatoes of the season to try to look anywhere except in the eyes of others, Mike turned and turned away.
Half step and yelled at the poor thing that had happened before, he stopped. Theatrically As usual, he turned back to Will, Ben and Georgie, fixing his eyes tellers. No, he corrected himself Ben, was staring at them collectively. He was studying only Will, with a terrific eye predator.
- Before I ask myself, joy, tell me if you take at least one note -
- No, absolutely not. Could collapse the theater - Will said fervently, shaking his head.
- But ... - and the subtle hand of Ben flew to cover the treacherous mouth of the girl, before he could further compromise the situation. Already critical of her, however, since the director was looking even more Will be near the poor and something in the mind of Ben - who was not Georgie's hand trying to get rid of the first choke - suggested that he should worry about.
- Get a second, do me a favor -
Worrying very .
Mike took Will by the arm and was dragging him to the scenes, while the boy was strange requests for assistance with pleading eyes.
Ben followed them up with George to the dressing rooms, under the eyes of a shocked Michelle and half of the company.
Mike took a bundle of papers from a table, tried the page and slapped in the hands of Will.
- you know her? -
Lay All Your Love On Me enthroned at the head of the page, and underneath in plain sight Ben Barnes and Leslie Burkes as main performers. No.
Mike could not do it, it was ridiculous and impractical.
Tipregodiglidinotipregodiglidinotipregodiglidino.- Of course I know! - Georgie. Evil little monster with a toothy smile white and bright, had replied to the post of Will - The hums constantly, loves Will Mamma Mia! -
Ben tried to condense all the hate he felt for the child at that moment in a look of fire, sister to William close behind him.
- Mike, you think what I think? -
Oh yeah, that's why they smiled like that disgustingly similar. Michelle also had joined the evil plot of Georgie to make them go crazy.
- Mike, I do not think it would be--
- A single test, Will - Oh, now he would even call him by name? - A single song. You, Sophie. He, Sky - and to complete the scene began to be referred to, respectively, with air-conspirator - What do you say? -
Tipregodiglidinotipregodiglidinotipregodiglidino. At least this time listen to me, dammit!Will turned to look at him straight in the eye as he always did, and Ben tried to run across his prayer in that contact.
- A single piece of evidence, Mr. Bell. Only one. -
Oh, Will!
-
- I knew it would be a colossal shit! Because they never listen to me? -
- Why, when did you target? -
- I looked at you as if you were to die at any moment! -
- brought a translator, Barnes, makes it easier for the people! -
Criterion Theatre. Penultimate day of testing Mamma Mia! .
The tension in the air you could cut with a knife.
staff, the company and even the director had for lunch. In the room were still only two people currently involved in the quarrel more furious that the theater had ever seen.
Ben, at one end of the stage, waving his script as a weapon and was meanwhile repeatedly passed her hands in her hair - should begin to take it off, as a vice, or sooner or later it would remain trapped -
Will, the other end, staring at him like crazy and had reduced the script to a waste paper unreadable.
- Not out of tune, you know the song, you know me and you can not bring out a decent thing?! -
- I'm sorry if I'm not the painting of perfection like you, Barnes -
Oh how she hated him when he did so.
Whenever he was angry with him called him by name. Every single time.
- I have a first day after tomorrow, in case if you do not realize I was , Moseley ! -
- And in fact I'm trying to help you, you idiot! -
- wrong song?! Oh thanks, you're actually saving the career -
would not have come from anywhere that way. One of them was to put a brake.
It certainly was not Ben, to emphasize that his play was abandoned on the side of the stage with his legs dangling.
- Okay, Mr. Perfect, start again -
- Yes, to get to your verse and send it to the devil -
- More or less where you should go, then -
But I think it should have been wasting him, or knowing the hard head of Will would end up to be punched.
- Ok, I have solution! - Suddenly jumped up, standing up and shooting to the center of the stage. Will looked at him with an eyebrow raised, with every intention - we saw - to reject the idea as soon as he opened his mouth.
- Amami -
- What?! -
- Have you heard right. Either we empathize with the characters or not getting anywhere. So Sophie, what we are trying right now? -
Jesus, Mike seemed when he talked that way. He had to stop him around, or it would turn into a version more than thirty years young.
Will sighed deeply, then tried to make his script a bit more human, and began to study it.
- Sky is jealous, terribly jealous. It was not so before he met Sophie, now it seems every man who sees a danger. E 'became a habit, this obsessive, such as smoking -
- Sophie But it is too in love to pay attention to the buzz around any man, he had from when he smiled, the first time you are visas, and has a weakness against all his pride -
They were approaching, bringing too much for the tastes of Ben, two or three steps and would have been a few inches.
Ben's hand went to the stereo before his brain could register it, and the song invaded the air.
He had never liked singing, and while Will looked into his eyes trying to convince anyway. It was ridiculous, my goodness, it was a great man and vaccinated, could not be fooled by a song - and then that song!
The words rolled on the tongue without even reading the script, they felt that part of the initial ad nauseum.
He was jealous, and he could not help nothing. All those kids, for heaven's sake, but had to be so full of friends? Always laughing, joking, so close. It was not done so before the meeting, was totally different. What gave him permission to change it so much?
Sky And when Sophie was referring to the male?
Will would not attack, Ben was repeated as he tried to take notes. He took a breath and would have turned away, frustrated. It would be ruffled his hair and promised that next time we would have done.
did not feel the text, had he said.
So who was that boy, now a sigh from him, he started to sing as he had done nothing all his life?
There was Sophie in the face of Sky, or were simply Will and Ben and had not yet understand?
Jealousy is an ugly beast, Ben - Sky. Yet it is telling you clearly, all those men, those smiles are not worth a penny in front of you. Have you had the first day you met, do you remember? Before you start shooting, you and the other four. Him in the corner you had winked - it was something that was as simple as healthy - And you had the smile, that special smile that your fans idolize you forever. But he is not a fan, and I smiled back with that little face as a child.
But you will not be getting too close? And Sophie and Sky, where they fled?
were now breathing the air each other and there was only the chorus in the background, that they built were not followed.
The script - both - was knocked down, but they knew exactly what was written, incidentally, just below the lyrics.
(Sophie and Sky kiss)
are betrothed, what else should they do?So it was a truism, a test, the script simply un'attinenza to touch their mouths there, in the middle of the stage. Quick and impersonal, as good actors.
- We are empathy, is not it? - Wil was the breath, almost inaudible under the music.
- of course -
- What brilliant actors, who are ... -
- Smart ... - The music faded
had forgotten the last corner of their brains when they decided to jointly approach more and throwing away the professionalism - and when ever they were professional, two of them?
That kiss was neither quick nor impersonal, and cut off breathing filled the quiet room.
Will had his hands clasped in her hair shiny and the other for a moment he feared that would remain stuck there forever, and Ben was holding her with his fingers stuck in his belt loops, making them join, breast to breast . If
had risen slightly, he could touch the hot skin under her shirt and felt his fingers itch with the desire to do so, but if he moved a muscle, would not be able to stop.
And then, in short, on a theater stage, with the crew out of reach -
- Oliver! Give me the number of Leslie. E 'fired! -
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
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Monday, August 17, 2009
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Dad ... memories ...
As I reread the words of Isabel Allende I thought back on those memories I have of my father. They seem so 'few, if to count only on the tips of the fingers. Some are fixed, stable, others come in flashes, in front of some items and recalled the words of her mother, ready to dive back into the darkness of the past. I think that makes it so 'hard to remain attached to those memories is the fact that my life has changed in a radical way, and after my father died. Senon know it 's true, if there was my mother to testify would seem to me that everything was a confused dream, unreal. I no longer live 'in the same house where I lived with my father for most of the time, few people I have not hung out more 'views, all the habits, way of life that I have absolutely dissolved in an instant, what he and' ended up in hospital and I just started the sixth grade.
I decided to write here something about me and him and me 'dear and all that comes to mind again or risk losing it ... because the contours of the memories become blurred with time, the details are confused and you do not know 'where the memory fades and ends up in fantasy. And I want to remember my father.
living room and I'm small, I should not have more 'than 5 years. I walked through the door that was behind the chair where Pope 'looked at TV and I walked trying not to make noise, slipped through a side behind the antiques that were on his right, then I accuattavo on the ground and crawled on his elbows like a soldier in front of him trying to cover behind the wooden table in front of his chair and then climbed on the couch to his left and said, " ; Pope 'I am here "and he pretended to be afraid of not having seen and not heard me every time I did this game.
We are in the car and I'm watching the signs, I had the habit of having to read all of them and twisting his head to be able to see those in the opposite lane. With Pope 'always sang two songs together in the car, what he liked and made me laugh. "Tan moon, tan-colored milk, all cats over the rooftops and you become pale! Tin tin tin moonbeams "" At the foot of Kilimanjaro, paraponiponzipo, there is a nation of niggas who invented many dances .... We are the Watussi Watussi the highest niggaz! Ogno three pasi every three steps we six meters! "Every time we promised that we would have bought the house to listen to and sing for all and good, but 'this is one of the things that we have never managed to do.
I still remember every time I walked into his office and asked him to draw the sheets (I only did that as a child) and he gave me those for your printer, first white, the other with staves Griggi and white while the side was a band that could tear perforated. finished work to bring him the most beautiful design and made them hang me with his scotch to the cabinet of documents: it was fully carpeted.
The drawings were not the only things that kept: in the study had a small Jerry (the mouse in the cartoon), rubber, pouting and smoking: evevo said it was him. He always kept.
Attached to the pen he used was the hind legs of a frog rubber: chupa chupes came out with, everyone had the front or back of an animal and then united them. He always kept attached to his Bic.
One day I saw on a magazine for children how to make a paper doll: the drew, Colorao and cut out and put a ring of wool x appendix and the pope gave to ': he took (it was not nothing to it) the car port and placed in the department of the document just above the driver, to have something in my car, ever. And 'maybe one of the most' beautiful as I can remember, even if that doll and 'got lost when we sold the car to the death of Pope' and Mom forgot 'to take it.
Cosi 'and is' lost even Snoopy, the smell x-shaped machine that character of the cartoons, which remained in the car with us for years now because we were both fond of.
There are also passed to the Sunday markets Antiques in Taranto, Brindisi, Ostuni. Pope 'often took me with him and we shot through the stalls and every time we went out together I bought a book or a magazine. I still dear to me so many mice and Donald Duck and the books of Asterix and Obelix.
These are some of my memories more 'dear and important to preserve. Others write them 'with more' calm and patience but it 's sad that they are very' few of these ... Report
As I reread the words of Isabel Allende I thought back on those memories I have of my father. They seem so 'few, if to count only on the tips of the fingers. Some are fixed, stable, others come in flashes, in front of some items and recalled the words of her mother, ready to dive back into the darkness of the past. I think that makes it so 'hard to remain attached to those memories is the fact that my life has changed in a radical way, and after my father died. Senon know it 's true, if there was my mother to testify would seem to me that everything was a confused dream, unreal. I no longer live 'in the same house where I lived with my father for most of the time, few people I have not hung out more 'views, all the habits, way of life that I have absolutely dissolved in an instant, what he and' ended up in hospital and I just started the sixth grade.
I decided to write here something about me and him and me 'dear and all that comes to mind again or risk losing it ... because the contours of the memories become blurred with time, the details are confused and you do not know 'where the memory fades and ends up in fantasy. And I want to remember my father.
living room and I'm small, I should not have more 'than 5 years. I walked through the door that was behind the chair where Pope 'looked at TV and I walked trying not to make noise, slipped through a side behind the antiques that were on his right, then I accuattavo on the ground and crawled on his elbows like a soldier in front of him trying to cover behind the wooden table in front of his chair and then climbed on the couch to his left and said, " ; Pope 'I am here "and he pretended to be afraid of not having seen and not heard me every time I did this game.
We are in the car and I'm watching the signs, I had the habit of having to read all of them and twisting his head to be able to see those in the opposite lane. With Pope 'always sang two songs together in the car, what he liked and made me laugh. "Tan moon, tan-colored milk, all cats over the rooftops and you become pale! Tin tin tin moonbeams "" At the foot of Kilimanjaro, paraponiponzipo, there is a nation of niggas who invented many dances .... We are the Watussi Watussi the highest niggaz! Ogno three pasi every three steps we six meters! "Every time we promised that we would have bought the house to listen to and sing for all and good, but 'this is one of the things that we have never managed to do.
I still remember every time I walked into his office and asked him to draw the sheets (I only did that as a child) and he gave me those for your printer, first white, the other with staves Griggi and white while the side was a band that could tear perforated. finished work to bring him the most beautiful design and made them hang me with his scotch to the cabinet of documents: it was fully carpeted.
The drawings were not the only things that kept: in the study had a small Jerry (the mouse in the cartoon), rubber, pouting and smoking: evevo said it was him. He always kept.
Attached to the pen he used was the hind legs of a frog rubber: chupa chupes came out with, everyone had the front or back of an animal and then united them. He always kept attached to his Bic.
One day I saw on a magazine for children how to make a paper doll: the drew, Colorao and cut out and put a ring of wool x appendix and the pope gave to ': he took (it was not nothing to it) the car port and placed in the department of the document just above the driver, to have something in my car, ever. And 'maybe one of the most' beautiful as I can remember, even if that doll and 'got lost when we sold the car to the death of Pope' and Mom forgot 'to take it.
Cosi 'and is' lost even Snoopy, the smell x-shaped machine that character of the cartoons, which remained in the car with us for years now because we were both fond of.
There are also passed to the Sunday markets Antiques in Taranto, Brindisi, Ostuni. Pope 'often took me with him and we shot through the stalls and every time we went out together I bought a book or a magazine. I still dear to me so many mice and Donald Duck and the books of Asterix and Obelix.
These are some of my memories more 'dear and important to preserve. Others write them 'with more' calm and patience but it 's sad that they are very' few of these ... Report
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Accommodation Dubrovnik
Holidays 2 days from the start. So, what say?
For me to come to Croatia and 'something normal, sometimes when my friends tell me that me going for a walk I feel a little' bumped because I spend the days here are a familiar feature in particular: what I am doing here and stay with my family especially, with the aunt and the aunt, with my cousin and her daughter short. The sea and the fun comes after (implies all the youth activities such as going out at night, dancing, knowledge) and 'really even more' below. Here I am with my aunt, I speak with my cousin, we play for hours and hours to level 40 and one steal cards and cheating in the most 'sensational and absurd, I do the cleaning for my uncles to pass the time (already' and this 'an index of the style of my holiday!), which in Italy even think to do: but here it' s funny and makes me feel useful. On the beach, in recent years have been almost always alone, from 3 until 6 and a half, mostly 'doing dips from the rocks, solitary with the cards and reading. I am a person who has learned not to get bored to be alone and be satisfied to be just watching the scenery (beautiful, otherwise where is' satisfaction?) And improve my diving (what a dolphin with the head mine always comes out well, a bit wrong 'when I dive from the cliffs high, now I'm perfecting the one with the somersault). This year the situation and 'was a bit' unusual: I met my cousin, my aunt's daughter Dijana, who had seen for the last time when I was 6 years old, and not even remember it. It 'was a shock to discover that he did not know English, which had focused on communicating x, while he had only studied German in school, I spent two weeks to communicate with gestures, the limited vocabulary that I have of Croatian and through the translation of other people, while I never talked seriously. At the end with my cousin Ana-Marija I've gotten, one night we did a little notebook with the conjugation of verbs more often (being, having, go, to know) and more useful vocabulary to communicate in Italian and Croatian and everything 's a bit better. Today they are divided and we promised to write e-mail in Italian and Croatian so 'that we can learn another into their respective languages to prepare for next year when it will be' to visit us in Italy, where everything good. They came for a week with the boy Simon Attilio and I spent two days with them to sea, one bathroom and one in Lokrum were a bit 'a relief volvulus: grand to have someone to talk to everything Italian including what you say, besides my mother. Then there were some days a bit empty, whom I take refuge in a little 'computer (the 1 st year that I have internet here) and some of the books (I read 5 and I reread it again Breaking Dawn) and which I ardently wanted to be with my friends in Italy, with Marco. But still be here in croatia here with my family here, the only family that I feel like this, real around me (even though my most beloved aunt, Aunt Maya, and 'just a friend of her mother but perhaps more 'Dijana her sister) and' something need, something fundamental, and the tears that arrive each year at his departure, on both sides, who goes and who stays, are sincere. Even now his eyes a little pinch at the thought of leaving. But the next day when I'm in Italy are happy to be there ', that they (the other) my house. As we humans are contradictory.
Holidays 2 days from the start. So, what say?
For me to come to Croatia and 'something normal, sometimes when my friends tell me that me going for a walk I feel a little' bumped because I spend the days here are a familiar feature in particular: what I am doing here and stay with my family especially, with the aunt and the aunt, with my cousin and her daughter short. The sea and the fun comes after (implies all the youth activities such as going out at night, dancing, knowledge) and 'really even more' below. Here I am with my aunt, I speak with my cousin, we play for hours and hours to level 40 and one steal cards and cheating in the most 'sensational and absurd, I do the cleaning for my uncles to pass the time (already' and this 'an index of the style of my holiday!), which in Italy even think to do: but here it' s funny and makes me feel useful. On the beach, in recent years have been almost always alone, from 3 until 6 and a half, mostly 'doing dips from the rocks, solitary with the cards and reading. I am a person who has learned not to get bored to be alone and be satisfied to be just watching the scenery (beautiful, otherwise where is' satisfaction?) And improve my diving (what a dolphin with the head mine always comes out well, a bit wrong 'when I dive from the cliffs high, now I'm perfecting the one with the somersault). This year the situation and 'was a bit' unusual: I met my cousin, my aunt's daughter Dijana, who had seen for the last time when I was 6 years old, and not even remember it. It 'was a shock to discover that he did not know English, which had focused on communicating x, while he had only studied German in school, I spent two weeks to communicate with gestures, the limited vocabulary that I have of Croatian and through the translation of other people, while I never talked seriously. At the end with my cousin Ana-Marija I've gotten, one night we did a little notebook with the conjugation of verbs more often (being, having, go, to know) and more useful vocabulary to communicate in Italian and Croatian and everything 's a bit better. Today they are divided and we promised to write e-mail in Italian and Croatian so 'that we can learn another into their respective languages to prepare for next year when it will be' to visit us in Italy, where everything good. They came for a week with the boy Simon Attilio and I spent two days with them to sea, one bathroom and one in Lokrum were a bit 'a relief volvulus: grand to have someone to talk to everything Italian including what you say, besides my mother. Then there were some days a bit empty, whom I take refuge in a little 'computer (the 1 st year that I have internet here) and some of the books (I read 5 and I reread it again Breaking Dawn) and which I ardently wanted to be with my friends in Italy, with Marco. But still be here in croatia here with my family here, the only family that I feel like this, real around me (even though my most beloved aunt, Aunt Maya, and 'just a friend of her mother but perhaps more 'Dijana her sister) and' something need, something fundamental, and the tears that arrive each year at his departure, on both sides, who goes and who stays, are sincere. Even now his eyes a little pinch at the thought of leaving. But the next day when I'm in Italy are happy to be there ', that they (the other) my house. As we humans are contradictory.
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The Pier
you ever be in some place and have the feeling that you get there you could stay forever and never be tired? Yesterday I went to one of my favorite corners of the city 'of old Dubrovnik, the pier, the last esprema propagine to the sea of this part of the city '. Seems not to exist when you arrive at the port, hidden by the enormous size of the circular bastion: after walking around the perimeter, to appear before you, wrapped in the darkness, even the small piano bar music can not be heard before he passed the greater curvature the bastion. Arrive, climb 5 steps and sit on the bench that faces the open sea and feel they do not want to be somewhere else if you do not '. It 's almost midnight and the air hot and dry, but it throws a light wind, you're fine and do not know where to stop to turn its eyes: before me there Lokrum of the island, with its white rocks and the dark green forest that covers it completely and the open sea, of a darker hue of the sky from the horizon and can not distinguish, to my right I see the great bastion, lit from below, the piano bar with a little 'jazz and from afar the ancient port, on my left the mountain where the lights of the houses and of roads and streetlights in the distance, a huge cruise ship, whose lights are often confused with those of some cities' away on the coast, leaving behind me the old town, the ancient walls with their lights that reflect on the sea, white and red: then the clear sky above me, stars. Probably some curious glance I seemed a little agitated, still looking a bit in one direction, some in a other, but in my mind was all the opposite: it was a long time that I did not feel so 'good somewhere, I was the' right as I could, as long as common sense told me not to risk that they ended the bus to return and I got a bit dragging their feet still look back, as if I was still a child and my mother had taken me by the hand and was carrying on. I thought that if ever 'here in Dubrovnik with a person I love, the first night will bring him to come out' in that special corner where I really feel for this city 'and' a little 'mine, under the skin and in the heart, and at the same time excites me as if seeing it for the first time.
you ever be in some place and have the feeling that you get there you could stay forever and never be tired? Yesterday I went to one of my favorite corners of the city 'of old Dubrovnik, the pier, the last esprema propagine to the sea of this part of the city '. Seems not to exist when you arrive at the port, hidden by the enormous size of the circular bastion: after walking around the perimeter, to appear before you, wrapped in the darkness, even the small piano bar music can not be heard before he passed the greater curvature the bastion. Arrive, climb 5 steps and sit on the bench that faces the open sea and feel they do not want to be somewhere else if you do not '. It 's almost midnight and the air hot and dry, but it throws a light wind, you're fine and do not know where to stop to turn its eyes: before me there Lokrum of the island, with its white rocks and the dark green forest that covers it completely and the open sea, of a darker hue of the sky from the horizon and can not distinguish, to my right I see the great bastion, lit from below, the piano bar with a little 'jazz and from afar the ancient port, on my left the mountain where the lights of the houses and of roads and streetlights in the distance, a huge cruise ship, whose lights are often confused with those of some cities' away on the coast, leaving behind me the old town, the ancient walls with their lights that reflect on the sea, white and red: then the clear sky above me, stars. Probably some curious glance I seemed a little agitated, still looking a bit in one direction, some in a other, but in my mind was all the opposite: it was a long time that I did not feel so 'good somewhere, I was the' right as I could, as long as common sense told me not to risk that they ended the bus to return and I got a bit dragging their feet still look back, as if I was still a child and my mother had taken me by the hand and was carrying on. I thought that if ever 'here in Dubrovnik with a person I love, the first night will bring him to come out' in that special corner where I really feel for this city 'and' a little 'mine, under the skin and in the heart, and at the same time excites me as if seeing it for the first time.
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I like writing. Again.
This new desire and 'party from reading the book My Invented Country Isabelle Allende, a book that, despite the suspicion with which I have approached me and' loved it. After the words of the writer regarding the need to write, which was created especially those who feel a bit differently in by others, who feel rootless and tries to merge in the writing, I spent at least 4-5 days imagining how I would write my journal every sensation I felt, all that happens to me, everything I saw. Replace the words, formulated during the periods, commas and periods placed at the head. It 's a blast so come' suddenly. As usual I do not know what since then write the first thing on my mind, the next post, so how are things in my mind, so it's likely that there can be no logical sense, saying at one point to be happy , and the sharp contrast in the next ... but are a bit too many things that have accumulated and I want to write.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Hursthouse Virtue Theory And Abortion Summary
Do not divorce I want to write my Dads! Afternoon of April
I found this video ... It 's a bit antiquated but certainly beautiful ^ ^
I had to put it under!
I found this video ... It 's a bit antiquated but certainly beautiful ^ ^
I had to put it under!
"Fidelity": Do Divorce ... from Courage Campaign on Vimeo .
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Missed Period Only Brown Mucus
My Furoshiki!
A few days ago Igor sent me a link to a video where a Japanese guy with a few simple knots, created by a square of cloth bags surprising purpose of various forms. At first the thing I was not particularly impressed, it is about the video I was struck by the brilliance of the object combined with an extraordinary ease of implementation. This sport is accessible by a square of fabric are called in Japanese furoshiki and the modern revival of an ancient way to carry items that appear to date back several centuries ago. Actually affects the relevance of this ancient object, in a period where perhaps we should all strive to meet our environment more firmly. The country where I live is still very hungry for consumerism and the gray period after the years of communism is very difficult to clear the idea of respect for the environment: for years under the plastic bags were a rarity and in some represented as an icon of wealth and abundance. Here it was spending in the markets in the old way, with a bag of cloth or the famous and ubiquitous авоська (avos'ka), a sort of network spending. Today in the era of supermarkets and an abundance of more or less misleading is not easy to make an (apparent) step back and go shopping with the retina. The
furoshiki, could be an alternative way to raise awareness of the issue to a label that combines practicality undeniable even a touch flirtatious and fashionable! Here
public image of my first "creation" that I experienced with the help of Marina (pictured here)!
avos'ka The following is a typical Soviet-era (among other things that I think were used also in Italy a few years ago)
A few days ago Igor sent me a link to a video where a Japanese guy with a few simple knots, created by a square of cloth bags surprising purpose of various forms. At first the thing I was not particularly impressed, it is about the video I was struck by the brilliance of the object combined with an extraordinary ease of implementation. This sport is accessible by a square of fabric are called in Japanese furoshiki and the modern revival of an ancient way to carry items that appear to date back several centuries ago. Actually affects the relevance of this ancient object, in a period where perhaps we should all strive to meet our environment more firmly. The country where I live is still very hungry for consumerism and the gray period after the years of communism is very difficult to clear the idea of respect for the environment: for years under the plastic bags were a rarity and in some represented as an icon of wealth and abundance. Here it was spending in the markets in the old way, with a bag of cloth or the famous and ubiquitous авоська (avos'ka), a sort of network spending. Today in the era of supermarkets and an abundance of more or less misleading is not easy to make an (apparent) step back and go shopping with the retina. The
furoshiki, could be an alternative way to raise awareness of the issue to a label that combines practicality undeniable even a touch flirtatious and fashionable! Here
public image of my first "creation" that I experienced with the help of Marina (pictured here)!
avos'ka The following is a typical Soviet-era (among other things that I think were used also in Italy a few years ago)
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Eminent Luggage Lock Combination
begin by chickens and hens!
last Saturday (May 16) I finally restored the old chicken coop in my house in Tbilisi.
Since I had to give a general clean the garden I thought it would be fun to restore the old chicken coop in order to have fresh eggs and, further, to do some tasty fried chicken!
of curiosity, I'd like to understand what the end will it cost me both meat and eggs!
recap costs:
20 chicks 2.5 lari - 50 lari - about 22:50
€ 3 to 7 young chicks lari one o'clock - 21 lari - about 9:50
€ 56 kg of broken corn - 39 lari - about 17:50 €
short, the total expenditure was approximately € 49.50.
Here in Georgia do not distinguish between chicken meat and chicken and then eat one or the other indiscriminately. As I remember my grandmother bought in the country male chicks to grow to eat the meat and chickens were kept but only for eggs and the possible hatching. When he did not give the hens lay more eggs were used to make a broth with Tad Hamilton!
When I asked if I could have only male chicks the boys breeding of Koda, a few kilometers from Tbilisi, I have looked evil! So long as the chicks grow up I will not know for sure how many chickens and how many chickens I bought. Maybe I will find myself swamped with eggs, maybe not ...! We'll see ...
last Saturday (May 16) I finally restored the old chicken coop in my house in Tbilisi.
Since I had to give a general clean the garden I thought it would be fun to restore the old chicken coop in order to have fresh eggs and, further, to do some tasty fried chicken!
of curiosity, I'd like to understand what the end will it cost me both meat and eggs!
recap costs:
20 chicks 2.5 lari - 50 lari - about 22:50
€ 3 to 7 young chicks lari one o'clock - 21 lari - about 9:50
€ 56 kg of broken corn - 39 lari - about 17:50 €
short, the total expenditure was approximately € 49.50.
Here in Georgia do not distinguish between chicken meat and chicken and then eat one or the other indiscriminately. As I remember my grandmother bought in the country male chicks to grow to eat the meat and chickens were kept but only for eggs and the possible hatching. When he did not give the hens lay more eggs were used to make a broth with Tad Hamilton!
When I asked if I could have only male chicks the boys breeding of Koda, a few kilometers from Tbilisi, I have looked evil! So long as the chicks grow up I will not know for sure how many chickens and how many chickens I bought. Maybe I will find myself swamped with eggs, maybe not ...! We'll see ...
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Jeff Hardy Face Paint Game
Spring.
rifioresce innaspettatamente Life in the countryside after the winter sleep. This change of season is making me feel suspended more than ever ... I'm so in Billich between dreams and demands that I continue always to lose the thread of my life.
I'm a bit away from some people that I loved, people who were here on this blog and contacted via msn ... was a choice or an imposition? Both and neither.
Lost as I was as I stated in my previous post and a thousand other daily jokes I lost contact with some people coming to talk to them just because my schedule demanded that I saw. I turned in on myself.
When I realized with sudden clarity how much time had passed since the last time in which I talked to my sister, Simona, or with my friends as Emily, Jordan and Elena, and they were the days became weeks and then months without my really I knew it was even more difficult to sit at a computer, take a cell phone in his hand and he became still. Why? Fear basically.
fear of discovering that the time spent was too much and the person is not more, or that something has changed now, fear of being disappointed at all afraid to send sfacello as had happened with other people.
not hear Jordan from 3 months ... but is it really possible? It seems only yesterday that we talked, it seems to me a week ago that I was in Rome with Emily, it seems to me an hour ago that I was joking with the sweet Elena.
I'm so confused and I feel so pathetic.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Stitch In Stomach What Is It ?
Every day. . . All the time. As usual.
This is my LJ Blog . I'm posting the same things I post on my other Blog, which is written in Italian, so if you don't understand I'm sorry, but for now, i prefer to write in my mother language. It's 99% sure that I'll post in English really soon, so you'll have the chance to know me better really soon. ^w^
NOTE: My posts are partially written in a bad Japanese... Sorry if you'll laugh reading my Japanese-attempts! ^^
So here we are... after a long time I've created this account, finally, the first post. Again, I apologize that it's Italian...
Today is my box "thinking," a look inside the. Oh no. . . I was full!
Oggi ho guardato dentro alla mia "Scatola dei Ricordi". Ahh ... quanti ricordi!
Lì dentro c'è di tutto ... biglietti del cinema, gli scontrini di H & M
di quando sono stata aTorino ... foto della mia infanzia e dei miei genitori
da giovani ... Pagine di diario pseudo-secret that I had originally written the diary
school and then I cut it and put it there.
50 yen that I brought my cousin from his honeymoon in Japan,
decorated chopsticks that gave me the first time I went to
Japanese Restaurant (or rather レストラン XD)
There are greeting cards of my friends and my parents ...
cut from notebook doodles.
I just 15 years, well, a month and a half 16, but it is a few months ago that I think of a thing ...
I think I'm afraid to die. Where we go after death? What a sad speech, right? Ahhh! I have to stop thinking about things like that.
But seriously, I'm still too young to think about death, and I realize that. But every time I think about it.
you never think what must be bad to die? Well ... all the good memories, people who have loved ... where one goes after death? What purpose does our life? I will not forget ... not want to cancel my life .
are still small, but I want to have a life full of memories. And then I do not want to go all to hell when I go.
But I think it will be worth it. I want to live a life full of emotions, to be able to tell, that I might lose the memories, when I am old.
you ever be lying in bed for minutes and minutes trying to remember the dream from which you have just woken up? Well, I want my life to be so. an infinite memory. I so much so that my memories remain and that is why I started to fill the box of memories. I hope to get a room of memories before the age of retirement, because they are willing to create many more memories of that day.
Then I opened the box. Every time I open it feel like a beat in my heart ... different. As if he was playing in slow motion, time stops for me when I immerse myself in memories.
I wish the time did not flow, I would live my life again. God, how many times reliving those days. Maybe if I would hate to oblige, but now I think I would love to go back and forth to the days of my past.
Live long ... and have time to remember everything ... I will be able to do so? The world is falling apart and I feel bad when I think about what is going out of my peaceful reality.
My life flows happy, but when asked the people on the street "do you want your son to grow up in this world?" I feel my heart break every time the television broadcast those undecided responses.
In my opinion, however ill, this world is wonderful. There are many beautiful things in the world that at times the smoke of war and blood the killings there blind and no longer see the fantastic things and also that we pass by every day.
very happy I was listening to a song the other day with my iPod back from school ... I was about to start crying when I turned around and saw that after many days of rain sun finally shining again ... then I looked down and saw elementary school children play carefree .
It 'really a wonderful show. Yesterday
then started to snow (strange time, right?). When I realized I was attached to glass and watched the white flakes with a dreamy look.
Ahh! I have written too much. And it is getting a bit late, ne?
Moral of the story:
live every moment with joy, WHY 'THE LIFE YOU LIVE ONLY ONCE. And live every moment, every detail ... Keep it in your heart and mind.
A kiss ... キッス! ^ ^ ヮ
Next is the translation! Hope {I} XD If I can not translate this one, I'll post something else in Italian, Hoping you do not mind the waiting... ^^"
This is my LJ Blog . I'm posting the same things I post on my other Blog, which is written in Italian, so if you don't understand I'm sorry, but for now, i prefer to write in my mother language. It's 99% sure that I'll post in English really soon, so you'll have the chance to know me better really soon. ^w^
NOTE: My posts are partially written in
So here we are... after a long time I've created this account, finally, the first post. Again, I apologize that it's Italian...
Today is my box "thinking," a look inside the. Oh no. . . I was full!
Oggi ho guardato dentro alla mia "Scatola dei Ricordi". Ahh ... quanti ricordi!
Lì dentro c'è di tutto ... biglietti del cinema, gli scontrini di H & M
di quando sono stata aTorino ... foto della mia infanzia e dei miei genitori
da giovani ... Pagine di diario pseudo-secret that I had originally written the diary
school and then I cut it and put it there.
50 yen that I brought my cousin from his honeymoon in Japan,
decorated chopsticks that gave me the first time I went to
Japanese Restaurant (or rather レストラン XD)
There are greeting cards of my friends and my parents ...
cut from notebook doodles.
But how many things you would remember forever?
Beautiful things, the ugly.
I think it would be worthwhile to remember them all ...
In good times, bad things look and think that we were able to overcome ; look at those beautiful and feel even happier.
In bad times, look at the good things and hope with all my heart that there are still moments like that, look at those ugly
think that there is always the worst and that everything will ... I would hope that the memories remain, but unfortunately some things go away. They have to leave, but I would not.
I think that all things are precious ... each memory deserves to remain in our hearts. I just 15 years, well, a month and a half 16, but it is a few months ago that I think of a thing ...
I think I'm afraid to die. Where we go after death? What a sad speech, right? Ahhh! I have to stop thinking about things like that.
But seriously, I'm still too young to think about death, and I realize that. But every time I think about it.
you never think what must be bad to die? Well ... all the good memories, people who have loved ... where one goes after death? What purpose does our life? I will not forget ... not want to cancel my life .
are still small, but I want to have a life full of memories. And then I do not want to go all to hell when I go.
But I think it will be worth it. I want to live a life full of emotions, to be able to tell, that I might lose the memories, when I am old.
you ever be lying in bed for minutes and minutes trying to remember the dream from which you have just woken up? Well, I want my life to be so. an infinite memory. I so much so that my memories remain and that is why I started to fill the box of memories. I hope to get a room of memories before the age of retirement, because they are willing to create many more memories of that day.
Then I opened the box. Every time I open it feel like a beat in my heart ... different. As if he was playing in slow motion, time stops for me when I immerse myself in memories.
I wish the time did not flow, I would live my life again. God, how many times reliving those days. Maybe if I would hate to oblige, but now I think I would love to go back and forth to the days of my past.
Live long ... and have time to remember everything ... I will be able to do so? The world is falling apart and I feel bad when I think about what is going out of my peaceful reality.
My life flows happy, but when asked the people on the street "do you want your son to grow up in this world?" I feel my heart break every time the television broadcast those undecided responses.
In my opinion, however ill, this world is wonderful. There are many beautiful things in the world that at times the smoke of war and blood the killings there blind and no longer see the fantastic things and also that we pass by every day.
very happy I was listening to a song the other day with my iPod back from school ... I was about to start crying when I turned around and saw that after many days of rain sun finally shining again ... then I looked down and saw elementary school children play carefree .
It 'really a wonderful show. Yesterday
then started to snow (strange time, right?). When I realized I was attached to glass and watched the white flakes with a dreamy look.
Ahh! I have written too much. And it is getting a bit late, ne?
Moral of the story:
live every moment with joy, WHY 'THE LIFE YOU LIVE ONLY ONCE. And live every moment, every detail ... Keep it in your heart and mind.
A kiss ... キッス! ^ ^ ヮ
Next is the translation! Hope {I} XD If I can not translate this one, I'll post something else in Italian, Hoping you do not mind the waiting... ^^"
Saturday, February 14, 2009
How To Change Alias 2 Vibr
Time ... yet. And questions and perspectives on life.
Time, time, time ... I want time.
It 's a concept as strange time .. sometimes you think you drag wearily in eternal day, then in a moment you are beyond full months between the fingers, between the pages of books, including questions and doubts.
The true probably is that I'm growing and I'm discovering suddenly adult, when I do not feel so mature .. are indeed already live up to all these responsibilities? There are very few qualities that I found the reach the age of majority.
For example, I'm buying the house, in fact I almost bought it completely, since I have already signed the sale agreement and paid 2000 euro .... I'm 18 years old and I have a house. A home, where bills and everything will be made out to me ... It 'obvious that they are happy, be 18 years old and already have a home, bought with his own money is a big step forward, it means ahead with a cut above the others having already passed a much larger goal that people can not even dream about me.
But all the excitement that there might be is going to crash into the harsh reality ... economic . How many puzzles to unlock between banks and postal money from my inheritance, and then become really aware of how the money slip away to a frightening speed between notaries, practices, taxes, ive, and this damn world crisis that slowed me down almost € 10,000 on titles that stupid director had chosen for me on the authority of the court. I knew quite well this reality, the obstacle course to make ends meet, but so far I had already bumped against the wall, these days are going to collide at a speed doubled.
Now that finally we will have a our home, so no more rent to pay, we will pull a little breath, but only after dealing with all expenses to move into new home ... and are not little. I hope I do not have to consume all the money I wanted to leave for college.
The university is now another node crucial in my life. the big question is which one? And here the factors of time and money imposed more than ever ... The end of the school is like a sword of Damocles over my head, supported by a thread that consumes every day. if it were only for me, I know what I would like to grow up: the teacher, and then choose a faculty of letters. The prospect of teaching, being with the kids and do something meaningful for them to grow is something that attracts me a lot, more than curious about the world of school dalla'ltro side of the chair. I think that would be the ideal thing for me. However, there a though. Considering the situation of my sister, my mom and my unfortunately I have to follow the line of economic necessity, or choose a university that I guarantee to work soon after their terms of study and above all that I pay a good fruit. Now the wages of teachers is certainly not poor, but considering the current situation of the school, and the outlook is not optimistic that we have for the future (which is why school reform issue has always interested me because not only would be weighed up me student, but in my dreams, the future is also Professor du me) I think maybe I would end to find a chair fixed to 40 years and only passes and with much luck in my city or province at least ... and is not a good thing. So what the hell to do? I have no idea ... I often feel like banging your head against a wall very strong and I'm tired of trying to defiularmi discretion when the question "what will you do after graduation?" hangs in the air and so avoid it.
Why is it so difficult to match our dreams with our needs?
Time, time, time ... I want time.
It 's a concept as strange time .. sometimes you think you drag wearily in eternal day, then in a moment you are beyond full months between the fingers, between the pages of books, including questions and doubts.
The true probably is that I'm growing and I'm discovering suddenly adult, when I do not feel so mature .. are indeed already live up to all these responsibilities? There are very few qualities that I found the reach the age of majority.
For example, I'm buying the house, in fact I almost bought it completely, since I have already signed the sale agreement and paid 2000 euro .... I'm 18 years old and I have a house. A home, where bills and everything will be made out to me ... It 'obvious that they are happy, be 18 years old and already have a home, bought with his own money is a big step forward, it means ahead with a cut above the others having already passed a much larger goal that people can not even dream about me.
But all the excitement that there might be is going to crash into the harsh reality ... economic . How many puzzles to unlock between banks and postal money from my inheritance, and then become really aware of how the money slip away to a frightening speed between notaries, practices, taxes, ive, and this damn world crisis that slowed me down almost € 10,000 on titles that stupid director had chosen for me on the authority of the court. I knew quite well this reality, the obstacle course to make ends meet, but so far I had already bumped against the wall, these days are going to collide at a speed doubled.
Now that finally we will have a our home, so no more rent to pay, we will pull a little breath, but only after dealing with all expenses to move into new home ... and are not little. I hope I do not have to consume all the money I wanted to leave for college.
The university is now another node crucial in my life. the big question is which one? And here the factors of time and money imposed more than ever ... The end of the school is like a sword of Damocles over my head, supported by a thread that consumes every day. if it were only for me, I know what I would like to grow up: the teacher, and then choose a faculty of letters. The prospect of teaching, being with the kids and do something meaningful for them to grow is something that attracts me a lot, more than curious about the world of school dalla'ltro side of the chair. I think that would be the ideal thing for me. However, there a though. Considering the situation of my sister, my mom and my unfortunately I have to follow the line of economic necessity, or choose a university that I guarantee to work soon after their terms of study and above all that I pay a good fruit. Now the wages of teachers is certainly not poor, but considering the current situation of the school, and the outlook is not optimistic that we have for the future (which is why school reform issue has always interested me because not only would be weighed up me student, but in my dreams, the future is also Professor du me) I think maybe I would end to find a chair fixed to 40 years and only passes and with much luck in my city or province at least ... and is not a good thing. So what the hell to do? I have no idea ... I often feel like banging your head against a wall very strong and I'm tired of trying to defiularmi discretion when the question "what will you do after graduation?" hangs in the air and so avoid it.
Why is it so difficult to match our dreams with our needs?
Monday, January 5, 2009
Katesplayground Gallery
Help! Where has the time? Returning home
Hmm ... January 5?
Possible?
does not seem to me .. someone must have sent out watches or calendars, or have enchanted me and woke up after all these days.
December lasted barely a fortnight and the holidays seem to start the other day ....
not upgrade from this journal too and I cry my heart because these days were designed and some of the best I remember ... qesto but perhaps because I could not sit here and write a attimino four words on the cross on the screen.
In fact I do not write anything for quite a while, even fanfiction comments or post them around ... but they are mired in one of my usual crisis Lettra: I'm reading a lot recently, both of books and other ....
I read Eragon, Eldest, and Brisingr, I read The Game of the angel, I read The Subtle Knife, and above all, having purchased dpo I read Twilight n contemporary Midnight Sun New Moon and then ... and now I started to read (all together because they are just psychotic) The Amber Spyglass, the audacity of hope (Barack O.), the order of gianizzeri, the moon and the bonfires and Eclipse.
Oh, and the other night because I did not know what to read absurdly since half of these books mentioned above are in my computer and the others scattered around the house ... Well I started to read a storybook of the middle: P
Dura, however, go back to writing ... hardly know what to talk. Or better. There are an infinite number of things I could say and tell, but where to start? Hmm I think for some of the topics I will write a post pate in fndo deserve their attention.
I believe will put us here just a bunch of stupid nonsense and continuity giosto to get used to scribble on my keyboard ...
Here I was thinking the other day to Quan can not stand the winter, how stupid this season, but I found some things I like about this period and lists them wrong by relevance, but only follows the 'I order that come to mind.
1) Wear your pajamas hot after leaving it for half an hour Sipra the radiators turned
2) Stay a while awake, some asleep in the warm blankets of the bed in the morning.
3) tanteeeee drinking hot chocolate.
4) Decorating, trees, nativity scenes and all holidays.
5) Sitting in front of the stove or with her back against the radiator and read a good book.
6) Being able to sleep in mom's arms and when you can also go to Marco
For now these are the most important things that come to mind .. if someone has to own it could develop a bell'elenco! Other
my mania, which I already mentioned, is Naruto. Absurd but true, is worsened O___O I got to shoot 3:30 in the afternoon of betting in Japanese with subtitles in Italian, if not English, to go and visit every day Komixjam puntata430 waiting for the Christmas season ... and today to pick up pictures here and there.
Yes I am evolving into a mangadipendente ... absurd! Up to 2-3 years ago I was totally indifferent, almost seemed to me stupid ... I can not explain exactly why, but people who claimed they did not convince me passionate, it seemed a world too different in nature ... mah! and now they end up count me among their ranks ... certainly makes the life of jokes!
then I want to give a little warning to all my Friends ... I'll see if enlarged to 10 kilos do not worry, it's just because of my addiction to chocolate that has been established in these days (Remus has infected me!).
E 'now a drug: (
It all started with just a chocolate or two a day, I swear I thought I did not check but I did. It is not my fault! Whenever Mark I wore them they gave me or his mother, tell me, how could I refuse? Cooome?
And then the coup de grace ... the mega Lindor received for my birthday! After I opened it I was constantly in spiluccare Every half hour a piece of chocolate, and then my mother, free of heart and decided to buy the Nippon (cerealei blown chocolate ... sbav * *), I saw them there together on the shelf, once took a once la'ltro .. and often both: D
But the greatest temptation of all guess what? The ball of chocolate Christmas tree to hang .. Naruto! O______O
One of the most beautiful and tempting I have ever seen! : P Another
my little obsession is the game dìbattaglia ship on my shiny new phone: D Oh well
close the tent that I have to go for dinner (with milk chocolate xD) and get ready tonight to play cards by Sara!
And it goes with the Smart Mark! : D
Hmm ... January 5?
Possible?
does not seem to me .. someone must have sent out watches or calendars, or have enchanted me and woke up after all these days.
December lasted barely a fortnight and the holidays seem to start the other day ....
not upgrade from this journal too and I cry my heart because these days were designed and some of the best I remember ... qesto but perhaps because I could not sit here and write a attimino four words on the cross on the screen.
In fact I do not write anything for quite a while, even fanfiction comments or post them around ... but they are mired in one of my usual crisis Lettra: I'm reading a lot recently, both of books and other ....
I read Eragon, Eldest, and Brisingr, I read The Game of the angel, I read The Subtle Knife, and above all, having purchased dpo I read Twilight n contemporary Midnight Sun New Moon and then ... and now I started to read (all together because they are just psychotic) The Amber Spyglass, the audacity of hope (Barack O.), the order of gianizzeri, the moon and the bonfires and Eclipse.
Oh, and the other night because I did not know what to read absurdly since half of these books mentioned above are in my computer and the others scattered around the house ... Well I started to read a storybook of the middle: P
Dura, however, go back to writing ... hardly know what to talk. Or better. There are an infinite number of things I could say and tell, but where to start? Hmm I think for some of the topics I will write a post pate in fndo deserve their attention.
I believe will put us here just a bunch of stupid nonsense and continuity giosto to get used to scribble on my keyboard ...
Here I was thinking the other day to Quan can not stand the winter, how stupid this season, but I found some things I like about this period and lists them wrong by relevance, but only follows the 'I order that come to mind.
1) Wear your pajamas hot after leaving it for half an hour Sipra the radiators turned
2) Stay a while awake, some asleep in the warm blankets of the bed in the morning.
3) tanteeeee drinking hot chocolate.
4) Decorating, trees, nativity scenes and all holidays.
5) Sitting in front of the stove or with her back against the radiator and read a good book.
6) Being able to sleep in mom's arms and when you can also go to Marco
For now these are the most important things that come to mind .. if someone has to own it could develop a bell'elenco! Other
my mania, which I already mentioned, is Naruto. Absurd but true, is worsened O___O I got to shoot 3:30 in the afternoon of betting in Japanese with subtitles in Italian, if not English, to go and visit every day Komixjam puntata430 waiting for the Christmas season ... and today to pick up pictures here and there.
Yes I am evolving into a mangadipendente ... absurd! Up to 2-3 years ago I was totally indifferent, almost seemed to me stupid ... I can not explain exactly why, but people who claimed they did not convince me passionate, it seemed a world too different in nature ... mah! and now they end up count me among their ranks ... certainly makes the life of jokes!
then I want to give a little warning to all my Friends ... I'll see if enlarged to 10 kilos do not worry, it's just because of my addiction to chocolate that has been established in these days (Remus has infected me!).
E 'now a drug: (
It all started with just a chocolate or two a day, I swear I thought I did not check but I did. It is not my fault! Whenever Mark I wore them they gave me or his mother, tell me, how could I refuse? Cooome?
And then the coup de grace ... the mega Lindor received for my birthday! After I opened it I was constantly in spiluccare Every half hour a piece of chocolate, and then my mother, free of heart and decided to buy the Nippon (cerealei blown chocolate ... sbav * *), I saw them there together on the shelf, once took a once la'ltro .. and often both: D
But the greatest temptation of all guess what? The ball of chocolate Christmas tree to hang .. Naruto! O______O
One of the most beautiful and tempting I have ever seen! : P Another
my little obsession is the game dìbattaglia ship on my shiny new phone: D Oh well
close the tent that I have to go for dinner (with milk chocolate xD) and get ready tonight to play cards by Sara!
And it goes with the Smart Mark! : D
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