New Graphics - victory!
Small update to point out the obvious: I was finally able to change graphics lj! ^ O ^ I was trying to lecture us on Thursday, but with only twenty minutes (damned exercises excel, I can do them, because they continue to torment me?!>. \u0026lt;) I had not understood anything ... ^ ^ 'It's a great victory! * O *
Ah, then yesterday I finally vito the new - brr - look to Sasuke ... OK Pants, shirt that shows his chest megascollatura OK, as usual touch of dumpling OK, What the hell is' BONZO THE ROPE FROM BUDDHIST ASSOCIATED WITH A SIDE?! Orochimaru DAMNED AND ITS BAD TASTE! ITHACA, intervenes! (At least, one who knows how to dress up there ... even if they called 'weasel' ... and some people still wonder why wiped out his family)
I'm addicted to YouTube. * *
Saturday, May 13, 2006
Peace Symbol Comforters
fooling around, that joy
I'm back in the hour of computer science, and should ideally form a problem with Pascal ... And he is doing, in fact, to do two things (lj and the problem) my fingers are moving at breakneck speed.
Yesterday I reviewed "Spirited Away". Nothing to say, Miyazaki is a genius, from any side you want to turn the thing. I remember the first time I saw him, during the penultimate scene, when Chihiro remembers the name of Aku, I burst out laughing and crying at the same time. Thinking that I was not fully aware until then that the movie I liked so much. All I knew was to be fully captured by the beauty and delicacy of the images and history, to have his head completely empty and a smile. It 'was something totally unexpected.
I went ahead with Lucifer. Usually with a story I lock the 5th chapter, and even if there was a serious risk, thanks to the enthusiasm of Francy I could go forward. Imagine that today I started chapter six! Finally it's time to make room for the poor Lucifer, that even if the story takes its name, has not yet had a very active part, a part of the monologues crazy ... I'm afraid of not being able to make good this character as I want. It 's totally changed from the initial draft; has many more human side, perhaps too many. What worries me most is how you should be able to describe his relationship with Zaki, and the charismatic leader who would like to make it. Well, instill I can not help but write. The items will be on their own. No? We
I'm back in the hour of computer science, and should ideally form a problem with Pascal ... And he is doing, in fact, to do two things (lj and the problem) my fingers are moving at breakneck speed.
Yesterday I reviewed "Spirited Away". Nothing to say, Miyazaki is a genius, from any side you want to turn the thing. I remember the first time I saw him, during the penultimate scene, when Chihiro remembers the name of Aku, I burst out laughing and crying at the same time. Thinking that I was not fully aware until then that the movie I liked so much. All I knew was to be fully captured by the beauty and delicacy of the images and history, to have his head completely empty and a smile. It 'was something totally unexpected.
I went ahead with Lucifer. Usually with a story I lock the 5th chapter, and even if there was a serious risk, thanks to the enthusiasm of Francy I could go forward. Imagine that today I started chapter six! Finally it's time to make room for the poor Lucifer, that even if the story takes its name, has not yet had a very active part, a part of the monologues crazy ... I'm afraid of not being able to make good this character as I want. It 's totally changed from the initial draft; has many more human side, perhaps too many. What worries me most is how you should be able to describe his relationship with Zaki, and the charismatic leader who would like to make it. Well, instill I can not help but write. The items will be on their own. No? We
Thursday, May 11, 2006
Pemis Inside The Vigrina
During class
, I am a computer classroom at my school ...
Funny how the world works, I partitissima to renew the graphics of my blog and continue to write there, but then I said "no, too tiring and I surrendered ... I'm not a girl very consistent, no no. Too bad, I had chosen a pink candy graphics perfectly suited to who-so-I ... (Yes you!)
Last night I gave myself to do and I did buy up images sasuxnaru ... I too fond of this couple lately, are just playing. Not happened to me a passion for great work by historians such as Naruto, and Saiyuki nostalgic times. I really miss those days when we were all together ...
And to think that it is only two years. Not even an eternity! No, wait, all things are three ... Oh God I'm getting old. I lose count of the year. E 'grave! The 16 years that I said to the head.
'm always nervous and stressed out ... Furthermore, it seems that all viruses, bacteria and germs in this world have chosen my body as a meeting point of their World Congress, all but one of the fever, the only one that would allow me to stay home and do nothing. Damn parents workaholics. = _ =
Odde, is played. Escape to the class. = Total idle time in history. Focus will read, or three meters above the sky.
...
they are very bad.
, I am a computer classroom at my school ...
Funny how the world works, I partitissima to renew the graphics of my blog and continue to write there, but then I said "no, too tiring and I surrendered ... I'm not a girl very consistent, no no. Too bad, I had chosen a pink candy graphics perfectly suited to who-so-I ... (Yes you!)
Last night I gave myself to do and I did buy up images sasuxnaru ... I too fond of this couple lately, are just playing. Not happened to me a passion for great work by historians such as Naruto, and Saiyuki nostalgic times. I really miss those days when we were all together ...
And to think that it is only two years. Not even an eternity! No, wait, all things are three ... Oh God I'm getting old. I lose count of the year. E 'grave! The 16 years that I said to the head.
'm always nervous and stressed out ... Furthermore, it seems that all viruses, bacteria and germs in this world have chosen my body as a meeting point of their World Congress, all but one of the fever, the only one that would allow me to stay home and do nothing. Damn parents workaholics. = _ =
Odde, is played. Escape to the class. = Total idle time in history. Focus will read, or three meters above the sky.
...
they are very bad.
Friday, December 23, 2005
Pikachu Hoodie Hot Topic
Every now and then also use this LJ
Hmm, hello. Yes, sometimes I remember the existence of my little LJ. Now I'm at a stage where its graphic simplicity very much more elaborate templates for blogs. So long as I want, write us. I feel a little strange, I did not since my grandmother died a year ago and I sfogai here. I do not think it was a lot in me that day. It was a part of me that he went unfounded. It will never be replaced.
Thank goodness today is finally out of school = _ =; (Skip to Frasca pole) I could not stand anymore. However this year is definitely better than last year, I know people who by their presence alone helps me to go on, and fortunately they are not daughters of the bigotry of this stupid little town without a future.
Yesterday there was the thing commonly called "Christmas House" or a missed day of school so that every class can make a small show with a lot of awards ceremony at the end. Ergo, a good excuse to do shit. As expected, about 18 people, if they are presented very few. But most of what I expected anyway. Already predict a disaster even greater than last year (When our spirit totally uncaring and uncooperative he had done everything to lead a fight in general) but it went well. So beautiful, actually. We had a few things, but we still managed to do better than anyone else. We were determined not to put our feet on the head by anybody, not now confirm the widespread assumption that we would be the rowdy brats and unreliable. And do you know what? We won. Won. We, who all held up as a class problem with no decent side. And it was one of the greatest satisfactions of my life.
We all tried to do everything, but everyone has taken part in a task which was good. Timur, our metalhead satanist, has even brought along his electric guitar with speaker system! However, we have Johnny dressed as Father Christmas (Santa Claus is a very hairy to be honest ...), then Nadia and Naomi are dressed as girls and pucciose chiccose (part perfectly suited to them I would say), and the Ilaria Vittorio by terrorists, and hostages from Zangarelli and Je. The trick of all was more than perfect, and we had an 'officer lights' (when he opened the curtains were closed and the good times in those raw) and Timur had prepared three pieces: metal version of Jingle Bell, a piece' Raw 'and a' sweet 'typical of the eighties. Then he was even prepared a jam-packed with cream and sugar Pandoro corrempere to the jury ^ _ ^;
Honestly I thought of me out, to help limit Timur with the funds during the recitation, but of course my personal curse never leaves me. For an hour of play, the girls 'organization' a little of everything, have come to me asking me to throw down some piece of presentation and one for the central theme. In practice, I had to connect Santa Claus, the girls pucciose, two terrorists and two hostages in a logical manner.
Panico.
However, I let myself be discouraged, and pulling out the 'best of me' in a flash of inspiration, I managed to throw down some lines that are really fair. Despite having had to infarcile doing good, I hate this stupid system that does not do shows 'serious' in schools, as if we all pretend that everything is fine.
Anyway, that's how the show: Part
background music, the hard part. Here comes the presenter, and reads the lines that I had jotted down, then goes to take care of the lights. The scene opens on a group of terrorists holding hostage two boys. Father Christmas suddenly appear and the two girls pucciose, as if to make contrast with the scene. Father held in his hand a box that gives the terrorist who is about to slaughter the prisoner. The terrorist picks, while the three walked away, then throws it away and starts to kill the hostage. Crashes, there Looking back, it picks up the box. She opens it and finds a letter (the central theme, written by me ... The others wanted to put a feel-good poem Tze) who begins to read aloud
"Dear Santa,
'm a child of 10 years, Given my age and many say I should not believe in you more, but I want to write the same. In me my birth mother gave me only love, but also a disease called AIDS. For this disease, many say that I do not will never be great. So before you fall asleep, I want you I answered some of my questions.
I do not understand this world. Perhaps because they are too small. Why are people always ready to point guns against other people? Why does everyone hurt each other? Usually, those who cause pain because he does not know much, or tried it on himself. But those who inflicted pain had not suffered all this again? And the person before him? And the one before that?
E 'a spiral of pain with no beginning and no end. The men, therefore, can not conceive a world without pain? It has become so deeply a part of them can not be forgotten?
I have only one wish, the last one: for one day, one day, the adults could not put down their guns and try to listen to the voices of our children? And not just those seeking toys and gifts, but also those that suffering people ask "Why say you love us so much if you do this? Why we are leaving a world full of pain to live? E '* this * your love?"
would just like this, just for one day. You could not fulfill my wish?
Now I feel tired, so tired. And now I go to sleep. I do not know if I ever wake up, but my desire to achieve the same right?
Love,
a child. "The terrorist
holding the letter, it should be the other guy, and gave it to him. He reads it, and the pellets thrown to the ground, still pointing the gun at the hostage. The terrorist then try to snatch hand, and there is a fight, but he rejects it and starts to kill the prisoner. There is a moment of suspension, he trembles, and finally throws down his rifle picking up the letter. The law again, then along with his girlfriend free the prisoners and they hug.
And I come in with the hand cream pandoro corrupt to corrupt the jury Deheheh ^ _ ^.
The moment the ceremony was beautiful. Thanks to a spy in the jury, we knew we had won, but I would not believe it until the end. And when the representative of the Institute, said the name of our class, there was a general cry wild and liberating. We all looked amazed; II B in the first place! Impossible. Yet it is success. E 'was exciting, jumping and screaming when we climbed the stairs, singing and taking the prize in triumph. We have shown who we are and what we do, we are not only the class and confusing mess, only able to reply to prof.
Today was a nightmare for me, all asking me to let him read the letter, transcribed, photocopied, it can be recorded with your mobile phone ... Even the deputy came to ask me to be able to make a photocopy to make it to the headmaster read (on holiday for a month in South America) and there I took a wink ... ^ ^ 'Yes, because despite the convict doing good, I was not very politically correct, and the dean is a woman all of a piece. We hope to have no problems O_o;
Hmm, hello. Yes, sometimes I remember the existence of my little LJ. Now I'm at a stage where its graphic simplicity very much more elaborate templates for blogs. So long as I want, write us. I feel a little strange, I did not since my grandmother died a year ago and I sfogai here. I do not think it was a lot in me that day. It was a part of me that he went unfounded. It will never be replaced.
Thank goodness today is finally out of school = _ =; (Skip to Frasca pole) I could not stand anymore. However this year is definitely better than last year, I know people who by their presence alone helps me to go on, and fortunately they are not daughters of the bigotry of this stupid little town without a future.
Yesterday there was the thing commonly called "Christmas House" or a missed day of school so that every class can make a small show with a lot of awards ceremony at the end. Ergo, a good excuse to do shit. As expected, about 18 people, if they are presented very few. But most of what I expected anyway. Already predict a disaster even greater than last year (When our spirit totally uncaring and uncooperative he had done everything to lead a fight in general) but it went well. So beautiful, actually. We had a few things, but we still managed to do better than anyone else. We were determined not to put our feet on the head by anybody, not now confirm the widespread assumption that we would be the rowdy brats and unreliable. And do you know what? We won. Won. We, who all held up as a class problem with no decent side. And it was one of the greatest satisfactions of my life.
We all tried to do everything, but everyone has taken part in a task which was good. Timur, our metalhead satanist, has even brought along his electric guitar with speaker system! However, we have Johnny dressed as Father Christmas (Santa Claus is a very hairy to be honest ...), then Nadia and Naomi are dressed as girls and pucciose chiccose (part perfectly suited to them I would say), and the Ilaria Vittorio by terrorists, and hostages from Zangarelli and Je. The trick of all was more than perfect, and we had an 'officer lights' (when he opened the curtains were closed and the good times in those raw) and Timur had prepared three pieces: metal version of Jingle Bell, a piece' Raw 'and a' sweet 'typical of the eighties. Then he was even prepared a jam-packed with cream and sugar Pandoro corrempere to the jury ^ _ ^;
Honestly I thought of me out, to help limit Timur with the funds during the recitation, but of course my personal curse never leaves me. For an hour of play, the girls 'organization' a little of everything, have come to me asking me to throw down some piece of presentation and one for the central theme. In practice, I had to connect Santa Claus, the girls pucciose, two terrorists and two hostages in a logical manner.
Panico.
However, I let myself be discouraged, and pulling out the 'best of me' in a flash of inspiration, I managed to throw down some lines that are really fair. Despite having had to infarcile doing good, I hate this stupid system that does not do shows 'serious' in schools, as if we all pretend that everything is fine.
Anyway, that's how the show: Part
background music, the hard part. Here comes the presenter, and reads the lines that I had jotted down, then goes to take care of the lights. The scene opens on a group of terrorists holding hostage two boys. Father Christmas suddenly appear and the two girls pucciose, as if to make contrast with the scene. Father held in his hand a box that gives the terrorist who is about to slaughter the prisoner. The terrorist picks, while the three walked away, then throws it away and starts to kill the hostage. Crashes, there Looking back, it picks up the box. She opens it and finds a letter (the central theme, written by me ... The others wanted to put a feel-good poem Tze) who begins to read aloud
"Dear Santa,
'm a child of 10 years, Given my age and many say I should not believe in you more, but I want to write the same. In me my birth mother gave me only love, but also a disease called AIDS. For this disease, many say that I do not will never be great. So before you fall asleep, I want you I answered some of my questions.
I do not understand this world. Perhaps because they are too small. Why are people always ready to point guns against other people? Why does everyone hurt each other? Usually, those who cause pain because he does not know much, or tried it on himself. But those who inflicted pain had not suffered all this again? And the person before him? And the one before that?
E 'a spiral of pain with no beginning and no end. The men, therefore, can not conceive a world without pain? It has become so deeply a part of them can not be forgotten?
I have only one wish, the last one: for one day, one day, the adults could not put down their guns and try to listen to the voices of our children? And not just those seeking toys and gifts, but also those that suffering people ask "Why say you love us so much if you do this? Why we are leaving a world full of pain to live? E '* this * your love?"
would just like this, just for one day. You could not fulfill my wish?
Now I feel tired, so tired. And now I go to sleep. I do not know if I ever wake up, but my desire to achieve the same right?
Love,
a child. "The terrorist
holding the letter, it should be the other guy, and gave it to him. He reads it, and the pellets thrown to the ground, still pointing the gun at the hostage. The terrorist then try to snatch hand, and there is a fight, but he rejects it and starts to kill the prisoner. There is a moment of suspension, he trembles, and finally throws down his rifle picking up the letter. The law again, then along with his girlfriend free the prisoners and they hug.
And I come in with the hand cream pandoro corrupt to corrupt the jury Deheheh ^ _ ^.
The moment the ceremony was beautiful. Thanks to a spy in the jury, we knew we had won, but I would not believe it until the end. And when the representative of the Institute, said the name of our class, there was a general cry wild and liberating. We all looked amazed; II B in the first place! Impossible. Yet it is success. E 'was exciting, jumping and screaming when we climbed the stairs, singing and taking the prize in triumph. We have shown who we are and what we do, we are not only the class and confusing mess, only able to reply to prof.
Today was a nightmare for me, all asking me to let him read the letter, transcribed, photocopied, it can be recorded with your mobile phone ... Even the deputy came to ask me to be able to make a photocopy to make it to the headmaster read (on holiday for a month in South America) and there I took a wink ... ^ ^ 'Yes, because despite the convict doing good, I was not very politically correct, and the dean is a woman all of a piece. We hope to have no problems O_o;
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