Sunday, August 26, 2007

Wedding Dance Solution Nothing special about my specialty.

"You conquered me"
Those were the words of the master of capoeira. Capoeira 32 years, 47 of life and a knack indescribable. Response
And I just looked with a look of surprise.
"And you did nothing, absolutely nothing, and I won," he continued. I know I did nothing. I know that I did nothing. I just looked, waved, smiled and listened.
"She got me with his simplicity, his charisma, his humility, his courage. You are a warrior." "He said nothing that I could play, I gave no promise that I could say, I gave the hand, I always told the truth, from the beginning. He never gave me hope. He said he had no relationship, but tampoco wanted one. And yet, you conquered me "" You're different, very different "" Look around, see all the women who are doing capoeira ... Are many. Many. And none is like you. You are distinguished from all of them "" Look as though you are here talking to me, as everyone has their eyes on you "...
I liked him, frank and respectful. But little was said in response to his speech about me. I have heard many times in my life than I am. The other, special, or just weird I am. And yet I know so well that I'm not. I know as well, every day, not I am what they say, even so. Am I who say I am?? Or am who I claimed to be?? Or am who I am I am?? Or am to

Thursday, August 23, 2007

Bluntville Wraps Wholesale

rights but several of them were selling things like xD and some were selling crappy things half (?), it is noteworthy to fandom, Ivrea (only for being the publisher of sleeves of the country, nothing else), Blockout, Neo-Tokyo (for RK dolls have cheap XD) y. ....... bleh ... xD I think I stand any other bag. Choripanes were above the 4 $!!!!!! that HDPS! but hey it was good in everything; P

Ah! on Thursday I buy all manga! Vagabond # 8 (end of Musashi vs Inshun !!!!), Cafe Occult # 1 (failed ¬¬**) and Eyeshield21 # 2 (Deimon vs Oujou !!!!! *-*) courtesy of fandom is the custom and I bring them * ¬ *
then went back on Saturday, in which I had to wait because the line was HUGE! between type 5 >__________\u0026lt; but Igua
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do not like the mask or T_____T Kabuto (the weapon used in the second pic)

Well now if I have nothing more to say xD
greetings to all, P

Friday, August 17, 2007

Little Wart Like Thing On Lip

Today I feel the opposite of many things, far removed from my own knowledge. Today I feel like prey in this hostel so damn generous. Cursed-Bountiful. Absolutmanete I am happy with my life since I woke up and rotten. Bothers my internal convulsions, my endless questioning. Uncomfortable to be so full of my own uniqueness, which is what makes me feel intrigued and passionate about myself, like life itself. Today
hate I do not know what, I hate my fake ignorance, hate my eternal ability to successfully overcome it. Today I see the number 17 (August), and I hang it. Love it grows and I approached my destination. Love and be in Chile, but are there yet, and without wishing to be there right now. I love hugging my kingdom, mine love to do all that ands mine, and let me wrap around to the possessions belonging. Today possessions belonging here, and today I am prisoner of my own choices. And I admire and I hate that. As the strongest, being like an arrow. For nothing more than nature itself ... For fall even in my pits, throwing myself head to tangle my perceptions of the world.
Because the process is. Because nothing is static. Because I am everything, and everything moves. Because evolution is nothing but life in its full perfection and infinity and absolute, extending to a multidirectional anachronistic and eternal, and made from start to finish, but always recreating car. Always, but never ends. And everything was, but there's a new reconfiguration.
And that is what I am, andthat I am prey, for that is all my liberty. That's what makes me the magician, architect and builder of my destiny, my environment. And today I hate to understand everything I understand, and hate not understanding what I do not understand. And I hate to see behind my own tantrum, my reprimand, my right, my advice, my sweet helping hand ... Any given by myself. JA! Hate
not hate anything really either.
"It's all about the mood," says my friend Stéphane de France ... I write long e-mails I read with great zeal ... And I look forward to.
Is that so??
Damn cycles.

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Mount And Blades Wedding Dance Solution

It's over.
I know that after everything that happened, it sounds absurd to suggest that I have decided to live for me. If it is almost everything I've done lately. But I will leave my chest, and what it is in a wonderful "stand by" ... I guess try to live in a bubble will always be absurd. But I do not know anything about men less than 30 inches away from me. Really. It is not easy. But many must have done before, I draw inspiration to all who successfully managed. Although it does not know their names.
Yes, it's over.
Living for me, plan only, and for me. Build my fortune, my way, my resources. I will be my focus 100%, now.
Me and my plans.
complete me and I will build atto the point, I'll have a lot to give.
That's the most curious. That the more you worry about yourself, and you become a self-centered, the more you give of yourself.
Well!

Well!

Sunday, August 12, 2007

How To Wear Panty House I came north looking for ... Or south?

Yesterday I went to the mall, a shopping center did not know yet, and yesterday seemed cloudy day-without-nothing-to-make perfect to go visit a shopping mall, and go on to read some library generous free.
I set up my snack consisting of a super-mega sandwich of two whole-grain toast with cream cheese and lettuce, a hyper-awesome manzanita, and a wonderful little boy, and I set off. As I usually do lately, I walked down the street singing while walking lively and enthusiastic about my good picture ... But as months have not heard my songs, I can not sing even one whole song ... And that whole song, I'm bored of singing ... That rots me a bit the passion with which I sing ... But yesterday happensed a magic ... A song came out of nowhere in my memory, was alone in "play" and started dating not too trained my vocal cords ... "I came north looking for ..." WHOAAAA FLASH-CRASH-BUMBUMBUM .... One hundred crowded scene memories in my mind ... And with them the "tu-tum, tu-tum" of the organo-pulenta muscle as we have in between the ribs ... I breathed in the fresh air, cloudy felt so good behind the protection of my wool jacket and my leather jacket-plastic .... And I sang that song I remember one day having struggled to learn, asking the singer to sing me a hundred times, and I repeated it a hundred times those ... Short-lived ecstasy of an encounter between a self that lives in anothermoment in history and the present self, full of other distractions ... And it was as if he heard the song for the first time, re-released by my internal speaker, if ... and when I reached the final and gave myself credit for what I myself was listening to my own voice for the first time a hundred times ... "... and James so much, now I'm dying to return ..." And so the final cherry on my own show, perched stiffly on my cake cream emotional ... And I cried singing, walking down the streets toward the shopping center ... And my witness?? That overcast, gray and cool it made me feel in Viña del Mar ...
Yes, at that moment I felt so muriéndomand the desire to return. But while happy to be somewhere else to sing the old songs again and to charge as much sense to me ...
................... ............................
build a play for yourself, and release it with lights and cheers of a thousand voices silent, live as a director, actor, producer, public editor and feel all the emotions of the show together .... Whew .... It's worth a cold day painfully born May be about to hang self with the umbilical cord, learning to walk, take five hundred blows, take another five hundred extra emotional blows, spend 24 winters , summer, sixteen deep crisis, 40 acute tonsillitis, survivedra adolecedora tremendously throughout adolescence, 17 heartbreaking disappointments, 1 horrible breakup with boyfriend, 1 peorsísimamente another painful breakup with a boyfriend, a disappointing loss of virginity, 1 varicella, ten pale etecé, etecé ... All worth it. I think all the ugly moments, and while I lived I never thought I would feel so happy one day ... That is definitely grace ...
Well I got the happy shopping, and it seemed quite disorganized, very crowded, very crowded fashion, very full of people wanting to be fashionable, too full of people wanting to be fashion and not succeeding at all, and as natural, very crowded with many bags ... Parearse by bending the neck to one side to another .....
But I finally found the books I read and I was tinca reading ...
One was how to draw human figure (in English ) and the other was on exercise and stretching exercises (in Portuguese) ... And to have both in common the fact that described in detail parts of the body (which are words that are part of the group of special knowledge of a language), totally did not know the words or English, or Portuguese. But I learned a lot.
And I got so anxious to go to draw and implement everything I learned, which then went straight to a stationery store looking to buy a notebook of sketches and perhaps a graphite pencil thickness, & amp; nbsp; and so back to the old studies of the human figure, instead of buying what was scheduled, which was milk, bread, fruit, with the last two that I had ... lucas
But the store did not satisfy me, that was not even remotely similar to a "national library" of Santiago, and also gave him to be pencil lopez ... So I went without my knowledge implement dibujísticos ...
Instead I went to the supermarket and bought my food ...
I went to wait for the microphone back and spent an hour waiting, alone in the night with my grocery bags ... Soil advantage of the longer waiting times to play my harmonica mic, but it was cold, so this time I took it to work my body cosciencia. Clearly nanobody wants to lose an hour (or more) waiting micro ... So always bear in mind a plan to actually get that hour (or more) has been fruitful one hour, and not a wasted time waiting for micro ... Work
body awareness is a good alternative, especially for those interested in dance ... It is constrained separately and in turn, all the muscles of the body, making small stretches that anyone can notice is beyond one's haciedo ... "Or at least, I think nobody notices-... Then try to muscle groups separately constrained ... When you can not think what muscle is more constrained, it may be a good time to stretch your fingers ... Stretching the fingers is goodrewarding not only for musicians, or artists, or people using hands a lot, so it is for the compu-addicted ... Everyone should do it in truth, for there is none that does not use many hands times for many things ... (Yes, many different things) ...
But when I was twelve and so much of the night convinced me that I had been without a mike. Here
public phones are not coin operated, all work with phone cards that cost you at least $ 1500 dollars that was not, and anyway there was nothing to buy. So I do not have much choice ... He was always the option of walking half an hour or so, but I thought it was very appropriate because it was so late, and I was lazy ..Things always manage ... So I sent the happy message to the sister of my Brazilian friend who is now in England. And it was not even a minute when the phone rang and she was wondering where I was, and I stay there waiting. Life is easy when you have friends.
And meanwhile, talked a lot with the manager to deliver the tickets at the entrance of the party .. A goat of MOICANE, Lebanese descent, I tried to speak English and that was very nice ...
He said everyone who worked there in the bar (and himself) working without registration, so it was talk to the owner to see if they gave me a little work ... which would be very good to finally make me m

Sunday, August 5, 2007

Blonde Hair Salon Kyoto Japan And nothing else.

Delivered to the wheel

straight path,

picked a lifetime and I carried on my back

small cracks I stumbled upon the nature of those not

breathing hard, without opening his eyes, mumbling my old truths.

need, love, adventure, ambition,

I chased everything, without embracing anything.

Streets, bar, cheap hotel, all the faces with the eyes of the world,

hugged me and wrapped me in its charm inlaid repulsive ...

demons ate and ate mine ... Exhaust

sheets crying, tired of my laughing turma. Contagion
my passion, my illness, my literal female
I understood.
And I laughed and I went off, dreams, light, hunger, thirst!

I became the mother of my nature ...
And the world opened up and took me with her hands ...
I stirred, I walked the air, I breathed a gale of good ideas in the face,
and saw it all ...
The whole universe is crossed with my fiber, I saw him, and I was mistress of her sublime ...
He showed me the secrets and laughed, Risa
silly, loud, cool, happy, absurd madness
simplicity!
And all there, and all here ...
And everyone dancing in the same, and all delivered to the rhythm ... I
us, them, of you, I'm all,
first, third, voSotres, they ...

I placed on the floor ...
And again I'm the ant, I'm the giant ...
I give a little jump and return to my country,
To become tiny, and you.

That's it.

Saturday, August 4, 2007

Russianbare.com Onlain

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