Monday, November 29, 2010

Sound Duck Billed Platypus Make



Today I am Christmas. However, nearly a month, but the foolishness of the lights that are all hung and I had gone to his head. And I have to express my inspiration and who does orange juice, so I come with a proposal. While I'm waiting to see if any English community is encouraged (because I'm getting what is said much anger not to control the English to write chorraditas ... I can only ask and I did only once because I feel bad), I like doing favors.

So give me excuses to write! There will be surprises, but I hope request that they make the workaround Christmas C =

Fandoms are not going to blow my nose into Chinese (see know): Baccano! Reborn! Durarara! Hetalia! (or, wait, this was not Exclaimed?) Karneval, Amatsuki (do not I have faith that you may know ) , Oofuri, "Kingdom Hearts?, Pandora Hearts y. .. y. .. I guess it's worth.

Anti bad memory:

ʚ Dino (( [info] sawako_shota ))
ʚ Lithuania Papaveri [info])) ʚ Mihashi a summer song and cute boys versioned by ♥ Glee

Saturday, November 27, 2010

How Do You Treat Kyphosis

my inspiration was hidden in a beautiful song

[info] For rest of the meme, I bring a fic just written and uncorrected. This time I have fulfilled my purpose of non-standard sheet spend my word, but it has not gone too long, thank goodness. And I've always realized that, in these things, I write in this. I'm intrigued. A lot. Reborn KHR-It, "because today I stuck reading binge, and I have already put almost a day and I met a character I really like. It is an unfortunate, but there's that. (Although I discovered that what I mean by "hugging" is translated fandonilmente for "rapeable" D:) Spoilers through chapter 284, because that's when the character appears, Ma s nothing. Oh, and I'll post it also for the community. But as I think I have no one friend there, I suppose that nothing happens?

inches are picked up from the ground. Hands first, so, so, sitting carefully, and you're face to face with asphalt again. He stares for a few seconds more than necessary, while a little runny nose. Or has it been this time the lip?

cares.

always the same dark red, and always knows just as bad.
Although today is clouded eyes. Blinks, without understanding. One of the tears on her lashes were lost tightrope walk.

Oh.
She bites her lip, not to throw any sob. Blood is disgusting, but who cares. A bit lame walking, and amused. Here we go again. Silently, silently, no one will realize that your eyes shine a little and you have the desire to mourn knotted at the throat. Prefer not to be the opposite and still be just so dry, it hurts less. That if there are no tears, no more damage inside.
and out and not care.


When heard calling (
"Enma ...? Enma, wait, I'll walk
), slows down a little step. Just come across it, it has been flip. The gesture has lost a little, but prefers to wait for that laugh that seems to live in the throat of the other questions anything.
Do not look, it's like getting better. still staring at his shoes.

What happened? Nothing. All that's nothing. ... I guess not. What then? Whatever. But it hurts ... it hurts a lot? No. And they sink the conversation. Enma
glances only to feel a tap on the back of his hand. Lately he has taken to do that. Want to look like accidents, and knows not hide. What


is rare.
lips curve although it opened the wounds again.
A bit like me.


Almost, almost likes him.

- Have you passed the desire to mourn? "You see the head again, smiling. - ... How? Flashes. Twice. If there are no tears, no nothing inside. Dry, burned. In ashes.
may not have seen them.
can not know what you burn.
-N-nothing, "Nerves do stumble. He laughs a little. Of himself. Forget it.

-Oh.
I help you with that? "Hm? A walking, limping. I'm fine.
clear. Silence returns to boycott the conversation.

And although he has said that nothing happens, one hundred and three steps later Enma is dropped, without warning, on his shoulder. Is tired of being compensated choke with tears, shattered inside to indulge, or not give it to anyone, and then you know the mouth of vinegar.
So there is the quirk of being helped to walk. Both of the catches by surprise. The jerk who gives Tsuna destabilize ends. Before you know it is face to face against the ground. Again.

Tsuna apology rises to three hundred per second. He has a hand in a hurry, and he agrees with one of his skinned. Not that it hurts all to join.

- How have you noticed? "I asked, once stood. What they wanted to mourn.

"Because ... because, well, I see smiles, embarrassed, and scratching the bridge of the nose. It seems you do not know how say. I always happens.


"You're not the only vulnerable here." Enma
flashes. Three times before to laugh, softly. Scraping, as always. Almost
carefully. It's nice, why not say Tsuna.


Wait, I'll help. No need. Are you sure? Sure. Ah, that's not you ever want to fall. Hm. What does that mean, Emma? ... Emma?
He pats to know if you are listening. In hand.
And when he comes back, inertia of surprise makes it wobble to one side. Enma again laughing. Strong, with enthusiasm. How strange is

, which makes swallowing apathy at a time, with all the blood of the lip, and do not feel bad.


Monday, November 22, 2010

Negligence And Malpractice Cases



continue with the meme!

"Your first love."




I know a thing 'bout darkness,
I know a thing about lovers.
Lovers want the moon.
(8)

now I'm sure if there are thousands of love songs, I'm not exaggerating. Heartbreaks, disappointments, which if ay, if beautiful, if all. Miles, what I tell you. Right now iTunes has decided to laugh at me and put one of them. And I like, so I'll forgive you.
But I leave the subject: My first love? None.

has been one of those strip-of-war for the whole world has gone. The typical "oh, do I go home over there? WHAT A COINCIDENCE mentiracochina . " It was funny. He was a classmate and a cute as a boy. Conclusion: good friend. It makes me laugh every time I remember. He liked that I later learned had been no secret. But I have a knack for not finding out things. So when I hit so much attention (that is, either, but had its little details) and I began to grace, had thrown in the towel and began girlfriend.
But was used to learn to laugh at him (he was ashamed, jojojo), some morriñay nothing else. So, do you love? ... Hormones.

(And now it has become a cocoon. Although I still smile when greeting (?))

Then there was the typical trombonist. Or, translated, that guy who always match schedules, he comes and you go, he says hello and you say goodbye, or vice versa, as in that song Beatles, a smile and "aw" but nothing ever happens.
affirm
So: no, the moment Cupid has not spit at me, and my interest is directly proportional my faith for the sake of this class. What happens? Encantada. Can not play? Well I will not mount drama, I can continue studying (...) We Love Actually, so far I am so critical for this than my friends say that I fear. But there will be time to apply. When the asylum escape any of these lovely kids who are not gay, no girlfriend, leaving a casting of models, have great detail without being weary historical, etc, etc, let it catch me a laugh & hearts ;
/ Fill, fill, fill.

Indeed, "No one looks fantastic Danish accent speaking English? I found a group danésy makes me laugh: D may play music too hard in general, but have a couple of songs I like. They called Disneyland after dark, but denounced Disney, so I stayed in DAD.
I said, nice accent!


(Edito now that I've known better: I will certainly pausitas between the meme, because it will give me the feeling bored. So I seek crap crap or just plain interesting thus toggle)

Friday, November 19, 2010

Which Car Dealership Works With Ssi Income ?

day 01 day 02 day

titles entries will appear in horror film: D now appears that touches occur. Do not be scared, eh, I think I've been through. Congratulations to those who reach the end! And if you have any questions, you will not
and I love speaking in plural as if this were to read a lot of people
, feel free as the sun at dawn to do so.


was not sure where to start So, after giving a few turns, I decided to make it easy. Hello. Pilar I generally never if I can help Pili, Pillars since she was a dwarf, Nopasanada after stepping on someone, after being scared Losiento inadvertently Pilarcilla, Pilarius, Ehtúapartadelatele, Pi, Pilpil , Pin, Pilchi and a thousand other things that anyone has ever said. My mother at first did not like my name, so I spent two years without calling. You see, there is variety.

was born the same day (one month pretty, at least) A few years ago, but I'm a little Peter Pan, so ... good. "Grow? Does it eat?

Inside, I'm like any


anatomical drawing
Vanitas, or like you. Probably I have a heart, and surely is on the left. Although it may be the other way, or there who has had two hearts at once, presumably say that I am normal. I have also countless miniature factories that someone has called cells-those that also chorraditas form as the brain or lungs, drippings and some blood, lymph, water, and a thousand curiosities like that too numerous to name and in which, however, no one thinks very much.

Outside'm also made of normality. Two eyes, a nose, all that. I'm like one of those who pass by your side every day. Sanity a little yellow, brownish eyes. Not a walking beauty, not too badly made. Maybe a little disheveled, I confess, I get five minutes just to get ready and I'm too Garfield to sacrifice more sleep over at me a little mirror. I'm the girl of perpetual-jeans until I prove that there is a more comfortable, garment, small feet and Converse. A little pretty flat, one seventy, I've lost quite unintentionally. Long coat and warm. Cablecito backpack over his ears.
And how hard is now. But let's give a bit of randomness:

1. Pilar Tell the truth about the following issues and justify the answer: a)
loves being hit by bicycles.
FALSE. I mean, I know it seems, but ... no. No. That every time I go out with me collide means nothing. Although beginning to suspect that some do it on purpose.
b) is a master of social relations. Hehe, this is funny. True at one time. False now. Until last year went well, but ... I recently stopped connecting with people. I've always been a little awkward socially, but more of a problem was a detail that others were amused. Now ...
c)


It has become terribly home. ... finished happening. True. I'm a boring person, have always had to drag a little here to there, and I have distanced the people I have around (ha), so ... d) Startles hard. False. Falsísimo. I'm wicked scared, and those of my course this year have been realized. Total, that when there is no will is wanting. I tend to finish me off and surprised by anything. e)
spoken is very wrong. Verdalso. I am very finolis of normal, until 1) I'm scared and toads and snakes loose 2) I get excited.
f) And I'm excited with anything. Although so much swearing, that's more rare.
g)
"unfriendly?
A could be. Great fault, I'm aware of it first.
k) But this was not a true or false?
l) Better change in question. I begin to know myself and not the ABC.

2. Important people in the scene pilaresco: My family. A friend I have to check every so often it has not become English. My piano teacher, for his endless patience. The nice people at the conservatory, because I'm very comfortable with them. Some classmates. My pen pal! In reality everything is a circle rather small, but charming ♥ 3. A topic of conversation not to take with me: Music. Not that I hate to not want to hear about it, is quite the opposite: I'm an addict. I can bore anyone, so it is dangerous. And I can not back heavy. Right now it sounds In my veins and I recommend it a thousand times, but surely would do the same with the next.
4. Something to refer: Mr. Frost (aka Mraz):
"Life is like a box of crayons. Most people Are the 8-color boxes, But What You're really looking for Are the 64-color boxes with the sharpeners on the back. I fancy myself to be a 64-color box, though I've got a few missing. It's ok though, because I've got some more vibrant colors like periwinkle at my disposal. I have a bit of a problem though in that I can only meet the 8-color boxes. Does anyone else have that problem? I mean there are so many different colors of life, of feeling, of articulation... so when I meet someone who's an 8-color type... I'm like, "Hey girl, magenta!" and she's like, "Oh, you mean purple!" And she goes off on her purple thing.
And I'm like... "No - I want magenta!" »  
5. Alguna aficción: Read-since she was a dwarf, I love to eat shelves. Plan trips: I've done most of the world (some day I'll buy a map hanging on the wall of my habitacióny riddled with chinchetitas). Sleep. Calvin & Hobbes. Film. Curious to investigate things I'm very Google-geek with this. Anatomy. 6. The life of a Pilarus communis: is boring. We could say normal, but it's fair to say boring. I spend a lot of time daydreaming and always want to get big things happen. Rather, it is, but great. "Osmer" go. While still waiting, I work to "study." I am not responsible because I was born too vague by nature (a mixture between Snoopy and Garfield. I love being in my pajamas "The art of doing nothing" and sleep indormible.) But I'll pickpocket. So while I spend my life in front of the computer / reading / discussing what to do if zombies come to my father, for I have luck on exams and doing nothing, I do well. With a little more of it and less of Murphy, this year I get to take the note to medicine. The downside is that I usually put the prawn often than is healthy for anyone, silly things to death. So I stay on target with my name. But I laugh at mistakes, and learn. A character of my favorite books had a great philosophy: "Learn and live." Mistakes can be exploited.


And this is becoming too long so, well, I summarize the rest. Not sold. I added things as I could think of. I forgot to say, for example, I'm a clump of nerve-and tickle. I smile a lot, I have the sense of pain and days stunted fools frightening apathy, I've been writing this in inches during the day, because I have been kidnapped from time to time. Dream strange things, I love to argue with my philosophy professor, I love silly debates about where the hell is a English tortilla made by a francésy I hope things are really small . I always wanted to ask me a foot in a Chinese dish called "Ants climbing a tree" but never find anyone who are encouraged me. I sleep in scary movies. I laugh at anything. If I get depressed, I tend to search for images of the Earth, compared with Jupiter, Jupiter to the Sun and the Sun with other stars. Do you know how small we are next to Antares? I am a person of many emotional ups and downs, but I have a trick to not look crazy: hide. I do bad, but nobody notices. Sometimes I write, sometimes not. And
term, is over.
Something I always draw a smile? Many things.


For example.



Thursday, November 18, 2010

Infrawave Bottom Elements Not Lighting

memear looked and me-too-I





Lately, every time I try something, I feel a little Snoopy. I love to have a little more activity in a thousand fandoms that I like, but a) no communication in English b) have and I dare not post anything. But while I find a remedy for fantasmitis acute, I decided to try a meme I took from Nomeacuerdodónde and had saved to do someday.

... be thirty days, rather. I have the journal with laughter, and this remedy I have found amusing. Maybe I cheat a little once in a while and is not followed,

but I promise to finish
. Chorradita've never done any of these C:

day 01 - day 02 introduce yourself - your first love day 03 - Your Parents
day 04 - what you ate today
day 05 - your definition of love day 06 - day 07 your day - your best friend
day 08 - a moment day 09 - your Beliefs day 10 - What You Wore
day 11 today - your siblings day 12 - what's in your bag day 13 – this week
day 14 – what you wore today
day 15 – your dreams
day 16 – your first kiss
day 17 – your favorite memory
day 18 – your favorite birthday day 19 – something you regret day 20 – this month day 21 – another moment day 22 – something that upsets you
day 23 – something that makes you feel better
day 24 – something that makes you cry
day 25 – a first
day 26 – your fears
day 27 – your favorite place
Day 28 - Something That you miss
day 29 - your Aspirations
day 30 - one last moment

Since I'm cool, I leave and decide to start tomorrow raised. Now I'm going to keep asking San Google on Sedlec Ossuary, the curious names of Newfoundland and Labrador and nonsense like that.

That you do not drop the sky over their heads!