Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Different Types Of Spots Greeting

April Motherland





12.00 Normal

11/mayo

Dear Diary:
'm so happy! I met a wonderful man, named Manuel, Don Manuel, is older and very correct, I talk a lot about your country and I like to listen.

11/mayo

Dear Diary:
I forgot to tell you that Don Manuel is English.

15/May

Dear Diary:
Do not be angry, is that after working all day like a donkey in the hotel, I have no strength to write. I do a lot of company because I tell you what I get. In addition, Don Manuel comes to pick me up after work, invited me to dinner, have fun, tell me your pobladito-like ours- in the province of Murcia, back in the motherland as he calls Spain.
As I like to know the land of my friend!

17/mayo

Dear Diary:
I'm so happy, Don Manuel is so special, no, not me 'm falling, yes I loved him a little - I would have liked a parent and not a drunkard that only you know what I did- Galician, as they affectionately call, I never proposed anything ugly like most more tourists who do not want "it" and then, if you've seen I do not remember.

20/mayo

Dear Diary:
Today I am sad Don Manuel is leaving next week What will become of me?

23/mayo
Dear Diary:
I've Galician asked to take me to the motherland

26/mayo

Dear Diary:
Don Manuel leaves tomorrow, I swore he would take care of me, who has a friend who owes favors and runs a restaurant, after you resolve the issue of paper, sure give me a job, I trusted him, and I clear that trust. How if I had nothing else to do other than trust and hope.

14/julio

Dear Diary:
You will not believe! We go to Spain to the motherland! When I was loose the faith today, the postman handed me a large envelope and pretty in yellow and red, put Iberia, within a plane ticket to Spain in dear diary, plane'm the happiest woman in the world! I can help my brothers and mother, perhaps, eventually take them with me.

23/julio

Dear Diary:
We're flying. What nerve.

24/julio

Dear Diary:
reached home the lord of the restaurant, called Artemis. Don Manuel took me back to see what joy! brought me here from Alicante airport. In Madrid, I almost lose to change planes, but the people, very friendly, helped me. It is very hot.

25/julio

Dear Diary:
rested all day today, Mr. Artemio not let me do anything, cooked a rich fish, the Bilbao or something. I present to you Adriana, his girlfriend, I dunno, I did not like. Tomorrow I'm going to take to work. I can not wait.

19/agosto

Dear Diary:
I'm desperate, how could I be so stupid, how it occurred to me that there might be a better life for me. I do not know what to do. stayed with my passport, my diary. Adriana is very bad, when I refuse to please a customer hits me a lot with the whip he always carries. Mr. Artemio used when you want me and kill me if I refuse to blows. When I asked Don Manuel said, laughing, that is the best "scout" of the company.

23/agosto

Dear Diary:
I want to die.

17/septiembre

Dear Diary:
do not know if God exists, today asked him to take me with him . The girls, my friends, I speak of resignation.

10/octubre
whenever I can pray, I ask Dear God take care of mother and my brothers, please do not let them know of all this rot How dies while dead?

The inspector Ortega, cursing his work, finished reading the book faded under the swaying light of the patrol car, then put him into a plastic bag labeled test number three.




Sunday, January 23, 2011

Elearners Scam Or Real

MORAL ...


days I have noticed that your theme Talk of the moment is Kalimba. Today there has been no place where people do not enter do not talk about the children involved, the judicial process and stop you from contar.De made out of the system is inevitable if the Mexican singer and composer, who in the present this accused of rape to a minor. Even to witness the twists and turns that have taken this case undoubtedly is like being stuck in a horror movie. Living the uncertainty of the account of the facts and know what ends up happening in the development of this story is so tiring. Nobody wants to see as the life of a young man who during his career remained low-profile than charge a powerful role for a crime that is in investigacion.La magnitude of the problem which is put the interpreter is very good was grave.Como that from the earliest days, Kalimba could go to jail and up to life perpetua.Y worst part is that obviously we are hearing out both sides of the modena have our point, but at the end of the day are speculations subjetivas.Y although it is true that I think everything that happened that night of the alleged sexual encounter was the result of a lifestyle and we can not dismiss or forget the age of involucradas.Para me this was the fight between two friends had the same interest in an artist. Both shared with Kalimba and suddenly only one was given for thinking that dating series ¨ ¨ or something like that. And can I be a little irresponsible and disrespectful to say exactly what I think, but worse is that I save and be hypocritical. Now, hopefully, and this be a lesson for other celebrities. There is no need for a space heater one night end up harming their careers. It would be desirable that all those artists who think, but with his head down are more selective in time to see who give you the ability to be intimate with them. And while Kalimba not be neither the first nor the last, if it is true what is happening but surely the terrible bitter pill of their existence.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Notarised Versus Certified In South Africa

MUNDOOOO END!


Security
going to say I'm crazy with what I write today or soon old. But the story is that I can not believe that with the passing of the years and generations the values \u200b\u200bshould disappear. The life stages of natural things should not get ahead, because as that innocence and magic enfuman soon. Obviously I mean a group of teenagers to have economic independence they think they can skip stages or worse make public attitudes not go hand in hand and the image they project and less than the ages they have. And look, it is true that all hormones have been riots and wanted to do adult things, but I do not come and tell me it's okay for a child of 16, 17 and / or 18 should go to rent houses and leave " honeymoon "to live the love and the little I guess that's normal and should be followed. So there are stages, there for all ages. And I mean exactly by the news circulating about the spectacular Selena Gomez and the no less spectacular and famous Justine Bieber, who apparently after being discovered in a romance have any kind of shows that leave little to the imagination of fans of each. As latest is that apparently rented a heavenly place to enjoy your illusion, fantasy or romance. And I wonder where his parents live pair? Some guys are just starting to learn about life and you walk in your account just because they have money? I'm sure many mothers I know do not let their children walk or 17 years until dawn in the streets and worse days to stay out for a family trip with the couple?

words, the point here is that the pitch past the pictures where they were spotted hand and tongue get everywhere, and you rent this house for a few days in St. Lucia is as strong. Do not you think?? The worst thing is that as we historias anteriores de otras estrellas infantiles a las cuales no les han ido nada bien, la verdad da pena que se repitan los patrones de conducta y se rompa con el cuento de princesas que muchos niños tienen en sus cabecitas con respecto a éstos niños famosos.Lindsay Lohan,Britney Spears, entre otras ya han adelantado suficiente sus etapas y mira queee de cosassss no han vividooo!!! Verdad???? Pues ni modo sólo pase para compartir con ustedes un pensamiento. Muaaa!!

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Greco Roman Wrestling In Nyc Locations








There
once, in a small country, a girl who could not be happier. April had the love of his mother. Serena lived for his young daughter. He worked as a waitress in a bar in the mornings and afternoons as a dry cleaning ironing quickly. Legs felt heavy at the end of the day. When you get home and meet his daughter's face always a smile brimming. Gone were the twelve hours of almost continuous work eating a sandwich on the bus while going from one job to another. Mother and daughter
dined together, there were things relating to school and work. Rarely laughed. Long ago they agreed, without knowing it, not to mention the death of Serena's husband, father of April. Mauricio paid
account of the dinner, he rose from the table and politely, to go out, greeted the rest of parishioners who remained in the restaurant. Before boarding his Ford Fairlane, silver-gray checked his watch. He thought it would come in less than an hour a motel for the night and would phone his wife and daughter, seen in the dashboard of the car, the diminutive photographs of his two loves on the usual lineup of "Papa Do not run, I hope ‖. He smiled. Turned on the radio. April
lived in a permanent sadness, did not understand the absence of his father. How can assume its nine years? His glum brought him problems at school. Its traveling companions, not share the point of games with it. Back-To
Princess ‖ were the last words he heard from his father. Mauricio never returned. He felt guilty, on the morning of the accident was asked to take her to school, causing it to be delayed at the start of your route.
"News Release. ‖ Events
A man died last night after being run over the car he was traveling by a train at a level crossing on the way Del Mar. The Provincial Fire Consortium has received notice at 20:55 pm and has mobilized 18 soldiers four vehicles in the parks of Medina, Sauces and Central. The car was dragged several hundred yards until the train has stopped. Firefighters had to extract the victim's body inside the tangle of twisted metal in which the vehicle was. The accident occurred at the level crossing Y577A, located about six miles from Medina towards Sauces. Police are investigating the reasons why the barriers were low.
At press time he was testifying before the judge investigating Mr. causes the gatekeeper. Mr. Carlos Gutierrez.
- Hello my love! give him a big hug and a kiss to his mother, "Serena said, kneeling down to be level with your daughter.
- Have you been crying, Mom?
-
Yes - What happened?
- I left a job at the bar.
- Why?
- You know the princess, the head continues to insist that we will live with it. That is love. I agree that if left to his wife and a load of nonsense more. Constantly pushing me, do not let me work in peace, I get very nervous, but today I could not resist, I said goodbye. I do not know how we're going to fix.
- Do not worry Mom, Dad is going to help, "said April as she stroked the head of his mother staring at the sky. - Look what I have, he said pointing to two small pieces of colored paper which rested on the table.
- What is it? April.
"Today at school we were given tickets to the circus.
The following Friday, mother and daughter were sitting in a box in front row of the "Great Circus
Star ‖. April
held her breath to see evidence of the dangerous tightrope walkers, was thrilled with trained elephants are scared of lions and wild bears, the breath held out during the flight of human cannonball, enjoyed the jugglers. But above all, be recreated with the performance of Achoo-happy clown. ‖ All the lights went out, only a reflector focusing the output of artists. The repeated rattle of drums put stress on the environment, surprisingly, on the other hand, appeared Achish turning into a bubble of iridescent color. With a furious pace bubbles followed one after another, like a string of bubbles.
The clown drawing a circle with something like a wand and simultaneously establishing a new bubble of a new color and a twist, keeping within the same Achoo. Cancelling
, mother and daughter went to eat pizza, a dinner in silence, in the heart of both the memory of last year watching the circus with Mauricio sitting between the two.
In the turret blew hard on the caller, the clock said 18:00. Carlos Gutierrez, in charge of the barrier level crossing semiautomatic Y577A in a little branch railway journey South, asked who is from the upper window and brought up his three friends. The evening was calm, low wind does not move or a blade and visibility perfect. No waiting for the passage of any train until the 20:52 express. They played pocker, a game and another and another. Drank coffee. Someone took out of his coat a flask of whiskey that he loved coffee, another man also put his suitcase on the table, a pair of hands after the third did the same.
When coffee was over only drank whiskey.
at 20:52 pm sharp, the birds flew away frightened by the collision. April
In the night he woke up confused, he dreamed that a bubble of iridescent color oily texture and bounced at the foot of his bed. He had only a turn of his hand to the shape of the bubble inside to vanish leaving the figure jumping to the foot of the bed of the girl, who opened his eyes wide.
- Do you recognize me?
- Achoo?
- Salud!
- not funny.
- I know.
- What are you doing here?
- Shhhhhh-clown crossed his lips with his index finger, looking overly-come everywhere to meet a mission, he said, taking a look under the bed.
- A mission?
- Dear child, the clown existed since time immemorial ...
- What does immemorial? "Broke in April.
- ... is something like ... like ... almost always. An ancestor of my ancestors, and acted in a Pharaoh's court a little over 2500 years, other relatives acted in the Court of China. Throughout history most cultures have had clowns. When Cortez conquered land of the Aztecs, the Court found that Montezuma had buffoons like Europeans. These clowns had a important social and religious role in the life of the tribe and in some cases were considered able to cure certain diseases, especially of the soul, when it hurts inside, in the chest. And you, princess, you have these symptoms. During this function all the time later regretted the absence of a person.
- Lees thought?
- No, April, part of magic is also interpreting the girls look sad, "said Achoo, while he made a gesture of apology. Cone another swift turn of his hand drew a bubble trapping the child inside.
- Achoo How do you do?
"I've already explained, is an ancient magic, in this case helped me with a piece of the rainbow.
- Achoo I can do? Please! Please!
"Okay, we can try.
- Biennnnnnn!
"Here, Princess, take this.
"But if it's just a piece of chalk," said April, incredulous
-Ay - sighed the Clown "In the world of magic, dear friend, saved forms otherwise apparent. The essence that can only be seen by a select few. You have in your hands a piece of primordial rainbow, with whom he can get bubbles or whatever your heart desires. Just enough that you're convinced.
- Achoo How?, How? Guide
-hand with the heart, combines the desire in mind and this is very important: it shows the color.
was Sunday. April woke up late, thinking about the dream he had with the happy clown. While dressing found on his bedside table a piece of rainbow-shaped chalk, smiled, after a long time his soul was lit. He put the chalk in a box along with photos of his father, with her and her mother, also with his car and various press cuttings relating to the accident.
The girl was walking to her school with the chest held between his hands, entered through a skylight that led to the basement. Once deposited in its class on the table the hood of the breast, carefully wiped the slate up to leave as a whistle. So she spread the photos of his father, car and all the clippings on the desktop. His heart beat fast. When he was surely took the piece of the rainbow and started drawing. First a country road after the railroad tracks. Turret continued with keeper on the door of the same plate with the number Y577A. Photographs were helped to delineate the Ford Fairlane his father for color, consummated a real mental effort to see the silver gray stored in its memory.
The gated clock set at 20:41 hours. Completed the picture by drawing a train on the horizon. In front of the car, a closed barrier.

Jorge V.

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Real Glory Holes In Orange County

IS WORSE BE FUNNY OR FALL IN GRACE? Who'll


Saben que nunca me he presentado ante ustedes como santa y jamás lo haré, pero en efecto hay cosas que no estan bien y punto.Hay cosas que son blancas o black. There are actions that make you look to the world as a fake, liar and hypocrite that can be modified without the overnight. And although this is not to attack if it is clear that belonging to the working world I can not belong to certain public figures who today continue with the story of "choosing" who want to talk to and who not. I think a lack of respect, among other things.I obviously the world is free and everyone does what he pleases. Only certain people to see the environment they feel important when selecting a finger who deserves to have sitting in your chair makes me laugh. Others feel even worth it to ask for respect and not be judged, on the other witness is being discriminated against everything da. Even this sort of thing leads me to think that something has to hide. And although I would point out to anyone because it's worth, I invite you to see the latest "personalities" who have walked through various TV and radio programs, who have not gone and wonder WHY? Do not think that this is the chick phrase "envy", but all sides equally. I find it so ridiculous and unethical not to have the pants to sit anywhere and talk of its truth or history. They say there that: he who does not should not fear. "Here, too, might say," Who will be the bag you put it. "Undoubtedly, horrible to live a life of falsehood and a judge is not.

Sunday, January 2, 2011

Hidden Blade Design Ideas

a green corduroy jacket

Hi, I have chosen this story as the first entry of the year because ... well, you will see why ...

green corduroy jacket

"I'm going to make rubber, Daddy"
I came to feel alive, young and vital, to produce testosterone at the promise of accidental
interlocutor. After hanging up the receiver, Smiling, I finished the tea How many years did not linking the phone? "Fifteen, twenty maybe? No matter.
I left the record straight, I'm married, I'm fine with my partner even scarcer
sex.
regretted many times that she did not inherit her mother's genes, sixties, and still
widow partygoers.
We look for the night, the lost crown Cafe, my wife was on a business trip. To recognize, I would wear a green corduroy jacket. She, a chiffon blouse in shades of honey.
I'm cautious, orderly, went to the locker room to prepare
time clothing. Giro
the key and see how fragmented Shit! "I have to spend all
? "Right now it comes to break the damn
key? Think, Raúl, he thinks. You have to open the closet
Damn! the wardrobe that belonged to the grandmother of my
wife, who boasts that was made by a cabinetmaker
of the Royal House of Spain.
try to insert a knitting needle
stem hollow, do not get it, the paddle is rotated.
I have another idea, with a thin screwdriver and very carefully withdraw the
brass screws holding the gold trim,
trying not to damage the delicate thin layer of varnish.
Now I have a larger hole to work. Try
clip surgery, some pliers, wire
dental, cheese knife, fork bending. Nothing
no way to remove the broken key.
need green jacket. Imitate a locksmith one day I drove forty euros per cent
open the door in two minutes, to make matters worse
, using my own credit card.
only managed to break the card and start Mosque.
Of course I not happened before!
The plan is very simple, it is to remove the furniture
forward to remove the back and take the jacket.
did not count the weight of the loaded cabinet up
stops Ha! Under the car to catch the cat. I put between
one of the hind legs (protected with a cloth) and
marble baseboards, turn the crank slowly, little by little
furniture is slipping. Suddenly a noise
- "crash" - a broken tibia and fibula, I think, no, worse, much worse
, broken leg wardrobe
rococo style of Louis XV of noble walnut. My wife kills me.
Controlo time, even I have time, I flew to the hardware store to buy white-tailed
carpenter, do a workaround with the historical
furniture leg and pray to the god of the atheists that my wife does not find
. In the shower I look
solutions and it comes at a great burst of inspiration
. On the way to the quoted passage through the French Court
and buy a green corduroy jacket Good!
How could it be otherwise, parking
store was full, I got a hole in the fourth
ground at the expense of leaving the mirror right
a concrete column. Time, tyrant, began to put pressure
. Smothering, entered the plant
men taking me everything before us, as an elephant in china shop,
I own four minutes, locate a dealer, you babbling
request a green corduroy jacket, I
answers are not that sorry.
"Listen, there, in that model has a more or less is my size
" I say. Exposure
"It is not for sale," says the
seller.
"Please, it's an emergency. Véndamela insist.
"Sorry, I can not, it is hard to get. "Stop
feel therefore I pay double-offer.
"No," replied the pickled bud.
"The triple, turn a blind eye," I ask.
"It's time to close, come tomorrow and see what I can do
.
As all my life I thought that tomorrow is never,
dialectic so tired of useless and perhaps
such obedience to the established order, I jumped,
took the doll by the arm, with such bad luck that it
base hit counter glass breaking.
vinegar would not stop yelling for help. In
mad rush I get rid of the dummy, two security guards
me close the way to the bottom of the ladder
mechanics, before arriving at mid-stretch, jump in peliculera
action. To move the boxes, heading for the exit of
emergency, the jacket starts to beep, I take off with the clippers sneak
that I carry on your keychain, reached the parking
in my car and it started I feel safe at last
with my green corduroy jacket due to the appointment. It was when I noticed that I have
Output tab. Fuck, I tell myself while I press
hands on the wheel, I close my eyes and accelerated
... the barrier is history. Too bad, I can not tell anyone
.
I groomed a bit in the bathroom of a burger. With step
testudinea Coffee entered the lost crown. -Raul
What are you doing here? "And that
green corduroy jacket ...?
"My mother, who wears a chiffon blouse in
honey tones.

Jorge V,