Thursday, February 17, 2011

Brazilian Waxing Picure

Words ... suffocated

No. .. not today I can not write, and then what I write? how do you write? ... No
even today I go ... I mean really feel like writing, but ... this white paper destroys me ... and then ...
No. .. not today ... then I gotta go now be justified in singing and ... I also left the hamster on the pressure cooker ...
Well let's say it went well ... that's why my blog is still in the silence from the January 2 ... I can not write, I must say that I have been a long time and many words I want or maybe I would have liked say have been strangled in his throat ... do not go down and not come out, in other words are there, perhaps waiting for the swab from my dentist, or ... they are so comfortable to sleep and not wanting to wake up ... or maybe more. you .. are lost to the pharynx. Yes, it must be so, they must have lost his way ... I'll try to put the information in the future. Yet in 17 years of life I had never happened to lose the words! Never! Talk talk talk all the time and very often I say what I think. This is often because sometimes there are exceptions ... Maybe if I do not like the leek on the nose of a person I avoid telling him, but otherwise ... I say whatever comes into my head.
So all this verbiage was great to apologize for the absence from this blog is dusty, both from my favorite, most recently, unfortunately I have not followed! I promise I will make it:) A big kiss to all those who shall pass ... I'm still here missed you!

Saturday, January 8, 2011

United Nations Vehicle Auctions

Declare Independence!

deeply not to belong to this world.

probably some I have taken for a madman possessed, and they probably are.

Night everyone!

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Metal Core Scooter Wheels.au

Mr. S.

walking down that road alone.
not on the sidewalk, or along the right side of the road as we usually do: I was in the middle.
Step by step on the continuous white line, insurmountable. Rocked on as an invisible thread, gently balanced.

With arms wide, going neither too fast nor too slowly, in stages, neither too long nor too short.
appeared before me like a shadow, on other occasions he had come on that road.
I wanted to scream, I felt this was much feeling, and he knew it. He knew what was burning in the chest, he knew what tore my stomach with knives.

Mr. S. I looked as usual. He stretched out his hand toward mine. Strait was a note in his fist. I waited for him to open it to dissolve in the wind. As the smoke disappeared and fled with him want to scream.

"Words are the source of misunderstandings" (The Little Prince)

Mr. S. he took my words. He had stolen. Would no longer come back to me.

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Vehicle Auctions Fredricton

Rome

Yesterday I and my class went to Rome for a self-managed trip. Yes, self-managed so that our teachers have decided to abolish the tours ... and so is the 4th game in the holidays to visit the capital!
Alarm at 5.00 am and 6.00 am on holiday!
course were missing Potato, who was still in his warm bed to sleep, Milena, with tickets for half the class and Estherina too late.
Milena Esther and decide to climb and reach the next stop on the bus received a series of insults from the whole group.
The trip was anxiety. You could not sleep because the seats were quite uncomfortable, but at the same time we could not stay awake at all, also the ringing voice and sprightly Francesca inciting all to mass suicide.

go down to Castro Pretorio and already we are divided: I, Andrew and Beatrice go by taxi, while the others decide for Metro.
get to Via Veneto and take to the Pincio, descending towards Piazza del Popolo, and while waiting for the other, we go to visit Santa Maria del Popolo.
arrive after half an hour and already we begin with the arguments: Ilaria
Pincio wanted to go and see Rome from above, but we were already down and we had made a long walk we were against, so after a bit 'we decided to go all in Via del Corso.
At the sight of those stores, the group has spread and everyone started to go left and right like ping pong balls.

We enter the Basilica of Saint Ambrose and Carlo and then travel to the English Steps. Here
Bea, as usual, attacked the complaining because he wanted to go see the Hard Rock, so changing the route we came back to Via Veneto.

"Let's go back to the English Steps!" Ilaria ago that he had already lost patience.
"Okay then we must get off at Piazza Barberini and go up the street perpendicular"
"Noo! That is not the English Steps!" Cesk ago (Francesca).
"It is Cesk! Shut up!"
"Nooo, there is the obelisk is the Piazza del Popolo!"
"I tell you is Piazza di Spagna hours that or I'll shut up gags!"
And guess what '... I had reason was the English Steps! (This is a 'celebration of the car My navigation skills).
"We go to McDonalds!"
"No please Mc Donald nooo!"
"EDDAIIIIIIIIIIIIIII"
"Okay Cesk that just shut up!" The
Mc Donald was the largest building in which I live and there was a large crowd of people to be afraid!
"Bea I go to the bathroom take the sandwich for me!"
"Yes, quite"

The row came to the entrance to the bathroom! I put on silent waiting, rocking the urge to pee.
Mothers with children who went on to say: "Excuse me, but eh ... little ..". The row
stayed as it was, people went into the bathroom but did not go out. I was almost on his knees for a full bladder. It was agony, and men and out of the bathroom whistling while I was sweating and a drop in a row thinking "you assholes just because you have the controller do now to pee while I have to suffer these horrible pains!"

After the agony of liberatami pee I go to the bar row: Bea had forgotten my sandwich.

Inside it was impossible to sit, so we decide to go to Piazza di Spagna.
for coffee and then immediately to the Trevi Fountain.
feeling a little 'as in Fellini's Dolce Vita we admired the fountain in all its glory. After throwing a coin on:
"Give me a picture"
"Yes, flip the coin"
"No I forgot his desire"
"Then do it again!"
... and so on .. delapidando an asset of the desire, the fountain and the pictures we headed toward the Capitol.
We visited the Church of S. Maria in Aracoeli and immediately after the Capitol itself, we went to the Imperial Forum, and outside the prison Mamerino We had a wonderful photo: hands in a row by the numbers from 3 to 7 ... the votes taken in Latin version of that described, in fact, the prison Mamertina.
Then immediately the Altar of the Fatherland and the Colosseum.
At this point we were about to die and we started to sit in front of the Colosseum for about an hour:
new photos, dances, songs and, finally, another sound fight!
The group splits up for various reasons and possible, and while I, Andrea, Bea Miles and we walk back up to Castro Pretorio, other people are opting for the Metro who for the taxi.

say that here is the real fun begins. We have requested information to the end even by colossal fool. The laugh was so much that we could no longer walk.
We had dinner with a flat bread into a bar and we hit the road singing and making fun of each other.
We rejoined the others and they all made peace.
at 20.15 and the bus back we appeared before as an angelic guardian. We shared with many new memories filled with laughter, joy, and so much, but much ... sleep!