Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Heavy Menstruation With Clear Liquid




From another dimension


continue updating it or not, this will be my official blog. But as I said, I wanted to make a new space to continue writing about things in general (apart from Rastinnac and reviews ... and "Papa Smurf" jiji) and not having to do directly with me . So here I leave my last address blogueril freak, ha ha ha mu

Thursday, November 6, 2008

What Episode Does Bulma Meet Vegeta




Dear Diary ... Suck!


Sleepless (the post "for himself" September does not count), Nashira, Gosaki, Rubberduck, EA ... left (you survive?) the blogosphere. Others have a post last year where they say something like "I will try to post more often." So, little by little the "glue" is over. Enthusiasts tend to have a hobby or interest that keep moving the feeds, such as Jiff and film blogs, comics, Japanese and stuff geeks, apart from the other blogs in which works (really leaves me terrified.) We have to Paola, a charismatic visitor with their text messages as host does not let party guests get bored or isolated. Compadres of Studiolo are like mariachis go posting it because when your racket arm but after two or three post, then disappear hahaha! As for me ... I've had several attempts to say that I go and do not return, but as these visits to be fired and fired and have to put on the broom behind the door Pa'que they leave, there still, but ...

... I'm tired. Not specifically in the blogosphere or post it to display so much of my life in this space. The same thing happened to my friend Reiki, anonymity because he spent too much and had told the last time we went with that no longer wanted to post because the only issue was herself (well, sort of.) While I'm glad to not be a cocky smug you want to greet their "fans" with its flashes of gray matter, the truth is ... ehmm ... I'm tired of writing so much poop. What are you going to do, when I started blogging was on a philosopher of weight and thought that my thoughts had led me to be a prophet of alternative Yuck! and then I started clowning ... This does not bother me at all, but there are days, like today, I can not stop thinking about shit, what am loser! So to spend a lot of post hijueputesca pleasantly try to describe how pathetic my life is beginning to be an uncomfortable reminder. I also worry about many things I've said about other people or things. Sometimes I say things that can be interpreted in a way too negative and then in real life would I look like a hypocrite, resentful, ungrateful, etc.. More if it is the case of being misunderstood.

However, as I have noticed my fellow bloggers with whom I have chatted or exchanged e-mails, I have gradually become more absentee. Is not isolated (... hahaha!), I mean, is not something particular. In my last stay in the dark and quiet Chungamunga mountains I felt that I isolate myself from everything. My family asks me "what?" Here, too, invite me out somewhere and I say "no thanks" or if not talk to me
and tired of hearing me just say "ah, sodesuka" or just "ahhhh" I am too lazy to listen. Maybe I've developed one of the "neurosis of complacency in solitude, juas, what a title! Well, I mean something I read once that said that certain neurotics feel a sort of pride in being alone ... thing is I do not think my case and I hope not. Maybe my grandfather was right with one of his indirectazos: I am a self-conscious.

Next year marks 30 years old. If I have luck, at least I can continue living as I have been doing these last 4 years of exile, if not, I dread to think ... but if yes, then I think that apart from my natural degenerative process (not become a degenerate, stupid!), do not think anything will change, so I anticipate the end of my insipid story, if possible now. It seems funny to leave this space as a sort of time capsule ... maybe the video Lou's real age while still young to Dorian Gray ... Uay how scary: Yes! Yes, writing is what I do, can you give me for make another blog, but it only becomes a kind of virtual book will not have toys or anything, definitely will not talk about.

Well, with this long speech, fellow ... ehr ... fellow bloggers and visitors in general, this server is dismissed. No, no! well let us say: "Goodbye all friends of the blog, from Lou Hidechan Goubreé and ... and ... and Lou Hikiman Bricco: P" Seriously, thank you all for coming to visit and comment and to be cool, huh?

FIRIRIFIN FIN FIN FIN)

Saturday, November 1, 2008

Milena Velba Mallorca



Meme of the 14 happiness


Under direct application Studiolo Blogstar Noel has given me this meme that's sure to know that this is so Chungamunga guardian spirits, grant me your poderrrr!


14 Things that make me happy

- Copy of the rules.
- Select 6 blogs to continue with the meme.
- Notify the selected blogs.


1. Write. Attempting to create realities verbal producing sensations in our minds. The words make me feel special, with some power, and only one kind of amateur.

2. Women. could not survive without seeing an even on TV or in a photo magazine. Meet some beautiful women out there on the street or where I buy me pretty happy. When are these miraculous moments when a flirtation with an attractive woman, ah .... that's the most glorious that!

3. Sex ... back in half an hour ...

.... ahhhh ... 4. Laugh. Laughter is unstoppable, forcing you to rejoice under its influence. When there is tension or sadness, a sally lightens things. I worm comedies, jokes and antics in general. As a child I heard a lot say that about "why laugh? seems daft fool But I think people unable to laugh, not because of anything the Chinese say: "the wise man laughs."

5. Music. When I feel terrible, in the midst of despair, the music brings me back. It looks like magic. I bet we all have a couple of songs analgesic for "those" (sounded like menstruation: S)

6. Tranquility. Like when you yourself and the people around you seems to be in good way . These days when everything goes just like that, without the monotony, but nothing that breaks the relative harmony.

7. Consume. craving something and to buy. It can be a simple glass of ice pack no more. Of course, if you can, then go to a bookstore, games or electronic record or yum, buy, buy, buy ... when you can and if you can, right?

8. Free time. On Sunday, holiday, holiday ... have even a couple of hours to scratch my belly. This item is derived "wandering" sweet doing nothing, but bueh, the truth is that wandering is my lifestyle and work only for that purpose.

9. Series, entertaining films. There is nothing like that, right?

10. Know / Learn. In this world there are many things you can cover with the mind, from an image to a working knowledge of something. Although many of them are hidden in the unconscious, becoming forgotten treasures, is something wonderfully amazing that the brain can be replicated and manipulated within it the reality that surrounds your "self."

11. Laziness. paint, play games, vegetate on the couch or in bed, listening to little music, get into the o'huro (Japanese tub), walk around, Webon browser to retrieve or calling and all those things that seem unproductive to a massacre time.

12. "The friendly spirit." A cheerful greeting, a brief chat lively a positive message and stuff. Not that I really enjoyed the social life ... not enjoy it ... but if we fall, let us be relatives, acquaintances or friends, because as enduring.

13. The amazing thing. Think androids, aliens, parallel dimensions, the power of the mind, nanobots, inventions, discoveries, the world of the unknown, etc..

14. Ujala, finally the last! hmmm ... welfare. Be Sanit, quiet, no debt, no hidden or overt enemies, rather, a quiet and pleasant status quo. Fuck that of 10 onwards I have been improvising. guys.

Well, now, gay piss, say, will memeados the following, then after the colon and space apart, there he goes, júchale:

1. Paola, Queen of the memes.
2. Claudia, my friend from Sonora.
3. Jess, because I know the topic you are interested.
4. Nati , bueh, she provided throughout the methodology.
5. Kotoko , hahaha, his last post was a meme mine. (Well, if you want, you're in my default memear xD)
6. ... Ah, I know, to Celly (and incidentally confirm if you have been reading my blog, lately we have not been in touch).

Note: the list in order of probability that do the meme, if the other attributes or aspects o. .. ehm ... no, better let the saints still, hehe.

Monday, October 27, 2008

Princess Friends And Family Discount



Namakeman - 怠け マン - Grand Final


Just escaped from an alternate dimension, the dark side, the malign personification of good Lou, had appeared behind the curtain which a cockroach. SSHE is latching on nobody else, and less than ... LOU Bricco Aguassss!

Appearing
mutual contempt, the arch came face to face,
showing his most intimidating pose.
(That's not an assembly, CRAP!)
After
say ugly things, flooding the atmosphere of cruel words full of hate and sarcasm that would make even a cocodriloooo mourn ... began a powerful fight. His movements were so fast that the camera could not register, however, are achieved to notice some flashes of "ki" and if you look arribita, notice that the fight was also air.

Inspired by the tender love that makes you the short skirts of schoolgirls, NAMAKEMAN did all a waste of testosterone and he gave the final tramacazo its violent evil character, which was separated with a technique he learned from his friend Piccolo Daimaku .


NAMAKEMAN realized it was better not to suppress their dark side, because this could re ... "Much darker? ... Nono, wait ... bueh, could become more empecuecado, fucking, bastard, so I let out, wounded as he was. And so, determined the emergency, our champion decided to take a deserved rest.



----

What an exciting episode! Right, friends? Well, we terminate this Halloween season in the Garden dreary. Have fun this 31, not both fed sweet hijuepuercas y. .. bueh, pretty girls, you know I have them here ... their candies MU HA HA HA HA

2010.Ene.02. Our hero has had to be renamed because its old nickname was already taken by a transsexual porn star (true story: S) Remember, now is Namakeman - 怠け マン !

Saturday, October 18, 2008

How To Greet On Phone



Namakeman -怠け マン - Episode 2


(Music on!)

wet dream girls: Namakeman - 怠け マン!


sexual fantasy of the twenties: NAMAKEMAAAAANNN!


erotic obsession ... d'oh!


the piece of meat from the Forties: NAMAKEMAAAAAANN!

(Music off)

is a porn star! Not, is a gigolo ! Nooo, it is .... Namakeman - 怠け マン!
Oh, yeah, güepajé, hurray, yeiii, viva, bravo!

Amiguitos, do not miss the exciting episode that will follow after this, when the plot begins to unravel, mu ha ha ha ha! Chay.


2010.Ene.02. Our hero has had to be renamed because its old nickname was already taken by a transsexual porn star (true story: S) Remember, Namakeman now - 怠け マン !

Sunday, October 12, 2008

Ridgeway Tent Moab Model 89034



Namakeman - 怠け マン - Episode 1


was a quiet autumn afternoon in Virtual Guanajuato. As usual, the quiet Lou Goubreé interesanteeesemas was engaged in reading ...


Suddenly, OH, AGUASSSS! Oooralee, the satellite had detected hiki-troble!


This is a job for Namakeman


Chungamunga guardian spirits, grant me your poderrrr!


Amiguitos, do not miss the NAMAKEMAN fantastibulosa supertransformación of which die of envy to Sailor Moon. Chay!


2010.Ene.02. Our hero has had to be renamed because its old nickname was already taken by a transsexual porn star (true story: S) Remember, now is Namakeman - 怠け マン !

Thursday, October 9, 2008

How To Turn Into A Wolf In Twilight Princess




Namakeman - 怠けマン


A new hero has come to Guanajuato Virtual ....





READY!


2010.Ene.02. Our hero has had to be renamed because its old nickname was already taken by a transsexual porn star (true story: S) Remember, now is Namakeman - 怠け マン !

Monday, October 6, 2008

Free Vidoes Of Monica Roccaforte



all happened in October October


I've always liked. It is dark and happy one month at a time. November, which always passes through the shadow of December, makes me think of the song "November Rain" and I see dark, gloomy, sinister ... Ah, how I love November! But hey, we're talking about the case in October and this month, everything goes with Halloween and things you wanted to be in horror, Halloween and all, but nah, hell, there is no spirit of Halloween! In Colombia, they changed the name to 31 "Halloween" to "Children's Day," which is no less ironic since the first as we think "uay, monsters, haha, sweet , dizfraces! " and there is the dark and fun of the occasion, but with the second, and that things are going " uay, the child thieves, child molesters! " and that we return to the same crap dangerous world in which we live. Now if I talk about these stupid rhymes of Halloween ... oh, well.

October 4 fulfilled my fourth year of exile ("self-exile" as Yoji). posti not anything that day because as the comments of the previous post, I had been amused. And it is better to laugh, which did not inspire me this time full of bad memories and encouragement I get there half a menstrual period an awkward and uncomfortable ... well, as you hear the women speak there ... better keep quiet, because this issue has a certain effect verbose in women. Bueh, bueh, I'm not saying they have reached the archipelago has been bad for me. Indeed, in charge of my own life here has given me some independence and freedom, apart from experience. What I continually bitter, sometimes very, very fucking, are the circumstances in which I was, where and in which I'm still here. However, creatures from beyond reading this, I've been trying to resolve the matter in my head ...

In my years prior, all I know is that I do not ever get back to Colombia, in part because it's fucked up, in part because half of my family I feel suffocated, as if all those years my spirit had been a tree trying to grow in a safe. And sehh, SEHHH, it would be unfair to blame as I often feel dissatisfied with myself, when all is said and done, it also assumes I'm some kind of "borderline." Turning to my arrival in Osaka, pucha! the first two months were hell, that time left marks filthy as black pus-filled yagas sprouting from my testicles emotional ... guahhh .... And again today, I would like a quiet life, working and going back to my rented home to do my thing, but as in Colombia, it seems that there will always be something that hinders me, any outside interference that upsets me. The only placebo I can find is the writing ... and straw.

On October 25 four years ago, I started working where I am now. Even as today, there is always something that makes me "put Hulk", actually I have to say that in this company have helped me personally. I guess the clash of cultures is inevitable, although a bad cabronera present in virtually all human work environment. Moreover, I have already seen three or four old men who work up at any moment appear as mummies and then no more are seen. When that happens with the elders with whom I work, what will happen? And what scares me most: I will, too? Is it my destiny to bring that same work life to rot? Which brings me to the next item: alone? The

interact in cyberspace, mentally repeating what I read from others, especially "the friends of the blog, I have largely echo forget how lonely I am. Moreover, I have come to the conclusion that not take much to people, it's like a psychic burden irradiated exhausted me. Might even say I can not stand a conversation. And the bride? nah nah nah, Lou will never matched. Sex, you can rent a mouth or a vagina, a chance encounter unexpected (these things happen ... in theory), but that's only half the story from which I can I order alone. The game looks, talk to a girl while you contemplate something fun and you also feel attracted to you, walking and spending time together, exchanging corny, etc .... this part would do everything quite enchanting, but here's where we rang or Creep Dog and buahhh, leave me alone, damn it! hehe.

guess this would be the time to ask, what now? and all I can say is that I'm writing right now and that's what makes me feel this fucking mess of life is somewhat consistent. Bueh, I hope you are bored in the first paragraph and have gone to do not know, look at facebook, youtube or something, and this diarrhea of \u200b\u200bintimacy with which I have ticketed go unnoticed: P

Thursday, October 2, 2008

Adhesive Back Instant Print Camera




Meme the race


6:20 PM, I have to do this fast pa ' going to play my Halo. This is the meme I like the 6 and 6 do not like by Paola consisting ... bueh, I will assume or deduce or understand. Here goes:

6 things I like:

1 - Women (item to be subdivided into 6 and perhaps more related things, but bueh)
2 - Write
3 - Internet
4 - Playing video games
5 - tasty meals
6 - tasty drinks

6 Things I dislike:

1 - DAWN
2 - Make the toilet
3 - Sick
4 - Hostility
5 - Cooking
6 - Talking on the phone

The meme must be transmitted sexually or can not, just like that, so as you can not, tell him about it literally a. .. no lies, it was a joke of sexually eh? no more come and say they want to I have chosen ... and post what happened to girls because this meme is as "girly" right? Ay, 6 and a half! grgrgr well, well, what happened to:

1 - Megumi-Haruhi-laughter-cha .... chuchuchú
2 - Jess
3 - Kotoko (xD)
4 - ehh ... well, they are good for two JAJAJAJAJA

Chay: P

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

10 Inch Reflector Images




Studiolo - Goubreé Productions presents ...



Hello, hello! I told my girlfriend Rubberduck was going to shoot record a video so festive on Tuesday I went to the area Nipponbashi filming and taking photos. For reasons of urgent physiological needs (chale, I should have gone when I left the cafeteria), I got away a bit of filming site to find a store and then I got lazy after coming back. Bueh, less chatter, and start the function uh, Yea, güepajeee!

Note: my youtubes takes eons to load so pause delen post and wait for the red bar is full, and if you have patience and do not see it ... GRGRGRGR the hatred from the depths of my tender heart! : P



After the video, I got to take pictures. These are the ones I liked, the rest is in my flickr :


Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Inflamed Cervix Causes




On why the school sucks


Last night I lay awake a little and then I gave the Pensieve, if I'm half sick, I get to criticize relatives, friends, cyberfriends, alteregos, TV programs ... but this time he touched the school, "school" called. I'm not pedóf ... ehr, teacher and do not know if all schools (including those of other countries other than Colombia) identify ... ehmm ... I mean to say that "education system" and now. I know many have graduated, did (or do) college and on with their lives, but I'm sure many like me are not completely satisfied with what that such "education system" did and did not with us, so as far as I'm concerned, here's my disclaimer:

1. Limits the individual.

Who said school was to train guys! No sir, so students must be uniform. The soldiers, policemen, cleaners, nurses, etc. are usable mass at which the general use. Perhaps, even to Students are expected to be docile future employees, adapting to life to be part of a business organization. However, this stupid idea still prevails that the length of hair is a distinctive sexual. The number of students is large, then the most important thing is to control each room with its forty ragamuffins and where possible require them to behave in the same way.

2. Is not practical. You do

jijuemil tracing maps, learning you names of capitals of countries from which you never know unless you go on the news because there was a rough crime. They show "marvelous geographical locations that will surely not visit ever. And both young and old are still being lost in the city, it is up assault by a taxi driver left to find a fucking direction. You make this experiment in "Isodine put a rice" and the end remember it was for something related to iodine, but yes, you graduate and do not know make a fucking rice! In Colombia, with the famous high school board (diploma), which incidentally, is said to be bought, do you go to college or a minimum wage job, but in the end, it prepares you for life, and yes, life is difficult, but at least you know cooking, accounting, driving a car, some first aid and so, surely we would be more prepared.

3. No phone. It

year after year, forcing you to shut up, you do homework and let you teach with the philosophy or policies of the institution, under the regulations of the Ministry of Education (or any talk like that), then , when you finally get used to being told to do, or conversely, you have become the "rebel without a cause", you come with that "vocational education." So the disappointed adults complain of their offspring, "is that he knows what he wants," "what's going to do in this life?" Pity many great athletes, scientists, artists ... they never actually do so because their interests were removed from small and now may be ... what do I know, cleaning a bathroom or prostituting o. .. bueh, bueh, that's an exaggeration, but ... sounds more alarmist and dramatic as well, right? hehe.

4. Idiot.

To foster a love of reading, the student is required to read a book, which will be consolidated and later do a "literary analysis." WOW, the fun never ends! Find all jijuepuercas names that appear in the book, describing them, get the main idea and secondary each chapter, identify the time, mamonerías number, author's biography, and then transcribe all that crap machine ... ehr, computer. The subliminal message is: "reading is work." Thus, now says he likes reading is watched / envied as a kind of masochistic nerd, and the worst is that many devouring books believe y. .. uah, I gave Mamer.

Somehow, the student is trained to do things the way that requires less time to use neurons, just to get by. Today, the Internet and copy and paste, we know that is absurdly simple. Curiosity is slowly wiped out from primary school, with those books that suckers you are given to teachers, SIP, memorize. Most students used books have a common feature: 60 to 70% is obscured and the rest of site is brand new, even smells new, it was a coloring book or out of alphabet soup ... Why do the texts of several consecutive grades tend to have much of the same information? Sehh, review, LIKE NOOOO! Do not think that is because what is taught in schools junk information that the brain is temporarily stored to meet the tests and then dump it is as if the minds of students outside a wall that fell was painting a few days and play repaint and repaint every time.

information, there is a lot, but is contained in our books and hard drives. What we need is to know how to seek, discern, find patterns and relationships between things, using the brain as an active tool, not as a fucking box of books. Not only the problem of trying to memorize, is that what they teach has no effective use in practical life or the academic. There are two well-known clichés about the practical life, "the English taught at school is just learning the pronouns and verb to Be" and the "why would I use a square root in this life. " Of course, a future chemical or physical I would rather a few equations or formulas, but for sure, you need to know to get what you get college load is pre-university and a teacher hired.


5. Costly and inefficient.

Ok, we must put children and boys to do something. Go all the tedious day at school to do the same hell, to repeat the same things to say or do that well. The sixth does not remember what you learned in third grade but passed, so it's okay. Parents pay for expensive books chosen by the schools (I guess not without some sharing of commissions with publishers) which, as we assumed, the sub-use and repeated year after year much of its contents. Uniforms are paid ... We do not say it is cheaper to go with "civilian clothes." When a student passes a grade, the student is satisfied but not learning, parents are satisfied because they fulfilled their social duty, teachers are earning their pay as nannies and the property owners remain in business. The student who ended up as a loser, because they fuck for vague, crude, not to keep our feet on the head, misfit, being ill pry (not having recommendations) ... etc.




---- Good to be a different system. One in which all people have access to reading, children were grouped and educated according to their skills, trained in basic life skills, teach them the pleasure of thinking and knowing, to create individuals ... Aj, that annoying! Anyway, I just hope not to have to raise children (unless someone like the mom who goes through my block) so you can grow old on the sidelines, not that I care a damn what happens to future generations.

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Kates Playground Breast Silicon




Hulk Goubreé


warning you, not me when I'm angry guarrhrhr guahrhr! Bueh, although in practice I guess I'm still me ... not more than EMPUTADO well. Finally, the fact is that today I was struck by my fits of temper. Passed on Monday by being in sapodolfo I began to help unload one of those truck to the race and returned to my chores. Well, this is usually one of the reasons for the nagging (nag-speech) I get from the kennels (geezers). Said and done, they immediately started one, then I said, "then the fit", but nooo, the Adrian Monk that goes with that "after I serve." Pum! I began to alter the iris, the body shakes me, I'm putting green and GUARHHH! I just, I went out like a madman and accommodates those packages to punta'e leg.

Sehh, I tend to do that type tantrums. In Colombia I was hitting the walls, and even made me cut up as a child ( had talked about it ). Anyway, today was that I got kicked in the face the issue ... bueh, unless you have jumped me yesterday because it took me a pint of CC Lemon just after lunch and before long I had to go to the bathroom to do the trick (ie, the three things that are. .. bueh, I understand ... lol ... hehehe .... JAAAAAJAJAJAJAJAJA ....)... and after that I was all bruised. Tantrums "spontaneous

a borderline? What do I know? I have tried to isolate me, avoid me in laziness, be formal and routine as possible to find the status of "nonchalance chungamungánica", in other words, I tried to alienate, not knowing how much this really stinks and all the memories that fill me with anger. I know that in writing I find some balance, in fact, I was very happy when in the comments said I should devote myself to writing, at least, I thought the wave would have a double life in which I suck those five hours and return to my secret lair to be ... "Lou Goubreé? But nothing is certain, and my job security, or mental or ... or ... Or what bastards! Ahhh, bueh, bueh and well ... By the way, every morning my block goes through a young girl (a re-mami mami and with more pork than that supermarket cashier, the so "Dew" that) coming out to work, always at the same time, I've done the exact calculation to find out what time I go out and see it appear in the corner mu ha ha ha ha ha!

Pd.1 And after the call for attention (probably known to all) then put all clowns and "friendly" there as the so pa'recuperar WA. Or maybe I'm a meringue like to do dramas (do not dare to prove me right, fuck that I have already warned me not when I emputo).

Pd. 2. Looking for a link pa'mostrarles the CC Lemon, I came across this:



Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Crest And Whitestrips -deal -coupon




okashii Kokoro 心 可笑しい


(This was for my diary, was that I was too lazy to write by hand) turns out to work I was told it had something to beware of a guy who comes sometimes to leave because material "kokoro okashii" . Let's see, "atama okashii" 頭 可笑しい (lit. head rare) means that someone is something crazy / a, "kokoro", in turn, means heart / soul. One might assume that "have rare soul "is to have emotional problems, but I think I would not see the difference between a psychological issue and a sentimental (" a little is not the same pod?). I was about to ask Carlos Guzman (my Friend of blogs, is in the sidebar) what they wanted me until today that the boy came I could more or less understand.

is a handsome young man (shit, now do not say I'm gay!) and the pint of now (it always comes with a different hairstyle) looks like a Slash to the Japanese. bueh, the fact is that already when we finished the day almost hit us. We wanted to help everyone and "talks, blah ba ". When I asked "what he would do after work 'ayyy, aguasss! after I said I would pa'mi house and got in "Japanese standard 0.5" when I spoke of Pachinko working nearby. In that last hour for me to the toilet, which I usually do with a Mamer (too lazy) I sometimes generates some "apúrele man!" Well, our friend Slash was helping me with enthusiasm .. . nah, that was not normal. Just finished the sweep (which happens very quickly with his help) and help unload material, I rushed out into pure on my bike, but not before say "arigato ne" (thanks, eh?). Who knows what will happened since.

never seen him like that. I like the guy is cool. so impressed me that "aura" that gave off, even though neither was doing anything wrong, it was just "weird." It was as if he needed to be part of something, be accepted, do not know. It makes me think too much about the loneliness that afflicts this country where people seem to cost you much closer together. The struggle to survive in an expensive country, with a work atmosphere that forces subordinate enough and sometimes futile effort to fit into a world something "idiotic" where people turn around with his face buried in a cell. I live the loneliness, I know what it is like day without talking to no one, and I can say that although it is a state that I embrace because I feel somewhat comfortable with it, I know that is a heavy load for the mental and emotional stability of a person, so when I see someone with the "rare soul", people watching in amazement, and so on., it moves me a lot ... bueh not to do something about it, of course.

I'm not saying that "Slash" is a solo, I do not know, nor do I know the name. But when there's something weird, a okashii , which becomes evident in you, immediately you get away from the imaginary "normal society" where the more you look like the world that goes on TV more beams seem to be part of it. It only remains to say "at the end, all the freaks were right" . Bueh was not that, but it sounded nice. Chay, guarachay, chalanday ....

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Beautifulagony.com Freemovies

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Monday, August 18, 2008

Buy Gold Plated Desert Eagle




The Supercucaracha


The Goubree's was a cliché of seedy bar in a dull film detectives, policemen, drug addicts, alcoholics, criminals, prostitutes. and so on. There were regular customers, among the most pathetic and disgusting was Doug. Doug was a lost boy who was always a porno magazine under his arm and a lot of seeds and rare sorts of herbs in your pockets, always with his sunny cap, unshaven face ... jean overalls wearing the wrong position and a T-shirt worn. His bar favorite place was the bathroom. The Goubree's also was the birthplace of a great generation of cockroaches and the place was warm almost all the time.

- You should not go out alone at this time. You know it's a dangerous neighborhood. At least tell Roy that accompanies you.
- Mama, I'm older I take care of myself! In addition, long ago I broke up with this idiot.
- At least try to return with your legs. You're fertile, it would be nice to come back pregnant. You know, Roy is a great provider, and is "great." In short, it's your life.

Yes, the typical mother-daughter disputes were also grown in the world of cockroaches. The life of a cockroach should not last long, so why not explore a bit. Not everything should be eaten or reproduction must be something else! That's how ... "Cruch" in a sudden syndrome of "Thelma & Louise" ... only without Telma ... or without Louise ... went out into the world.

Cruch did not get very far. A few minutes "human" (humm. .. cucaracho how long one minute?) The appalling figure of a half Cruch tread and bathed in a sort of transparent white limo appeared after a small crack under the bathroom sink of Goubree's. Roy was with Cruch mom because she was worried because they were already too many minutes human absence. Roy y. .. ehm ... Crúchula, looked terrified the terrible state it was in poor Cruch.

- Sorry, dear, but you have to go die somewhere else, who knows how long the ants and other bugs will be eating your corpse - Je, which many human mothers dare not say when their young daughters mess up "
- Bitch! - Cruch said, waving its antennae with disdain (well, actually said nothing. HELLO? COCKROACHES DO NOT SPEAK!)

The Roy was a good guy, or better yet, it was a cockroach. Was with during his last minutes Cruch human life, which took place in a seedy Instead of the small kitchen of the bar where they prepare some snacks to accompany the liquor. Roy wanted to settle in a place closer to the tables, where they say that usually are good remnants of vomit, but the closeness to the bathroom he brought bad memories to Cruch. In any case, Cruch was about to give birth and had no time to get the details.

Crúchula did not know that Roy had been "preparing the eggs" to Cruch humans for many minutes. Well, it was too late to tell. Cruch body had doubled the size of a normal cockroach during her pregnancy. Gradually the body structures were breaking Cruch while envisioned an aberrant creature decorated with the remains of their little brothers. In the end, was only recognizable Cruch a piece of your mind ... because there were the antennas attached. The offspring of Cruch was a true abomination, with their disgusting humanoid features. To walk with its antennae the shadowy figure who cut the body of his beloved, Roy could not help but drop a "OMG!" (Well, not really ...) In that moment everything became clear: that little foot under his belly that human foul was rubbing on the potty was actually an organ of procreation, and thus, their Cruch had been fertilized. .. "By accident? Was this possible? Whatever it was, Roy was determined to care for the hybrid as their own child. The poor Roach

fucked her life all other cockroaches by their appearance and size. He said with bitter contempt "HUMAN!" In a fit of rage killed several of these cockroaches, becoming entitled to a lynching. Young Roach killed all lynch. Now nobody bothered him. With human minutes, the new generation of cockroaches cockroaches and other newcomers were accustomed to him and not only that, but it also took care. So, Roach began to do good works: he brought them food scraps, helped them escape from being walked, was put on line of fire before the insecticide (which was immune). Of course, I could not find a female who wants to be impregnated by him and felt very lonely, often see him out there rubbing their antennae. Then came the inevitable.

- My son, humans have spent many minutes together and have made me happy -
- Thank you, Pa. .. Buahhh! - Roach could not contain ... equivalent expression of sadness to tears -
- My time has come, Roachie ... - Their antennae tenderly caress the humanoid face Roach - ... but first I must tell you the truth about your existence: humans for many minutes, your mother ... blablabla ... - And the story ends PUM! dies.
- I know my biological father!

All cockroaches that lived in the Goubree's history Roache knew: it was an open secret. So feared that come that time. Many cockroaches convened elsewhere to stop it, but it was too late. A deformed cockroach impressive 20 centimeters harassed to such Doug already had put enough seeds to start their psychedelic ritual masturbatory. The bathroom was small, but for the poor Doug was huge and still could not escape that giant bug that seemed to say "Father, father, wait, I am your son!" (Well, actually if he was trying to say something theoretically it could talk, but then, all I did was make a little noise there weirdo). Suddenly, the crack began to sink out a bunch of cockroaches was impressive as a true delirium tremens!

bar's customers meant that someone was beating the poor boy in the bathroom, maybe he had gotten in trouble with some drug dealer or something. Nobody was going to get. Doug was dead of panic rather than an orgy with the girls in their journals, was being besieged by the monstrous insect queen and her army of mutant cockroaches ... or maybe he saw the thing as it was. Until the bathroom door burst open and a mass andante cockroach was beating against the walls and knocked down everything in its path. Everyone screamed in disgust and horror. Some began beating the poor boy with chairs. Doug was too overwhelmed feeling the big cockroach crawling up her body, wanting to reach out to the face. No matter how much or how hard I hit rolled, she could not get this bug off freak. When Roach was able to finally stroking his legs the face of his biological father, Doug walked through the door, terrified. For a bar cliché, a cliché scene: just passed a car and hit him. No human knew of the existence of the supercucaracha, but since then, when a local sign of trouble hygiene, it is said that "should have more cockroaches than Goubree's."

Pd. I think in their Google Reader came out this post three times. Sorry, was that I had to repost because every time I read was drafting errors / spelling.

Saturday, August 2, 2008

Teck Deckbirthdayinvitatithat You Can Colour.




full stomach, happy heart


Eight hours with an uncomfortable outfit in the middle of a cramped office cubicles, hateful people everywhere, just to go back to sleep at night and return the next day the same thing day after day ... Nahhas, Planchellet knew his future was going to be very different because later o temprano alguien iba a encontrar su talento escondido. ¿Su melodiosa voz, sus facciones y su natural habilidad para la actuación? O no, tal vez era su altísimo cociente intelectual que eventualmente afloraría para decirle al mundo lo genial que era, ¡y no sólo por su elegante apellido!

Ahora tenía 35 años. Su momento de gloria se estaba demorando. Su falta de preparación para hacer "algo" lo había relegado a agotadores trabajos pagados al destajo. Estaba mamado. Sin parientes ni amigos a los que acudir, se había pasado los últimos meses viviendo de los bonos de seguridad social que reparte el gobierno hasta que ya no le quisieron dar más por vago y para completar, el casero lo había echado (For obvious reasons). In the street ... ON THE STREET! What the hell was going to do now? Did you ask his last foreman to let him return to work? No, no and NO! Something should happen. Free hit his prophecy had to be fulfilled, and you better be in the next five hours because he was starving. As I watched from afar, a family eating a hamburger in a "McDaniels" his stomach was gurgling and imagined himself rummaging through garbage cans. In these, a limousine stopped in front of him and a well dressed man greeting him. "- Dear friend: the moment you have waited for has finally arrived -"

Food. The only thing I thought was Planchellet food. Mr. Dovanski knew very well, indeed, the case was entirely of nothing more than food, for one, the hungry subject does not matter if that rich man was a gangster, a pimp, a head of a sinister cult and lucrative ... bueh, mobsters, in general. The important thing was that pedazote devour this delicious meat with French fries and diarrhea but luxurious chocolate milkshake extralarge . Then yes, business.

What they wanted from him was to serve as guinea pigs for a new system that would revolutionize the market nutritional diet. Would be given accommodation facilities research and of course: all the food they wanted (according to the feeding program). The process could take years but only a modest pension guarantee completion of the studies. To ensure food not to eat "outside", all outputs would be strictly controlled, otherwise, they would all you need for healthy entertainment (pornography included but no sex, at least one other person). "- Where do I sign?" - ".

spent about seven months and butt. Planchellet was a good worker, it went like a pig in the pigsty, watching TV, reading comics, playing videogames, and so forth. It was a life of all settled, as she underwent daily moderate exercise session. Well, certainly, the man was considerably gone from kilos. However, it was a fat he was ... healthy, in fact, he was subjected too detailed examinations regularly. It was not very pleasant having to provide samples of their stuff every fortnight, but otherwise, I was having fun. As for social life, the general staff was friendly, had therapists in case of depression or anxiety. What it seemed strange was that time that she happened to another robust specimen. Within minutes of starting a conversation with him, the staff isolated deliberately. Never again see a "colleague."

How can a person gain in a year? Hmmm ... because the necessary support, less than one year is more than enough to reach the state of "limited mobility." Planchellet was worried. What kind of nutritional program may be one that makes you grossly overweight? Is that why he had been brought to fatten a chicken and poultry? Demanded speak with Mr. Dovanski.

- Planchellet Lord, a taste in my office to have it again. I see some parts -
- ESE ... / Throat clearing / ... that is why I wanted to talk -
- I see. Those extra pounds more must be overwhelming a bit, right? -
- face ("Is not it obvious? Foolish man) -
- But no reason to panic, my friend, in fact, everything is going perfectly us. In our laboratories we have been discussing the process of weight gain . We've been ... "fatter" ... under control, using our special supplements, so that, and here comes the interesting part, where MMT (Maximum Voltage moment) the body's metabolism, aided by our biotechnology, of course is, start to reverse the process on their own.
- ... What? -
- Hehe, in other words, my dear Planchellet, According to our calculations, your body starts to lose weight himself down to the way we had the pleasure of meeting. There he began his life of pensionary relaxed. What?
- Is that possible? Are you really going to work on me? -
- Ja, sir, you are the last to take the test before us to get it to market.
- WOW -
- Well, now we're happy ... nah, I do not think that you are interested ...
- What is it? -
- is one of those silly pastimes of our scientists, have as much free time ... well, actually, is a virtual sex console, say it is very real, but personally, there is as meat human.
- Mr Dovanski, would be delighted to probarl ... to collaborate ... science ...
- So be it, buddy, come on.

Packaged in a "suit sensitive" and with his head stuck in something like a dream-making machine, Planchellet saw a voluptuous nude woman close to him ... to immediately feel a brief but violent pain and intense at a time. It was a strange but not terribly durable. By the way, say that when someone cut her head, spend a moment in which still continues to feel normal, close to the body. They could cut you into many pieces at one stroke and gradually realizing it.


- Oh my God , Paul, this meat is exquisite. There was something never tried before.
- I told you, Margo, have their own provider for its chain of restaurants. He saved two years to give this banquet, so hopefully do not forget.
- Of course not, honey .

Friday, July 25, 2008

Dodge Sprinter Conversion Mpg




You have to go


was one of those overly gentle dreams, the kind that make you feel an atmosphere as warm and pleasant to cheer you on. Dream about a love of youth, a trip to the swimming pool, a celebration in which everyone is happy but do not know if you are the celebrated plane or you do not know who you are, and so on. For months I dreamed I was in school and was happy! humm ... dreams, dreams ... Well, I keep thinking about that dream he had that man, the typical parent who works in an office that had a perfect day ... in dreams, of course. Come on, try to elaborate here ...

"His children, a pair of plump unbearable yet adored, were just as stubborn as ever, yet there was something in them that made him feel a strange affection bordering on the nostalgic. They were supposed to go and to study but stayed Hence, making recocha, he looked somewhat puzzled. Suddenly, they said: - Daddy, and you have to go! -

Then there was in the company. For some reason, all people that there is usually common in these hectic days, I could only distinguish a few of their peers. Yes, there was Bermudez ... "With his wife and son? ... the bastards and Correa Zuluaga, with their peculiar forms of stink, for one sucker and the other by conceited and arrogant, but ... To his surprise, he felt that he got along well with them and even like him ... yeah, well, not that hate, but really did not look anywhere near them apart from office. And there was the section chief, who rarely saw one outside of your cubicle (and that when he was, because he was always doing laps). The mommy of Adriela, the maid of Mary, the messenger reggaeton "with his girlfriend? At work?, And some other guy who did not even know but recognized in the dream. And as the section chief, Mr. Marcos was out there, it was better to talk about a certain topic ... and without a word, the boss was telling you-ah, yes, champion, I see, right? Go now, let me list here, And it seemed as if he had left a very important mission because everyone was watching with a smile that seemed like a mixture of admiration and brotherly love was a strange warmth, or at least that was what inspired the gesture of them all, apart from some compassion (why the importance of his mission?)

What happened then it is not clear. You know: the dreams are broken, tangled, continuing his pattern of confusing, inconsistent suspiciously apart from what they are. Perhaps nothing was as important as seeing his beloved wife. Yes, seeing her in front of him, I really realized how he loved her. It is true that sometimes it clashed his inexplicable attacks of bad temper and sometimes can give a tremendous, but in general, to be near her was a well-made version of happiness. He entered the house, felt the "baby" on the second floor, playing Playstation, surely, is directed almost desperate to find his wife ... Ahh! What is that charm is ideal as a woman cooking? ... and incidentally, what the hell was she cooking? ... anyway, there I was, smiling and loving. Suddenly he felt helpless, overwhelmed, with a dire need to feel your embrace, like a little crybaby claiming maternal contact. And yes, I was crying, could not stop, I wanted to be hugged her and say a lot of things. She no longer smiled with a comprehensive gesture 'yes, I know what you want say, what you wear exaggerated 'But never enough to approach her. - Hey, my love, and you gotta go - I said the wife, a loving and placating tone. Without time to react violently wakes "

That man I speak of, actually did not wake up but received CPR. There I was, lying on the ground at the edge of a beach. Not far away were the bodies inert by his wife, children, coworkers and a few others who were part of the tour organized by the company for the Easter holidays. It may have been a bad day, but hey, at least it was a good dream.

Thursday, July 17, 2008

Milena Velba Cigarette





Bye Bye, Fantastibulario



Sunday August 26, 2007
The justice ligadera

for all is now well known that Superman and Wonder Woman are cool hidden . However, it is rumored that a well-known Metropolis motel there, complained bitterly the two began their usual occult practices. The Clark already had removed the cap and the other red accessories, while Diana was in topless near from him.

Suddenly, the "goddess of truth" his tie loose and subject to betrayal of Kent, to put his forehead against the window. She looks at him with indecent ass glistening blue is left without the protection of your red hot pant.

- Clark, I have you, baby. Now you have to confess me.
- No, Diana, I'm not going to ask that, please!

She comes closer, pressing her bare breasts against the bluish back, clinging to him and to rub their thighs burly hand busy he was not holding the Lasso of Truth. Clark can not take anymore, and his erection begins to break the wall under the window. Miss Prince whispers a thought-provoking questions that only someone with super may have heard, the answer, however, was not difficult receive ...

- Okay! Okay, damn it! I'm excited your boots, has always been that way since I met with that suit street in Las Vegas. Lamértelas Ahhh I'm dying and I step on the whole body with those heels using all your super strength. ahhhhh WONDER WOMAN! YOU'RE SO HOT, BABY! AHHHHHH ...!!!

Goubreé Posted by Lou at 7:19 PM

8 comments: (except mine)

Natalia said ...

Hahahaha! No blog you crazy so I stayed and crazy, so I went to the moon. Welcome lunatic = p
August 27, 2007 3:16
Alfredo_kun said ...

o_oU
August 28, 2007 5:53
tetraptera said ...

This instead of the Justice League is the league of juxxxticia, cro dream that I have, I better go to sleep .... finally ...
August 28, 2007 14:25

Reiki said ...

And what the hell was that ?!?!?!?!
September 2, 2007 12:12

Kerberos Addiction said ...

I read this later, but now I read it I could not stop laughing. This great erotic scene is very good. Now I see that the first superheroes we met had a strong erotic charge, perhaps that is why our generation is so lewd and corrupt. Who do not kill those costumes? : P Good blog

Lou, I congratulate you on the persistence and unpatch.
September 5, 2007 3:53


Thursday September 20, 2007
The wonderful creatures

Suddenly, stories about UFOs, aliens and all those things that until now were viewed as mere trash of "UFO" and geeks (otaku, freaks, nerds, science fiction fans, etc.) had any sense. What the governments of "developed" countries wanted to hide hypocritically had become an uncomfortable priority. If gentlemen, the Martians had arrived, with arrogancia de no haber avisado.

Antes que los terrícolas se empezaran a alborotar, un mensaje desde la nave "madre" (aunque a juzgar por su tamaño parecía más bien ser como una nave de coordinación) llegó telepáticamente a todas las mentes humanas:

"HEMOS VENIDO SOLAMENTE A CONTEMPLAR LAS
MARAVILLOSAS CRIATURAS DEL PLANETA TIERRA".

La reacción de muchos terrícolas fue "seeee, cómo ñoooo: así fue como nos colonizamos medio planeta nosotros mismos". Y ¡pum! los gobiernos ya tenían las tropas y el armamento listas para lo que fuera, aunque sus presidentes pretendieron seguir la farsa de "ohh, vienen a admirar nuestra primitiva civilización".

Were it not that just sent the message began the descent into the Earth's surface, people would walk and arming jumbles, looting, destroying, going crazy ... so in reality, most people were looking man walked ships as they approached. Well, at last, after all, came to see how our lives were, at last we were so advanced beings from other worlds came to engage with us and were friendly ehhh, yupiii, Guepar jeeee!

Influenced by the films of Steven Spielberg, everyone was greeted with lights and orchestral music (others tried to rhythms of the "new era" and others went was enfiestados with its technology and even reggaeton). Millions and millions of flashing camera, improvised shows welcome and presidents "highlights" ... but wanted to be the screenshot greeting visitors as if it were his ranch, walking in their bunkers for safety.
oval
The beautiful ships, with their strange movements and colors, it landed on earth any of them. The Martians were immersed directly into the seas and oceans. Humans were somewhat stunned, as if his silence to say "well, so what the hell was that?"

rulers did not know what to do. Military transports were sent to monitor water, but it was something difficult as these ships were moving at incredible speeds and evading radar. Almost an hour later, the space began to sprout lentejitas water earthlings. Then a second telepathic message came to the minds of all mankind, fired before leaving without a trace:

"Thanks for letting us take in the wonderful
CREATURES OF THE EARTH."

Goubreé Posted by Lou at 6:05 PM

3 comments:

JeSs said ...

UFF. THIS BLOG IS MORE CRAZY .... THAT JUST HAPPENED TO TRANSCENDENTAL MOB ... I keep the original JAJAJAJJA
September 21, 2007 20:47 Megumi-san

said ...

old I saw the message but est cool man ... Good writing jejejejee
April 29, 2008 8:07


Tuesday, July 15, 2008

White Burts Bee Chapstick





Vegetables, dry branches and weeds.


My recent attempts not to keep posting on this blog I have become "travel Chungamunga" because I know I have a habit of impulsively seem to be changing everything.

Blogs are usually on a general level, collecting things from the topics that attract us (music, art, porn, movies, geek stuff, etc.), Using a subjective standard (the artists preferred, which the manuscript is important for him ...) or on a timeline like the news or personal diaries. In a sense, my blog does not follow this "temporary" when posting any composition or philosopher trying to be cheesy, and it is these post I have tried to keep current on the "equitetas", the "dear diary", though there are people who like to read that: S is you no longer want to go because ... humm ... to see ...

... I suspect that in the midst of exhibitionism and self-parody that I wanted to find / meet a "concept" of myself that is both realistic and approved (which can take as approved by others and myself.) Maybe it's something as a search for empathy and self-assurance ... Uay, which stirred! Anyway, I could not find in other people and I feel uncomfortable. It's like being a phony. On the other hand, the reality is still frustrating to look like filthy, I can hardly contain the anger and ultimately find no quiet find that human contact (turururu ruru ruru ... Twilight ...). When I was a hikikomori in Colombia, I felt a little calmer, stuck in my stuff was all the stress he is not earning wages (which many generalizations as "work"). But now my bum is on the archipelago, in this "quasi-exile", and I do not know until when, estoy devengando sueldo y en teoría nadie me jode la vida en horas extra-laborales. Quiero volver a ese plácido encierro.

Para mi, escribir y cualquier otro arte es más un acto representativo que comunicativo. A veces no me parece lógico que alguien pretenda escudriñar en "qué quiso decir el autor", porque es probable que "el autor" lo único que quiso hacer fue representar en una obra el producto de su acto creativo, de su "poiesis". Bueh, no es que esté insinuando que yo sea un escritor... lo que quiero decir es que si sigo posteando, no será para contarles nada, sino para exhibir las tonterías que se me ocurran, ignorando totalmente al autor, el cual se despide indefinidamente. Chay.

Saturday, July 5, 2008

Best Wii Games For Stroke Victims



忙しい Isogashii




Seeeh, since last week have been very "isogashii" in the company, or "busy." As you can see, Watanabe tragapapel LV-1000-SB was dismantled after a working life of more than 30 years (I'm told). So this week has been extremely busy ... bueh, the truth is that I do not do very much touched, but I have had to make an appearance and estarme to 5PM, Sunday morning I also have to go. I'm Mamer, but bueh, as they say here "shoganaina ...." (No other). In any event, the Watanabe's new wave, has up panel touch screen (which obviously is not in the picture because it is behind) . Look:


Moving on ... Yesterday I went to the supermarket to find some clothes for summer (I do not like to go to clothing stores.) Two T-shirts that trap sweat (but not the shit, as I've smelled), shorts and pants that seemed very nice. I said "Pa'que me I measure if the size L?" And when I got home ... Noooooo! chale, it could close to me, buahhhhh, and no refunds: (... now I bought a length LL, the bigger size, gee, I feel like a giant S

My nasty tummy (no auto-Offense) seems to hiss, yuck !

Sunday, June 29, 2008

Free Yahoo Turbo Solitaire



Sometimes I wonder ...


... hmmm ...

... hummmm ....

... how will that of cooking ? ... .... hmmm ....

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

Difference Between Li And Hi Visa




A Videogamer's tale


When I was a kid, my favorite friend was "Capet" and swear by his beard that it was not for his collections of Fisher Price, Lego or his cartoons of the Transformers ... Ahh, what toys that had the bastard !.... bueh, the fact is that the older brother at times we connected the Atari and that's how I met the first game. Hen we played the passing of the avenue, a car, I think pacman too. But I liked most was that of a thief who threw the bomb and one had to pick a basket so they do not explode, was played with a little wheel-shaped control revolving. In

Colombia is an island called San Andres. Due to certain circumstances that obviously did not learn in school, apart from anything, people always used to buy lots of foreign goods there. So that inspired this is an area in the capital called "San Andrecito" where one always finds from clothing and perfumes to fashion devices at a price far below what they would in shopping malls. My point is that one day my daddy agreed to buy a Family Computer. Navecitas, cars, karate ... I admit that although I was never hooked it very good for "arcades", in fact, it was not until a friend lent me the "super-cons" that I discovered that had games that could end up (well, in that case with the help of the arrow "Up, Down, Right, Left, A, B, select and start" so that gave you unlimited lives.)

With my sister were playing one with Luigi and Mario, who was to turn the baby turtles, jumping down and then pateándolas. Had a block called "POW" that if one did jump below to turn around ... bueh, boring story, the case is always fought with that "ayy, I peg the Pow!" and then we attacked us laugh. Then when I saw Mario flying his raccoon costume in Super Mario Bros. 3, I was amazed with the technology so much, lol ... although bueh, the game never ended, partly because it became very difficult with those guns of crap and why ... the game fucking hurt me. Tetris and Doctor also played a lot with my sister ... Buahhh, my little sister! snif, snif ... well ... Hikari 3, Robocop 2 ... but that would feed my love and passion for the games' first person shooter "would be one of a mini-uzi I do not remember his name and Mamera me explain how it was and TOP GUN, I've tried to look on the Internet in vain. Ahh, just as I liked Top Gun. Those two were provided: P wow, that one post seemed but could not: (buahh, how old people were trying to give me my gustito buahhhhh snif .... snif.

already over the years and after fucking the little buttons A and B of two controls, the Family was as sound and video adapter to connect a VHS there. Yeah, in my puberty and my interests had turned to other things, you know, philosophy, reading literary classics, Latin and foreign languages, my training in martial arts .... BUEHHH Ahhh, ok, ok, and seh seh seh: a play with my joystick lever, JUAAAA JA JAJAJA .... ja ja ja .... hmmm ... and I'd like to play Top Gun .... I did not play any of it up as an adult I returned to Holy Hell to visit my country and my sister had bought a computer that came with the CD's Descent and loved it. They were my years of lazy unemployed hikikomori (now I have job, huh?) And reconnect with the world of "Martians" would not be very productive, oh oh. The fact is that my brother gave me the CD of Seven Kingdoms and juaaaaahhhhh, what game so engrossing: you form your villages, levying taxes, begin to raise armies, weapons design, build temples to invoke gods, conquer villages, trade with other kingdoms until BOOM! weapon is the tremendous war and woe, juemadre, which I spent hours and hours on that. And to round things at a premium had fallen some emulators with a lot of games on one CD, total, that even my career as a scribbler was threatened.

Then I came to Japan. Although I thought my life would henceforth be confined within the walls of a factory with a lot of dekasegis (immigrant workers) Peruvian and Brazilian ... and Chinese and Ethiopians and so on .... and could be, if not resisted because not two full days ... ahem, ahem ... Fortunately I have access to a computed and the Internet and a few hours to go wandering. So looking for free little games and demos, I found the demo of Seven Kingdoms (and think I had the entire game, buahhh), Descent 3 (not half as entertaining as the one I played in Chibchombia), Mexican Motor Mafia (is wave) until ... tatatáaaan, I found the Halo Demo and at this point and know that I recently spent the savings and to the market month to play Halo 2 and 3.

Moreover, thanks to the massive botazón Playstations and because there was the son of a coworker left his Playstation 2 because it bought the 3, since in theory would have enough fun for years ... if not for all these games are in Japanese and many of them are sports. Bueh But last month, scouring used game I got the Secret Weapons Over ... chale and I forgot, bueh, that "old Lucas Arts game that says Jiff, the esimio misunderstood," which deals with airplanes and that reminds me something to Top Gun. And end (whew, at last, and it seems that Lou communist dictator, yuck) ... (Ayy, shut Hide, not nosy) ... I've been thinking that video games are an excellent tool to escape: you concentrate and have fun, and you just do not do anything productive, do not learn anything, you fuck with your eyes, get fat, etc., Ijole, not as the box is of Urashima Tarou ! OMG, when I'm old and bald and poor my memories of the past years will be pure video games, ARHGHGH, I'm lost, ah ah, no air comes to me ... ah ah bueh are already 6pm, post and I'll play the demo of Lost Planet, chay.

Friday, June 13, 2008

Biology Lab 4 Carolina Answers



The battle is not over ...



Saturday, June 7, 2008

Wood Carver's Benches



Brillante Weblog



From エシミオ Blog (aka Jiff) get this award.

The web is rewarded us on the progress and anecdotes of Jiff in learning Japanese. Thus, it is an honor to receive this tribute from someone who COERCION OR UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES ADVERSE has decided to study the language of the devil, ehr, complex communication system.

The rules for awarding the prize "Brilliant Weblog are:

-On receiving the award, it has to write a post showing the award and must include the name of the blog or website it gives you and link to that blog post or website that you named the winner.

-Choose a minimum of seven blogs (can be more) that you think are conspicuous by their thematic and / or its design. Write their names and links to them. Tell them that they have been awarded the prize "Brilliant Weblog".

My chosen (in order of clicks mnemonic) are:


Malediction Journal by Herr Louis.
Merit: writing style, choice of images for the links.

Carlos Blog by Carlos Guzman. Merit
documentation, style, themes and breadth of ideas.

Diary of a blogstar by Noel.
Merit: template and general design, entertaining personal anecdotes. Breaking glass

by Rubberduck & Asthor.
Merit: a great and original (or rather "peculiar") selection of graphic artists.

Sintomania by Sintomania / Florkin.
Merit: the cartoons that illustrate the story of the day.

The moon's chika by Nati.
Merit: variety of issues, stories, "decoration" of the posts, charisma.

Aisukohi by Kotoko. Merit: design and freak. -----------------



PS 1. Look, I stole the birthday barbecue Paola, jiji



PS 2. Yesterday I went to Nipponbashi (otakulandia Osaka) after work and found a little store where I found a used game Halo 2. The problem is that when I returned to the house PUAGHFHFHF! this is a process Pa'que work on the Xbox 360, the worst is that I will get to play a hard drive and do not know if I can buy ... ah, new dilemmas: entertainment or Bankruptcy ...

PS 3. Jiff and all, soon I will put on Halo megapost, ahhh going to be the wave ... I think.