XII
departed immediately.
arm bothered him. But that would not die, for now at least. And those guys had returned his things, except the gun signs and the staff, of course, so it might take a couple of tablets of antibiotics after crudely bandaging the wound.
At noon they returned to the main road. Not separated from him for a second.
"Pitu", such was the "nick" the chief sent two of his "men" keep the fire and then the camp of the tribe to report what happened.
This group pertenecíaa the infamous tribe of the "Ring." The other two, "Claw" and "Nail", much larger and better organized, they would punish them when they were not fought each other or with the Brotherhood.
The remaining group headed by the highway towards the city.
did not stop throughout the Diaye when evening came "the unknown" was really hungry.
camped near a giant soccer field construction. Partially filled with painted and sealed off by a string of police and emergency vehicles now charred. Everywhere could be mummified human remains by the passage of time. The bodies of members of law enforcement had been properly recorded. Could see for themselves. One of the krusties who followed him like his shadow told him to dig him.
"It is useless, the Brotherhood swept through this site, and later others did. Do not think you can find even a cap. "
" Nothing, "he thought" the unknown "-" Not a club, or a bullet or a vest ... Not even a miserable Kubotan, and, of course, nothing like a gun. "
had happened on occasion at some distance from here. And in his (so far) only visit to the "big city" after the collapse, even tried to get close, but the desolate surrounding him discouraged to continue.
A of the latest news was this huge construction was that had been used as a makeshift prison to "accommodate" all the rioters and looters who had sprung up everywhere to explode the situation.
Apparently, soon after, was inside some kind of mutiny, and state security forces (or what was left of him) besieged the rebels. Know he could have occurred later, but obviously someone had thrown a hand to the rioters breaking the site (or trying to at least).
The stranger sat sheltered from the wind next to a wall of the stadium. Accompanied by his new and inseparable "friends." He pulled from his pack a can of stew and saw the funny side of it kept krusties.
"Do you want some?"-Rhetorical question because, obviously, those bastards were even more hungry than they showed Ely released as hungry dogs on the conservation .
While our protagonist saw as their guardians "quasi completely devoured the contents of the can think through them.
What kind of whimsical combination could have been given for such a bunch of ragged and gualtrapas could survive in this environment? Because he himself had seen the brotherhood known as accióny spent. And the rest of Krusties tribes were also much more dangerous than this "Banda".
Without doubt, he said, had much to do that "competition" would not have tried out of the way seriously. That, and his "base" , for which I had heard it said, was in full dump and they had long ago ceased to be a useful source and varied resources and materials. Anyway have not encountered much resistance in them ...
walked engaged in these and other thoughts when the wound in his arm bothering him again. He took off the bandage and looked around. Looked bad, I needed to disinfect and suture and could do more.
"If it gets worse, it will cause problems ... I hope to find some kind of injectable antibiotic before the infection is rampant and evident, because something tells me that these tablets have expired will not have any effectiveness that would rather see this bunch of lunatics putting me ENG I wet on his forehead ... "mused to himself, not without some irony, trying to clean the wound with little success.
finished the contents of the can and to the amazement of their "caregivers" took a last, wrinkled and small apple a hem of the bag. This
not offered.
(continued)
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
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XI
At first no one thought this was so important. It was the first time that Israel started a war with their Muslim neighbors. Neither the first one ended, and the first winning with a crushing facility.
Nor was the first time I performed covert operations on foreign soil.
Just thirty years ago, a series of bombardments "surgical" was wiped off the map in building a nuclear reactor from France at Al Tuwaitha, Iraq.
course things had changed a lot in that time. At that time the USA ensured the "nonexistent veto" of the security council of the UN (as it has done the past 40 years). The Israelis had shown clear evidence in this respect: there was enriching uranium for military purposes.
World public opinion barked. The "pro-Islam lobbies" raised the tone of their complaints. The international press was screaming. But nothing happened, because, deep down, he knew that the accusations were true, and, most importantly, Israel had the unconditional support of the Americans.
But things had changed a lot in the early twenty-first century. U.S. military interventions in the Middle East with which at first gained strategic operational soon came to be a drag on the global recession.
Since the early 2008 Iran stopped accepting dollars as payment for its oil exports. Were soon leading Russian companies that started using Euros only. Somewhat later, China began to gradually get rid of their reserves. First American public debt, after the currency itself. Venezuela soon follow suit.
end of 2010 the situation in the U.S. was already anxious. Hungry destitute camps multiplied by the country. The number of unemployed reached its highest ever seized and companies and businesses closed by the hundreds. The already meager welfare state was water everywhere. Crime soared as never before.
Many were killed by a little food. Or ask for it.
mid-2011 the U.S. state went bankrupt. Several countries canceled trade agreements and the situation deteriorated further. Closed military bases around the globe, first trying to keep the most valuable, but soon after were all closed and the men sent back home, where there were other "fires to put down. " China was among the few countries that kept their bilateral relations and helped as best they could to the Americans. Who saw in this a selfless act of altruism soon changed his mind on seeing the draconian conditions of repayment of the debt that were imposed.
In these conditions of total instability, the Iranians had their first nuclear reactor and only a few days later was volatilized by the Israelis.
Some pointed to the futility of this action. Iran had learned the lesson well of its neighbors and, later confirmed, it was neither the only nor the first of its reactors. At least two, underground, had been put in place several years ago, shortly after the invasion of Iraq in 2003.
Iranians had indeed, years preparing for something. So they gave the first blow. The first real blow.
That is, with nuclear weapons.
The elite, the clergy, scientists, politicians and much of the army, was protected in shelters and three bombs fell on Jerusalem, Haifa and Tel Aviv.
Paradoxically, the Dome of the Rock and the Al-Aqsa Mosque were destroyed, leaving the field open for the reconstruction of the temple of David as they had always prophesied the Israeli ultra-Orthodox sectors.
The non-Muslim world silent horror that June 11, 2011. The direct victims were estimated in the millions. Nearby places refugees who fled the radioactivity tripled that figure. Syria, Jordan and Lebanon have been emptied.
Iraq, Turkey and Saudi Arabia closed its borders to the displaced. Thousands of tents were erected on its edge. The Sinai Peninsula in Egypt, was filled with refugees. Despair spread.
course, then, the worst was yet to come.
(continued)
At first no one thought this was so important. It was the first time that Israel started a war with their Muslim neighbors. Neither the first one ended, and the first winning with a crushing facility.
Nor was the first time I performed covert operations on foreign soil.
Just thirty years ago, a series of bombardments "surgical" was wiped off the map in building a nuclear reactor from France at Al Tuwaitha, Iraq.
course things had changed a lot in that time. At that time the USA ensured the "nonexistent veto" of the security council of the UN (as it has done the past 40 years). The Israelis had shown clear evidence in this respect: there was enriching uranium for military purposes.
World public opinion barked. The "pro-Islam lobbies" raised the tone of their complaints. The international press was screaming. But nothing happened, because, deep down, he knew that the accusations were true, and, most importantly, Israel had the unconditional support of the Americans.
But things had changed a lot in the early twenty-first century. U.S. military interventions in the Middle East with which at first gained strategic operational soon came to be a drag on the global recession.
Since the early 2008 Iran stopped accepting dollars as payment for its oil exports. Were soon leading Russian companies that started using Euros only. Somewhat later, China began to gradually get rid of their reserves. First American public debt, after the currency itself. Venezuela soon follow suit.
end of 2010 the situation in the U.S. was already anxious. Hungry destitute camps multiplied by the country. The number of unemployed reached its highest ever seized and companies and businesses closed by the hundreds. The already meager welfare state was water everywhere. Crime soared as never before.
Many were killed by a little food. Or ask for it.
mid-2011 the U.S. state went bankrupt. Several countries canceled trade agreements and the situation deteriorated further. Closed military bases around the globe, first trying to keep the most valuable, but soon after were all closed and the men sent back home, where there were other "fires to put down. " China was among the few countries that kept their bilateral relations and helped as best they could to the Americans. Who saw in this a selfless act of altruism soon changed his mind on seeing the draconian conditions of repayment of the debt that were imposed.
In these conditions of total instability, the Iranians had their first nuclear reactor and only a few days later was volatilized by the Israelis.
Some pointed to the futility of this action. Iran had learned the lesson well of its neighbors and, later confirmed, it was neither the only nor the first of its reactors. At least two, underground, had been put in place several years ago, shortly after the invasion of Iraq in 2003.
Iranians had indeed, years preparing for something. So they gave the first blow. The first real blow.
That is, with nuclear weapons.
The elite, the clergy, scientists, politicians and much of the army, was protected in shelters and three bombs fell on Jerusalem, Haifa and Tel Aviv.
Paradoxically, the Dome of the Rock and the Al-Aqsa Mosque were destroyed, leaving the field open for the reconstruction of the temple of David as they had always prophesied the Israeli ultra-Orthodox sectors.
The non-Muslim world silent horror that June 11, 2011. The direct victims were estimated in the millions. Nearby places refugees who fled the radioactivity tripled that figure. Syria, Jordan and Lebanon have been emptied.
Iraq, Turkey and Saudi Arabia closed its borders to the displaced. Thousands of tents were erected on its edge. The Sinai Peninsula in Egypt, was filled with refugees. Despair spread.
course, then, the worst was yet to come.
(continued)
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X
noticed a bitter taste in the mouth.
A bitter aftertaste and a severe headache.
hand He touched the wound in the temple and met with a splotches dried blood.
"great son of a bitch ..." he muttered between his teeth
"the dirty" rose still sore for a few seconds and saw the bodies of their "men."
He had never wanted to have bodyguards, who always boasted of instilling such great regard for each other, which always boasted of his contacts between the Brotherhood and its "guards" ...
had underestimated the bastard.
But it would pay ...
"Oh, yes! You swear you son of a bitch! "- He said.
shook kicked one of the bodies with rage and threw himself into the wound a little dirty water from a plastic bottle.
stifled a cry of pain while pulling a piece of cloth from a table drawer and rolled it around his forehead.
"With care, you have to heal, you're going to give him his deserved that son of a bitch, talk to the Brotherhood to justify these bodies and Archi know what to do ..."
It was a rough knot at the end and went to one corner of their "home."
"... Yes, Archi know, I think so ..."
lifted a hatch and pulled out a flashlight from his pocket, lit it and walked down the stairs.
After a few minutes a harsh, metallic sound emerged from there.
The same sound of a Cetmar the cocked.
definitely underestimated the bastard but it was going to pay.
(continued)
noticed a bitter taste in the mouth.
A bitter aftertaste and a severe headache.
hand He touched the wound in the temple and met with a splotches dried blood.
"great son of a bitch ..." he muttered between his teeth
"the dirty" rose still sore for a few seconds and saw the bodies of their "men."
He had never wanted to have bodyguards, who always boasted of instilling such great regard for each other, which always boasted of his contacts between the Brotherhood and its "guards" ...
had underestimated the bastard.
But it would pay ...
"Oh, yes! You swear you son of a bitch! "- He said.
shook kicked one of the bodies with rage and threw himself into the wound a little dirty water from a plastic bottle.
stifled a cry of pain while pulling a piece of cloth from a table drawer and rolled it around his forehead.
"With care, you have to heal, you're going to give him his deserved that son of a bitch, talk to the Brotherhood to justify these bodies and Archi know what to do ..."
It was a rough knot at the end and went to one corner of their "home."
"... Yes, Archi know, I think so ..."
lifted a hatch and pulled out a flashlight from his pocket, lit it and walked down the stairs.
After a few minutes a harsh, metallic sound emerged from there.
The same sound of a Cetmar the cocked.
definitely underestimated the bastard but it was going to pay.
(continued)
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Free Homemade Swing Set Plans
IX
I fall into dreams. I fall and fall and fall ...
And the fucking abyss seems to have no end. And that fucking feeling in the stomach.
The air in the face. Shortness of breath.
Fall ...
A sharp pain made him regain consciousness.
"See? I told you to wake up with the knife before the water! "She heard about it.
"According Squirrel, you win, you choose first." "He gave another not far away.
"No is right, boss! "- protested a third. Screams for and against.
Slowly, the stranger recovered his sight, at first blurred.
was surrounded by a dozen krusties. He had been tied and the first to speak he had stuck a knife a foot in the left arm.
from side to side.
"Well." Thought .- "You are definitely over. These doodles will kill and then devour. You see them in need of protein. "
it appeared that they would discuss forever.
Meanwhile, a suicidal plan began to form in his mind.
He cleared his throat.
"Erm, guys." - Started to say .- "Maybe we could make a deal ..."
The discussion ceased. The closest group turned and one of them, full of tattoos, most of them clearly made before the collapse came.
"A deal? Why? What can you offer? Simply your life right now. And going to last long. "" He said and turned looking for the general laughter. Like a flock
the group chanted with laughter the joke to their leader.
"Well, I could tell you where to find firearms, but maybe you are not interested, of course." Quickly replied the stranger with a grin.
"Guns? It's a bluff. Sure. In addition we could always get you the information. "
" No, I get it out rather than intentariais. But surely case I will go out of hand and will kill me before that. "smile cynically," the unknown. "
"Well, we will survive without them" the krustie He laughed.
"Well, it's a shame, because there is everything, handguns, shotguns, rifles ..."
A glow appeared in the eyes of his interlocutor.
"So shotguns and rifles. And where are these weapons, man? "
" In the city, brat, and bring you desatadme. Will be all yours. "" He was playing the cause. And he knew.
The krustie contained a sudden fit of rage. He looked up and down.
"Okay, untie it."
"swindle, trying to escape to betray and kill you with my own hands. Got it? "- I snapped to ten inches of his face.
"Crystal as water, boss!" Replied while trying to think of it as going out. Because he could
welcome. He had saved his skin. But for how long?
(continued)
I fall into dreams. I fall and fall and fall ...
And the fucking abyss seems to have no end. And that fucking feeling in the stomach.
The air in the face. Shortness of breath.
Fall ...
A sharp pain made him regain consciousness.
"See? I told you to wake up with the knife before the water! "She heard about it.
"According Squirrel, you win, you choose first." "He gave another not far away.
"No is right, boss! "- protested a third. Screams for and against.
Slowly, the stranger recovered his sight, at first blurred.
was surrounded by a dozen krusties. He had been tied and the first to speak he had stuck a knife a foot in the left arm.
from side to side.
"Well." Thought .- "You are definitely over. These doodles will kill and then devour. You see them in need of protein. "
it appeared that they would discuss forever.
Meanwhile, a suicidal plan began to form in his mind.
He cleared his throat.
"Erm, guys." - Started to say .- "Maybe we could make a deal ..."
The discussion ceased. The closest group turned and one of them, full of tattoos, most of them clearly made before the collapse came.
"A deal? Why? What can you offer? Simply your life right now. And going to last long. "" He said and turned looking for the general laughter. Like a flock
the group chanted with laughter the joke to their leader.
"Well, I could tell you where to find firearms, but maybe you are not interested, of course." Quickly replied the stranger with a grin.
"Guns? It's a bluff. Sure. In addition we could always get you the information. "
" No, I get it out rather than intentariais. But surely case I will go out of hand and will kill me before that. "smile cynically," the unknown. "
"Well, we will survive without them" the krustie He laughed.
"Well, it's a shame, because there is everything, handguns, shotguns, rifles ..."
A glow appeared in the eyes of his interlocutor.
"So shotguns and rifles. And where are these weapons, man? "
" In the city, brat, and bring you desatadme. Will be all yours. "" He was playing the cause. And he knew.
The krustie contained a sudden fit of rage. He looked up and down.
"Okay, untie it."
"swindle, trying to escape to betray and kill you with my own hands. Got it? "- I snapped to ten inches of his face.
"Crystal as water, boss!" Replied while trying to think of it as going out. Because he could
welcome. He had saved his skin. But for how long?
(continued)
Friday, September 25, 2009
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VIII
A glimmer of light he woke the next morning. After eating some noted the street for a few minutes in the window. Any noise you make in the neighborhood would highlight in that eerie silence.
Westerly
cut, perhaps at noon the temperature had changed by the effect of the sun, but the mornings were beginning to come on quickly, cold and humid.
Autumn claimed his place and preparing the ground for the arrival of his brother's cruel winter.
gathered his things and took one last look at his strange bedroom, revised after the great Salony the ground floor in the light of day. The robbery had been made aware. He found nothing but trash and litter.
Back to the village square will cost far less than the previous day. Skirted the fountain dry, passed by the council and was admitted in the dilapidated alley.
returned by the walk towards the edge of the village and reached the first of roundabouts fracturing the road between this and the next town.
At its center, a monument to the excellence of one of the illustrious sons of the town.
Ely He climbed hand acting as a shield scanned the horizon. That damn
smoke was still there, undisturbed, in the same place, on your left, near the motorway, near the bottleneck. He stopped
briefly.
There was something strange in that fire ... At noon and at night used to be. However ...
A fire on the highway, completely visible, sustained and nurtured for nearly 24 hours away from any of the bases surrounding krusties.
too weird, too much coincidence.
moistened her index finger and tried to stand against the wind. There was no way, that condemned the west drag any strange smell around there.
He resigned himself to spending without taking precautions. Stank ambush but had no other alternative.
checked the gun and held the staff tightly. He got off the pedestal of the statue. He knew the whole area so it would have an opportunity for escape.
walked down the road, skirted a truck that was partially burned cross, crossing and continue towards a gas station razed.
soon encountered the first of his problems.
Several cars had collided with a large van cuts off the road. Could proceed on both sides, the left took him next to a dilapidated industrial buildings, the right he approached a farm field full of weeds, very high. It was safer
the open but later seemed complicated and required him to get away from the road and the center of town. There was a small block of townhouses that are quite old and had withstood the rain and bad weather and their remains were scattered on the road.
Too obvious? Maybe ...
Passed along the left edge of the pile of rusty scrap scorched and approached the polygon. Surrounded several abandoned vehicles and took a look inside the factories for which it was happening. Some of them in fairly good condition, with traces of having been used as temporary shelter for some desperate. In one of them the smell of urine was so strong that it seemed to have been used recently.
be stopped. The road seemed to narrow further. A pile of waste rather high flanked the exit on the left. Chassis burning several cars piled up on the right did.
Suddenly a click sounded to his left and barely had time to lie down. Worked roughly an arrow passed over his head and stared at the plate nearest the ship. No wait a second and ran up while another went whistling to his nose.
Behind him he heard a scream. He could see a couple of figures emerging from a corner while going through the trash and stack of charred vehicles. Bent to his right looking for the edge of the road When he saw them.
krusties A small group of armed with sticks, stones and other makeshift weapons awaiting him smile a few meters away.
stopped short and turned around hoping to reach the other end of the street before he reached the alley.
Then it happened.
lost his footing and slipped into the darkness.
"you asshole" - he said as he fell.
He had seen the pit covered by a gray canvas. I had seen.
I had seen and just did not think.
Now he had fallen into a trap and would be grass (pun intended) of that band of brainless already licking their chops ...
a snap and everything went black.
(continued)
A glimmer of light he woke the next morning. After eating some noted the street for a few minutes in the window. Any noise you make in the neighborhood would highlight in that eerie silence.
Westerly
cut, perhaps at noon the temperature had changed by the effect of the sun, but the mornings were beginning to come on quickly, cold and humid.
Autumn claimed his place and preparing the ground for the arrival of his brother's cruel winter.
gathered his things and took one last look at his strange bedroom, revised after the great Salony the ground floor in the light of day. The robbery had been made aware. He found nothing but trash and litter.
Back to the village square will cost far less than the previous day. Skirted the fountain dry, passed by the council and was admitted in the dilapidated alley.
returned by the walk towards the edge of the village and reached the first of roundabouts fracturing the road between this and the next town.
At its center, a monument to the excellence of one of the illustrious sons of the town.
Ely He climbed hand acting as a shield scanned the horizon. That damn
smoke was still there, undisturbed, in the same place, on your left, near the motorway, near the bottleneck. He stopped
briefly.
There was something strange in that fire ... At noon and at night used to be. However ...
A fire on the highway, completely visible, sustained and nurtured for nearly 24 hours away from any of the bases surrounding krusties.
too weird, too much coincidence.
moistened her index finger and tried to stand against the wind. There was no way, that condemned the west drag any strange smell around there.
He resigned himself to spending without taking precautions. Stank ambush but had no other alternative.
checked the gun and held the staff tightly. He got off the pedestal of the statue. He knew the whole area so it would have an opportunity for escape.
walked down the road, skirted a truck that was partially burned cross, crossing and continue towards a gas station razed.
soon encountered the first of his problems.
Several cars had collided with a large van cuts off the road. Could proceed on both sides, the left took him next to a dilapidated industrial buildings, the right he approached a farm field full of weeds, very high. It was safer
the open but later seemed complicated and required him to get away from the road and the center of town. There was a small block of townhouses that are quite old and had withstood the rain and bad weather and their remains were scattered on the road.
Too obvious? Maybe ...
Passed along the left edge of the pile of rusty scrap scorched and approached the polygon. Surrounded several abandoned vehicles and took a look inside the factories for which it was happening. Some of them in fairly good condition, with traces of having been used as temporary shelter for some desperate. In one of them the smell of urine was so strong that it seemed to have been used recently.
be stopped. The road seemed to narrow further. A pile of waste rather high flanked the exit on the left. Chassis burning several cars piled up on the right did.
Suddenly a click sounded to his left and barely had time to lie down. Worked roughly an arrow passed over his head and stared at the plate nearest the ship. No wait a second and ran up while another went whistling to his nose.
Behind him he heard a scream. He could see a couple of figures emerging from a corner while going through the trash and stack of charred vehicles. Bent to his right looking for the edge of the road When he saw them.
krusties A small group of armed with sticks, stones and other makeshift weapons awaiting him smile a few meters away.
stopped short and turned around hoping to reach the other end of the street before he reached the alley.
Then it happened.
lost his footing and slipped into the darkness.
"you asshole" - he said as he fell.
He had seen the pit covered by a gray canvas. I had seen.
I had seen and just did not think.
Now he had fallen into a trap and would be grass (pun intended) of that band of brainless already licking their chops ...
a snap and everything went black.
(continued)
Friday, September 4, 2009
Dune Buggy Manx For Sale
VII
The sun fled over the horizon. The last rays of light bathed the street.
languished in front of our hero an ancient two-story building with an old poster. "Music Society" stood to read. The rest was a blur. A ground floor
sacked
lay before him. The metal door had been forced down and partly torn.
dirt and dust. Penumbra.
On the left, through a doorway much smaller than would hold another site could be a ladder.
The street was deserted. He had used this site for the night on their last visit. He lost little time in finding homes for the most recent crashes. He thought he saw three new at least forcing him to take two separate detours. A seemingly short journey of less than ten minutes, had taken nearly an hour. Now night
pouncing on her and had no time to take the usual precautions.
once again took the flashlight and started up the steps.
Each step raised clouds of dust. He saw no signs except his own, very light, silhouetted perfectly in the thick layer of debris and ash that covered everything.
At the top ran into a doorway that separated him from a large room divided in two by a faded wicker screens. In the most close to him had a bar full of dirt and debris. Around several benches scattered across the floor. A bullfight poster on the wall, cracking, along with another indecipherable, maybe football. Near these, a bookcase with just a couple of empty bottles and dirty tarnished a rusty coffee.
Distributed at the bar half a dozen tables and some chairs, most dunks. A pool table with moldy carpet by a leak and a football with Real Madrid players yellow.
A stain on the floor of something blackish dried blood could be welcoming him.
walked slowly toward a corner. Walking fingers over the surface of the table, leaving a furrow of dirt.
looked sadly a straw and crumpled paper. On the front page and four columns: "The Government declared a curfew."
No time for melancholy, he pushed a display of old movies after he appeared unfamiliar and a flimsy wooden door that appeared to have been kicked open.
There on a couch in what appeared to be the office of someone tied to that place, had spent the night before. And there was where disponíaa do it now.
remains improvised a barricade of furniture to the door and ate something.
then went to the only window in the room and his eyes were lost in the darkness of night.
One moonless night, but full of stars.
(continued)
The sun fled over the horizon. The last rays of light bathed the street.
languished in front of our hero an ancient two-story building with an old poster. "Music Society" stood to read. The rest was a blur. A ground floor
sacked
lay before him. The metal door had been forced down and partly torn.
dirt and dust. Penumbra.
On the left, through a doorway much smaller than would hold another site could be a ladder.
The street was deserted. He had used this site for the night on their last visit. He lost little time in finding homes for the most recent crashes. He thought he saw three new at least forcing him to take two separate detours. A seemingly short journey of less than ten minutes, had taken nearly an hour. Now night
pouncing on her and had no time to take the usual precautions.
once again took the flashlight and started up the steps.
Each step raised clouds of dust. He saw no signs except his own, very light, silhouetted perfectly in the thick layer of debris and ash that covered everything.
At the top ran into a doorway that separated him from a large room divided in two by a faded wicker screens. In the most close to him had a bar full of dirt and debris. Around several benches scattered across the floor. A bullfight poster on the wall, cracking, along with another indecipherable, maybe football. Near these, a bookcase with just a couple of empty bottles and dirty tarnished a rusty coffee.
Distributed at the bar half a dozen tables and some chairs, most dunks. A pool table with moldy carpet by a leak and a football with Real Madrid players yellow.
A stain on the floor of something blackish dried blood could be welcoming him.
walked slowly toward a corner. Walking fingers over the surface of the table, leaving a furrow of dirt.
looked sadly a straw and crumpled paper. On the front page and four columns: "The Government declared a curfew."
No time for melancholy, he pushed a display of old movies after he appeared unfamiliar and a flimsy wooden door that appeared to have been kicked open.
There on a couch in what appeared to be the office of someone tied to that place, had spent the night before. And there was where disponíaa do it now.
remains improvised a barricade of furniture to the door and ate something.
then went to the only window in the room and his eyes were lost in the darkness of night.
One moonless night, but full of stars.
(continued)
Monday, July 20, 2009
What Type Of Platform Is Poptropica
"Pater" de estado
Yes, "hamijos" I just spent one of the worst runs of my life, and, as usual, at the wrong time remains a good one.
Why I am telling you this? Well, basically not to tell me everything when comprobeis that does not follow the story 03.08.1909 as I promised.
As I said just go through a complicated situation which I have gone extremely well off and now the truth, I have wanted to "dedicate" time, touching my "balls" , think in my stuff, my family and friends.
Ultimately, booty shakin in their old meaning, before the dance Latinos appear even further accelerating our inexorable process lobotomized.
truly have news shortly, our "unknown hero" and his adventures.
Greetings from the road.
_______________________________________________________
August 31 back, stay tuned ...
Yes, "hamijos" I just spent one of the worst runs of my life, and, as usual, at the wrong time remains a good one.
Why I am telling you this? Well, basically not to tell me everything when comprobeis that does not follow the story 03.08.1909 as I promised.
As I said just go through a complicated situation which I have gone extremely well off and now the truth, I have wanted to "dedicate" time, touching my "balls" , think in my stuff, my family and friends.
Ultimately, booty shakin in their old meaning, before the dance Latinos appear even further accelerating our inexorable process lobotomized.
truly have news shortly, our "unknown hero" and his adventures.
Greetings from the road.
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August 31 back, stay tuned ...
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Carolina Ap Biology Laboratory 7
VI
The road passed through the village along a sloppy ride. The closed windows across the street. A facade blackened by an outbreak of fire. The cartels of hands "crowned almost all facilities intact. Where there were remnants of the looting could be guessed from the street. A yellow sign welcomed him a few meters before the entrance, offering "the best value for your money."
just paid attention.
He went briskly toward the center of the town. I knew where to spend the night on guard. But I wanted to take a look at something.
During his last visit here was unable to carry all goods I had found, and that opened a small "stash" hidden in one of the blocks from downtown.
traveled along the promenade and at a certain place turned to his inner left in an alley near fully covered by debris. He climbed a mound of rubble surrounded a burning car and finally came to its objective.
Before he opened the town's main square. A source oxidized modernist (and questionable taste) in the center. On the other hand, a half-ruined old house with an unreadable sign on the balcony of his first floor. To the right, town hall, now abandoned. Windows covered by boards. The heavy door closed, secured with a padlock and a heavy chain.
looked to his left. There it was. A modern three-storey fully glazed and embellished in marble.
The former bank branch in town.
He approached the entrance. The door was ajar, as he had left doing something more than a year. He leaned over the threshold. There seemed have fresh tracks in the dust. Went to the lobby. A large hall lay before him. In the distance the solitary windows.
banks had just been attacked. Strange, one would think, to realize the zero value of money in a world implodes.
excepcióny This was not, he supposed, would have been closed as the state security forces found the inability to protect all the places were being looted.
dodged piles of trash and broke the line formed by the counters. Lying on the floor under a chair overturned, a grimy black sports bag. Within it an old but still sturdy rope. It threw her over his shoulder while dirigíaa a corner. There
stopped at a broken door. Behind it were some stairs leading down. Not a mark on the ground.
He took the flashlight, the batteries still used the day before and turned it on. Began to fall gently. Kicked away from an empty cardboard box that blocked the passage at the base and down the hall that opened before him.
mentally counted the doors behind him. Two on the left aisle, one on the right, another mass on the left, one out of the doorway to the right, another hallway ...
found I was looking for. "Maintenance" read into it. He opened and ran with the torch's stay.
with expression of victory went to his goal. A huge metal box placed in a corner. Focused towards the top of work for something and there was laboriously pulley was installed some time ago.
gave thanks once again for this unorthodox construction, a plaster carving simple as it used to be usual, and had to find another place to store your stuff.
unwound the rope, passed through the pulley and tied one knot to support emerging from the trunk.
left his belongings on the floor and pulled hard.
The rope went taut, the anchor seemed a punto de salir despedido del muro, pero finalmente resistió.
"Ciento sesenta kilos, puede que más" -pensó el desconocido.
Ciento sesenta kilos de peso que hubieran sido imposibles de mover para una sola persona normal en las condiciones actuales sin los adecuados suministros que le había proporcionado el almacén de la única ferretería del centro del pueblo.
Algo más de ciento sesenta kilos que ahora se cimbreaban en el aire con cada sacudida que daba nuestro protagonista.
Cuando el pesado lastre estuvo a unos cincuenta centimetros del suelo ató Cape still holding the leg of a shelf that supported the weight of dozens of yellow boxes of office supplies.
On the ground, now, had been a steel plate several millimeters thick.
occupied an area larger than the box, but the darkness made it difficult to repair.
pushed the plate with his foot to one side leaving a black hole under it in the open.
gently pushed her away to leave it a big tunnel dug in the ground coarsely. There
wrapped in a plastic and tied with a string, a small bundle strongly demanded his attention.
few cans, a lighter with some gas (without stone), several boxes of matches, a set of eight alkaline batteries with the package, a couple of packets of dried soup and a half liter bottle of also by open water.
A necessary supplies. Brought
sports bag after having shaken well. It kept the packet. Also used to redistribute the weight of the bag from some objects and slung over the shoulder waiting to find something better to carry things.
went through the door of the bank and left the square by one of its streets. Objective one
achieved, he said to himself, now missing the second, finding a place to spend the night in quiet.
And I knew where to look.
(continue on 03/08/1909, I wish you a great holiday!)
The road passed through the village along a sloppy ride. The closed windows across the street. A facade blackened by an outbreak of fire. The cartels of hands "crowned almost all facilities intact. Where there were remnants of the looting could be guessed from the street. A yellow sign welcomed him a few meters before the entrance, offering "the best value for your money."
just paid attention.
He went briskly toward the center of the town. I knew where to spend the night on guard. But I wanted to take a look at something.
During his last visit here was unable to carry all goods I had found, and that opened a small "stash" hidden in one of the blocks from downtown.
traveled along the promenade and at a certain place turned to his inner left in an alley near fully covered by debris. He climbed a mound of rubble surrounded a burning car and finally came to its objective.
Before he opened the town's main square. A source oxidized modernist (and questionable taste) in the center. On the other hand, a half-ruined old house with an unreadable sign on the balcony of his first floor. To the right, town hall, now abandoned. Windows covered by boards. The heavy door closed, secured with a padlock and a heavy chain.
looked to his left. There it was. A modern three-storey fully glazed and embellished in marble.
The former bank branch in town.
He approached the entrance. The door was ajar, as he had left doing something more than a year. He leaned over the threshold. There seemed have fresh tracks in the dust. Went to the lobby. A large hall lay before him. In the distance the solitary windows.
banks had just been attacked. Strange, one would think, to realize the zero value of money in a world implodes.
excepcióny This was not, he supposed, would have been closed as the state security forces found the inability to protect all the places were being looted.
dodged piles of trash and broke the line formed by the counters. Lying on the floor under a chair overturned, a grimy black sports bag. Within it an old but still sturdy rope. It threw her over his shoulder while dirigíaa a corner. There
stopped at a broken door. Behind it were some stairs leading down. Not a mark on the ground.
He took the flashlight, the batteries still used the day before and turned it on. Began to fall gently. Kicked away from an empty cardboard box that blocked the passage at the base and down the hall that opened before him.
mentally counted the doors behind him. Two on the left aisle, one on the right, another mass on the left, one out of the doorway to the right, another hallway ...
found I was looking for. "Maintenance" read into it. He opened and ran with the torch's stay.
with expression of victory went to his goal. A huge metal box placed in a corner. Focused towards the top of work for something and there was laboriously pulley was installed some time ago.
gave thanks once again for this unorthodox construction, a plaster carving simple as it used to be usual, and had to find another place to store your stuff.
unwound the rope, passed through the pulley and tied one knot to support emerging from the trunk.
left his belongings on the floor and pulled hard.
The rope went taut, the anchor seemed a punto de salir despedido del muro, pero finalmente resistió.
"Ciento sesenta kilos, puede que más" -pensó el desconocido.
Ciento sesenta kilos de peso que hubieran sido imposibles de mover para una sola persona normal en las condiciones actuales sin los adecuados suministros que le había proporcionado el almacén de la única ferretería del centro del pueblo.
Algo más de ciento sesenta kilos que ahora se cimbreaban en el aire con cada sacudida que daba nuestro protagonista.
Cuando el pesado lastre estuvo a unos cincuenta centimetros del suelo ató Cape still holding the leg of a shelf that supported the weight of dozens of yellow boxes of office supplies.
On the ground, now, had been a steel plate several millimeters thick.
occupied an area larger than the box, but the darkness made it difficult to repair.
pushed the plate with his foot to one side leaving a black hole under it in the open.
gently pushed her away to leave it a big tunnel dug in the ground coarsely. There
wrapped in a plastic and tied with a string, a small bundle strongly demanded his attention.
few cans, a lighter with some gas (without stone), several boxes of matches, a set of eight alkaline batteries with the package, a couple of packets of dried soup and a half liter bottle of also by open water.
A necessary supplies. Brought
sports bag after having shaken well. It kept the packet. Also used to redistribute the weight of the bag from some objects and slung over the shoulder waiting to find something better to carry things.
went through the door of the bank and left the square by one of its streets. Objective one
achieved, he said to himself, now missing the second, finding a place to spend the night in quiet.
And I knew where to look.
(continue on 03/08/1909, I wish you a great holiday!)
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Britax Belte Problemer
V
A bright light. A voice. He does not understand what he says but he knows that goes with it. After one hand, white, smooth skin. Lying as a bridge that ensures the transition to a better world. Already lost in the memory. Forgotten and the search. A paradise lost than not to return if not as dreamy, misty, ghostly. The hand moves away, tries to reach for the first time he sees before him something which is supposed to be his body. Want to cry and can not. Quietly desperate. Forgot speech, but would like. There is nothing to say. Her lips are sewn.
consquilleo I woke up slightly on the chin. He opened one eye slowly and shook his fist the bug that caused it.
The first-that autumn chill se colaba por las grietas de la casa. El salón ofrecía a la luz diurna un aspecto más deprimente del que recordaba al anochecer. Apuró el contenido de la lata de alubias que había abierto para cenar y comió un par de manzanas. Había tomado alimentos para un par de días, más para trocar con el "mugriento" que como provisiones. En caso de necesidad recordaba donde podía quedar algo en buen estado en ultramarinos y tiendas de las poblaciones cercanas a la ciudad.
Permaneció vigilante y a la escucha en el recibidor de la casa. Oteando por el ruinoso ventanuco, looking for a signal that he wanted to see. For more than an hour. A non-existent hunter stalking prey.
the end, when deemed appropriate, left the house, went back to the road and continued the journey. On one side of the fields and orchards, on the other highway, like a huge gray snake. Skirted the airport and the former army air base, destroyed by looters and hungry when everything started to crumble. Across the way a people who remembered well have cleaned house by house next to an industrial area burned to its foundations.
began to see increasingly darker and remains of vehicles on the road. Went up to her. He looked around. Abandoned hulks on empty and macabre form a bottleneck rusty. Almost all were burned to warm the shivering stars of the urban exodus that first winter. Stacked Asphalt mummified corpses fallen in the long march to nowhere. The belongings thrown open and recorded long ago and looted. A mother hugging a esqueletito amojamada among blackened arms. He closed his eyes. Desolation.
went forward, looking over the wreckage. Looking for anything that might be. Avoiding car accidents, some with a pair of bony hands still gripping the steering wheel.
At noon he stopped for a snack in the shade of an old truck. At dusk estaríaa the city gates. He remembered a couple of places nearby where I could sleep sheltered. Did not want to encounter any of the bands "krusties" that roamed the area. After lunch
climbed
to the roof of the cabin. Noted with concern a small column of smoke in the distance.
"Shit, I need binoculars as soon as possible!" He said to himself.
carefully thought next step. The motorway conducíaa the ring. Since she could find the most appropriate entry to the city. But the smoke forced him to ponder the situation. Did not want to even go there.
He sat in the passenger seat while displaying again the map. Mentally traced a path. Was much longer. If previously raised as more than likely the search for food to complete their journey to success, was now absolutely essential. So once again left the road and took a few meters ahead of the outputs conducíaa one of the nearby towns.
The road led him to a medium-sized town. Abandoned fields were happening on both sides. The small industrial estate bordering the village was totally burned, but the town looked good.
At the entrance stood a moment as he watched the rusty sign with the name of the population. Despite the rust and vegetation could further distinguish the first and last letters of this name: A ---- A
remembered this site. It was one of the last that he had "plundered" and it gave him an advantage.
(continued)
A bright light. A voice. He does not understand what he says but he knows that goes with it. After one hand, white, smooth skin. Lying as a bridge that ensures the transition to a better world. Already lost in the memory. Forgotten and the search. A paradise lost than not to return if not as dreamy, misty, ghostly. The hand moves away, tries to reach for the first time he sees before him something which is supposed to be his body. Want to cry and can not. Quietly desperate. Forgot speech, but would like. There is nothing to say. Her lips are sewn.
consquilleo I woke up slightly on the chin. He opened one eye slowly and shook his fist the bug that caused it.
The first-that autumn chill se colaba por las grietas de la casa. El salón ofrecía a la luz diurna un aspecto más deprimente del que recordaba al anochecer. Apuró el contenido de la lata de alubias que había abierto para cenar y comió un par de manzanas. Había tomado alimentos para un par de días, más para trocar con el "mugriento" que como provisiones. En caso de necesidad recordaba donde podía quedar algo en buen estado en ultramarinos y tiendas de las poblaciones cercanas a la ciudad.
Permaneció vigilante y a la escucha en el recibidor de la casa. Oteando por el ruinoso ventanuco, looking for a signal that he wanted to see. For more than an hour. A non-existent hunter stalking prey.
the end, when deemed appropriate, left the house, went back to the road and continued the journey. On one side of the fields and orchards, on the other highway, like a huge gray snake. Skirted the airport and the former army air base, destroyed by looters and hungry when everything started to crumble. Across the way a people who remembered well have cleaned house by house next to an industrial area burned to its foundations.
began to see increasingly darker and remains of vehicles on the road. Went up to her. He looked around. Abandoned hulks on empty and macabre form a bottleneck rusty. Almost all were burned to warm the shivering stars of the urban exodus that first winter. Stacked Asphalt mummified corpses fallen in the long march to nowhere. The belongings thrown open and recorded long ago and looted. A mother hugging a esqueletito amojamada among blackened arms. He closed his eyes. Desolation.
went forward, looking over the wreckage. Looking for anything that might be. Avoiding car accidents, some with a pair of bony hands still gripping the steering wheel.
At noon he stopped for a snack in the shade of an old truck. At dusk estaríaa the city gates. He remembered a couple of places nearby where I could sleep sheltered. Did not want to encounter any of the bands "krusties" that roamed the area. After lunch
climbed
to the roof of the cabin. Noted with concern a small column of smoke in the distance.
"Shit, I need binoculars as soon as possible!" He said to himself.
carefully thought next step. The motorway conducíaa the ring. Since she could find the most appropriate entry to the city. But the smoke forced him to ponder the situation. Did not want to even go there.
He sat in the passenger seat while displaying again the map. Mentally traced a path. Was much longer. If previously raised as more than likely the search for food to complete their journey to success, was now absolutely essential. So once again left the road and took a few meters ahead of the outputs conducíaa one of the nearby towns.
The road led him to a medium-sized town. Abandoned fields were happening on both sides. The small industrial estate bordering the village was totally burned, but the town looked good.
At the entrance stood a moment as he watched the rusty sign with the name of the population. Despite the rust and vegetation could further distinguish the first and last letters of this name: A ---- A
remembered this site. It was one of the last that he had "plundered" and it gave him an advantage.
(continued)
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Official Morrowind Patch
IV
repented. There was to be left alive such a bastard. It had been played in a good number of times to forgive him now. Then he changed his mind. Did not return. At no time had, so I had to fear reprisals. Or the "Brotherhood", or the allies or associates of the "filthy" (which was, and not a few, considering the success of their exchanges.)
not cost much to find the old highway while away these thoughts from his mind. I had only been in the city once and did not keep a good memory. In the wake of what he specialized in the surrounding towns (in ruins dominate the ancient buildings and worse) than those who, not without difficulty, could start valuables in the rubble.
Once she moved to find a viaduct in good condition and there, sheltered from the wind, displayed a map that had recovered from the station. The terrain was flat to its target and was just punctuated by small towns that were growing (Sizeand number) as it approached the capital of the region.
left the lonely highway and walked down a rural road adjacent to it. Bordering old orange groves and a ruined peasant hut.
At dusk saw what looked like an old manor house partially burned and well away from the road. Stopped. Had to find a place to spend the night and the idea of passing the open not particularly attracted. He looked to the sky, mentally calculated the time it remained sunny (no more than three hours with full light) and decided to take a look. He went
carefully to the house until he lost eye. Recent rains had completed the work that the fire left half so that the upper floors seemed completely inaccessible. In contrast, the floor looked better and retained much of its walls standing.
When I was a few hundred meters or so we bet the bushes.
waited and watched. Nothing
, the wind whipping the branches of the bushes. A window rhythmically hitting the frame. Eolo to howl through the holes, nooks and crannies of the mansion. Nothing
final.
He licked his forefinger and raised it. Reversed its position to stand against the wind and sniffed. Nothing. Neither the characteristic scent of wood smoke and wet as usual hurried off fires. Nor does the peculiar stench given off by krusties (recognizable meters).
Nothing. Or anyone. Apparently it was the only one around.
He approached the entrance and pushed the door slightly. Relented on its hinges and he saw a hall destroyed. Three
more. A blackened before him. Two to each side.
He drew the gun in silence while holding the rod by hand iquierda.
He used to push the door was left ajar on the right. Partially collapsed and a wardrobe full of debris. To his left
what seemed an office wide open.
After ruling people "surprise" in these two rooms moved to the back door. He hung the rod on his back and grabbed the knob with one hand while the other, sweating, clutching the gun.
The burst open and watched. A huge hall completely burned. Something like a charred corpse before him. Blackened furniture. The chimney, beside a large-scale timber, unused by the debris of higher plants. The wind slipping through cracks and crevices. Several doors closed and also affected by the fire.
Nothing of value had not been sacked earlier.
checked the other rooms of the plant demolished a living room, a toilet with traces of dirt and a hole in the wall through which you could see the surrounding area and a kitchen full of dust and decay that had been much less affected by the fire that the living room. There was a small door in one corner. Conducíaa an empty pantry.
back into the room tried to access the first floor. Set foot on a step, crackle, then another, more.
hesitated for a moment. Despite having recorded ruins in worse shape than it was something in that wooden crisp persuaded him to do so. He took the lantern of the bag with a couple of batteries. The ignited and focused to the top floor. The dim yellow light showing tore the floor rests on the first floor interspersed with various furniture and detritus.
seemed determined to resign when he thought he saw something in a corner cleared the landing.
a door.
hesitated again. Could spend the night with some quiet up there?
thought that it was not worth the risk. If he decided to venture there above others could do it. And more so if they meant desperate.
therefore barred as best he could the main gate and the entrances to accommodate Salony tried to sleep on it.
(continued)
repented. There was to be left alive such a bastard. It had been played in a good number of times to forgive him now. Then he changed his mind. Did not return. At no time had, so I had to fear reprisals. Or the "Brotherhood", or the allies or associates of the "filthy" (which was, and not a few, considering the success of their exchanges.)
not cost much to find the old highway while away these thoughts from his mind. I had only been in the city once and did not keep a good memory. In the wake of what he specialized in the surrounding towns (in ruins dominate the ancient buildings and worse) than those who, not without difficulty, could start valuables in the rubble.
Once she moved to find a viaduct in good condition and there, sheltered from the wind, displayed a map that had recovered from the station. The terrain was flat to its target and was just punctuated by small towns that were growing (Sizeand number) as it approached the capital of the region.
left the lonely highway and walked down a rural road adjacent to it. Bordering old orange groves and a ruined peasant hut.
At dusk saw what looked like an old manor house partially burned and well away from the road. Stopped. Had to find a place to spend the night and the idea of passing the open not particularly attracted. He looked to the sky, mentally calculated the time it remained sunny (no more than three hours with full light) and decided to take a look. He went
carefully to the house until he lost eye. Recent rains had completed the work that the fire left half so that the upper floors seemed completely inaccessible. In contrast, the floor looked better and retained much of its walls standing.
When I was a few hundred meters or so we bet the bushes.
waited and watched. Nothing
, the wind whipping the branches of the bushes. A window rhythmically hitting the frame. Eolo to howl through the holes, nooks and crannies of the mansion. Nothing
final.
He licked his forefinger and raised it. Reversed its position to stand against the wind and sniffed. Nothing. Neither the characteristic scent of wood smoke and wet as usual hurried off fires. Nor does the peculiar stench given off by krusties (recognizable meters).
Nothing. Or anyone. Apparently it was the only one around.
He approached the entrance and pushed the door slightly. Relented on its hinges and he saw a hall destroyed. Three
more. A blackened before him. Two to each side.
He drew the gun in silence while holding the rod by hand iquierda.
He used to push the door was left ajar on the right. Partially collapsed and a wardrobe full of debris. To his left
what seemed an office wide open.
After ruling people "surprise" in these two rooms moved to the back door. He hung the rod on his back and grabbed the knob with one hand while the other, sweating, clutching the gun.
The burst open and watched. A huge hall completely burned. Something like a charred corpse before him. Blackened furniture. The chimney, beside a large-scale timber, unused by the debris of higher plants. The wind slipping through cracks and crevices. Several doors closed and also affected by the fire.
Nothing of value had not been sacked earlier.
checked the other rooms of the plant demolished a living room, a toilet with traces of dirt and a hole in the wall through which you could see the surrounding area and a kitchen full of dust and decay that had been much less affected by the fire that the living room. There was a small door in one corner. Conducíaa an empty pantry.
back into the room tried to access the first floor. Set foot on a step, crackle, then another, more.
hesitated for a moment. Despite having recorded ruins in worse shape than it was something in that wooden crisp persuaded him to do so. He took the lantern of the bag with a couple of batteries. The ignited and focused to the top floor. The dim yellow light showing tore the floor rests on the first floor interspersed with various furniture and detritus.
seemed determined to resign when he thought he saw something in a corner cleared the landing.
a door.
hesitated again. Could spend the night with some quiet up there?
thought that it was not worth the risk. If he decided to venture there above others could do it. And more so if they meant desperate.
therefore barred as best he could the main gate and the entrances to accommodate Salony tried to sleep on it.
(continued)
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Excessive Flatulence Around Your Period
Its easier on paper.
I hate Sheppard and I hate Meredith, and I love Addison. Sure, she slept with another man, we all make mistakes, I mean, its not like I accept its ok to sleep with other people, but what is completelly wrong is to make her believe she even has the smallest chance to get back the life she used to have before she had sex with Mark... that is wrong. If your life as you knew it is over, you accept that eventually to finally move on, but if someone, and specially, if someone you love, tells you, you have a shot to get it back, then you hold on as strong as you can to this opportunity, even when you know you have nothing that assures you its going to happen, and then, your life stops.
So dont do this to the people you love, or eleven loved.
Among other things, life is full of opportunutys apparently see ... tomorrow at 10 am I have an appointment at Bostons to make their advertising to them, apparently the person who made them leave them ill and no longer want, and it is also Sfera, when Zara immediately renounce my application take ; to Sfera, after all this the world of fashion is what I've been doing for two years and I'm really good, I thought, that is, does the same, but change the name and company name , well is that the Sfera manager went to Zara to ask me, so too, after going to Bostons, I I will present in Sfera, I wonder what will result from this.
Also I have to go to the bank to warn that over the next 30 days will not make any payments I had scheduled card cause I dont have a job anymore ... I'll see how much will be the deadline that I can give and I'll have to get used to being on the edge more often.
I should also study for my examanes, why should I finish before you run out of opportunities to enter the best schools, I analyze the opportunity to earn a scholarship so I also owe a lot of studying to get into that opportunity, because as my last year and for that nonsense is not worth 3 years, my average last year went to the pipe, and did not realize ... how is it that all your effort and everything you do brings expiration date. If you kill a whole weekend and you do not do your Christmas shopping, show up at meetings or whatever to make Christmas dinner, Christmas dinner is also made to lose, but just know it's worth if at least one point, someone I enjoy, and improvement if someone you care. Only
write this kind of thing in my head mess.
Ps. This weekend I was on the beach, I like to be back and have not given up this ... and while I was here, I enjoyed it so far failed.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Qoutes About Headache
leik a record!
you spin me right round baby right round
ah my head spin! I Might Need glasses ... is a trend, first sylvia, im next to this quest!
in other news i still dont have a job, i still dont have my papers from high school and even I have nothing and everything is that everywhere are a fucking fascist ask you a thousand things to get a fucking piece of paper that only has your name! i mean! its me! GIVE IT TO ME! (Madonna deja-vu)
did not do much more today than yesterday. SYLVIA
Hows THAT YOU ARE WHERE YOU ARE NEVER ONLINE?!
you spin me right round baby right round
ah my head spin! I Might Need glasses ... is a trend, first sylvia, im next to this quest!
in other news i still dont have a job, i still dont have my papers from high school and even I have nothing and everything is that everywhere are a fucking fascist ask you a thousand things to get a fucking piece of paper that only has your name! i mean! its me! GIVE IT TO ME! (Madonna deja-vu)
did not do much more today than yesterday. SYLVIA
Hows THAT YOU ARE WHERE YOU ARE NEVER ONLINE?!
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Grand Touring All Season Tire Reviews
cookiedough4eve @ 2009-04-07T20:56:00
dude! i was watching 90210 in sony entertainment televison, and MAN! when did being and acting leik a complete asshole became anywhere near being cool?!!!
i dont want my children watching this kind of shows!
and i know im far from having children anyways well i dont want people watching this SHMUCKNESS!
it is... stupid!
drugs? casual sex? DUDE!!! this is wrong!
dude! i was watching 90210 in sony entertainment televison, and MAN! when did being and acting leik a complete asshole became anywhere near being cool?!!!
i dont want my children watching this kind of shows!
and i know im far from having children anyways well i dont want people watching this SHMUCKNESS!
it is... stupid!
drugs? casual sex? DUDE!!! this is wrong!
Pink Cm Discharge Around Period Time
cookiedough4eve @ 2009-04-07T19:09:00
Dryspell :(
As you surelly know by now, Im Unemployed, and have not been for two years before now so Im having problems writing my curriculum, so, if you please write a couple of smart sentences about myself so I can put in my paper, I'll make sure of writing you back with something that makes you special.
Thank you very much .
:)
Dryspell :(
As you surelly know by now, Im Unemployed, and have not been for two years before now so Im having problems writing my curriculum, so, if you please write a couple of smart sentences about myself so I can put in my paper, I'll make sure of writing you back with something that makes you special.
Thank you very much .
:)
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Is Digital 3d Blurry?
this i wrote in the airport two nights ago.
Estoy en un Wings en el aeropuerto internacional de Benito Juarez en la ciudad del Distrito Federal. Acabo de perder mi vuelo a Merida, estoy solo, moneyless, frustrado, cansado, agripado, no he dormido bien en semanas, decepcionado de la vida, de mi trabajo, con ganas de tirar la toalla y mandar todo al carajo. Ya no quiero seguir con mi trabajo, no me gusta, este viaje solo me abrio la mente y me pude dar cuenta de lo horrible que es mi empleo, y lo genial que yo crei que era termino siendo nada comparado con lo nefasto que realmente llega a ser, as if the pink heart shaped glasses or whatever they had lost. I only need a dose of reality delivered directly into the coronary vein and spreading like a plague throughout the body from head to toe. I should never have come this far. At that time a full waiver for a promise, which in my case ended up being nothing. And leaving it all behind you, that kind of decision is that? Perhaps hasty? wrong mmm sounds better.
Until 30 days would leave my life, family and friends back for a promise, all these days I woke up too early, I went to bed too late, I have committed most of the account and I sweated so I should not, stop eating, stop sleeping and get the time to stop thinking clearly outside the tent, so much so he did not remember if the day had anything to eat or even if I had bathed. Wanting to sleep only three hours a day even if but finally reached disrupted my hotel room alone with hope that soon 1 Anoy 11 months of effort and hard work to give their reward, I Was damn wrong.
The world is driven by politics and politicians, and as much as I consider myself a social being, not as to politics, no, I can not walk far CRAWLER gossip or anything with my superiors, no, not me I can relax and cheating or covering up something that's look good, I can not do what is right, and even if I do not consider model of rectitude, MAN! osea no mames ... things just are wrong.
And so step and two days ago ended in "Would you like to change here? but it is the same as "PLOP
NO THANKS.
Not for nothing but the moment they saw me in the eye and said they loved me, and second, i was shitting Already itching to run clear after musta slapped everyone. No, I will follow the same, and no I'm not even a second more willing to be the same, so the change of residence, so leave behind people that I consider essential in life, so much trouble and So much change, so the loneliness That my sacrifice! If you also want me to starve and walk to work are very wrong, I mean, between rent and transport, DF just me.
I tired.
So, let Zara.
Ps. And yes, I promised, and I met ... twice. I'm also not stupid enough to wait for the third.
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And now Im in Merida and Im very very very happy I have
Friday, February 27, 2009
How Much Would A Grave Digger Rc Truck Be
Fuera de casa.
and 12 days in the Federal District, and so far, Im not liking it. I mean sure its a big city with lots of stuff and so, yet, not does have Those Things I enjoy and love, Things like the nice weather, and my friends and my family and well you know, my hole life!
Recaaaga I get up in the mornings so cold literal emputa me, I start cursing and insulting, and Im not a person Who Usually insults, But Something That really cracks up my Nerves is, the cold, and like cold and Stock Not The One I Knew, nooooo, this cold is an insult to human kind ... it sucks!
I miss you all. J.
and 12 days in the Federal District, and so far, Im not liking it. I mean sure its a big city with lots of stuff and so, yet, not does have Those Things I enjoy and love, Things like the nice weather, and my friends and my family and well you know, my hole life!
Recaaaga I get up in the mornings so cold literal emputa me, I start cursing and insulting, and Im not a person Who Usually insults, But Something That really cracks up my Nerves is, the cold, and like cold and Stock Not The One I Knew, nooooo, this cold is an insult to human kind ... it sucks!
I miss you all. J.
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