under construction ....
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Formal Letter To Leave Apartment
dress and breakfast
Atnussa coined the term Dress and Breakfast to design, test, or rent your gown with historical all'opportuntà of a holiday in Puglia.
guests can reside Atnussa sea in Porto Cesareo (LE), Salento in the countryside or in towns: Lecce or Bari
guests can reside Atnussa sea in Porto Cesareo (LE), Salento in the countryside or in towns: Lecce or Bari
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Dairymotion Miyashita Anna
Invia le tue misure
Write your measurements using the address in the "Contacts" 
Write your measurements using the address in the "Contacts"
Monday, September 22, 2008
Duct Tape On Genital Warts
More cuts to university bothers me wasted ...
Above a video that had marked long, just to hate even more the Benetton and associates.
Cut Investment in schools is equal to saw the trunk of a tree while sitting on the highest branch. The future Italy was created in universities, high schools, kindergartens. If it comes out rubbish, the country will remain a dump.
When it comes to discussing school employment, researchers fired, of 50,000 temporary teachers who remain at home. About our children but nobody talks. The consequences for their studies. Less investment means less quality, fewer classrooms, fewer laboratories, fewer networking, pc less for students.
In a few years we have gone from the Internet and English the second Berlusconi government (remember the three I?) To the aprons of the third Gelmini Berlusconi government. The fourth, whether there will be, will introduce the abacus in any class. The psycho-dwarf size because it has no more money. They have not been to school. For other expenses rather than the problem does not arise.
Catania, a city of failure 'Scapagnini former mayor, will receive 150 million euro. It will not even police stations. The City of Rome ruined by Topo Gigio Veltroni, has received € 500 million to cover the deficit. And since 2010, this sum of money (five hundred) will become a permanent annual funding.
Tar Head does not cut the provinces (to rule), the salaries of the MPs (the highest in Europe), parliamentarians (the largest by number of inhabitants in Europe). Not amalgamating municipalities under 5,000 inhabitants, does not abolish one of the rooms.
can not dismiss the politicians and their lackeys.
Students of the Polytechnic of Milan got a letter for the new academic year. Informs them that:
"It 'was published in the Official Gazette the decree law No 112, which provides for the entire university system, a strong reduction of staff and the Financing Fund Ordinary, or those resources that each year the state invests in the University. This measure will lead to the Politecnico di Milano a significant shortage of staff, and particularly affects the expectations of all those employees who provide their research work under the precarious, pending the desirability of a competition. Compared to the reduction of funds then it is clear that the estimated cut for the University between 20 and 40 million euro will affect his policies in education, research and development. "
Fiscal federalism League is producing its effects. Funds to communities in the South failed, cuts to the University of the North. Belin, so I can too.
From the blog of Beppe Grillo
Segnalo also article Daveri lavoce.info up: an alternative perspective to the most common, that inflation in the post-crisis period.
And then, Facebook curse, I will try to update the blog:)
(C) 
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Mcq In Visual Basic With Ans
Pills and ingots
carried an article appeared recently in the journal Nature. But Poggiolini who remembered him more? Piduista slap ...
NATURE - Vol 454 broke into the house of Duilio Poggiolini, head of the national committee for drug registration, and discovered gold bullion under his floorboards. For many Italians, the image of that gleaming bullion still resonates — an enduring symbol of a time when government officials, up to and including the health minister, routinely took bribes from the pharmaceutical industry to approve drugs and fix their prices. Steps were taken to avoid such a situation arising again. So it
is worrying that Nello Martini, a pharmacist with no political associations, has been removed by Prime Minister Silvio Berlusconi’s new government as head of AIFA, the autonomous agency created in 2004 to register drugs and supervise their use. Martini successfully carried out a mandate to limit spiralling drug expenditure to 13% of the total health budget. But in the process he incurred the wrath of industry. Only a few weeks ago, government prosecutors in Turin charged Martini with disastro colposo, or ‘causing unintentional disaster’, for bureaucratic delays in updating the packaging information on the side effects of a few drugs — although none required more than minor rewording of existing text. Martini was replaced in the middle of July by microbiologist Guido Rasi, a member of AIFA’s administrative board, who has been described in the Italian press as being close to the far-right party Alleanza Nazionale, which forms part of Berlusconi’s coalition government. Even more worryingly, the government, which took office in May, says it plans to reduce AIFA’s power by separating the pricing of drugs from technical considerations of their efficacy, bringing pricing back into the health and welfare ministry. At a time when all countries are struggling to find a way to pay for hugely expensive new-generation drugs within limited budgets, this makes little sense. The autonomous agency needs to be able to integrate all technical and economic information if Italy is to operate a cost-effective health system. More over, the health and welfare ministry’s connections with industry are uncomfortably close. For example, the wife of the minister Maurizio Sacconi is the directorgeneral of Farmindustria, the association that promotes the interests of the pharmaceutical industry. In fact, Berlusconi's government has shown tendencies to allow industrial Interests unsettling to gain Influence agencies were over. A few weeks after Martin's dismissal, the Italian space agency Was put into the hands of a commissioner who heads the space division of the aerospace giant Finmeccanica. Should the government think twice about Whether it really wants to open the door That Was Deliberately Poggiolini closed after the affair.
Fifteen years ago at the height of 'Clean Hands', the police stormed the home of Duilio Poggiolini, the head of the national committee for drug registration and found gold bars hidden under his floor. For many Italians, the image of those bars is still vivid bright, symbolizing permanently the days when government officials, including Minister of Health, took bribes to approve drugs by pharmaceutical companies and price stability.
[...] today is worrying the choice of the Berlusconi government to remove Nello Martini, a pharmacist with no political ties, the management of AIFA, the autonomous agency created in 2004 to approve the drug and monitor its use. Martini has been successful in limiting the increase in pharmaceutical expenditure to 13% of health spending budget, but doing so has sparked the ire of the [...]
Martini has been replaced in mid-July by microbiologist Guido Rasi, a member of AIFA and described by the Italian press as close to the National Alliance [...] Even more worrying is the government, took office in May, says it will reduce AIFA powers by separating the pricing of medicines in a technical evaluation of their effectiveness, returning the power to decide on prices at the Ministry of Health and Welfare.
In a time when all nations are struggling to be able to pay, with reduced budgets, the higher and higher prices for new generation drugs, this choice makes little sense. If Italy wants to make an efficient policy on health care costs, then the independent agency should be able to integrate all technical information with economic ones. For more about the connections between the Ministries of Health and Welfare with the industrial system are uncomfortably close: for example, the wife of the Minister Maurizio Sacconi has been the director general of Farmindustria, the association that promotes the interests of pharmaceutical companies.
fact, the Berlusconi government has already shown the disturbing trend of allowing corporate interests to extend their influence over state agencies .. The government should think twice if it is indeed the case to reopen the door which was barred after the case Poggiolini.
[From Nature 7 August 2008] Source: http://www.beppegrillo.it (C)
carried an article appeared recently in the journal Nature. But Poggiolini who remembered him more? Piduista slap ...
NATURE - Vol 454 broke into the house of Duilio Poggiolini, head of the national committee for drug registration, and discovered gold bullion under his floorboards. For many Italians, the image of that gleaming bullion still resonates — an enduring symbol of a time when government officials, up to and including the health minister, routinely took bribes from the pharmaceutical industry to approve drugs and fix their prices. Steps were taken to avoid such a situation arising again. So it
is worrying that Nello Martini, a pharmacist with no political associations, has been removed by Prime Minister Silvio Berlusconi’s new government as head of AIFA, the autonomous agency created in 2004 to register drugs and supervise their use. Martini successfully carried out a mandate to limit spiralling drug expenditure to 13% of the total health budget. But in the process he incurred the wrath of industry. Only a few weeks ago, government prosecutors in Turin charged Martini with disastro colposo, or ‘causing unintentional disaster’, for bureaucratic delays in updating the packaging information on the side effects of a few drugs — although none required more than minor rewording of existing text. Martini was replaced in the middle of July by microbiologist Guido Rasi, a member of AIFA’s administrative board, who has been described in the Italian press as being close to the far-right party Alleanza Nazionale, which forms part of Berlusconi’s coalition government. Even more worryingly, the government, which took office in May, says it plans to reduce AIFA’s power by separating the pricing of drugs from technical considerations of their efficacy, bringing pricing back into the health and welfare ministry. At a time when all countries are struggling to find a way to pay for hugely expensive new-generation drugs within limited budgets, this makes little sense. The autonomous agency needs to be able to integrate all technical and economic information if Italy is to operate a cost-effective health system. More over, the health and welfare ministry’s connections with industry are uncomfortably close. For example, the wife of the minister Maurizio Sacconi is the directorgeneral of Farmindustria, the association that promotes the interests of the pharmaceutical industry. In fact, Berlusconi's government has shown tendencies to allow industrial Interests unsettling to gain Influence agencies were over. A few weeks after Martin's dismissal, the Italian space agency Was put into the hands of a commissioner who heads the space division of the aerospace giant Finmeccanica. Should the government think twice about Whether it really wants to open the door That Was Deliberately Poggiolini closed after the affair.
Fifteen years ago at the height of 'Clean Hands', the police stormed the home of Duilio Poggiolini, the head of the national committee for drug registration and found gold bars hidden under his floor. For many Italians, the image of those bars is still vivid bright, symbolizing permanently the days when government officials, including Minister of Health, took bribes to approve drugs by pharmaceutical companies and price stability.
[...] today is worrying the choice of the Berlusconi government to remove Nello Martini, a pharmacist with no political ties, the management of AIFA, the autonomous agency created in 2004 to approve the drug and monitor its use. Martini has been successful in limiting the increase in pharmaceutical expenditure to 13% of health spending budget, but doing so has sparked the ire of the [...]
Martini has been replaced in mid-July by microbiologist Guido Rasi, a member of AIFA and described by the Italian press as close to the National Alliance [...] Even more worrying is the government, took office in May, says it will reduce AIFA powers by separating the pricing of medicines in a technical evaluation of their effectiveness, returning the power to decide on prices at the Ministry of Health and Welfare.
In a time when all nations are struggling to be able to pay, with reduced budgets, the higher and higher prices for new generation drugs, this choice makes little sense. If Italy wants to make an efficient policy on health care costs, then the independent agency should be able to integrate all technical information with economic ones. For more about the connections between the Ministries of Health and Welfare with the industrial system are uncomfortably close: for example, the wife of the Minister Maurizio Sacconi has been the director general of Farmindustria, the association that promotes the interests of pharmaceutical companies.
fact, the Berlusconi government has already shown the disturbing trend of allowing corporate interests to extend their influence over state agencies .. The government should think twice if it is indeed the case to reopen the door which was barred after the case Poggiolini.
[From Nature 7 August 2008] Source: http://www.beppegrillo.it (C)
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Thursday, September 11, 2008
I Get Thrush Every Month After My Period
Millennium
Since the Higgs field is a scalar field, 
Higgs bosons have spin zero. Autumns of the millennium has a flavor all their own. Li breath coming, the beginning of September ... Every year I find my first day of autumn, this year was the first of September. It must have been some leaves yellow than usual or the light air, but to no avail the heat in recent days to delude myself. Ends the summer and I stand by listening Hagnesta Hill of Kent, waiting
Buquet of October. For now I enjoy the purple sky behind the black silhouettes of the rows, at dusk. In returning to the house there is only the moonlight, a complicated scent and the silence that the bride, each horizon is well shaped, smooth and clear every shadow. Walk your dog through the fields of corn already harvested.
I woke up mid-morning to attend to two matters on the computer while streaming followed in the experiment at CERN ... Seeing the accelerator, thinking the complexity of such a technological jewel, I understand the joy that had to try those physical ... respondents happy, almost children, are proud to show the screen of their laptops to cameras, portraying a lightning blue with no sense for most of the spectators, but you could tell how important it was for him.
scientist working for years, builds a world of laws and trusting intuition of numbers known as the Higgs boson. But why is called "God particle" I realized when I saw the scientists
follow the first beam of protons around, leaning on the screens, full of hope on their notebooks ... did much more than speed paerticelle.
was the man who spoke with the Divine, with crumbs of a second "before" the beginning of space and time. The same afternoon I signed my last exam booklet and the joy of finishing my studies and remains a bit 'dirty with the thought that probably my theoretical knowledge will be still here roughly, what I've learned to shots of stress, weekend non-existent, colossal sleep until noon, open-book two in the morning and a lot of friends and fun. Autumn of the first millennium unprecedented terminating my life as a student, and how trivial it makes me a strange effect. Photographer my bed, hoping to capture the dreams that bend the fabric. And if we pay attention and exquisite melancholy.
(C)
was the man who spoke with the Divine, with crumbs of a second "before" the beginning of space and time. The same afternoon I signed my last exam booklet and the joy of finishing my studies and remains a bit 'dirty with the thought that probably my theoretical knowledge will be still here roughly, what I've learned to shots of stress, weekend non-existent, colossal sleep until noon, open-book two in the morning and a lot of friends and fun. Autumn of the first millennium unprecedented terminating my life as a student, and how trivial it makes me a strange effect. Photographer my bed, hoping to capture the dreams that bend the fabric. And if we pay attention and exquisite melancholy.
(C)
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Do Epileptics Feel Pain During Seizures
Broadcasts will resume as soon as possible
that could be and have not been
...
The summer sun is not the remember, a little 'to ease a bit' to hurt ... Summer and women, so that's what it is, and get upset, remind you that you never stop growing and that you'll never tire of wanting to be a child. I throw a glance back, I think the last page written on the fly a few hours before boarding the bus to Croatia, my supervisor sent to the last minute. No time to figure out and here I am again thrown nell'ambrosia fun, with old and new friends. The usual lump in my throat the way back, but now we have become accustomed asoltare just not the same songs, once home to give a hand to recover. The Water Lily
Party a success. Even as I write I keep wearing the shirt and I smile thinking about how many people became friends. many evenings in late, without going too hard ... a bit 'of neglect and a chair in the garden. Many friends with whom I have done a little way, an evening or a holiday with others a life.
What to study but you have little desire, Seba, this time we must go all ... yet shake off the idea that the days of idleness are finished ... it's really too hard sometimes, I invent cocktails and evenings wandering just to fill your calendar with the other, the excuse at dusk.
...
The summer sun is not the remember, a little 'to ease a bit' to hurt ... Summer and women, so that's what it is, and get upset, remind you that you never stop growing and that you'll never tire of wanting to be a child. I throw a glance back, I think the last page written on the fly a few hours before boarding the bus to Croatia, my supervisor sent to the last minute. No time to figure out and here I am again thrown nell'ambrosia fun, with old and new friends. The usual lump in my throat the way back, but now we have become accustomed asoltare just not the same songs, once home to give a hand to recover. The Water Lily
Party a success. Even as I write I keep wearing the shirt and I smile thinking about how many people became friends. many evenings in late, without going too hard ... a bit 'of neglect and a chair in the garden. Many friends with whom I have done a little way, an evening or a holiday with others a life.
What to study but you have little desire, Seba, this time we must go all ... yet shake off the idea that the days of idleness are finished ... it's really too hard sometimes, I invent cocktails and evenings wandering just to fill your calendar with the other, the excuse at dusk.
I enjoy meeting and a poem by Guido Gozzi in his melancholy can always tear a smile ...
I.
I saw the garden adjoining the garden
, the palm trees of the avenue,
the fence from which rough
my outstretched hand and candy ...
II.
"Piccolino, you do all alone?"
"I'm playing the Great Flood."
I mentioned the instrument,
the bizarre things that shape in the sand,
and she bent down as if he had a kiss and quickly
rush to portray the mouth, and kissed me through the bars of
how to kiss a bird in a cage.
Also I live I shall see the charm of that
his face through the bars square!
The back of my head with hands clasped thieves, and I
was amazed to see me next to her face, her mouth a long, long
different from the mouth of my mother!
"Piccolino, you like looking at me? You are here
pei bathrooms? And rent? "
" Yes .. see my mom and my dad? "
It left me with eyes in a vain dream
(later recalled)
a vain dream of motherhood ...
"A !...»
cocotte" What does it mean, mother? "
" It means a bad girl:
not have to talk to the neighbor! "
Co-co-tte ... The strange voice
Paris gave to my fantasy girl
a funny sense of egg and chicken ... I
fabled deities: the Islands
sailors and Happy ...
Co-co-tte ... mischievous fairies designed to
affatturate with food and drinks ... Do
will, who knows what you do,
and who knows what dark offices!
III.
One day - days later - he called me through the bars
flowering verbena:
"Oh baby, do not love me any more !...»
" Is it true that you are a casserole? "
Voyager laughed ...
And kissed me with her eyes full of sadness.
IV.
Among the dead joys and disappointments,
after twenty years, now comes alive
your smile ... Where are you, Miss
bad? Six alive? Who's
(better for you not being alive!)
the descent of the terrible years?
Alas! Which does not help your makeup and cosmetic
is already bad on the last test
lover deserted alcove ...
One, only one: the little creature that
donaste of a kiss and a sweet,
after twenty years, today I found
in a dream, and loves you in a dream and says: I love you ! From that morning
childhood pure
perhaps have loved thee alone, baby!
Maybe I loved you alone! And I'll call you!
If you read these verses recall
back to those who await, or creature!
Come! So what if you are no longer the
quattrenne kissed me? Today t'agogno,
or dressed in time! Today I need
of your past! I'll just make you beautiful
as Carlotta, as Graziella,
like all the women of my dream!
My dream is nourished by neglect,
regret. I do not like the roses that I caught
. I do not like things that could be
and not been ... I see the houses, here are the beautiful garden of roses
than twenty years ago! Besides the bars
your garden intact
among eucalyptus Ligurian ranges ...
Come! T'accoglierà satisfies the soul.
let me see your face undone;
you bacierò, renewed, in the act,
on your mouth from your last grace.
Come! It will be like me, by the hand, you bring back
myself then.
The child will talk to the lady.
resurface from time away.
Come! It will be like if you, by the hand,
I carried you, still young.
[
G. Gozzano
, Cocotte]
(C)
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Today's Is My Sister Wedding Congratulations
Abiti e accessori donna
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Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Message For New Baby For Sending To Friends
Il frac
The male dress of the Romantic period - middle class, is called tuxedo or tails.
Wojkowscy W Gierałtowicach
La divisa storica
Example dress uniform with decorations and orders of a British lancer
Example dress uniform with decorations and orders of a British lancer
Saturday, July 26, 2008
Dementia Swollen Legs
The city I would like to live in now ... Beijing 2008
An enjoyable trip in Berlin, at present the coolest European city, with DJ Paul van Dyk. Take a look to the other cities on
An enjoyable trip in Berlin, at present the coolest European city, with DJ Paul van Dyk. Friday, July 25, 2008
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Jibjab Or Something Like It
The smell of the night
The Sibiton. 
Along a dozen yards, as wide as deep. Santinho cares, preparing the metal to fish passage. 
Water. disappear.
Then comes the time to thoroughly clean the post of captain.
Along a dozen yards, as wide as deep. Santinho cares, preparing the metal to fish passage. And before the tide gets up, he cleans the bottom. 
I only see two black hands and a bucket, a rate that disappear and reappear.
disappear. reappear. I only see two black hands and a bucket, a rate that disappear and reappear. 
Water. disappear. Then comes the time to thoroughly clean the post of captain.
League kite as a wind vane. The untie. The league again, higher. Detangles. The comb carefully, as a mother's hair daughter. Red, yellow and blue, the colors of pure Sibiton. engine trouble, but did not give up, the waves crashing metal.
Sand Joao Vierira.
Two hours of calm seas, clear and soft. Swing swing swing.
All accompanied by some cookies. Along the island's Canhabaque, still a big mystery to me. It seems that here we do the ceremonies that last eight years. During all this time, the boys live in the forest, feeding on her, covering her.
do not have any kind of relationship with all that is woman. If they had a family, should be forgotten.
is not difficult to understand why now many young people do not want undergo this ceremony (
Fanad
)! It is a great sacrifice.
So we slip and we leave this piece of land from the red cliffs behind her mistress of all the islands we will encounter on our way.
finally resting your feet on the wet ground of Joao Vieira. Its sand is white, thin, and under our feet is the same sound of fresh snow. More than just
white palm trees, parrots.
Many sounds that merge into each other. But if you lie on the sand, and close your eyes, hear only the wind through the leaves of coconut ... seem to hear a rain. A waterfall. The night light this land, making it shine, while the water will come down slowly.
Turtles of sand.
We made a sand castle, a village of sand. Li destroyed, trampled upon.
Sara made a sand turtle.
He smiled, he kissed, he kept. He
recognized.
The sacred island.
Imagine that the regulations Canhabaque cross that stretch of Atlantic Ocean (it is very simplistic to speak of the sea) with a canoe hollowed out of a trunk poilon, gives an idea of \u200b\u200bwhat the island of Poilon should be sacred. The sibiton seems far away, in the morning when we try to achieve it. The low tide is at its moment of Max, his feet sinking in a slightly silty sand. You have to walk barefoot, the shoes would otherwise remain attached to the bottom, become "
windy."
Until Joao Vieira will not become a subtle stripe, the water will be "average" move. Then the ocean began to talk about, the waves breaking on the rocks in shallow waters. The sibiton, with all its metal, the fight against the tide, against the wind. Today it seems so light, so helpless.
Then it appears, little by little, finally a strip, which becomes the ground, which becomes rocks, sand gold, savannah. The dock will be even more difficult than the journey. The anchors do not want any more, the boat circling in on itself, the waves carry her everywhere.
Everything here seems to remind us miserable sinners that they set foot, she's the Sagrada Island, and that if you received the grace to be able to set foot just because you wanted it, you gave it to you. In all modes will not be easy to stay there.
A small space in which to plant our tents. The rest of the island for us remains inviolable.
eggs hatched and dried turtle emerge from the sand along with the white shells, wonderful. I pick up and walk, walk and gather.
Traces of green turtles and huge everywhere. little corners of fresh crystal clear water and quiet, hidden among the rocks, copper, green, purple, violet. I let myself go, let it sink into my skin a sacredness that finally belongs to me, feel me.
not take a picture, I'll bring home a single grain of this land. You must stay here, secret, sagrada, granted only to the few who really want to get us here.
My turtle.
I do not deny my strong suggestibility. But I think a small grain of truth is always there.
brief anecdote. It is still turtle season, the first is coming now (in May), the other will come when the rains are more abundant and decided to lay thousands of eggs, a little bogged down in the sand Poilon.
Our hope, of see one, it's very vain.
are squatting in a Conchetta the mangroves, trying to fulfill my "needs." And when, respectfully, cover them, raised his head, and before me, a few meters in shallow water, her.
My turtle, huge, who throws his head out, blow out water from large nostrils, and back down again. The
find out more, a little 'more off.
moon damp.
go to sleep around midnight, exhausted, but still with that little bit of adrenaline in the body, which will allow us to wake up two hours later. Preto (which means black in Italian), the great general of the turtles, awakens us to the two in the morning.
The moon is high, so powerful that hide the stars, as if it would be our only guide.
We venture along the beach, walking slowly but steadily. The sand is cold, wet, heavy.
In six, one behind the other, we walk in silence, only the words needed.
The hope is to surprise a tortoise during spawning.
The island is not large, is covered in just over an hour.
The cold, wet, wind of the ocean are beginning to enter the bone, the fatigue to take over, hoping to spy a unique event diminishes.
So, little by little tired, we go back in the tent.
smile anyway the idea of \u200b\u200bhaving breathed air at night, a slightly bitter and pungent aroma, tinged with the aroma of cabaceira.
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(C)
Sand Joao Vierira.
Two hours of calm seas, clear and soft. Swing swing swing.
All accompanied by some cookies. Along the island's Canhabaque, still a big mystery to me. It seems that here we do the ceremonies that last eight years. During all this time, the boys live in the forest, feeding on her, covering her.
do not have any kind of relationship with all that is woman. If they had a family, should be forgotten.
is not difficult to understand why now many young people do not want undergo this ceremony (
Fanad
)! It is a great sacrifice.
So we slip and we leave this piece of land from the red cliffs behind her mistress of all the islands we will encounter on our way.
finally resting your feet on the wet ground of Joao Vieira. Its sand is white, thin, and under our feet is the same sound of fresh snow. More than just
white palm trees, parrots.
Many sounds that merge into each other. But if you lie on the sand, and close your eyes, hear only the wind through the leaves of coconut ... seem to hear a rain. A waterfall. The night light this land, making it shine, while the water will come down slowly.
Turtles of sand.
We made a sand castle, a village of sand. Li destroyed, trampled upon.
Sara made a sand turtle.
He smiled, he kissed, he kept. He
recognized.
The sacred island.
Imagine that the regulations Canhabaque cross that stretch of Atlantic Ocean (it is very simplistic to speak of the sea) with a canoe hollowed out of a trunk poilon, gives an idea of \u200b\u200bwhat the island of Poilon should be sacred. The sibiton seems far away, in the morning when we try to achieve it. The low tide is at its moment of Max, his feet sinking in a slightly silty sand. You have to walk barefoot, the shoes would otherwise remain attached to the bottom, become "
windy."
Until Joao Vieira will not become a subtle stripe, the water will be "average" move. Then the ocean began to talk about, the waves breaking on the rocks in shallow waters. The sibiton, with all its metal, the fight against the tide, against the wind. Today it seems so light, so helpless.
Then it appears, little by little, finally a strip, which becomes the ground, which becomes rocks, sand gold, savannah. The dock will be even more difficult than the journey. The anchors do not want any more, the boat circling in on itself, the waves carry her everywhere.
Everything here seems to remind us miserable sinners that they set foot, she's the Sagrada Island, and that if you received the grace to be able to set foot just because you wanted it, you gave it to you. In all modes will not be easy to stay there.
A small space in which to plant our tents. The rest of the island for us remains inviolable.
eggs hatched and dried turtle emerge from the sand along with the white shells, wonderful. I pick up and walk, walk and gather.
Traces of green turtles and huge everywhere. little corners of fresh crystal clear water and quiet, hidden among the rocks, copper, green, purple, violet. I let myself go, let it sink into my skin a sacredness that finally belongs to me, feel me.
not take a picture, I'll bring home a single grain of this land. You must stay here, secret, sagrada, granted only to the few who really want to get us here.
My turtle.
I do not deny my strong suggestibility. But I think a small grain of truth is always there.
brief anecdote. It is still turtle season, the first is coming now (in May), the other will come when the rains are more abundant and decided to lay thousands of eggs, a little bogged down in the sand Poilon.
Our hope, of see one, it's very vain.
are squatting in a Conchetta the mangroves, trying to fulfill my "needs." And when, respectfully, cover them, raised his head, and before me, a few meters in shallow water, her.
My turtle, huge, who throws his head out, blow out water from large nostrils, and back down again. The
find out more, a little 'more off.
moon damp.
go to sleep around midnight, exhausted, but still with that little bit of adrenaline in the body, which will allow us to wake up two hours later. Preto (which means black in Italian), the great general of the turtles, awakens us to the two in the morning.
The moon is high, so powerful that hide the stars, as if it would be our only guide.
We venture along the beach, walking slowly but steadily. The sand is cold, wet, heavy.
In six, one behind the other, we walk in silence, only the words needed.
The hope is to surprise a tortoise during spawning.
The island is not large, is covered in just over an hour.
The cold, wet, wind of the ocean are beginning to enter the bone, the fatigue to take over, hoping to spy a unique event diminishes.
So, little by little tired, we go back in the tent.
smile anyway the idea of \u200b\u200bhaving breathed air at night, a slightly bitter and pungent aroma, tinged with the aroma of cabaceira.
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Monday, July 21, 2008
Motion Sensor Circuit Design
L'abito femminile
Corriere delle Dame cit., A.1844, October 23
Sweet and delicate female is the kind in vogue, with their backs lunate, the white forehead, milky neck, and cheek just tinged with vermilion, and the tiny mouth, white teeth, hair that give blacks more prominent in contrast to skin, eyes and even blacks, praised especially if they have any blue dye morato, which adds to 'eye vagueness and loveliness.
Corriere delle Dame cit., A.1844, October 23
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Saturday, July 19, 2008
Are Blunt Wraps Addictive
Gilet ottocenteschi
nineteenth-century waistcoat, evening or for the full Scot
nineteenth-century waistcoat, evening or for the full Scot
The waistcoat or vest is fashionable also for dancing. The fabric can be made that is smooth, even with small motifs in gold and silver.
can be a very open and double-breasted or shawl, with a single row of buttons, and small chisel.
top The male dress
Vuze Infinity Problem
Preziosi
necklaces, brooches, bracelets, cuff links, and any cameos Jewel century made with precious materials or costume jewelry.
necklaces, brooches, bracelets, cuff links, and any cameos Jewel century made with precious materials or costume jewelry.
Self Defense Store New York Sap Gloves
Cuffie e cuffiettine
Headphones are essential fashion accessories.
round or oval, with ribbons and lace, the headphones usually hid the profile of the wearer.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
How Long Does Haemotoma Takes To Dissolve
Sireia
The size oranges. 
The hand seems to do a dance, the orange circles in and leans against the blade as a head on a cushion. Wheel with rhythm and regularity. In a single gesture loses its orange color to capture a new image, the ball becomes a spiral. Another spiral falls to the ground. few seconds, a horizontal cut to uncover and eventually you're offered, juicy and sweet. 
hundred francs three oranges.
hundred francs three oranges. 
time caju. When the wind creates small vortices, the dust rises, it's time to caju. routes sweetish smell of fermented fruits. The Candonga double height, loading bins and cans, yellow and white, twenty or fifty liters. From the capital empty, make sure the roof with fishing nets. They return
well stacked heavy and slightly alcoholic, plugged with leaves of the same tree.
spread quickly to Bissau, will be drunk, swallowed like juice, but much more frequently as wine.
The market for shoes.
The illusion of choice and prosperity. There are several ways to get a pair of shoes here. You can go to the shoemaker, scattered here and there, hunched in small containers, or on the streets. Usually create magical inventions with the old tires for soles and goatskin belt. You sit down, resting his foot on a piece of paper, newspaper, ... and you're done. As a child, I surrounded the hand, finger after finger, a hundred times, the shoemaker repeatedly tickles your footprint. Only a few days, and you'll have a pair of custom-made footwear.
Another way is that of supermarkets, shops or Chinese ... but for the standardization of the country are certainly not so accessible. Definitely win in terms of choice. Last
away, a bit 'more tiring, but no less interesting, is that of recycling.
is not so easy to explain but in summary: the choice is not going through the model, and then rule on the measure, but rather the contrary.
Of that number, there is only one particular model, a well-defined brand. And not only
. Each pair of shoes are cleaned daily (probably being used or waste, who knows why), dried with care, only to be exposed. The stalls overflowing Puma, All Star, Adidas, Reebok, Nike ... as we say in our part, we take what the house offers.
A number, a color, shape, brand.
Espresso Queen Bijagos and Africa.
Traghettone fifties, all metal and bolts, blue and white. Heavy
even at the sight. Within a mixture of
tenativonuovomoderno in the seats, as measured by the old wrought-iron chairs near the bar, and a small round table fintomarmo.
Four classes. In reality, very few differences between the first and third.
The first class costs a thousand pounds, the second hundred, The third pain and fear.
First Class dodicimilacinquecento francs, the few places, maybe thirty, well in the bow, listening to the voice of Cesaria Evora.
Behind one door is always open, the second class seats themselves first, an old television loop that projects in all videos of Michael Jackson, seven thousand francs.
With five thousand francs you sit in third, divided by the second class from a wall that encloses the engine (petrol) ... and of course the soundtrack. On the roof
breathe the ocean wind and looked away.
In the final class you are not even allowed a window. Actually it is not included in the draft, is not in the drawings, plans, or on security plans. It is not difficult to guess that is a hole in the Valley, built between the two holds on the lower floor, crammed with plastic seats like those in waiting rooms in the old stations, acrid smell of sweat, heat, moisture, food, children and old mix, trample, crush, squeeze for three or four hours in a dimly lit Canton where I could not stay longer than five minutes. Boarding at two whistles three times every quarter of an hour. At three o'clock we sail, Bissau is becoming smaller and less threatening, the air flows back into the lungs, the hot sun and cool ocean wind.
mind already beginning to be more lucid.
more relaxed.
Fishing
Africa.
The water is stirred as ribollisse.
one time with each other, without notice.
Only at one point, a circle, a kind of vortex uncontrollable. Here they are, silver, jumping, would be almost happy. In fact, the small silver fish escaping from a predator's largest (and much tastier!): Sireia. Swimmer peel hard and shiny, and yellow fins, sharp.
And now that the boys enter the water, some people throw the fishing rod, who juggles with a wire. Start the battle. I love enters the fray, becoming prey and hunter.
The effort is enormous, given the tonnage of this animal. Leaves, resume, rest, fight ... the muscles are understood, arms like iron as a heart throb. Full adrelina.
until, exhausted, the animal surrenders, is being drawn on the ground where he will await the final blow.
But sometimes (not a few in fact) Sireia wins, nobody loses deception, or has driven the blacks muscles that try to tire him. Defeats the predator, will assume his likeness and hunt relentlessly.
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Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Letterto Join Beauty Course
The silence broken ... (Tears?: P)
Mammamia.
Simple, buttery and compact word that whale in the head from the moment you open up my eyes (I would like to point out that the term "open" is used for the mussels) in the morning.
The correct term would be "eternal and constant anxiety that" ...
But a growing anxiety in the ground of dissatisfaction ...
not experience anxiety on a tree of uncertainty ...
simply a pure and simple question: Why
always call early in the morning?
because they speak so fast?
Why ask me the same things (things he misses paper and pen to write down my data or the neuron with the information commits suicide every time I finish talking)? But above all
(deep breath ).... WHY
'NOTCH so much "CAMPANACCI" SE NN ABLE TO FIND A JOB TO PEOPLE?
You see, after more than a month here at the north pole Europe, you begin to understand some things, to know people and so on ...
These things never happened.
still can not understand a club and I have not met anyone. The only person with whom I have human relationships (and Karima raising Marco) is the recruiter of Hays who called me about 8 or 9 times always leaving a voicemail message (if it's because more than one call a day and be offended crisis in cardiovascular) that I I never understood a bat because he speaks as if he had run out of money in the phone (about 500% faster than an average human).
I know him better than my brother at times (but gets you to the otherwise wants to bring her out to dinner), but still calls me Daniel Leon (as is the film's Jean Reno). The 6 or 7 times I said that I'm unemployed and my last job was in Italy but it keeps asking me what job I do. In short, it's like a nightmare, where a guy smashed the temporal lobe of the brain is convinced of having to meet, and he calls you every morning asking for confirmation for now ...
Returning for a second serious (hard thing Asthe my sanity if it is taken away the constant Rain London) are still with her ass on the ground but do not lose heart and hold on (although as I write my pants are soaked with tears.)
We know that hope is the last to die (though this time it seems to me a challenge like "Tom Thumb against Goiath" or "man of paper that passes through the hot coals without burning) and then we
quiet and serene ( "-Karima just hit his head on the wall! We rise the deposit !!!!- sorry ... apparently there was a mosquito) than ever before.
addition to this we also discovered with great joy that our already 'm perfect for home (the one with the scratched wooden floors, doors broken wall unit, with the scale removed, broken windows, with the basement to the limits of the room and so on ...) has a hole in the wall in the basement from which sprout in the evening nice snails half a meter long, which at best can be used as a pillow, but you alzeresti every morning as if I had drooled over (the pillow) or as if I had slept on a bed of Simmenthal.
In both cases it would not be pleasant.
Daniel
PS
calling me tomorrow morning on the first answer words:
"Go Fuck Yourself And Your Mother That Suck Dicks In The Hell Motherfucki'n. Comprehend DO YOU?"
............
.........
.....
..
.
would be a descent of style for a gentleman like me.
Never mind.
Dany 
Mammamia.
Simple, buttery and compact word that whale in the head from the moment you open up my eyes (I would like to point out that the term "open" is used for the mussels) in the morning.
The correct term would be "eternal and constant anxiety that" ...
But a growing anxiety in the ground of dissatisfaction ...
not experience anxiety on a tree of uncertainty ...
simply a pure and simple question: Why
always call early in the morning?
because they speak so fast?
Why ask me the same things (things he misses paper and pen to write down my data or the neuron with the information commits suicide every time I finish talking)? But above all
(deep breath ).... WHY
'NOTCH so much "CAMPANACCI" SE NN ABLE TO FIND A JOB TO PEOPLE?
You see, after more than a month here at the north pole Europe, you begin to understand some things, to know people and so on ...
These things never happened.
still can not understand a club and I have not met anyone. The only person with whom I have human relationships (and Karima raising Marco) is the recruiter of Hays who called me about 8 or 9 times always leaving a voicemail message (if it's because more than one call a day and be offended crisis in cardiovascular) that I I never understood a bat because he speaks as if he had run out of money in the phone (about 500% faster than an average human).
I know him better than my brother at times (but gets you to the otherwise wants to bring her out to dinner), but still calls me Daniel Leon (as is the film's Jean Reno). The 6 or 7 times I said that I'm unemployed and my last job was in Italy but it keeps asking me what job I do. In short, it's like a nightmare, where a guy smashed the temporal lobe of the brain is convinced of having to meet, and he calls you every morning asking for confirmation for now ...
Returning for a second serious (hard thing Asthe my sanity if it is taken away the constant Rain London) are still with her ass on the ground but do not lose heart and hold on (although as I write my pants are soaked with tears.)
We know that hope is the last to die (though this time it seems to me a challenge like "Tom Thumb against Goiath" or "man of paper that passes through the hot coals without burning) and then we
quiet and serene ( "-Karima just hit his head on the wall! We rise the deposit !!!!- sorry ... apparently there was a mosquito) than ever before.
addition to this we also discovered with great joy that our already 'm perfect for home (the one with the scratched wooden floors, doors broken wall unit, with the scale removed, broken windows, with the basement to the limits of the room and so on ...) has a hole in the wall in the basement from which sprout in the evening nice snails half a meter long, which at best can be used as a pillow, but you alzeresti every morning as if I had drooled over (the pillow) or as if I had slept on a bed of Simmenthal.
In both cases it would not be pleasant.
Daniel
PS
calling me tomorrow morning on the first answer words:
"Go Fuck Yourself And Your Mother That Suck Dicks In The Hell Motherfucki'n. Comprehend DO YOU?"
............
.........
.....
..
.
would be a descent of style for a gentleman like me.
Never mind.
Dany
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Ap Biology Lab 1 Osmosis Diffusion Answers
We apologize for the momentary interruption
I know that the blog these days is not very updated. Even though I'm devoting most of my time for exams (the last but one went well and so I am concentrating "on the last one) the news there.
soon will begin the presale of the waterlily Party 2008. The slogan has already been delivered, as well as the main theme of this year. I do not want to anticipate anything and I refer to the Friday Night Blog for updates (you think you Paul?). I'm just saying we will give it all to surprise our guests.
July will give us something in writing, are in the planning stage of autobiographical short stories peppered with ill-concealed intention intriguing yellow in the country. What the hell am I talking about?
I speak of the summer adventures of Benjamin and Laertes, a young man and his pet dog, half way between the Fletcher with the penis and a commissioner Rex barely more fearful, investigate mysterious cases of Rocciafratta area.
I know that the blog these days is not very updated. Even though I'm devoting most of my time for exams (the last but one went well and so I am concentrating "on the last one) the news there.
soon will begin the presale of the waterlily Party 2008. The slogan has already been delivered, as well as the main theme of this year. I do not want to anticipate anything and I refer to the Friday Night Blog for updates (you think you Paul?). I'm just saying we will give it all to surprise our guests.
July will give us something in writing, are in the planning stage of autobiographical short stories peppered with ill-concealed intention intriguing yellow in the country. What the hell am I talking about?
I speak of the summer adventures of Benjamin and Laertes, a young man and his pet dog, half way between the Fletcher with the penis and a commissioner Rex barely more fearful, investigate mysterious cases of Rocciafratta area.
As usual recommendation: stay tuned to the frequency of summer! 
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(C) Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Are People With The Same Birthday Compatable
(C)
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
What Would Be A Good Masterbation Game
the perfect number .....
How difficult it is to live with two guys, even the simplest things become so complicated by the simple dress in a tiny bathroom, or search for a corner of the house where you can change screaming "not salireeeee !!!!" and then maybe after forgetting to tell you that I finished changing and let down lost an hour wondering why the girls were taking so long to get ready.
attend various competitions burps or who makes the most puzzolente.perchè do? Dani always wins!
listen for days on the same music where the singers seem to want to participate in their races, but with the time the ear is refined and you can almost perceive a melody .... almost .... among other things today also bought the speakers in case I lose some belch!
but it is not only difficult to endure, but also create their own space, sometimes I do prefer to listen to my music taste and if the male leads to everything that calls burps and cries, taste female leads to pain stomach complaints and that inevitably the guys are comedians. and believe me listen to a relaxing song with lost and yearning that Daniel sfotte and watching the empty looking for a reason to love me is not that much more relaxing ....
also my first new age is a little impatient ..... I can not turn on because incense smoke would start the alarm of the whole building, I lost my stones called "shards," Zen and the music in this pretext would also upset by a Monaco.
is not even able to make pretty easy using your boyfriend's shoes, placing layers of sweatshirts to ward off the cold, her hair air dried, made up with a low low light with the pace of preparation of ragazzi.e then exit and see the girls with dresses so light and short that not even put us in August, followed by delicate kind comments of my two companions (I still have not understood for "peas" exactly what they mean) ... and at that point I who I hear the ugly duckling with little hope of becoming Swan (because for You need be nothing more than toxo! and then still do not have to empty the leg put in all the rubbish you are eating londra.ma how can they be so thin in the only city in the world where even the salad fat? ?!!!!) beginning to accompany them in their comments .... lesbians are born or made?!
short, live with two boys, one of which is your boyfriend on our first experience of cohabitation, and the second friend who knew I was strange, but maybe not so much thinking is not easy for me or for them .... that must endure all my outburst, mood swings from pre, during, post ciclo.alle morbid obsessions of cleanliness (it is Friday night we go out??'re crazy!! we must remove !!!!!!) moss from the path to my ideas of furniture (I want to put in a fake fireplace buddha .... LOST "I \u200b\u200bdid not know ".... I am not Buddhist, but I budda feel at home .... LOST "a chandelier is not enough to feel at home?" DANI "I feel at home with the telephone receiver!")
short, have you ever seen the movie You, Me and Dupree? ..... but we are working to become a beautiful FRIENDS, but perhaps the problem is me I just need a bit of SEX AND THE CITY!
Seriously maybe my first experience of living with my boyfriend is not exactly the most conventional, maybe I'm missing all our time, maybe we're getting beat by a couple five eat a salad or all three together in the room the bed and breakfast for our first anniversary .... but if I look at it there are five good data because we found our first house, and we celebrated the anniversary of the in London with a good friend (which is still better than a good wine!), and we're still living a wonderful adventure that will give us many things going for sure .... I will give a great new friend .... and trust that if today did not send me to hell ...... PS
think readers of how difficult it is to live with two guys .... but I assure you that if you knew everything you would expect ... how difficult it is to live with Karim (to say nothing be lost!)
However exceeded where we are experiencing the beginning, getting used to adjusting to each other will be a great adventure .... and then 3 is not the perfect number ???!!!
PPS with Lost bear with me and do not make me feel crazy and hysterical, thanks to Dani to be able to still find reasons to love me among the thousands that do to let 
How difficult it is to live with two guys, even the simplest things become so complicated by the simple dress in a tiny bathroom, or search for a corner of the house where you can change screaming "not salireeeee !!!!" and then maybe after forgetting to tell you that I finished changing and let down lost an hour wondering why the girls were taking so long to get ready.
attend various competitions burps or who makes the most puzzolente.perchè do? Dani always wins!
listen for days on the same music where the singers seem to want to participate in their races, but with the time the ear is refined and you can almost perceive a melody .... almost .... among other things today also bought the speakers in case I lose some belch!
but it is not only difficult to endure, but also create their own space, sometimes I do prefer to listen to my music taste and if the male leads to everything that calls burps and cries, taste female leads to pain stomach complaints and that inevitably the guys are comedians. and believe me listen to a relaxing song with lost and yearning that Daniel sfotte and watching the empty looking for a reason to love me is not that much more relaxing ....
also my first new age is a little impatient ..... I can not turn on because incense smoke would start the alarm of the whole building, I lost my stones called "shards," Zen and the music in this pretext would also upset by a Monaco.
is not even able to make pretty easy using your boyfriend's shoes, placing layers of sweatshirts to ward off the cold, her hair air dried, made up with a low low light with the pace of preparation of ragazzi.e then exit and see the girls with dresses so light and short that not even put us in August, followed by delicate kind comments of my two companions (I still have not understood for "peas" exactly what they mean) ... and at that point I who I hear the ugly duckling with little hope of becoming Swan (because for You need be nothing more than toxo! and then still do not have to empty the leg put in all the rubbish you are eating londra.ma how can they be so thin in the only city in the world where even the salad fat? ?!!!!) beginning to accompany them in their comments .... lesbians are born or made?!
short, live with two boys, one of which is your boyfriend on our first experience of cohabitation, and the second friend who knew I was strange, but maybe not so much thinking is not easy for me or for them .... that must endure all my outburst, mood swings from pre, during, post ciclo.alle morbid obsessions of cleanliness (it is Friday night we go out??'re crazy!! we must remove !!!!!!) moss from the path to my ideas of furniture (I want to put in a fake fireplace buddha .... LOST "I \u200b\u200bdid not know ".... I am not Buddhist, but I budda feel at home .... LOST "a chandelier is not enough to feel at home?" DANI "I feel at home with the telephone receiver!")
short, have you ever seen the movie You, Me and Dupree? ..... but we are working to become a beautiful FRIENDS, but perhaps the problem is me I just need a bit of SEX AND THE CITY!
Seriously maybe my first experience of living with my boyfriend is not exactly the most conventional, maybe I'm missing all our time, maybe we're getting beat by a couple five eat a salad or all three together in the room the bed and breakfast for our first anniversary .... but if I look at it there are five good data because we found our first house, and we celebrated the anniversary of the in London with a good friend (which is still better than a good wine!), and we're still living a wonderful adventure that will give us many things going for sure .... I will give a great new friend .... and trust that if today did not send me to hell ...... PS
think readers of how difficult it is to live with two guys .... but I assure you that if you knew everything you would expect ... how difficult it is to live with Karim (to say nothing be lost!)
However exceeded where we are experiencing the beginning, getting used to adjusting to each other will be a great adventure .... and then 3 is not the perfect number ???!!!
PPS with Lost bear with me and do not make me feel crazy and hysterical, thanks to Dani to be able to still find reasons to love me among the thousands that do to let
Monday, June 23, 2008
Hawaiian Phrases From Lilo And Stich
Hello ........ Hello??
First steps in the working world.
Trabochetti, pitfalls, traps and transcendental in short, an endless grind. After the operation
house-clean (a bit like hand-cleaned, but at home), where it turned out that our garden path was not green but it was only covered by a thin (not even too much) layer of moss (In fact, now is yellow egg, almost better than before), we moved the intended action "Work in the UK", which for now is still "work in progress".
I would have preferred something more to "Anarchy in the UK", such as unleashed dogs around the house (to be occupied Squatters style) and people sleeping on the floor, beer bottles everywhere, including the bathtub.
joke of course (but then will not it?), Home okay, and I do not like to use the bath mat as a poor man who may not even remember the reason for which is lying in my bathroom, hug the cup at 11 am.
Returning to the theme (I have really strayed too) the goal now looms like a cloud leaden work (listen to words that you throw out! So fucking loud!) over our heads (and I mean heads pockets). Two thousand curricula (paragraphs that have nothing to do with your butt) sent within 48 hours, with the result of five brokers with their calls were interrupted
At this point, one thing I have understood de sti Broker: either try to make you stop smoking, or trying not to get to sleep or to "eliminate hypertension from too much coffee.
The three cases can still be summarized in a nutshell:
"With the excuse to get yourself a favor, to" break the bad balls. "
But the most tragic thing is not the break lost, but the phone call that comes immediately after the answer, that with a good series, it ends like this:
Me: Hello!
Broker: ................. (Nnamo well)
Me: hello?
Broker: Hi! Are you Daniel A ?
Me: Yes, DANIELE
Broker: A Hi Daniel, how are you?
Me: Fine thanks! (Not true! I hate you! Why do not you call me Daniel And, it takes ?!?!?! )
Broker: Good, I'm calling for the CV That You Have uploafren dfsdcv, fcwdfv wvcjo. RIGHT?
Me: Mmm .... ..... yes ...? (Macheccazzhadetto?)
Broker: Fine! So i want to ask you sometadlkvs fse tor. Rsssvlivsli. OK? I
: mhhh ... yes? But, can you please speak a little slowly?
Broker: (tone disappointed / surprised ).... all right, I know the first question is: How dfwefihjo, dare wfvoih in London?
Me: (oh my God, the demand for reserves? Statistical throw myself!) .... I'm Arrived 2 weeks in August
Broker: Good. So what atreti fortji, C, Finwë?
Me: (I start in a cold sweat) ... .... mhhh CAD Tecnichian?
Broker: All right, and how gigivon dvli, sohkjlv, SALARY?
Me: (deaf! I understand! Deaf!) Something Between 15-20 hundred pounds per year.
Broker: ...... Are you sure? Probably you mean THOUSAND per year?
Me: (azz begins to suspect that it is ignorant, come round!) Yes, of course, thousand.
Broker: Ok and when to ynln are rilwvwwi iwp, sfgij?
Me: (not ... now I'll never attack! No, I'll jump!) I can start immediately.
Broker: Daniel Good, i will contact you soon.
Me: Yes .. but ... it's .... are ... do ... possible to ...... Receive the .... call .... letter .... information .... e-mail?
Broker: mh .... yes for sure.
Me: Oh great! Thank you!
Broker: That's ok, i will calgwfji VDOP, dfvljnil el igvihf sli. Cheers.
Me: Bye!
At this point the first reflection with a cool head is the realization that my blood pressure exceeds granlunga the tire of a caterpillar, accompanied by sweating a lot out of the ordinary. I mean like a snail which has been made to give mouth to mouth by Umberto Pellizzari (former world champion in all disciplines with divers lung capacity of 7.9 liters). All
followed by fainting.
Now imagine that this is the scene that interrupts your nap / break cigarette / coffee.
Stressful is not it?
In any case I give the credit of the enormous volume of calls, the photo attached on my resume that can be found at:
http://picasaweb.google.com/PersianiMarco/LondraAgg140608/photo # 5211754329977403202
That anxiety ....
Daniel 
First steps in the working world.
Trabochetti, pitfalls, traps and transcendental in short, an endless grind. After the operation
house-clean (a bit like hand-cleaned, but at home), where it turned out that our garden path was not green but it was only covered by a thin (not even too much) layer of moss (In fact, now is yellow egg, almost better than before), we moved the intended action "Work in the UK", which for now is still "work in progress".
I would have preferred something more to "Anarchy in the UK", such as unleashed dogs around the house (to be occupied Squatters style) and people sleeping on the floor, beer bottles everywhere, including the bathtub.
joke of course (but then will not it?), Home okay, and I do not like to use the bath mat as a poor man who may not even remember the reason for which is lying in my bathroom, hug the cup at 11 am.
Returning to the theme (I have really strayed too) the goal now looms like a cloud leaden work (listen to words that you throw out! So fucking loud!) over our heads (and I mean heads pockets). Two thousand curricula (paragraphs that have nothing to do with your butt) sent within 48 hours, with the result of five brokers with their calls were interrupted
- 2 cigarette breaks
- 2 afternoon naps
- 1 attempt a berm coffee (made with mocha finalemte)
At this point, one thing I have understood de sti Broker: either try to make you stop smoking, or trying not to get to sleep or to "eliminate hypertension from too much coffee.
The three cases can still be summarized in a nutshell:
"With the excuse to get yourself a favor, to" break the bad balls. "
But the most tragic thing is not the break lost, but the phone call that comes immediately after the answer, that with a good series, it ends like this:
Me: Hello!
Broker: ................. (Nnamo well)
Me: hello?
Broker: Hi! Are you Daniel A ?
Me: Yes, DANIELE
Broker: A Hi Daniel, how are you?
Me: Fine thanks! (Not true! I hate you! Why do not you call me Daniel And, it takes ?!?!?! )
Broker: Good, I'm calling for the CV That You Have uploafren dfsdcv, fcwdfv wvcjo. RIGHT?
Me: Mmm .... ..... yes ...? (Macheccazzhadetto?)
Broker: Fine! So i want to ask you sometadlkvs fse tor. Rsssvlivsli. OK? I
: mhhh ... yes? But, can you please speak a little slowly?
Broker: (tone disappointed / surprised ).... all right, I know the first question is: How dfwefihjo, dare wfvoih in London?
Me: (oh my God, the demand for reserves? Statistical throw myself!) .... I'm Arrived 2 weeks in August
Broker: Good. So what atreti fortji, C, Finwë?
Me: (I start in a cold sweat) ... .... mhhh CAD Tecnichian?
Broker: All right, and how gigivon dvli, sohkjlv, SALARY?
Me: (deaf! I understand! Deaf!) Something Between 15-20 hundred pounds per year.
Broker: ...... Are you sure? Probably you mean THOUSAND per year?
Me: (azz begins to suspect that it is ignorant, come round!) Yes, of course, thousand.
Broker: Ok and when to ynln are rilwvwwi iwp, sfgij?
Me: (not ... now I'll never attack! No, I'll jump!) I can start immediately.
Broker: Daniel Good, i will contact you soon.
Me: Yes .. but ... it's .... are ... do ... possible to ...... Receive the .... call .... letter .... information .... e-mail?
Broker: mh .... yes for sure.
Me: Oh great! Thank you!
Broker: That's ok, i will calgwfji VDOP, dfvljnil el igvihf sli. Cheers.
Me: Bye!
At this point the first reflection with a cool head is the realization that my blood pressure exceeds granlunga the tire of a caterpillar, accompanied by sweating a lot out of the ordinary. I mean like a snail which has been made to give mouth to mouth by Umberto Pellizzari (former world champion in all disciplines with divers lung capacity of 7.9 liters). All
followed by fainting.
Now imagine that this is the scene that interrupts your nap / break cigarette / coffee.
Stressful is not it?
In any case I give the credit of the enormous volume of calls, the photo attached on my resume that can be found at:
http://picasaweb.google.com/PersianiMarco/LondraAgg140608/photo # 5211754329977403202
That anxiety ....
Daniel
Saturday, June 21, 2008
How Can You Become A Light Sleeper
Reflections ...
It 'a little over 2 weeks I'm here in London and after having made the deck to really clean the whole house (there were monsters in), and after thinking a while I started understand many positive things in our country ...
Then, our country is the first in Europe in waste water ... Obviously, we are unlike many others (the English at all) we wash, wash house and kitchen, all of which are really out here from the world! But let's step by step: for example
The bidet is not here ... and alas not in the rest of Europe, help!! I take a shower every time I go to the bathroom, you can not such a thing. .. not to mention cleaning the house. I will not tell the smell that emanated the refrigerator or the microwave (the most disgusting things ever), regardless of the windows or floors themselves (here we have the floor I dare not imagine who fortunately has the carpet).
Among other things, arranging home I discovered that they do not tend to remove dirt, but rather 'to hide it! Sure, just hide it!!
Needless to 4 years did such a thing ... you can not understand moving the carpet in my bedroom closet and what I found ... there is a "guess who" (the game to recognize people, old one!) scattered around the house ... sometimes and always when you least expect it out of his face but from someone ..! I also found a cricket bat in the closet .. scary! Without considering various stones or money (coins you cut small unfortunately) or the various papers always hidden in the strangest places ... Oh well, really a penalty, and the home agent before we had even said that we had made the deck clean (maybe that was visible: D)!
But now for the food here ... do not have the culture of cooking, and this was already understood by the myriad of chains fast food found on the street or going to do the grocery shopping and seeing the hundreds of already cooked pasta in a box on the counter, or the hundreds of salads to tuna / lamb / strange fruit / chicken etc etc that are always on the counters here ... the only thing that comes into the house apparently is the stuff of fast food, especially fried chicken! Mamma mia, the refrigerator smelled of fried food was so absurd ... oil everywhere (even here a coincidence hidden under the tray: D).
Obviously they do not consume water ... do not use it!
... But now we come to the elderly such as the elderly?? Older ... I do not see here are all dead?? But here are beyond their 50 years with the that if you tinker, and if they drink? Bo, I'm beginning to wonder as fried locksmith from morning to night, living in the midst of the "rubbish" and washed maybe once a month (when the sun comes and start to sweat a little more: D).
you believe that we are one of the people with the highest average age of Europe, we, unlike the English at least we get to a certain threshold)
Ok, it was just a little reflection to highlight some downside to this country that (at least) offers good prospects for the future of our young people and is mainly based on meritocracy (not on nepotism !!!!).
A greeting and a hug to everyone, hoping that the next comment is a little less controversial: D
Perzy 
It 'a little over 2 weeks I'm here in London and after having made the deck to really clean the whole house (there were monsters in), and after thinking a while I started understand many positive things in our country ... Then, our country is the first in Europe in waste water ... Obviously, we are unlike many others (the English at all) we wash, wash house and kitchen, all of which are really out here from the world! But let's step by step: for example
The bidet is not here ... and alas not in the rest of Europe, help!! I take a shower every time I go to the bathroom, you can not such a thing. .. not to mention cleaning the house. I will not tell the smell that emanated the refrigerator or the microwave (the most disgusting things ever), regardless of the windows or floors themselves (here we have the floor I dare not imagine who fortunately has the carpet).
Among other things, arranging home I discovered that they do not tend to remove dirt, but rather 'to hide it! Sure, just hide it!!
Needless to 4 years did such a thing ... you can not understand moving the carpet in my bedroom closet and what I found ... there is a "guess who" (the game to recognize people, old one!) scattered around the house ... sometimes and always when you least expect it out of his face but from someone ..! I also found a cricket bat in the closet .. scary! Without considering various stones or money (coins you cut small unfortunately) or the various papers always hidden in the strangest places ... Oh well, really a penalty, and the home agent before we had even said that we had made the deck clean (maybe that was visible: D)!
But now for the food here ... do not have the culture of cooking, and this was already understood by the myriad of chains fast food found on the street or going to do the grocery shopping and seeing the hundreds of already cooked pasta in a box on the counter, or the hundreds of salads to tuna / lamb / strange fruit / chicken etc etc that are always on the counters here ... the only thing that comes into the house apparently is the stuff of fast food, especially fried chicken! Mamma mia, the refrigerator smelled of fried food was so absurd ... oil everywhere (even here a coincidence hidden under the tray: D).
Obviously they do not consume water ... do not use it!
... But now we come to the elderly such as the elderly?? Older ... I do not see here are all dead?? But here are beyond their 50 years with the that if you tinker, and if they drink? Bo, I'm beginning to wonder as fried locksmith from morning to night, living in the midst of the "rubbish" and washed maybe once a month (when the sun comes and start to sweat a little more: D).
you believe that we are one of the people with the highest average age of Europe, we, unlike the English at least we get to a certain threshold)
Ok, it was just a little reflection to highlight some downside to this country that (at least) offers good prospects for the future of our young people and is mainly based on meritocracy (not on nepotism !!!!).
A greeting and a hug to everyone, hoping that the next comment is a little less controversial: D
Perzy
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
How To Make A Large Rolling Laundry Basket
180 paund
Finally ... We took
is Benedictine house, it was tough me we did it.
Well, you know the urban legend that the British are dirty, that paragraphs have a bidet, who invented the tarzanelli (which according to wikipedia are bait fishermen who use the Piave), and all those other things??
Well, true, true, but true, it's so true that I started to believe the white alligator in the sewers of New York.
House was (I say was xche 3 Italians make the difference) a pigsty, although there were assurances that had been cleaned from top to bottom.
Two days of cleaning were not enough to complete it, but we say that made the difference between Malagrotta and the beaches of Ostia. I'm not saying I would like the Emerald Coast, but at least one Santa Severa ...
There was even the dirt accumulated in the carpets, tons of things in nature is diverse, and they made us dubious hello hello from behind the sofa, and cabinets.
hair of the man / animal / alien came out of bathroom and refrigerator. Layers of fat frying greeted us around every corner and under every roof of the kitchen.
short, or were forced to move here or they live with the Romanian suits against chemical contamination.
However, after having cleaned the whole, the house became semiaccettabile (like a bathroom Ostia, sucks, risks, but you do xche it is convenient and close to Rome) and then we gave to those shopping for basic necessities (all), the Landlord (xche I do not even write it with the "L "capital" even though I should take a shovel on the kidneys) had "accidentalemte" forgot to leave (poverino!!).
Then, find the first store that sells scrap stock and destitute have made the following fees:
"big boys keep it up, you're the best, the strongest, the most crazy, great, legendary"
Daniel 
Finally ... We took
is Benedictine house, it was tough me we did it.
Well, you know the urban legend that the British are dirty, that paragraphs have a bidet, who invented the tarzanelli (which according to wikipedia are bait fishermen who use the Piave), and all those other things??
Well, true, true, but true, it's so true that I started to believe the white alligator in the sewers of New York.
House was (I say was xche 3 Italians make the difference) a pigsty, although there were assurances that had been cleaned from top to bottom.
Two days of cleaning were not enough to complete it, but we say that made the difference between Malagrotta and the beaches of Ostia. I'm not saying I would like the Emerald Coast, but at least one Santa Severa ...
There was even the dirt accumulated in the carpets, tons of things in nature is diverse, and they made us dubious hello hello from behind the sofa, and cabinets.
hair of the man / animal / alien came out of bathroom and refrigerator. Layers of fat frying greeted us around every corner and under every roof of the kitchen.
short, or were forced to move here or they live with the Romanian suits against chemical contamination.
However, after having cleaned the whole, the house became semiaccettabile (like a bathroom Ostia, sucks, risks, but you do xche it is convenient and close to Rome) and then we gave to those shopping for basic necessities (all), the Landlord (xche I do not even write it with the "L "capital" even though I should take a shovel on the kidneys) had "accidentalemte" forgot to leave (poverino!!).
Then, find the first store that sells scrap stock and destitute have made the following fees:
- 3 pots: small, medium and large (we barely make the dough into 3 with the large).
- Pans 2: small and medium
- 1 set of cutlery for 8 people: knives, forks, spoons, spoons, steak knives, forks dessert.
- 1 set of porcelain dishes for 4 people: money, plans and saucers
- 1 set of kitchen tools: shovel for the meat, ladle, strainer
- 1 set of 2 Tbsp cooking (not wood so you do not yells at anyone.)
- 3 large cups so cool paired with the dishes (6 hours to find a match, I know things to women ...)
- 3 cups (combined with the color of the air, so easy to find)
- a steel colander
- 4 coasters
- 2 Bowls 3-vessel steel
- salt, salt and sugar (I think even these combined with the parquet. 6 hours of research)
- 2 oven mitts
- 1 2 towels 1 set of cutlery drainer
- hard brushes peri dishes and clothes
- 1 conf. latex gloves for cleaning. (I wanted those from engineering, but they cost too much) 1 bag of bags
- Monthly blacks (xche England in the garbage is thrown in blacks and in separate transparent, otherwise you are fine)
- 1 set of hooks for hanging things
- a Swiffer microfiber with 3 parts and the stick. (Having the floor ...)
- 4 clothes to clean the floor
- a trolley dishes wrong (good choice ... it's my fault.)
- 2 packages of napkins
- 2 3 rolls of paper towels
- mats for the bathroom
- a long carpet for the kitchen
- a soap for the toilet
- a bucket to the broom (also called Mocho Vileda, thus forcing us to advertise it by replacing a beautiful time of the millennial Italian)
- 2 sets of twin sheets (sold without the mattress covers xche know the British pranksters mortacci THEIR LI)
- 1 set of single sheets (as above, including expletive)
- 1 set of tools for simple repairs with pliers screwdrivers, screwdriver etc.
- 1 set of tools (like the one above) for girls, so everything pink.
- a basket of clothespins
- 3 forms ice
- 2 ashtrays
- 3 napkins to eat (as they do not have the table but a counter to me, because the British or the PUB also want to recreate at home or if you look in the eye for more than 20 sec vomit)
- a pair of pants for serious talks (to me: Daniel)
- a white shirt (as above)
- a tie (as above)
- a pair of slippers (that) an old man with Homer making " d'oh "(as above)
- a pair of pants pajamas (as above)
- ciocie by a pair of old (for Karima)
- Pijama 1 (Karim)
- 2 pairs of pants (for Mark) Grizzly
- 12 of 15 cm tall plush
- or
- and slingshots from the window or we will write a response like "big boys continue well, you're the best, the strongest, the most crazy, great, legendary, "proving he does not read the post and not to have understood the inherent drama.
"big boys keep it up, you're the best, the strongest, the most crazy, great, legendary"
Daniel
Monday, June 16, 2008
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