after attempts to hold the camera on chairs, on a stool ...
Saturday, April 28, 2007
Flower Tucci Blog Spot
social pages / Friday
Since entering the U this year in March, we have been experiencing a strange syndrome of premature aging. Phenomenon that no one could fully understand, was that one summer to another we became all about old busy. They practice, the project, the radio show and the incredible abilities of Daniel to engage for fifteen projects at once, stop sleeping, but live work nquilo. That became a rage in Duck, who refuses to grow. His only concern is has become ev organize large ents in the house of Emilio, inviting all possible, making an unforgettable meeting. Inevitably quilted half way, because we do not sleep enough during the week, because we have classes the next day, because there is so much to study. Until yesterday. At last. It was an ordeal, but we did. Here begin the social pages of a spool improvised a Friday long weekend. Try
René. Studied on Thursday at about 11 and half of the night. I pulled around all week, but I realized that I had been a constant. In Sofia we had planned a test set, where two heads are certainly better than just one. It was not necessary. All those years talking about the popular subject, the course of history after modernization, and Salinas Ossandón Hans and many others will serve to answer two questions only using the space allotted, if not corrected, Ryan said from his new authority cloth shirt and pants, forgetting that once was metalhead, left the shit on the assemblies, threatening with strikes, and fire shots god and smoked some whistles in pasture. Then more classes. Lunch Jen appeared somewhat rough because of bad humor and sunglasses and nobody understood too hard. The Seba had to spend s chequesrestoránpelotita us that expired on Monday, so I started thinking about how best to spend it. "Don Pepe, like last week?. No. We'd better invite the plot of Daniel, so we see more passing and corroborated in situ while it is nice and happy and it seems that the penalty decided to leave, fortunately. After a few calls to Santos, we had the place, chequesrestorán and the idea of \u200b\u200ba roast that excited in July that was passing there. Strawberry recorded Daniela, Sebastian and Daniel went to the Alps to change chequesitos alcohol and cigarettes. Then run around and get to the Alps, they said they could not cash the checks nor alcohol nor cigarettes. Poor thing. JUNAEB does not endorse the reels, for their consideration. On the other hand, Sophie had q uedado in joining me in Irarrázaval, at about 18.30 to accompany the launch cover of exposure to MAP. Odyssey apart. I went to the MAP, but not before realizing that he had only 650 pesos in the cell, which was enough to call me a time and per der mid-way communication. I turned to my mom. She called Sofia. I called back. The Sofi was in the U, trapped because of Sattani I was crazy sacándole an audio noise that only he heard. I took a bread with quince paste, because I sensed that Sophie walked voracious that afternoon. I went to the MAP. Metro Cumming. Sure was about Cathedral walked two or three blocks. No road seemed for a museum, so I went something that seemed inhabited. A terrible bar, crossed to ask a man in a store. "Museum? "From Chile? Mmm ... the next, to the left. What? It was not Cathedral. So where was! Next, a cybercafe. I checked my email in 30 seconds and confirmed that I was wrong, was in Company. I paid the 50 pesos I charge on, and by charging me something and I ran, it was about time. I got tired, I ran four blocks in total. There was only one person. Timely and alone, something that happens often. 19.30 and nothing. 19.40 and it slowly came s guests. What tardiness! Sofia tried to call using an intermediary with my mom. Between you misunderstood the message and my phone lost the signal, did not understand we anything. Then sailed wine they gave us to close the ceremony at about 20.15, I returned to run the subway to meet Sophia. I do not see and call, risking to lose the remaining 650 pesos. Where are you? In the metro and you? Oh, I'm in the company ... I return it!. Uncoordinated we are in the metro o. Mysteriously appeared six missed calls and a voicemail July that still do not hear because I've got 450 pesos after talking to Sofia. Daniela called advising that he was still buying and that at about 19.30 was coming out of the supermarket recently, we bought beer, meat and cigarettes, because they had fallen short. We spent the Jumbo and Julio waste time deciding which piece of meat was more convenient. Buy wine, turkey or chicken, I'll never know because of the jokes, cigars, ice cream and a drink to quench their thirst and went to the plot. Then the dirt road yl as cows that should have been at the crossroads and we were never to aromas after a terrible day ... It was 22.30, as Daniel had predicted, with the difference that he believed would be waiting from 4, which did not happen.
Philosophy and fries that were engulfed by the crowd
The grill master ever, ie, Milica (and Daniel, are the same person) started with the roast, after having taken the poop on the grill - it may sound disgusting, but apparently was very clean - put the pollopavo, hamburger meat and my nocarnívoras. As l thought Dani had salads at home, not bought. What led to cooking pasta to accompany the meat. In July we came, started talking strains, but no one too Intersaba tasting.
master griller
After listening to terrible songs on the radio and get drunk a little, there were a number of issues of philosophical discussion on whether it was more nice to say fuck , fornicate, fuck pulling or, subject to comments that led inevitably worse than not mention out of respect for the readers of these social networking sites - Poquita socialite course - and counts doubtful and questions we always wanted to do and that generated controversy. Then, for some reason, came the new nickname "Corega" for July, although we were threatened in the car, if we dared to use it in college. When the fire was off, Milic arsonist got the spirit within him and began to burn twigs, branches and trunks and flat, and when it is finished, into the forest accompanied by Seba.
Around 5 am we went to sleep. The next morning, July clock woke us up. Snogged to Daniela, happy to have returned to college and do not believe viejosocupadosfomes as Pato and obviously happy to have seen nice and quiet, laughing with us as always.
the hostess, Daniela 
Since entering the U this year in March, we have been experiencing a strange syndrome of premature aging. Phenomenon that no one could fully understand, was that one summer to another we became all about old busy. They practice, the project, the radio show and the incredible abilities of Daniel to engage for fifteen projects at once, stop sleeping, but live work nquilo. That became a rage in Duck, who refuses to grow. His only concern is has become ev organize large ents in the house of Emilio, inviting all possible, making an unforgettable meeting. Inevitably quilted half way, because we do not sleep enough during the week, because we have classes the next day, because there is so much to study. Until yesterday. At last. It was an ordeal, but we did. Here begin the social pages of a spool improvised a Friday long weekend. Try
René. Studied on Thursday at about 11 and half of the night. I pulled around all week, but I realized that I had been a constant. In Sofia we had planned a test set, where two heads are certainly better than just one. It was not necessary. All those years talking about the popular subject, the course of history after modernization, and Salinas Ossandón Hans and many others will serve to answer two questions only using the space allotted, if not corrected, Ryan said from his new authority cloth shirt and pants, forgetting that once was metalhead, left the shit on the assemblies, threatening with strikes, and fire shots god and smoked some whistles in pasture. Then more classes. Lunch Jen appeared somewhat rough because of bad humor and sunglasses and nobody understood too hard. The Seba had to spend s chequesrestoránpelotita us that expired on Monday, so I started thinking about how best to spend it. "Don Pepe, like last week?. No. We'd better invite the plot of Daniel, so we see more passing and corroborated in situ while it is nice and happy and it seems that the penalty decided to leave, fortunately. After a few calls to Santos, we had the place, chequesrestorán and the idea of \u200b\u200ba roast that excited in July that was passing there. Strawberry recorded Daniela, Sebastian and Daniel went to the Alps to change chequesitos alcohol and cigarettes. Then run around and get to the Alps, they said they could not cash the checks nor alcohol nor cigarettes. Poor thing. JUNAEB does not endorse the reels, for their consideration. On the other hand, Sophie had q uedado in joining me in Irarrázaval, at about 18.30 to accompany the launch cover of exposure to MAP. Odyssey apart. I went to the MAP, but not before realizing that he had only 650 pesos in the cell, which was enough to call me a time and per der mid-way communication. I turned to my mom. She called Sofia. I called back. The Sofi was in the U, trapped because of Sattani I was crazy sacándole an audio noise that only he heard. I took a bread with quince paste, because I sensed that Sophie walked voracious that afternoon. I went to the MAP. Metro Cumming. Sure was about Cathedral walked two or three blocks. No road seemed for a museum, so I went something that seemed inhabited. A terrible bar, crossed to ask a man in a store. "Museum? "From Chile? Mmm ... the next, to the left. What? It was not Cathedral. So where was! Next, a cybercafe. I checked my email in 30 seconds and confirmed that I was wrong, was in Company. I paid the 50 pesos I charge on, and by charging me something and I ran, it was about time. I got tired, I ran four blocks in total. There was only one person. Timely and alone, something that happens often. 19.30 and nothing. 19.40 and it slowly came s guests. What tardiness! Sofia tried to call using an intermediary with my mom. Between you misunderstood the message and my phone lost the signal, did not understand we anything. Then sailed wine they gave us to close the ceremony at about 20.15, I returned to run the subway to meet Sophia. I do not see and call, risking to lose the remaining 650 pesos. Where are you? In the metro and you? Oh, I'm in the company ... I return it!. Uncoordinated we are in the metro o. Mysteriously appeared six missed calls and a voicemail July that still do not hear because I've got 450 pesos after talking to Sofia. Daniela called advising that he was still buying and that at about 19.30 was coming out of the supermarket recently, we bought beer, meat and cigarettes, because they had fallen short. We spent the Jumbo and Julio waste time deciding which piece of meat was more convenient. Buy wine, turkey or chicken, I'll never know because of the jokes, cigars, ice cream and a drink to quench their thirst and went to the plot. Then the dirt road yl as cows that should have been at the crossroads and we were never to aromas after a terrible day ... It was 22.30, as Daniel had predicted, with the difference that he believed would be waiting from 4, which did not happen.
Philosophy and fries that were engulfed by the crowd
The grill master ever, ie, Milica (and Daniel, are the same person) started with the roast, after having taken the poop on the grill - it may sound disgusting, but apparently was very clean - put the pollopavo, hamburger meat and my nocarnívoras. As l thought Dani had salads at home, not bought. What led to cooking pasta to accompany the meat. In July we came, started talking strains, but no one too Intersaba tasting.
master griller
After listening to terrible songs on the radio and get drunk a little, there were a number of issues of philosophical discussion on whether it was more nice to say fuck , fornicate, fuck pulling or, subject to comments that led inevitably worse than not mention out of respect for the readers of these social networking sites - Poquita socialite course - and counts doubtful and questions we always wanted to do and that generated controversy. Then, for some reason, came the new nickname "Corega" for July, although we were threatened in the car, if we dared to use it in college. When the fire was off, Milic arsonist got the spirit within him and began to burn twigs, branches and trunks and flat, and when it is finished, into the forest accompanied by Seba.
Around 5 am we went to sleep. The next morning, July clock woke us up. Snogged to Daniela, happy to have returned to college and do not believe viejosocupadosfomes as Pato and obviously happy to have seen nice and quiet, laughing with us as always.
the hostess, Daniela
Monday, April 23, 2007
Brazilian Wax For Women Pic
had to rewrite the simple things. I fear the shadows caused by Antonio Bellet, every day after nine. Learning to describe how he knows the mayonnaise, how to smell the flowers of the tent next to the market, where buying sunflowers to take from time to time and coves for me when tulips were lucky. He had to write about the love I have them all three, on the luck I have when I look and I look and see you almost the same. He had to write about the cold winter that makes me, except this fall that only seems to want cold hands. He had to write about you, him, me and everyone else who saw in the subway, on the micro and walking down the street while reading the newspaper and was littered with bad ink quality and they said the square was absolutely filthy face. He had to write about my few enemies, on the fear of abandonment but the taste for solitude and chocolates and buns. He had to write about all the walks and naps in the afternoon, waking up when the light is blue and we belonged. Now I no longer own, you can get to the share it because I like the bright, clear hours, as hours fall. I had to re-write on the yellow flowers that I liked so much on the phone I lost in Providence Park and on the response I got from Italy and Barcelona, \u200b\u200bso many years ago, with pen glass and Gabriela brought me blue-purple ink to dye my fingers ended and my dad when we wanted to skip the notary. He had to write about nostalgia, but I have not. On all the oranges with which sleep, with the smells that take me from car to car looking for evidence, cotton, fresh laundry. He had to write about what I read, about the book I won for writing football and everyone thought I was a child, for the fans, about half read Proust on the beach after the tequila and sketching trips in the Sandy, walking three hours to buy junk and return by bus and arrive in twenty minutes. He had to write about Buenos Aires and Mail July 15, on the cheap wine on the night when the obelisk screaming, drunk and Sergio, Virginia, Patrick and others, flying button, the holder and indigestion. Inconclusive about the loves, the finite, which at times go around and disappeared without a trace, silent. He had to write about the three dogs and two cats, about the shouting and shaking at midnight and the doors, windows that move and neighbors. He had to write about everything I had to do a summary and remember to re-write. I had to start tomorrow. Morning.
Saturday, April 7, 2007
Save Game Pokemon Yellow
Mac honesty
I must admit. The beginning was not easy. In previous years, in the middle of February, buy notebooks, pencils, folders, notebooks and all the myriad of stationery to wait one more year in college. I do not care about the impending arrest, the readings when you still have lazy, or spend another long night doing a terrible job. No. This year, however, it was torture knowing that was the last vacation. Get out and meet, tour tirelessly to return to the city with the irrefutable assurance that had been the best holiday in the world. We were on the beach with the same always, since some time, and the timid doubts loomed between the lunch talks, the eleven or dinner. Yes, the favorite activity was eating, smoking, moderate drinking and playing cards. We were all in the same, except that I ended up finding my place. Neither race nor in the world, not between people. I returned to Santiago scared to death. I would have stayed locked in my house waiting for the year happen again, as I feel they spend every year, slowly, without much grace. Ungrateful, I say some. There is much right about that too. Nonconformist, prefer.
The point is that school was over and started home. No interaction. And given the things of life, my friends, those, the same as always, realized and friendly meetings orgaizaron onces and falls to lift at that point sumábamos two thirty. Or two and two half. And it turned out. That and the meetings at the home of Jen. The walks in the park too, and conversations in the car, estacionmientos, meters and Transantiago. Video insufferable evening-red-losvenegas let us square eyes.
also served to aid all came together. On Tuesday it became my new favorite day. He also served as A forced me to write every day and handed me an instruction to begin developing the imagination and helped me to Pé seem in love, because then I also feel like writing but I is not. Given all the things in the end I was happy when I saw that there were things I liked more than normal and there I go.
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