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Saturday, July 18, 2009
Stacey Adams Interview
añito always wanted to be here
do not know why. Space is frivolous, without much joke. Or rather very easy as pie joke, self-indulgent, comfortable. A place to make fun of everything that is not important.
But I want to record that exist for me, that I think of you, I miss you. That your message in a bottle launched another digital arrived.
Perhaps you read this, I do not know what to think. We'll see. 
do not know why. Space is frivolous, without much joke. Or rather very easy as pie joke, self-indulgent, comfortable. A place to make fun of everything that is not important.
But I want to record that exist for me, that I think of you, I miss you. That your message in a bottle launched another digital arrived.
Perhaps you read this, I do not know what to think. We'll see.
Friday, July 17, 2009
How Can I E Mail The Pookemon
木綿 の ハンカチーフ - Cotton Handkerchief
One of my favorite songs. It turns out that Hiromi Oota sang in the sixties, but I knew by Ringo Shiina, my Japanese singer (and perhaps in general) favorite, which makes this version particularly felt, a duet with Nao Matsuzaki, in his album of covers "Utaite Myouri "
The lyrics are very beautiful and very sad. I leave here:
木綿 の ハンカチーフ
Cotton Handkerchief
恋人 よ I travel by train headed to the east
of your gift to the city is also going to look festive look
Amor mío, he de partir
En el tren que se dirige al Este.
En la ciudad brillante, buscaré
un regalo para tí.
it's not me no, what you want to paint the city just
Back at home with stained stained
No, mi vida
No hay nada que yo desee.
por favor, tan sólo no regreses
teñido con los colores de la ciudad.
half a year has passed
逢E Lover Do not cry but I will send a ring
epidemic in the city should look good on you as you
Amor mío, ha pasado medio año,
por favor no llores porque no podamos vernos.
Te enviaré un anillo que está de moda en la ciudad,
ya verás que te quedará perfecto.
No star can also dial into the sea pearl
surely your sleep should be no more kissing
would no sparkling sparkling
No, ni los diamantes de las estrellas
ni las perlas que duermen en el mar
brillan tanto
como Even now in the face tus besos
Lover I still do not put too
my lipstick wearing suits me as mistaken
photos look
Amor mío, ¿ incluso ahora no llevas maquillaje?
¿ Ni siquiera lápiz labial?
Mira, mira esta foto mía
con un traje que casi me hace parecer otro.
No lie down on the grass like you did But the city building cold wintry wind
I take care of yourself Take care of yourself I
No, me tiendo en la hierba
Te amé
Pero el viento frío de la ciudad
se te ha metido en el cuerpo , ¿ no es así?
forget you'll forgive me love please change
pleasantly spend every corner I go back I
Amor, perdóname
por olvidarte y cambiar.
Lo paso tan bien en las esquinas de la ciudad,
No puedo volver a casa.
'll tease you a selfish end
a gift of cotton handkerchief wiping tears hey
Please, please handkerchief
Mi vida, permíteme un último egoísmo.
Te pido un regalo:
Un pañuelo de algodón
para secar mis lágrimas, please. 
One of my favorite songs. It turns out that Hiromi Oota sang in the sixties, but I knew by Ringo Shiina, my Japanese singer (and perhaps in general) favorite, which makes this version particularly felt, a duet with Nao Matsuzaki, in his album of covers "Utaite Myouri "
The lyrics are very beautiful and very sad. I leave here:
木綿 の ハンカチーフ
Cotton Handkerchief
恋人 よ I travel by train headed to the east
of your gift to the city is also going to look festive look
Amor mío, he de partir
En el tren que se dirige al Este.
En la ciudad brillante, buscaré
un regalo para tí.
it's not me no, what you want to paint the city just
Back at home with stained stained
No, mi vida
No hay nada que yo desee.
por favor, tan sólo no regreses
teñido con los colores de la ciudad.
half a year has passed
逢E Lover Do not cry but I will send a ring
epidemic in the city should look good on you as you
Amor mío, ha pasado medio año,
por favor no llores porque no podamos vernos.
Te enviaré un anillo que está de moda en la ciudad,
ya verás que te quedará perfecto.
No star can also dial into the sea pearl
surely your sleep should be no more kissing
would no sparkling sparkling
No, ni los diamantes de las estrellas
ni las perlas que duermen en el mar
brillan tanto
como Even now in the face tus besos
Lover I still do not put too
my lipstick wearing suits me as mistaken
photos look
Amor mío, ¿ incluso ahora no llevas maquillaje?
¿ Ni siquiera lápiz labial?
Mira, mira esta foto mía
con un traje que casi me hace parecer otro.
No lie down on the grass like you did But the city building cold wintry wind
I take care of yourself Take care of yourself I
No, me tiendo en la hierba
Te amé
Pero el viento frío de la ciudad
se te ha metido en el cuerpo , ¿ no es así?
forget you'll forgive me love please change
pleasantly spend every corner I go back I
Amor, perdóname
por olvidarte y cambiar.
Lo paso tan bien en las esquinas de la ciudad,
No puedo volver a casa.
'll tease you a selfish end
a gift of cotton handkerchief wiping tears hey
Please, please handkerchief
Mi vida, permíteme un último egoísmo.
Te pido un regalo:
Un pañuelo de algodón
para secar mis lágrimas, please.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Pokemon Platinum Rom Gpsphone
THIS POST IS GOING TO BE THAT, ONE SUMMER SALAD, OSEA ... OPEN THE FRIDGE AND GET A BIT OF EVERYTHING, chop, Mix in a bowl, Y. DRESSING. ENJOY ..
comes first VIEJO, BONE I, THE LAST DAY 20 was my birthday, and what better to celebrate GO TO A COURSE OF PADDING TO EVA Gustems , I HAVE TO SAY THAT YOU GIVE ME THE COURSE "my girls" AND FURTHER THAT STAYED WITH MY LITTLE ONES THAT COULD GO TO THAT ARE ....¿ A CHARM? BECAUSE THAT, WE WERE NOELIA and yours truly, AND WE HAD TO GET A BIG SURPRISE, THERE WAS ANA MIRANDA YOUR BIG SMILE FOREVER.
THERE HAD THE FIRST DAY GIFTS, NOELIA BROUGHT ME THIS BEAUTIFUL HOUSE FOR TISSUE PAPER QUILT AND THIS EVEN MORE THAN A BOOK, I THINK I NEED AN ENCYCLOPEDIA JA, JA
WHEN MY DAUGHTERS SAW THE HOUSE, THE TWO AND LIGHT WANTED TO AVOID A WAR FAMILY ADDITION OF ME BECAUSE THE HAVE DONATED MY , THEN GET TO WORK ... HE HAD TO THEM ONE FOR EACH
As you can see I have practiced STONES OF EVA ad nauseam (CLIKAIS NOW WHEN IT COMES ON PICTURE TO SEE THE DISASTER, JA, JA)
the record, I have dared to public because "THE TEACHER" WE NEVER SAID LOOKING FOR BLOGS (DO NOT KNOW WHAT IS LOST).
AND THIS IS MY BIRTHDAY SELF WHY I'm worth it! AT WHAT IS GOOD IN MY SEWING ROOM?
tuned HE ALSO A BASKET WITH YO-YOS batiks and
AND IS GOOD FOR TODAY AND KEEP WATCHING OS ..... FROM MY ALL
TOALLA.BESOS
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Remote Starter For 2010 Santa Fe Installed
The worst holiday of my life
took a month without writing here. Sorry. The reasons are many, but two stand out:
1. Twitter. As happened to many, Twitter cannibalized my blog. It is seductively suitable for chronic undisciplined like me. Do not give rhythm to the text, do not explain too much, and fifteen minutes after you write it, nobody else will read. But after each pretentious aphorism after every joke inconsistent, could not help hearing a little voice in the audience shouting "Who Cares?". And finally I got bored, and here I am.
2. The worst holiday of my life. As you know, I am enslaved for 480 hours CINVESTAV. Took approximately 160.5, of which 30 are stolen, and the rest fully met hilarious and enriching tasks such as:
however, has left me beautiful lessons:
So my life is split between hearing the news, go to the toilet, and twitter and watch movies or night. Pretty Fucking Depressing. Pretty Fucking Unblogable.
But got much better. I am very happy since 2 July. The little problem is that my joy is in Guadalajara on Tuesday and to the other Friday. And I've spent, and sure I'm going to go, nostalgia. Every time I open the phone, I verify that I have no messages, and back to leave on the desktop. And when the screen saver makes it shine, half a minute later, I can not avoid the shock of joy thinking that I wrote. Idiot, I passed Every fucking time. But I love feeling like this. 
took a month without writing here. Sorry. The reasons are many, but two stand out:
1. Twitter. As happened to many, Twitter cannibalized my blog. It is seductively suitable for chronic undisciplined like me. Do not give rhythm to the text, do not explain too much, and fifteen minutes after you write it, nobody else will read. But after each pretentious aphorism after every joke inconsistent, could not help hearing a little voice in the audience shouting "Who Cares?". And finally I got bored, and here I am.
2. The worst holiday of my life. As you know, I am enslaved for 480 hours CINVESTAV. Took approximately 160.5, of which 30 are stolen, and the rest fully met hilarious and enriching tasks such as:
- soldering irons Soldering wires that burn like a sun
- stripping the teeth, aided by a cutter without insurance. Putting
- sound and light circuit that opens the door. Oh, and magically increase the scope Alambrito changing the antenna. Enlarge
- a hole in the wall using a file. Perched on a bench.
- Disinfect toilets.
however, has left me beautiful lessons: -
Weld as peopleengineer decent. Become - dude for hours "installing software", "unscrewing a box" or "waiting for him to vacate the soldering iron."
- Pretending I do not hear the orders until the third time I repeat them.
- Doing what I ordered, even stupid, because after all accumulated hours.
So my life is split between hearing the news, go to the toilet, and twitter and watch movies or night. Pretty Fucking Depressing. Pretty Fucking Unblogable.
But got much better. I am very happy since 2 July. The little problem is that my joy is in Guadalajara on Tuesday and to the other Friday. And I've spent, and sure I'm going to go, nostalgia. Every time I open the phone, I verify that I have no messages, and back to leave on the desktop. And when the screen saver makes it shine, half a minute later, I can not avoid the shock of joy thinking that I wrote. Idiot, I passed Every fucking time. But I love feeling like this.
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