Saturday, December 29, 2007
Free Scottish Genealogy
I never thought you could make friends through these virtual pages, so impalpable, no expressions, sounds and smells ... so little real! But I have to reconsider. Over the past six months I read a lot, I made the affairs of others) out of curiosity that few words have given me. I tried to absorb the 'essence of what I read: people. With some knowledge continues every day. And every day, it is nice to discover an 'affinity, a desire to learn, to share happiness and problems.
Last night, words that made me move "in here you give me a real happiness (ps: the 'one-off)" ... I think about it now. I heard them really! Fills my heart to feel a growing affection, because yes, I am fond of people, I believe in them, and when I feel I love the purity of my feeling that I'm excited. Real People, which are due to tears, when I feel distant, and happiness, when they are close ... but, that's what counts!
I wish you a happy new year to those who have never forgotten about me, who I think even though I see little to those who shared with me the good times and bad times. Who came slowly in my life, leaving in a short time, an indelible mark. Who took me by the hand and made me feel how strong they can hold me in his arms, as my heart can "make noise" while you 'hug! With great affection
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Friday, December 21, 2007
Can You Drink Alcohol With Mucinex
CHRISTMAS SEASONS OF THE HEART, AND DEFECT AFFECTED ... and, of course, the emotions . December 15, 2007
Since no c 'is mum on Christmas day is a great sadness. I, my father and my brother. My family is not very big ... there are no grandparents, no father nor mother. And with his aunt and uncle who live nearby, the reports are almost non-existent. They invite us to dinner on these occasions, but on the one hand I appreciate that because they are not required to do so, by 'other I smell hypocrisy. You can not build relationships on Christmas Day and Easter. But the family are 'the only one who thinks so. Asked no questions, no examination of conscience ... do not ask what count the relatives in their lives, do not listen to the 'emotion that rises from the heart (probably because it is non-existent) ... sometimes, in them, the blood of my blood, I l 'impression of not seeing feelings.
I'm not so, I'm that stubborn, that foot down, and breaks until they get something, the one that caught fire like a match, the proud, what I always think of to do 'what else I would not have done to me. I say they are too rigid in the judgments, which can not be overdriven with me ... I know. I am an 'imperfect search for perfection. Noto any insignificant change. Rather than noticing it, I feel it. And I'm hurt. I feel bad when I'm feeling neglected, when I feel the coldness of the people, who may only depend on my state of 'mind at that time. But I feel it, and I can not pretend nothing happened.
In the midst of all these imperfections, c 'is the love I feel and that burns inside me. I try to make you feel the heat in those select few, which I feel is reciprocated.
Right now I'm thinking of them, c 'is the safe haven in which to dock in a storm, and why not, even in good weather. C 'is someone who is far away and I miss him so much. C 'is one who has aroused curiosity and tenderness in me (= interest), and I would meet to enjoy live so many words and smiles virtual, in order to absorb the' essence I read on this screen. And there are many other people who occupy my thoughts ...
I thought, for another year is ending and for me, this is the period budgets. On what I did for myself, my change, and relationships that I built, or destroyed. I am working to please me, to build certainty that makes me the knowledge. And I realize that not everything is black, often, I want to believe.
The concert Liga gave me an incredible charge. A 'emotion that crossed me powerfully.
"song so that's good!" Simo, you were right! I cried as the 'other night, feeling the' emotion so strong ... he has awakened feelings that had been sleeping in depth.
Since no c 'is mum on Christmas day is a great sadness. I, my father and my brother. My family is not very big ... there are no grandparents, no father nor mother. And with his aunt and uncle who live nearby, the reports are almost non-existent. They invite us to dinner on these occasions, but on the one hand I appreciate that because they are not required to do so, by 'other I smell hypocrisy. You can not build relationships on Christmas Day and Easter. But the family are 'the only one who thinks so. Asked no questions, no examination of conscience ... do not ask what count the relatives in their lives, do not listen to the 'emotion that rises from the heart (probably because it is non-existent) ... sometimes, in them, the blood of my blood, I l 'impression of not seeing feelings.
I'm not so, I'm that stubborn, that foot down, and breaks until they get something, the one that caught fire like a match, the proud, what I always think of to do 'what else I would not have done to me. I say they are too rigid in the judgments, which can not be overdriven with me ... I know. I am an 'imperfect search for perfection. Noto any insignificant change. Rather than noticing it, I feel it. And I'm hurt. I feel bad when I'm feeling neglected, when I feel the coldness of the people, who may only depend on my state of 'mind at that time. But I feel it, and I can not pretend nothing happened.
In the midst of all these imperfections, c 'is the love I feel and that burns inside me. I try to make you feel the heat in those select few, which I feel is reciprocated.
Right now I'm thinking of them, c 'is the safe haven in which to dock in a storm, and why not, even in good weather. C 'is someone who is far away and I miss him so much. C 'is one who has aroused curiosity and tenderness in me (= interest), and I would meet to enjoy live so many words and smiles virtual, in order to absorb the' essence I read on this screen. And there are many other people who occupy my thoughts ...
I thought, for another year is ending and for me, this is the period budgets. On what I did for myself, my change, and relationships that I built, or destroyed. I am working to please me, to build certainty that makes me the knowledge. And I realize that not everything is black, often, I want to believe.
The concert Liga gave me an incredible charge. A 'emotion that crossed me powerfully.
"song so that's good!" Simo, you were right! I cried as the 'other night, feeling the' emotion so strong ... he has awakened feelings that had been sleeping in depth.
Saturday, December 15, 2007
Buy Dune Buggy Body And Frame
Concert Liga (First Time) in Milan, Forum of Assago.
I, Tata, Simo, Alby, Tino, Ivano, Marino, Simone and Ramona.
remember: thousands of arms raised to heaven , choirs chills, screams , Alby and his passion , Tata and his nonsense . .. remember a wonderful evening, I wanted to share with other people, but I hope to be able to make her feel a bit 'there with me.
These are the emotions that make me feel alive.
ARE HERE FOR THE 'LOVE
I'm here for love, for the curious faces that makes
For the queue at the checkout, with the balance more or less in half, for crates of paper, the key to
forgotten in the cellar for the ride of blood and that of wine.
I am here to love, to defend what I know
for launching ramps, and dirt that line the portholes
that we launch, and distant control tower,
with DIY on the fire and flames bitch.
With all the blood gone bad, and then suddenly this artifact well
one that perhaps only just.
With all the blood gone bad, and then suddenly this journey together,
in a life that might be enough. This artifact
well here ...
I am here to love, and all the noise you want.
And the bits of sky that depend only on us, for that bit 'of relief
that will snatch from the navel to the glasses down the drain, for the pride shipped,
with the bank of gravel that the first flood goes down. ..
and a name that still stands out more.
I am here to love to fill your bucket with water,
with the paper boat, that will not sink.
With all the blood gone bad, and then suddenly this artifact well, maybe only one
do.
With all the blood gone bad, and then suddenly this journey together,
in a life that might be enough. This artifact
well here ...
I am here to love, to the strange faces she does.
For the rides that are more and more helpless, out of town,
establish forever the lane that keeps us going, and we
fines and all beautiful singers.
I'm here for love, for the curious faces that makes
For the queue at the checkout, with the balance more or less in half, for crates of paper, the key to
forgotten in the cellar for the ride of blood and that of wine.
I am here to love, to defend what I know
for launching ramps, and dirt that line the portholes
that we launch, and distant control tower,
with DIY on the fire and flames bitch.
With all the blood gone bad, and then suddenly this artifact well
one that perhaps only just.
With all the blood gone bad, and then suddenly this journey together,
in a life that might be enough. This artifact
well here ...
I am here to love, and all the noise you want.
And the bits of sky that depend only on us, for that bit 'of relief
that will snatch from the navel to the glasses down the drain, for the pride shipped,
with the bank of gravel that the first flood goes down. ..
and a name that still stands out more.
I am here to love to fill your bucket with water,
with the paper boat, that will not sink.
With all the blood gone bad, and then suddenly this artifact well, maybe only one
do.
With all the blood gone bad, and then suddenly this journey together,
in a life that might be enough. This artifact
well here ...
I am here to love, to the strange faces she does.
For the rides that are more and more helpless, out of town,
establish forever the lane that keeps us going, and we
fines and all beautiful singers.
Friday, December 14, 2007
Monday, December 10, 2007
List Master Lock Combinations
Please drag me away with you!
I have no enthusiasm.
How can you feel so lonely, disappointed, hurt, abandoned, useless ...?
E ashamed to say it?
I run away ...
I have no enthusiasm.
How can you feel so lonely, disappointed, hurt, abandoned, useless ...?
"Love does not have to beg or even demand,
love must have the strength to become certain within itself.
So do not is more drag, but drag. "
-Herman Hesse-
love must have the strength to become certain within itself.
So do not is more drag, but drag. "
-Herman Hesse-
E ashamed to say it?
I run away ...
Monday, December 3, 2007
Does Lauren London Weave
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