Sunday, January 23, 2011

Is It Ok To Take Creatine With Superpump 250?

My Life with Twins


Gnaw, after spending a pleasant day in the company of pizzas, vocaloid, Random Photos in a bathroom and flatbread nutella end my vein Art is definitely back in my head to tease


Giving me a big hassle-ù ù


Madame Ispiration decided to play some 'flute that he holds in his pocket last ù-ù ;
New staff to design, while the tasks I claim, as well as the papers left XD
to themselves "My Life with Twins" is the beginning of a long series I think (hopefully) small vignettes in which I interact with my loved ones pg

The Twin precisely are the first in the list , being my favorite small pests
I already knocked down an idea and I hope to achieve within these few days before returning to school X3

For the rest, I continue to nibble the pudding and to listen to Vocaloid, senile
yeah!

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

How Much Would A Linguist Earn?

Finding old memories paper

time ago began to jot down lines of nonsense, since drifting and music
do not know exactly how I put this little thing in my many fantasy worlds, but leave it abandoned in the PC would be bad, then I put a little 'around
The title is a song, precisely because it is a "proof" of something that has no memory, even the title is something undefined





-Shamandalie-

white foam breaking on the gray hull the ship. Natural and artificial

seemed to coexist in a wonderful balance, as the sun disappeared and reappeared behind thick clouds, almost like a game.
sea breeze was blowing on the bridge, raising shawls, making the children laugh and smile mothers.
Scent of salt rising from the white foam, with harmony and cross without interference from the big boat, bound for a warm and wonderful goal, such as Greece.
the screeching of seagulls echoed over the heads of passengers, many seated on benches scattered along the route of the bridge, others stood talking quietly.

Only one, resting on the white iron railings, brushed freshness.
eyes turned to the sea, lively and fresh color
delicate hands, abandoned and affected by the sea breeze, while the forearms rested on the railing and solid fredda.La same breeze blew on a pale oval face and look good. A
candor almost magical, slightly shaded by the wide straw hat, which rested on the head.
The same cap was taken away by a crowd louder, ending up hopelessly in the water, while a slight pout on the lips of the young woman stood out from her face now perfectly light.

soft skin, kissed by the sun appears and disappears playful, and rebellious hair cut short, which are the envy at the same star during the day.
eyes, however, are those that even the moon would bow before them.

Indefinite
Deep
Expressive

Simply magnificent.


What brings a creature so innocent and pretty far from his world? A
looking for? A visit? A mission?
The irises that gray indefinite settle on the horizon, squinting for what comes now.
The sunset is coming and with it came the stars and the moon queen, yet hidden from the sky colored in warm tones
But there comes, inexorable


is a natural cycle of day and night

and Wonderful special, which leaves the young man on the bridge, waiting, while the other passengers after a brief and fleeting glance, fall their cabins

And there they stay, while the evening falls and the sun disappears.
While the clouds are gathering over the sea the perfect
While the stars populate the sky and a trail, more light passes through the black sky, followed by the bewildered eyes of the young.

While the wind is raging and the sea swells, by rejecting hatred on the ship now at the mercy of the same foam that just hours before the lapped with love.

And everything is engulfed by a single, powerful movement
leaving only a cry, a name, resonate in the storm

Before it's silence.


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lost somewhere between reality and fantasy .. ..


continue to fill this journal for many useless words, but that is a nice distraction for me ^ ^ Here
the fog has completely overwhelmed, and I wonder when the characters make their appearance in Silent Hill X ° D


I do not care to see them, it is clear ù-ù


He gave me a bit 'inspired by the fog.
bad that could be interesting to make a picture in the fog in cosplay, but since it is getting dark and I do not want my Stirin me coming, I'm in the warmth of the house X ° D

will for another day go-ù ù


I am a bit 'tired but otherwise the school is going well.
Today I stumped a bit 'OO' and he laughed Erica scared at the same time X ° D poor woman who supports me.
I want to change the damn color of my hair = w = * * rushes to a solid black to me! ç_ç

I'll have to wait a while 'I

* sigh * Oh let's go ahead to shoot shit beneficial as the inspiration strikes me in the ear and slide down to the hand that holding the pencil.

And so on ...

Liris

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Brent Corrigan Wathc Online

Hopping between Madame and Mademoiselle China


Ugh, today I am finally putting behind to draw the first card of the staff that I intended to design
shame that more and more I look at me I hear schifide ruined from the first draft and sketches on the block = .=

I do not want to go to bed XD even if tomorrow I wake up at 5:30 waiting for the dear @.
@ I have a little 'jumpy mood I think mainly because of inflammation in this damn wisdom tooth, and write here makes me feel better to spend time and ù-ù


I think I will write also on DeviantArt ù ù-time to upgrade a bit 'that profile

They are particularly pleased, because I'm starting to juggle with sugar, milk, flour, yeast and all good things that you need to make sweets
X3 I love doing cakes + w +
Especially use the whip to mix all O_O that is, it was love at first round in the mess that ultimately became good cake wonderfully


Tomorrow I have to bring a little 'to Vasco, as well eats and does not break ù ù-poor joy XD




Today I thought about something in particular, but I think my travels are mental-ù ù I live mental journeys XD Yay I
desire to draw but at the same time no
As I like writing but as above, on the other hand I do not


are making bad enough

Should I bend him ...



As already mentioned, however, I find the time and the desire ù-ù today I was taken to many other cose, e mi sono divertita a "punzecchiare" un amabile donna di mia conoscenza

Voglio la voglia di fare =w= X°D


Va beh, si sopravvive anche con una copertina con le scimmie disegnate sopra e una buona tazza di the inglese ù-ù


E una fettina di torta morbidosa

Liris

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Side Effects Of Eating Dried Apricots

Pencil Project: 10 cards on love


Da un po' di settimane mi è balenata quest'idea che sto lentamente portando avanti con schizzi e pensieri
Sinceramente non so da dove è potuta uscir fuori una cosa del genere.....anche se dei dubbi su un momento di cazzeggio sketches on the block, a melancholy song on youtube making repetition and just read a fic can be major causes.

really know about love?

has several thousand fragments, small sbiragli our soul and can take different forms depending on the person
explain it, coming back from a short pilgrimage to the world of men, is a goddess to her little maids

History is short and unpretentious, although I fear that they idealize a man can become a little more complex and long (I hope not = w = even though I love puzzling) and finally 10 is accompanied by cards that represent 10
loves different cards are only sketched, then I can not put in this post, but ...
... meanwhile, I would say that I can start here at this hour (2:00 am) my personal project:


-I found Love-


Notes of a simple melody run through the trees, witnesses of the existence from the beginning.
Flute muffled sound of infinity, that passes without touching fear that surrounds the two minute figures at the foot of a silver bow.
One hears while in the other their solitary line, waiting for the return of her below.


with a step, light, almost ethereal, and the rustling of clothes contrasts with the presence of those melodious notes scattered in the whirlwind of a timid breeze.


eyes girls are raised to observe the ethereal presence that slowly makes its way among the flowers of the garden forever

Garden Celeste, just for them, just for her.
A prison made of beautiful wonders of creation. Balance
that his eyes seem blind to attract the slightest


The two girls get up, interrupting the a slight blow in the instrument held between his small fingers.
-you session, Milady, you're back! - starts the other, grabbing a piece with great delicacy of the white robe of the young man who stopped his steps.
-Have you seen the wonders, milady? Tell the world! - Please ask and then the other, taking the flute in one hand and grasping the other with a ribbon hanging from the walls of his patron. This

the notes without really seeing them, and smiles in her pale sweetness.
quietly supports the pale hands and long fingers on the head of the maids girls in an embrace of affection.


silent, and silence in the Garden continues even while away can be heard, though slight, the constant scrociare Falls emerald.


resumes to advance the Goddess by white eyes, sitting on a bench covered with its snow-white marble beneath the silver bow.
-Did you see hope? - Includes one, clinging more to the role of the girl-you have touched
eternal sadness? - The other prices rise, resting on bare legs in short tunic flute forgotten
When she finally opens lips, again, life seems to flow back into the Garden Celeste


-love- I tried blowing in a slight whisper, his hands on his legs simply closed


The two girls leans over to look at the 'one in the eye excited the other, found the same sentiment that illuminates your own.
Back then watching them lady, holding the little souls.
-tasted good? - Question one o'clock
-He had a nice heat? - The other prices rise, leaving both then wrap the aura of calm and silent goddess.


-L 'Love is something intangible- began the girl with the blind eyes, leaning forward a little finger of his right hand, drawing the air of that place small trails of light.


takes shape, slowly twisting in a dance, pleasing to the eye, and gave life to the words of the goddess.

"I have seen love to play notes that even we can control the lines of light- overlapped, making two distinct figures, but still of little-defined vision Changing from man to man, from woman to woman .... l 'love game to take different sides, creating the illusion of hope and giving

The maids girls watched in silence the wonder of the story, guided by the vote of their ethereal lady, along with his eyes the figures that she created

-L 'love knows to be different and the same for everyone who seeks it.

I saw the love cryptic, running and play without ever being caught

I touched the true love of two hearts chase

I love hearing the laughter of the innocent child

I touched the love of sin, where the law of nature slides and lowers his head

I peeked passionate love that slips between silk covers

I closed my eyes to the love interest, because I just love it, but it still exists-




Girls narrowed their eyes, looking dim for a moment the flickering light of those lines, which took the shape of each kind of love that their patron listed in a sweet and bitter

then returns to shine, playing tag and doing the smile that never riaffiovare it was really hazy on the faces of the maids



-I played with brotherly love, chasing the smiles of those who feel affection

I have heard the universal love, those silent, like the world we we have won I jumped

false love, because words are too many and too few actions .-
stopped again, enclosing the small line between his fingers dance, that last one was left and seemed to go out in his hand. The

opened slowly, lowering the boom so that girls could lean out and see the last performance that the white light was showing them


-I finally smile eternal love, embracing what can not be forgotten ....- blew squinting, leaving the last end and went out on its white light fingertips


The two girls got up and took her hand, looked into my eyes and then turned to their goddess-
Milady, may be the only way to love? - the one, approaching but still taking the hand of the sister
-ends in a finite number of possibilities? - asked the other

The goddess smiled, spreading his arms slightly, leaving that her maids would cling to her and enjoy her light-
No small mine, love notes played on thin and infinite, in a world which has a thousand facets. Man can not be contained in a few numbers. Look at the world and see for yourself. You will find a thousand and one love that slide within the ranks of those that I have found- blew

The two girls laughed and broke away from their happy goddess, running with bare feet and light up that mantle of green lawn.
ran to the foot of a cherry, and sdraiatesi them on the banks of a lake property waited.
The goddess approached them with a finger and touched the water surface crystalline, which took piccoloi to form concentric circles.



peered along with their lady the world of men, looking for other pieces to enclose in their collection of life.



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Moments sclero between a cup of tea and a series of sneezes



"What have you got for your birthday?"
My mother has kindly donated the seeds del'influenza = w =


start this time resumption of the Journal with the sclero evening, while the background remains "I'm Still Here" that I personally love.
We just entered in 2011 and I have promptly caught the flu beginning of the year, just to baptize ù ù-but maybe that means I will bring luck for the rest of my life? XD
Spending time with a good cup of tea, (strictly lemon and ginger) steaming at my side telling me "bevimi bevimi" even if they are of the view that burns my throat and sneezing would make me even more = .=

I absolutely want to write

It's not that I should not, mostly inspired by my dear (to which I gave a face and a human features, as I merrily flutters on the head) decides to take me to the shores too complicated.
Madame Ispiration does not have readily understood that I have two other stories to pursue and perhaps finally to conclude, before starting other

But the slight sneer on my head makes me understand that it is not the same idea
= w = No, I'm not crazy, they are simply suffering from Alzheimer's "nonsochecacchiofare" and I enjoy spending time filling my poor journal of crap-ù ù

and I am succeeding very well

As the tasks are well
I worked as a cartoonist also a good new year (and that makes me get a view of Ruotolo, when he said "Christmas? New Year's Eve? What are names queer? ") and even today I have been busy on another table A3 Piras

The crazy little man ... The little man
absurdly insane ...
The man who worked at Disney ...
ago, so I predict that those who go to Disney comes out of his head

* Reminder * Do not go to work for Disney after hospitalization

Then a long around with my parents took me to the conclusion that people do not have a damn thing to do from morning to night, and then pour all nell'Auchan oo
And especially to strangers because I took a liking to me and talked about their problems? O_O


The best thing about today? a conversation between my mother, a friend and I on his imaginary friends:

Mom: * * is talking with a friend, even my daughter had a child, her imaginary friend ...
Me: I really have them even now, my room was invaded ù-ù
Mom: OO .... not the crap-ù ù
Me: No really! It hit, make the casino, overturning the cushions ù-ù a slaughterhouse
Mom: oo ... Amica
: Owo'''

my characters known to be noisy ù ù Lilith-good attempt to get rid of the bad that pulls the cheeks
ù-ù * if I have a lot of patience cares when writing * X3


* mobile vibrates and Liris rotolavia
* The Doby always knows me die X ° D fic I'm talking about, and she sends his greetings to mention my sadistic side and "Reaper" , X ° D

Praise to the Doby-ù ù


23 .... honestly did not think I really get there, and unfortunately I hear them all (well, my back is affected mainly = _ =)
My head is now old and decrepit for years but these are quisquiglie ù-ù
many regrets, so many projects ....
Well, I digress as usual, but it goes on as best you can

And now I would say that my streak of writing is dissolving as an appetizer that falls into a ravine (oo)
For now I close here, and We only I can do something more than empty words to fill my poor journal

See you
Liris