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Because EVERYBODY does it at the moment *lol*:
(I mainly blame you Tony and Q for doing it :-P)
WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?
Don’t think so
WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?
A few days ago… I tend to cry too much lately…
DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?
It’s quite okay…
WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT?
Lunch meat?
DO YOU HAVE KIDS?
Luckily not ;-)
IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?
No... I’m bad company *lol*
DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT?
Sar-what?! hrhrhr
DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS?
Yes. Although my doctor tells me every time I see him that they need to get out
WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP?
Never never ever
WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL?
Cornflakes (actually I can eat them out of the pack… without milk)
DO YOU UNITE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF?
What for? Do they feel lonely if I don’t?!
DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG?
Most of the time… yes
WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM?
Toffee or nougat or chocolate
WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?
The smile
RED OR PINK?
Pink of course :-P
WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF?
Some scars I have from accidents and operations…
WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST?
no one… not any more…
WHAT COLOR SHOES ARE YOU WEARING?
I’m not wearing shoes atm
WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE?
Ahem… chocolate…
WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?
TV
IF YOU WHERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE?
Sunny ;-)
(I wonder how it feels to be a Crayon *lol*)
FAVORITE SMELLS?
Men’s cologne… yummy
WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?
To a client at work…
FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH?
I don’t do sports – so why shall I watch it? Heheh
HAIR COLOR?
Black
EYE COLOR?
Green
DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS?
Yes… sometimes I wear my glasses too (well, not at the same time *lol*)
FAVORITE FOOD?
Sushi!!!!!!!!!!!!
SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?
I don’t watch scary movies (because I’m a coward) but I don’t like those boring happy endings either
LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED?
Simpson – The Movie on DVD (spider pig spider pig… does whatever a spider pig does…. Can he swing… from a web… no he can’t… cause he’s a pig…)
WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING?
Pink (no surprise I guess)
SUMMER OR WINTER?
Summer
HUGS OR KISSES?
Depends
FAVORITE DESSERT?
Does chocolate count?
WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW?
“Mieses Karma“
WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD?
I’m too young to know what this is *lol*
WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON TV LAST NIGHT?
Grey’s Anatomy (yeah, I’m a girl ;-)
FAVORITE SOUND?
Bird’s chirping, ocean, rain
ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES?
Stones
WHAT IS THE FARTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME???
Paradise… a.k.a. Dominican Republic
DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT?
I can switch off the alarm in the morning without waking up
WHERE WERE YOU BORN?
Vienna, Austria
Because it looks so terrible here right? (sarcasm)
So my photo yesterday seems to have drawn a lot of attention from the American Red Cross. I've got a few messages and it is featured in their blog and soon to be used for their advertising. Looks like I might become a face (or finger hehe) for the Red Cross. Very cool.
I have been wanting to leave for a while though. I would love to be able to go travel with an organization doing relief/missions work if they would cover the costs. If I could get on doing photography that would be a huge plus.
Things I learned today:
Windshields can ice up when it's well over freezing.
Thank goodness the U.S. Senate is working overtime to give these people some tax relief.
“Politicians and diapers must be changed often, and for the same reason." -Mark Twain
Now-a-days, Most of the women who wear such Burqa in Bangladesh wear it willingly.
I wonder, when the world is progressing so rapidly , why they choose the backdated and barbaric Islamic tradition?
Sarcasm ...!
Social Club at Fire Company
Reiffton, Pennsylvania
And for the irony impaired: The primary goal of a fire department is to save lives!
To say things have been uneasy these last two weeks would be an understatement. Though he’s tried his best to hide it, deep down I can tell Bruce is more worried about what’s coming. It makes me feel as though I should be worried than I am, but life seems to be all good for me at this moment. Dad’s thinking of trying to buy a house here in Gotham and Steph’s been helping me on my patrols during the night. There have been numerous times we’ve been tempted to break up gatherings of the Crimson Cult but Bruce has insisted that we’re only to monitor them.
But there’s one way you can tell the pressure is absolutely getting to Bruce, as tonight he did something I never thought I’d see. He gave me the night off. Three years working with him, and I’ve never felt more concerned for him than when he told to take Steph to the fair. Most people would think I’m crazy and should be grateful he thinks I’m doing a good enough job to deserve time off, but most people don’t know Bruce Wayne.
He knows exactly what’s coming, and given how much it’s making him act out of character I’m not sure what to make of it. Alfred says it’s down to Damian that Bruce is so shaken up, and I can understand why. To find out you’ve spent over a month battling your own son whilst trying to protect Gotham would mess with, never mind someone who’s longed for a family since he was eight years old.
”You alright?”
”Yeah I’m just…”
”Worried about him again?”
”Is it that obvious?”
”Not really, I just know that look on your face.”
”Sorry. This is meant to be our moment of peace before it all goes to hell. The last thing you want is me moping about.”
”You’re concerned about what’s coming, I’d be concerned if you weren’t. An army of people with Bruce’s training isn’t exactly my idea of a fun time.”
”I’m just worried why I’m not afraid myself. If this is enough to unnerve Bruce, why don’t I feel that concern as well?”
”Maybe it’s because you know the truth. That deep down there’s nothing you guys can’t overcome together.”
I say nothing but pull a face at Steph, a subtler method of showing my distaste for her using such a cliché line to try and perk me up.
”Next thing you’ll know you’ll be saying with the power of friendship nothing is impossible.”
”Sorry for trying to cheer you up.”
With that Steph walks off the main street and into a nearby alley. Nice one Drake, you really put your foot in it there. As I race after her into the same alley I’m stopped by someone trying to sell me candy floss. It’s the second year where the Gotham county fair has been moved to inside the city following Joker’s flying fish incident two years ago. Boy I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forget that stench. But it was following that incident that Mayor Lincoln March decided to relocate the fair to the centre of Gotham city, that way ensuring the GCPD can increase security at the fair and also be in close proximity to Gotham should they be needed.
It was actually a rather inspired idea if I do say so myself, especially when you consider that the nearest half decent patch of land for hosting a fair is ten miles away from the actual city. Last thing this city needs is less cops on the streets, even with Bruce and I patrolling the rooftops. Jim absolutely loves the idea of the fair being based in the centre of Gotham as well as it means he has a good excuse to attend the fair.
You’d never have guessed that a fifty-two-year-old police commissioner would love attending a county fair where there’s so much that could easily go wrong, but I’ll be damned Jim Gordon loves it here. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was the one who suggested the idea of moving the county fair to Lincoln at the time.
As I enter the alley that Steph had walked into, I can’t help but notice the troubled look on her face.
”Something up?”
”I swear I heard someone calling for help.”
”From inside one of these buildings?”
”Yeah, sounded like a male’s voice.”
”If someone’s committing a crime in such close proximity to the county fair it can’t be good thing.”
I remove my bag and pull out a set of gauntlets, my bo-staff and a spare mask. Ever since Damian told us that Ra’s was on his way Alfred’s insisted you always carry at least some way of protecting myself, at first I thought he was crazy but it looks like the old Brit was right…as usual. It’ll be handy now to cover my face and allow me to not hold back if there is something going on.
”You always carry your bo-staff with you?”
”Can never too safe these days.”
”Still that’s a little bit weird don’t you think?”
Did she really just say that? We both put on costumes and go out at night to fight crime. To say that this one particular thing is weird is the oddest thing she could possibly say.
”Sorry, stupid question.”
”There are no stupid questions, only stupid answers.”
”It’s worrying how like him you sound at times.”
”Thanks. Catch.”
I pass her a set of gauntlets and a pair of escrima sticks that I ‘borrowed’ from Bruce’s display of Dick’s spare Nightwing suit.
”Hoping for trouble?”
”Well you can never be safe these days, besides, we could use some excitement.”
She says nothing, but her smile says it all as she starts to put the gauntlets on.
”Alright, I’ll go in first. You stay back in case I need back up.”
”No mask for me?”
”Blame Barbra for that one. If she’d chosen to use a domino mask instead of a cowl I’d have brought you one.”
”I think you just want to have all the fun to yourself.”
”You can borrow mine if you really want.”
”No by all means, last thing I’d want is to spoil the one thing that’s made you smile all night.”
The sarcasm is blatant but I take her up on the offer and keep my domino mask on. With that I enter the nearby building with my bo-staff at the ready. The lights are off and without my suit to power it, the infrared on my mask is useless.
”Hello? Is there anyone in here?”
”Tim….Drake…..?”
Odd. Not everyday someone calls for help and then mentions you by name. That can’t be good.
”Who’s asking?”
Without a response the lights come on revealing that Steph’s been right behind since I entered the building. Damn it Steph this isn’t what I meant by watching my back. This must be what Bruce went through when he was training me, as boy did it wind him up badly when I interpreted ‘watch my back’ literally.
I look forward to see a figure clad in back wielding a katana, similar to the one used by Damian.
”Tim Drake. The great Ra’s Al-Ghul has scentenced you to death!”
He’s with the League.
I need to warn Bruce.
They’re here.
Before I have a chance to grab my phone out of my pocket the figure charges forward blade raised ready to strike.
”Tim watch out!”
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Just a bit of a public information announcement, I'll be picking up Brandon's roles to see Heir to the Demon through, starting off with this Robin issue. Sam (The_Lego_Guy) will continue strong with his Nightwing series (which you really should read) and hopefully you'll enjoy the final product we have crafted along with Brandon.
Thank you for your time!
Mabel is not without her sarcasms! Mabel is 10 years old, and I love her dearly, but when she met my husband 8 years ago, it was love at first sight. She is a daddy's girl!
Hugs and thanks for viewing! =o)
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I had a quilt made of old t-shirts done through Project Repat and gave it to my daughter for her birthday last week. Some of the t-shirts in it were ones that I had not worn in a long time. And some, like this one, were bought in thrift stores. When my daughter saw this, she reminded me that she had one just like this that she worn all through middle school. I had totally forgotten about her old t-shirt when I bought this one at the thrift shop!
This sounds like sarcasm today (I had no doubt it had to do with the 'Occupy' movement/s when I first saw it hanging outside an antiques shop), but in fact it was an earnest and well-intended appeal around the time of WW I (like various other Uncle Sam -themed posters from the time, including 'Breed Pigs!') The latter is a better idea for Wall Street occupiers to engage in something a little more meaningful?
Unoriginal name, I know, but I'm too lazy to think of anything else. WisrthanU wanted a close up of what I presume to be the Gunblade V2, and I couldn't resist making a small vignette to go with it :P
“Every one says forgiveness is a lovely idea, until they have something to forgive.”
C.S. Lewis
Sorry for the sarcasm dear contacts !
Something keeps bugging me ... I dont feel good.
No me he podido resistir a la tentación de colgar una foto del concierto de Roger Waters, tocando íntegro el The Wall de Pink Floyd, anoche en Madrid....
I could not resist the temptation to add a photo from Roger Water´s concert in Madrid, playing The Wall live...
Booom dia!
Prosseguindo com o meu Desafio 12 Meses, 12 Esmaltes 2015 , eis minha décima-primeira mani, a que seria de Novembro. Uhulles só falta uma!
Esse tipo de gritti td coloridinho sempre me encanta, mas tbm sempre me deixa na dúvida sobre qual melhor tom de base para usar. Daí que buscando idéias, vi esta aqui da Dayane e não tive dúvidas, ia ~cupiá~ pois o branco destacou tuuttinho...rsrsr
Eu sempre sofro pra esmaltar com branco e depois d ver a propaganda do Branco Absoluto da Avon, viu Adri, resolvi comprar e ó gente, melhor branco da vida! Tanto que me possibilitou copiar a mani e pagar mais uma vez a Tag Copiei porque Gostei!
Aí tem:
1xbase verde risqué
2x Branco Absoluto - Avon. Sim, fecha com uma se vc for mais habilidosa e souber calcular melhor o peso da mão...rsrsrs
2X Sarcasm - PL
e finalizei com tc da colorama para variar.
Bjoooos
"So what's the plan, oh fearless leader?" Harry asks me, as we all swing towards the Inheritors.
"Well, I'm guessing wooden stakes don't work on them, and there's not much in the way of direct sunlight in this place, so I'm not really sure."
Ghost-Spider: "So we're facing them without a plan.. That's just great." Her voice, reeked with sarcasm.
"Hey, I'm open to suggestions! Haven't had time to think of one, before getting portaled right to them!" I say, webbing one of vampires up, before he quickly breaks out of it. Ghost-Spider, and Spider-Cop are teaming up on one of the Inheritors, while the rest are taking on the others. Ghost Spider and Spider-Cop are working surprisingly well together, being almost in sync. Superior Spider-Girls uses her mechanical arms to throw herself at one of them, trying to stab her with said arms. No one else dies.. That's what I kept telling myself. Too many deaths for one lifetime. There's not much I can do however, as I'm pretty tied up right now fighting one of the others.
"So what's your name?" I ask the one that I'm leaping around, trying to find the right opportunity to strike. It's then that my spider sense goes off, as a different Inheritor goes to grab my leg. Webbing their hand to the ground, I keep on the move, using a combination of web swinging, and flipping over others. The fight goes on, with each side taking major hits. Spider-Cop looks like he's about to pass out, but that's mostly due to him throwing himself in the way of any hit Ghost Spider would've taken.
"Karn." He says, looking at me, expression less, as he tries stabbing me with his Bident. Unlike the rest of his brothers and sisters, he is quite calm about the situation, but is somewhat hesitant in hitting me.
"Well, Karn, I'll be taking this.." I say, yanking the Bident from his hand, smacking him square in the face with it, before leaping off him. Two of the Inheritors, that look to be twins, seem to be making this a game, trying to one up the other.
Bora: "Are we having fun yet, dear brother?" The female twin asks, as she leaps after Spinneret, with knives drawn.
Brix: "Why wouldn't I be, Bora? After all, I am currently winning!" The male twin replies, as he throws Harry into me with his whip.
"Owh." I groan, as I try to get up. Harry's back up rather quickly, going back to fight the male twin. The Inheritor facing Spider-Girl rips her bandana off while his other hand punches her repeatedly. Without the bandana, it's easy to tell, that Spider-Girl is my sister, Teresa.
"T-SPIDER-GIRL!" I yell, swing kicking into the Inheritor that's punching her. He stumbles back a few steps, as I dodge the incoming attacks from other nearby Inheritors.
"I-I'm fine.." Spider-Girl manages to say, as she struggles to stand upright.
Daemos: "You're a fool if you truly believe you can beat us. As the eldest of the family, I'll show you the error of your ways." He brings his hammer overhead to try and hit me. Still having the Bident, I use it to grab the hilt of the hammer, throwing it away from him. As he dives towards it, Superior Spider-Girl tosses it to Harry, who uses it to hit the male twin, sending him flying into his sister. My spider-sense starts tingling, as Karn's back for more, prying the Bident from my hands.
"You're better than this Karn. You don't have to do this." I say, trying to reason with him.
"I have to.. It's the only way to make up for what I've done. Our parents, dead, because of me." Karn hesitates once more, not putting the full force into his punch.
"Look, I don't know what happened, and I'm not going to pretend that I do. But I get what you're feeling. I've lived with that guilt for a long time.. Of losing a family member, thinking that it's all your fault. That if you were smarter, it could've been avoided. But it's not too late, to make the right choice now. Your family, is trying to kill millions of people, and you don't want that. Otherwise, you would've already killed me."
"I-only wanted to create things, not destroy them.. But when I failed my family, there was no way out. I had to be like them, to atone for my past mistakes."
"You don't have to do that anymore. There's always another way. So please.. Help us."
"... O-kay. But what you're doing won't work. There's only one thing that can stop us." He whispers something else into my ear, something about radiation being the key, and that he's heard of Earth 3145, a radioactive Earth. As I'm talking to Karn, there's a scream. Turning around, to a truly horrifying sight. Superior Spider-Girl, getting impaled with her own mechanical arms. Spider-Cop collapses, after taking one too many slashes to the chest, protecting Ghost Spider, even though it costed him his life. I fall down to my knees, my head lowering. I don't know why I thought this would be any different. Got Karn on our side, but it's too late.
"Get up. There's still time to save everyone else." Teresa says, weakly. Picking myself back up, as yet another portal opens up. One after the other, more Spiders come.
"Sorry we're late. Just got the Master Weaver's SOS a few minutes ago." One of the new additions says, before joining in the fight. This gives me, and Karn, opportunity to search for a gateway to this radiation infested world, as he still has the transversal device. The tide is changing in our favour, as thousands of Spider men, women, and animals come to our aid. You can see the Inheritors getting worn down. Finally, after a few minutes of calibrations, me and Karn open the gateway.
"Now's the time! Everyone, get them inside!" Karn yells, raising his Bident into the air.
Daemos: "Filthy traitor! To think there was a time I was actually jealous of you." One of the other Inheritors says, as he swings his hammer at Karn. With a web line, I'm able to yank the hammer away from him once more. Harry's getting some punches in on the male twin, making him stumble closer to the open portal. Hundreds sacrifice themselves to give us the opportunity to stop the Inheritors permanently.
"LET'S GO!!" Harry shouts triumphantly, as we make one last push, web kicking, and throwing the Inheritors with every last bit of strength we have left. After what feels like half an hour of fighting, they finally stumble backwards into the portal, sending them away to Earth 3145.
"It's over.. It's finally over.." Spider-Ham says, with a sigh of relief.
"Yeah, but at what cost?" Ghost Spider cries.
Harry: "The Inheritors won't ever be able to hurt another soul ever again. Take the win where you can get it. Yes, far too many of us died for it to happen, but everyone knew that there was heavy risk involved. They didn't have to come, but they did. We will never forget the sacrifice they made, so that thousands, no, millions more could live."
"Why was I leader again? That speech is one of a leader." I say, trying to lighten the mood a bit, but it's a tall order.
Harry: "You, Spider-Man, brought us together. No one else could have done it. Without you, there wouldn't even be the Web Warriors."
"Web Warriors?" I ask, somewhat puzzled.
Harry: "Eh, it's a work in progress. Was the first name I thought of."
Spinneret: "Better than Spider-Army, so it works for me!"
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Later
After a memorial for all of the spiders who sacrificed themselves to save the day, we all went our separate ways. Karn, looking for redemption, is the new Master Weaver, forever watching the Web of Life and Destiny. After an emotional goodbye, Harry went home, to Earth 56. Ghost Spider, the only one of us with a transversal device, travelled to Earth 121, to tell the family of Spider-Cop, George Stacy, of his passing. I told her I could do it, but she wanted to be the one to do it, as he died saving her. Spider-Ham, Spinneret, and Spider-Girl, along with the others who came to help, went back to their Earths, with the help of Karn. To help sustain his life-force, some of us allowed him to drain our energy, but in non lethal amounts. But now, it's time I returned home.
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Earth 616
I walk up to the front door of the house, and I notice a sign on the door. It's an eviction noticed, dated almost a month from now. Turning the door knob, it's surprisingly unlocked. No lights on, so maybe everyone's just sleeping? Looking inside, there's nothing here. No furniture, nothing laying around on the floor, nothing. There's the bare bones, but that's it.
"Peter, is that you?" Teresa's voice fills the house, as I turn around to see her standing there, in the door frame, as I forgot to shut it behind me.
"Teresa, hey.. What's going on? Where is everything?" I ask, giving my sister the worlds biggest hug.
"Where have you been?" Teresa asks, noticing the battle damaged costume, along with the visible cuts and bruises on my face.
"That's uh kind of a long story. Could you please answer the question? I'm kind of about to pass out here, haven't slept for a while ya know."
"Peter.. You've been gone for two months."
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Earth 1337
Felicia's gone, the symbiote's gone. Left with nothing, but time in a jail cell, to think long and hard about what I've lost. It's all his fault. Those other Spider-Men.
"Inmate, looks like you've got a visitor today. Surprised there's someone that's still friend with a scumbag like you." He escorts me out of my cell, into the visitors center. I sit down, and across from me, is someone I don't recognize.
"Do I know you?"
"No, no you do not. My names Miles.. Miles Warren. But I have a proposition that I think you'd be interested in. One that would help you get revenge on the ones who let Felicia die, and reunite yourself with an old friend of yours, the symbiote. Well, not the exact same one, as that one's as good as gone. But one that is more improved."
"You had me at revenge." We shake hands, a new partnership formed.
3) It'salways darkest before dawn.So if you're going to steal your neighbour's newspaper,that's the time to do it.
ZEN SARCASM
About Project "Dream" -- There are a few things that everyone dreams of or wishes to do at some point in their life.
Over the next 7 days, I will be telling you about some of the things that I wish to do before I turn 35!
4/7 Learn Cooking
All my life, I have found cooking to be the most uninteresting and one of the toughest things to do. KC is a foodie - and I really wish to cook for him - before 35 for sure!
I see a big smile on his face! Full of Hope or sarcasm -- I don't know! : )
3/7 Start my desiGn studio
Since my school, I wanted to become a fashion designer. As I grew up, there was pressure from my folks to become an Engg. / Doctor etc etc. I knew that I couldn't study that much - but still managed to take Mathemathics & Economics in college and got a good percentage too (surprisingly!).
My parents were happy and somehow I was too. And then, I wasn't very keen on taking up design ! I got into the corporate world - totally unplanned - got a good job with a decent salary. It kept me happy for a few years but not any more. And now "Design" has re-entered my life!
Even if I'm not able to do half of what I dream of - but I take "design" very seriously. If not before 35 - atleast in this life for sure!
2/7 Buy an SUV
Second on my list is to buy an SUV. Oh, it doesn't end here. I want to drive at more than 200mph drunk and get lost somewhere. Is that too much to dream of? : ) I guess not.
My SUV options - BMW X5, Porsche Cayenne, Audi Q7 - any suggestions?
1/7 Travel the world
The first one is to travel the world. Not the typical touristy trail but explore the unknown, understand a new culture, learn a new language and make new friends.
Watch this space for more of me :)
Si, es verdad que tengo mi genio, ¿ y quién no? Puedo ser ángel cuando alguien me trata correctamente, pero tb puedo ser demonio cuando faltan a mis principios.
¡¿Que coño estáis mirando pandilla de cretinos?!, ¡no tenéis cojones para ser lo que soñáis ser!, necesitáis personas como yo para señalarlas con el dedo y decir: "ese es el malo"¡¿Y quién sois vosotros?!, ¿Los buenos?, no sois buenos, simplemente escondéis vuestra frustración por no ser nadie, todo lo que digáis se lo acabará llevando el viento, mientras yo sigo creciendo sin frenos...
Si, hablad de mi, odiadme, pero hablad de mi, dadme la importancia que merezco!
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Desde que esse glitter foi lançado desejei loucamente!Um dos mais lindos dela!
E quando consegui o meu já sabia com que cor de base iria usar;laranja!
Mas acontece que eu tava com vontade de nude e vi uma foto dele com essa cor e achei que destacou tanto os glitters coloridos que eu resolvi fazer assim!
O Nude que usei foi o meu preferidinho,o Corda Bamba da Colorama!
Vou ter que tentar com o laranja,com o nude eu gostei e tals mas não me ganhou rssss
Foto tomada sin animo de lucro. Si te reconoces en ella y no quieres aparecer en internet, ponte en contacto conmigo.
after the 'flower massacre'
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www.youtube.com/watch?v=XPsvJ3FO2V0 by yours truly
Thank you for listening "Pretty Woman"
Yeah, time, time, time is on my side, yes it is
I said, time, time, time is on my side, yes it is
I said, time, time, time is on my side
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Title ( & tune in my head whilst creating this) inspired by:
Time Is on My Side
Song by The Rolling Stones -
as a Metaphor and irony/sarcasm
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ai/edited created in gimp/finished in pixlr
Como podéis ver, me he puesto de largo para la lectura de hoy. ¡Me siento mas princesa que nunca!... ¡y que pendientes!, (suspiro). Será mejor que me centre en la lectura porque como me enrolle, no paro así que como es costumbre me toca decir:
Advertencia habitual y ¡empezamos!:
"¡CUIDADO!, absténgase de la lectura de este cuento las personas que carezcan del sentido de la ironía, el sarcasmo y cierto sentido del humor muy particular, podría provocar graves ataques de tontería aguda."
“(Melisa) –‘Solo era…una…broma, je,je…¡uyyy!’ –susurró cohibida.”
“(Contras/Presentadora) –‘Ejem… y también formando parte del jurado pido un fuerte aplauso para Contras, renombrada estilista mundial…'
(Contras/Estilíssta) –‘La combinacción de prenddas lo ess toddo, por muy bonitta que ssea una prendda, si no combbina… nadda, nadda como patittos en el aggua, jeeé… Me occupare de que la eleggida sea muuy combbinable… la ppobre va a sser la únicca de su classe en el armmario de MMeli, ¡sserá mejjor que combbine mass que unna ccoctelera en el cumpleaññoss de Linddsay Lohann!, jeeé, jeeé’ – una mirada despechada de las botitas ‘especiales’ le hizo salir de su error –‘¡Qquerida!, ¡qquerida!, tu no cuentass, estass… ¡en ottro nivell!’
(Contras/Presentadora) –‘… y otro muy grande para la siguiente miembro del jurado, Contras, experta en belleza botuna…’
(Contras/B.B.) –‘¡Oooh!, ¡gracias!, ¡estáis todas… guapísimas!, ¡bellísimas!, ¡preciosísimas!, ¡oh, babe!, ¡realmente espectacularísimas!'
(Contras/Presentadora) –‘y me complace en extremo que la conocida como ‘L’árbitre de l’elegáncia’, Contras, de su toque especial a este jurado.’
(Contras/Arbiter elegantiae) –‘¡Cher mignon!... no soy digna de tan… grandilocuente título, ¿quién lo sería?... pero si cometemos ce délit contre la rationalité, ma belle fleur du printemps enveloppé du bleu qui appartient aux anges celestes, deberíamos utilizarlo adecuadamente. Arbiter elegantiae… la pureza del latín frente a la belleza del francés, ¡oh!, estimulante dilema…’
(Contras/Presentadora) –‘…y de lo etéreo del ‘buen gusto’ a la visión práctica de nuestra siguiente jurado. Experta en el mundo del zapato, ella nos dará el punto de vista de lo material, de la comodidad, del el día a día, fuerte aplauso a Contras…’
(Contras/Experta) –‘Yo ya lo he dicho antes, si no se prueba las botas no hay nada que hacer, ¡nada que hacer! Yo no puedo garantizar nada, no hago milagros. Se tiene que probar, es que tiene que ser así ¿Cómo voy a saber si le molestan, si le duele, si le quedan un poquito pequeñas?, ¡o grandes!, ¿lo tengo que adivinar?, lo he dicho antes…’
(Contras/Presentadora) –‘En fin, las difíciles cuestiones prácticas que se le plantean a una chica cd. La siguiente miembro de nuestro jurado es modelo internacional. Nadie triunfa en las pasarelas como Contras…’
(Contras/Modelo) –‘Gracias, gracias… Cuando modelo, y también en mi vida normal, me encanta llevar botas altas, estilizan mucho, y te sientes una diosa. Tampoco puedo negar que me pirran los tacones altos, muy altos y finos, y abogaré con todas mis fuerzas para que la elegida cumpla este canon de belleza.’
(Contras/Presentadora) –‘La penúltima miembro del jurado es como decirlo, una ‘todoterreno’ en estos temas, seguro que mirará a donde las demás no miren, fuerte aplauso a la Srta. Contras.’
(Contras/Avispada) –‘…..’ – (Sonrisa)
(Contras/Presentadora) –‘La séptima, ¡perdón!, la novena y última miembro de nuestro jurado es una habitual en este tipo de certamen. Critica profesional cuyas opiniones suelen ser muy polémicas y apartadas de lo políticamente correcto… ¡Bienvenida querida Contras!’
(Contras/Negativa) –‘Bienhallada… querida Contras. Siento ser polémica, pero diré la verdad aunque no guste… ni sea bonita. He echado una mirada a las concursantes, con una basta, no te dan ganas de repetir la experiencia, y no están al nivel necesario, se nota que son botas baratas y lo siento por las ilusiones puestas, pero si hubiera verdadera clase y buen gusto en este jurado, habría que declarar este concurso desierto.’
(Contras/Presentadora) –‘Parece que no decepcionaras a nadie, ¡siempre provocadora! Este jurado tendrá mucho que hablar y discutir, no me gustaría estar en su pellejo porque, y te rectifico querida Contras, la elección va a ser durísima debido al gran nivel de las participantes. Por suerte contamos con un gran jurado para una gran elección. Y ahora que conocemos al jurado ha llegado el momento de conocer a nuestras verdaderas protagonistas…’”
Continuara dentro de cuatro fotos…
Esta vez me he vuelto loca y me ha dado por definir unos personajes, que la verdad, ¡no se que voy a hacer con ellos! Espero que se me ocurra algo y no quede muy forzado. La excusa, la de siempre… me apetecía en este momento y me ha salido así. Al fin y al cabo lo hago como ejercicio creativo… ¡pues a lo que me salga! Como podéis observar, esta vez he preferido definir personalidades y posponer la descripción de los looks, puede que incluso los obvie. Por cierto… ¿cuántos personajes han aparecido en el cuento hasta ahora? Depende de como se mire, la respuesta puede ser incluso… uno. Y con esta “curiosa” reflexión os dejo, deciros que yo prefiero la visión de cuento de hadas a esta visión mas introspectiva. ¡Besitos de puesta de largo!
PS: Los capítulos anteriores podéis encontrarlos en el álbum dedicado al cuento, la dirección es: www.flickr.com/photos/47932076@N05/sets/72157625978352555...
Sarcasmo em ON.
Mais um evento “triste” para a história da cidade do Rio de Janeiro.
Números do evento do Campeonato Mundial de aviação de velocidade e Precissão.
- todos que levaram câmeras foram roubados, todos – sem exceção. Acho que roubaram umas 20 mil câmeras. Eu mesmo transmiti essa foto por telepatia.
- 20 mil mortos por balas perdidas e 50 milhões de feridos somente durante o evento.
- 758 milões de ambulantes ocuparam as pistas do Aterro.
- todas as estações do metrô, todas - desmonoraram. um milhão de soterrados.
cadê a mídia apocalípitica?
Alguém viu algum roubo no evento de um milhão de pessoas?
Cadê os ambulantes com seus isopores?
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[♪] Música do Dia – Wilson Simonal - Nem Vem Que Não Tem.
homage-to-P.Jaisini
Just you read with what Paul Jaisini is grabbing on. . As you can see even Stelly respond to this remark with pluralistic sarcasm : Reads the text of the man who holding this girl fort about 5 years inside his mind! Paul Jaisini - is not what I thought it would!!! Read!!
“Hey, Jaisini! It meant to be like your invisible paintings. If you can see beyond the black square (canvas), keep it.” Kazimir’s cat
OPEN YOUR EYE!
Paul Jaisini destroyed all art.
Paul Jaisini He Paints Invisible Paintings Since 1994
20 years ago Paul Jaisini destroyed all of his critically acclaimed art.
VISION REDIRECTED
Paul Jaisini. HE PAINTS INVISIBLE PAINTINGS
IN THE KINGDOM OF BLIND THE ONE–EYED IS THE KING.
PAINTING OIL WAS HIS LIFE’S JOY. PERHAPS INVISIBLEPAINTINGS ARE MUCH MORE.
Wipe Out Rainbow!