Sunday, February 15, 2009

Shannon Briggs Vs Sergei Lyakhovich Vidéo




face to face I look at you and wonder if I can cope.
face me you are and I sail the face.
my personality has two faces and I wonder if I showed you the good side.
show you the good side, I do not know if I can cope.
I want to play a coin, if tails I continü to draw my face commme you love me to do and if heads, I'll face, and I will and I'll tell regardrai you do not know the good side.
good face is not plain to see, but not obvious to accept it was your turn to deal with it because I did not want to hide my face.
me your face, I plunged my look in your eyes, you think I'm real, authentic, but I'm tired of this side show.
a person has two sides I am, I have an identity schisophrenie
and I want to choose one side.
but which side do I choose? one that you like or that I like?
no I'm not wrong, I'm just a person has two faces.
not, in fact I am not a person has two sides, the truth is that I hide their faces.
I want to send you this text, but I am a conasse a bitch and to you I continü to show the opposite that I am shaped as it is exactly what you would like me to do.
strongly our next face to face because it will be an opportunity for me to take up the challenge and whether j'arretrai me look the other way.

Saturday, February 14, 2009

What Simple Machine Is A Toothbrush

close our eyes I hate Valentine's Day!


I hate valentine, I hate valentine, I hate her!
dripping all this love, all those lovers who are buying gifts, kissing, holding each other by the hand, I hate them!
I hate the way they flaunt their love in front of us poor single persons in need of love! a little respect for us shit! spare our feelings and our jealousy! we are jealous of your love, then love you but do not our eyes!
I hate Valentine's Day, and all this love dripping!
and me then, why I have no one to hold my hand? !
you disappeared three weeks, and you re-learned, you invited me to dinner, you're Gentelman cheek, and you tell me that you have a gift for me !
tell you that you have not stopped thinking of me, you want to be with me, I was afraid that limit you to tell me I love you!
but no, all your fine words were not used, I will never be yours, because you do not like it at all.
I wish you to know that I have a blog like this you will only have to read the article to break up with me because I hate to break!
relationship on hold!
I hate Valentine's Day and all this love dripping!
dear friends, love you, but discretemet, kiss you but secretly, saying kind words, but in a low voice, make love, but spare us the details!
short, household us!
I hate Valentine's Day, and all this love dripping!

Friday, February 13, 2009

What Will Ringworm Look Like As It Is Healing

my tunisia, my love, my pain


tunisia, tunisia my, I love you so much!
love wandering your streets, watching people hang out, hang the Tunisian all the time, do all the time breaks, and I like it.
I spend hours at the bar drinking a "capppucin" a400 millimes tounsi Mush Lavazza, I hang out, chat, spend the day has nothing fuck, besides I'm not the only one trainer, all Tunisians hang out, it's our way of life.
I listen with an air of the morning on waking fairouz turning on the radio, not RTCI, not mosaic, el idhe3a el Wataneya.
I wear the sweater of hope (my favorite team) on Sunday morning and bet we'll win. I love to hear
wled el 7ouma tell me "hey bech sarroura nwakloukom 4 lyoum"
and I smile, and I continue to hang out.
I read "lapresse" although I know it's a cloth corropmu.
I like your bathing beaches in the summer, make the bitch and play beach between swims.
I like to drink Turkish coffee fait 9ahwa 3alia of Sidi Bou el summer while listening to an air of kalthoum omm.
I eat couscous on Sunday surrounded by my family.
I mowed my student status who prefer to buy cigarettes rather than make my photocopies.
which country could offer me that luxury, which country could share my tunisia I afford it?
I love all these pictures and fuck those who profit from advertising to touch the sensibility of the average Tunisian.
southern accent like my grand mother who wakes me up every morning, I speak our dialect and fuck all who say he does live in Tunisia.
I hang out downtown and stopped to drink a glass of lemonade and trainer again and again.
tunisia, tunisia my I love you so much and yet I will soon leave you, I am able to live somewhere else, breathe another air is not yours?
yet I need to leave you because I am suffocating.
I choked and it is time for me to breathe, to fill my lungs with air, take a good breath and my courage in both hands and leave you to breathe, to finally be myself.
more lies, more stress, more boundaries and places to life.
my tunisia I love you, but I feel that my Horizons are limited here, and live in your comfort in your letting go does not allow me to evolve.
I'm not gonna leave tomorrow, but soon and I think already and I'm afraid.
but I know they have to, it's the best thing to do for my personal development.
I'll miss you, so you'll miss me evolve and I hope, become a better person and have cahnce serve you one day.

Sunday, February 8, 2009

My Sister Wearing Stockings

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Friday, February 6, 2009

Port Royale 2 Multiplayer Mode

Man Is Only As Sick as historical secrets


a Man Is Only As Sick as historical secrets

no it is not an article in English, just as is. and indeed it is only because I could not find the exact translation of this quote! But I tried. Here below some translations:
a man is only as sick as its secrets: this is a literal translation, but has no valid meaning.
the secrets of a man make him sick: AC does not mean anything either.
as he keeps secret the man is sick: it makes no sense
that keeping a secret makes a man sick one moves more and more real sense of ciatation.
short, I'll spare you my translation skills that are not worth a penny, let us return to our sheep.
Man Is a history as sick as secrets.
right now I'm in my step: I downloaded, I look, I downloaded, I mate. I spend my days downloading series and then watch them, and I stay in bed the computer on his lap.
I am also at my stage: AC is useless to leave my room if it was to go to the same places to see the same faces. So I remain
at home, snug in bed, I rest and I watch my favorite players out and partying, love, hate, revenge, getting drunk mouth, live simply.
and it is just watching desperate housewives I read this quote on the wall at a meeting of Alcolique anonymous.
and as I just finished exams and I have nothing important to do and nothing leads me to think, this quote caught my attention and prompted me to think. at what point is this correct?
before you tell the rest of the story you need to know something: all the questions that I can find no answer obsess me until I finally find an answer. this response may not be convincing but I must have to get rid of my obsession.
short, so I questioned the accuracy of that quote.
A Man is Only as Sick as historical secrets.
if it's true, then when it gets rid of her secrets we are healed.
if c is false then we can continue to live without reveal our secrets and keep them well hidden deep inside of us (which is the very definition of a secret).
for the first hypothesis, the difficulty lies in the inability to find the right person, the person who in turn will keep our secret, and it is not easy task since we even we were unable to keep it.
on the 2nd hypothesis, I tried a long time to choose it as a solution before feeling that I was going to explode and I had to entrust myself to someone.
that's when I decided a few years ago to give me a professional, since in this case, I had the advantage of the 2nd hypothesis without the inconvenience: I get rid of my burden and at the same I make sure that time will keep the secret.
but I could not entrust me to him.
he cured me, of course, I'm out of my depression and I speak without taboos, I'm even proud of me, proud of me being out.
but I could not trust me with him (dear reader this is not a rehearsal, just a sudden desire to rewrite the same sentence) has
Man Is Only As Sick as historical secrets.
today, over a discussion on Skype, I was chatting with my girlfriend, when that sentence again crossed my mind, so I decided to give him all my secrets.
she now lives across the world, but this is by far the person I feel closest.
and here is how I decided to evaluate the accuracy of this quote, I unpacked everything to my best friend via Skype.
her reaction: she laughed and told me why you waited so long to tell me while I entrust you all my secrets?
I told him that I was not ready yet (I did not tell him it's also because this phrase haunts me and I wanted to check the accuracy).
short, we talked for hours, sometimes it was serious and sometimes she was leaving her and I was relieved habitulles gates, I felt liberated, healed, and the same time free from my obsession.
A Man is Only as Sick as historical secrets, it's true.
Check yourself and see.