other favorites i can remember:

apple seeds on a

buttons on b

crayon chunks on c

dirt on d

fake fur on f

grass on g

hair on h

ice cube painting on i

jewels on j

ketchup packets on k

lint (from the dryer) on l

(fake) money on m

nut shells on n

oatmeal on o

purple paint on p

q-tips on q

ribbon on r

sand on s

tape on t

(paper drink) umbrellas on u

velvet on v

wipes on w

x-rays on x

yellow yarn on y

zippers on z

So, the first week was really hard. I watched 90210 reruns, drank heavily and sat at my computer, listening to loud music and just being generally lonely. It was sad being by myself, but at the same time, not all that different from when K was actually there. At least this time there was a reason I was not having sex or any other kind of interaction.

This week was easier. Since I stayed at home most of last week, I got stir crazy around Tuesday and Anne and I went to the bar (after American Idol, of course [Ed. note: I agree with every word in this article. It sums it up so perfectly]) for a couple drinks. We ended up catching up with a guy we knew a LONG time ago (and whom, by the way, we were in NO way attracted to) and some of his friends. After a little while, we decided to walk across the street to another bar.

For reasons which I cannot recall (because the details were too unimportant, not because I'd had 3 rum and Diet Cokes. OK maybe a little of it was the rum), I went first, followed by Anne and the people we'd been talking to, who arrived a few minutes later. Lo and behold, who was sitting at the bar? Yep, K. We were totally innocent from debauchery, so I chatted him up for a bit and then went on my merry way when Anne and the others arrived. After all, we are taking a "break." We feel in no way obligated to speak to each other every single day. Plus, he had already been at our house with his friends for several hours, so I'd had my fair share of him that day.

The next day, I tried calling him because he seemed peeved when he saw me at the bar. He never answered his phone until after work, and he definitely had an attitude when he picked up. Just the way he said, "hello," I could feel it.

"What's wrong?" I said.
"What?"
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing."
"You seem pissed off."
"Well, I'm not exactly jubilated." (his word, not mine)
"Why?"
"I think you know why."
"Apparently I don't."

K then went on to explain that it had appeared that I was "scoping out the bar" before I called Anne in with our supposed entourage. First things first, I did not expect to see K at the bar. Secondly, I did not care that K was at the bar. Thirdly, what the fuck? I told K he was reading WAY too much into things. I may be smart, but I am not that scandalous. Especially after 3 rum and Diets.

Anyhoodle, we were supposed to go to a beach wedding this weekend, but I decided to take Anne instead of K, because I am in desperate need of a girl's vacation. I am so effing excited. I can't wait to get on the beach and drink mojitos. We picked a ton of fresh mint from my yard and we're bringing all the fixin's to make the best mojitos you will ever consume. I honestly CAN'T. WAIT.

So . . . hopefully Monday or Tuesday I will post some pictures from the trip. Of course, you'll have to have access to the password to see them ;)

Happy weekend!

Men tilbage til vores emne...Mange af jer læser tænker så Nu...hvad er det Mohammed-Jawad den 18-årige friske fyr med Ironi, sarkasme, humor samt et twist af dansk Provokation Ævler om? jah jeg ævler nemlig om den lov der blev vedtaget for et par dage siden (hvis det ikke var igår). Den er Heldigvis simpelthen i overensstemmelse med flertallet af de muslimske lærdes mening. Nemlig at kvinder IKKE MÅ ARBEJDE SOM DOMMERE!!!

- WHAT? må kvinder ikke arbejde som dommere i et muslimsk Land?

-NEJ, KVINDEN MÅ OVERHOVEDET IKKE ARBEJDE SOM DOMMER! Hverken i et muslimsk land, nation, kongerige, mikrostat, eller i et muslimsk Mikroovn. og Selvfølgelig må hun da ej hellere arbejde som dommer i et land, som er Ikke er Muslimsk!!!

ja, det kræver vel ikke mere end få hjerneceller at regne ud at DF har Taget Fundtmentalisterne ærinde og har gudskelov Forbudt kvinder som bærer tørklædet for at arbejde som dommere...For DF har forbudt dem i at synde :(

SÅ Kære Søstre i ISLAM I KAN GØRE DET...JEG KAN IKKE GÅ HEN OG KRAM PIA KJÆRSGAARD OG GIV HENDE ET KINDEKYS ELLER TO!!! FOR hun har lige redet jeres R*V Fra at synde og evt. risikere at komme i Helvedet for noget der ikke er det værd....

Enormous changes would follow,

Changes that would not make me popular

Politicians would hate me because my words are  not hollow.

First day on the job

I would bring our troops home and abolish the patriot act,

From all over the world they would come

To protect our home land that's a fact.

Presidential Order HR5301

For reasons of National Security Protection of our borders,

No more wars over oil

If they want to eat the world can submit their orders.

Every outside threat to American Citizens

Will be swiftly dealt with without a warning shot,

A fact will be spoken and not a lie

For the world will know not to threaten and plot.

Nuclear Fallout

How will they prepare,

No more American kids lost to war

We are not the ones they need to scare.

Democratic and Republican Parties

Will be no more,

I will see to that with

Presidential Order HR5304.

Those thieves and liars now sitting in congress

Your next on the chopping block,

New Independent Representatives to be elected on Presidential Order HR5302

We The People have decided to close the halls of congress with a chain and lock.

Presidential Order HR5303

Insures all Americans free health care and food to eat,

All farmers will be paid to grow healthy crops of

Vegetables, Livestock, Corn, Rice and Wheat.

American companies will have one chance

Come back and hire hard working Americans,

Presidential Order HR5305 will make sure they understand

That if they choose not to come back their fates will be the same as Democrats and Republicans.

With Presidential Order HR5306 Restoration of the Constitution

There will be no doubt,

I am a President of The People for The People

Everyone will know what I am all about.

Presidential Order HR5307 would insure no more Trade Deficit

We would not accept product from the world without equal American Products being sent,

You and I both know that this will only happen

IF I WAS ELECTED PRESIDENT.

Written by JD Sparks

I would write a post every 30 min.

Actually many posts past around my mind, some last, others didn't...

They don't matter at all to the public, since they'll never be published...

- but there's still some matter in having them... around my head... to remember and to forget them.

Again time and only time is the point.

Goodbye.... until some (an)other, time.

2K Games ha anunciado el acuerdo con Universal Pictures para lanzar BioShock en la gran pantalla. La idea de llevar BioShock a la gran pantalla no solo ha atraído a un importante estudio de cine, también a grandes talentos de Hollywood como Gore Verbinski, el director de la trilogía de Piratas del Caribe ha sido el elegido para dirigir y producir la película de BioShock. John Logan, guionista de películas como Gladiator, El Aviador y Sweeney Todd, también formará parte en la película del título.

De momento no ha sido revelada la fecha de estreno ni los términos del acuerdo. Recordemos que BioShock ha sido todo un éxito por la crítica y los aficionados, ha vendido más de 2 millones de unidades desde su lanzamiento en Agosto de 2007 para Xbox 360 y PC. La secuela del juego, BioShock 2 llegará en 2009.

Strauss Zelnick, Presidente de Take-Two declaró, "Nos encanta que la visión que tuvo 2K Games para que BioShock se proyecte en un nuevo medio.","BioShock está considerado un título soberbio dentro del mundo del entretenimiento interactivo por su contenido cinematográfico y su elaborado argumento, haciéndolo perfecto para la gran pantalla. Al asociarnos con Universal y Gore Verbinski, hemos reunido un equipo que respeta los aspectos más peculiares de BioShock y lo traducirá en una potente experiencia cinematográfica.","La capacidad de atraer a un estudio tan importante y a un equipo tan creativo lo dice todo sobre la franquicia BioShock. También demuestra que Take-Two está consiguiendo un gran valor en sus títulos basándose en su estrategia de creación y propiedad de los productos más potentes de la industria."

Christoph Hartmann, Presidente de 2K Games comentó, "Los aficionados de BioShock aprecian especialmente la profundidad y complejidad del juego y, gracias a nuestro acuerdo de colaboración con Gore Verbinski, podremos presentar el mundo de Rapture a un público aún más amplio. Además de su increíble talento y sus reconocidísimas obras, Gore es un ávido jugador y un auténtico fan de BioShock, algo fundamental para que decidiéramos poner en marcha este proyecto."

Es ist vor allem nicht einleuchtend, warum sich Caro, das Mädel im roten T-Shirt, nicht einfach vor die versammelte Gruppe stellt und diese direkt mit ihrer Kritik und ihren Befürchtungen konfrontiert. Stattdessen verteilt sie heimlich Flyer, um alle Welt zu warnen (soll wohl an Sophie Scholl erinnern). Das ist in diesem Kontext allerdings lächerlich - überhaupt nicht mutig und ein sehr schwaches Vorbild für ausgeübte Meinungsfreiheit.

Yesterday was the first day of daycare/school for k/f. Because K is kind of sensitive, we had been to visit twice and had talked about the experience quite a bit. He woke up grumpy and got grumpier. He whined, wanted to be held and carried, wasn’t “comfort-ble” anywhere we put him. He didn’t want to eat breakfast, he wanted to lie on the couch.

At a certain point, I had to go to work - - and did. And the rest of the story, as relayed by T. . . .

He got them to the school. F was dropped off (happily, no tears). K was dropped off (not so happily, many tears). As T left, K was being held by a teacher, sobbing and looking over his shoulder at T, betrayed. Or rather, BETRAYED.

T got a call mid-day that K had stopped crying and indeed seemed to enjoy himself at Arts and Crafts time.

I got there to pick them up at about 5pm, thinking that I would be in the throes of the other parent-pickups. I certainly didn’t imagine being the second-to-last parent to pickup. But I was. I walked in the door and spotted him right away. He had on a fleece shirt with juice dripped down the front, his second pair of extra pants, his red boots. He was peaking out from behind an easel at the back of the room. The look in his eyes was forlorn, a little despairing, and reeked somewhat of abandonment. Even when I went over to him, he didn’t lose the look, in fact it just turned into blame, with betrayal close behind.

He wanted to get F right away, so off we went. He wanted to be carried, which I did for a bit. He slowly started to warm up to me and began to talk as we left the building. By the time we got to the car he was almost himself, ie not listening to me anymore.

And so it goes.
Yipes.

I find myself wishing that he could be different than me, ie not quite so introverted and sensitive. I had thought that he might be more like T. . . .extroverted and confident in the face of anything. I wonder from where do these things come? Nature or nurture? Could K be changed, or even encouraged to be a certain way?

Upon further reflection (and some probing questions from a colleague/friend), what am I saying by, “I wish he could be more like. . . .(insert anything here).” And what if he picks up on that? Does he feel like the way he is isn’t good enough. I am who I am today bc I was/am an introverted sensitive person. For certain, I don’t like it some days, but would I change it if I could go back to my childhood? I don’t know the answers here but I am surely thinking about what I want for my child. How do I accept him as he is, guide him toward something better, and yet love him and help him feel confident whatever the case may be.

You know. . . the fine line of balance, eluding me again.

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•Tracklist•

1. 1 Litre no Namida -Main Theme-
2. Hurdle wo Koete
3. Anata ga Oshiete Kure Tamono -Ai no Theme-
4. Yasashisa ni Tsutsumarete
5. Anji
6. Sunadokei
7. Kimi e no Long Pass
8. Rakujitsu
9. Shinobi yoru Byouma
10. Furi Aoge ba Aoi Sora
11. Namida no Imi
12. Senkoku
13. Mou Utae Nai
14. Te wo Nobase ba Anata ga
15. Kunou no Senritsu
16. Nagare na Danran
17. Sagashite Goran
18. Nigiyaka no Danran
19. Toumei na Sekai
20. Seimei aru Kagiri -Sub Theme-
21. Only Human (Piano Version)
22. Konayuki (Piano Version)
23. Only Human (Cello Version)

Extra songs:

• K - Only Human
• Remioromen - 3gatsu 9nichi
• Remioromen - 3gatsu 9nichi with Quartet
• Remioromen - Konayuki

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(Paul Stanley/Desmond Child/Andreas Carlsson)

Frustrated, degraded, down before you're done
Rejection, depression, can't get what you want
You ask me how I make my way
You ask me everywhere and why
You hang on every word I say
But the truth sounds like a lie
Live to win, 'till you die, 'till the light dies in your eyes
Live to win, take it all, just keep fighting till you fall
Obsessive, compulsive, suffocate your mind
Confusion, delusions, kill your dreams in time
You ask me how I took the pain
Crawled up from my lowest low
Step by step and day by day
'Till there's one last breath to go
Live to win, 'till you die, 'till the light dies in your eyes
Live to win, take it all, just keep fighting till you fall
Day by day, kickin' all the way, I'm not cavin' in
Let another round begin, live to win
Yeah, live, yeah, win
Live to win, 'till you die, 'till the light dies in your eyes
Live to win, take it all, just keep fighting 'till you fall
Day by day, kickin' all the way, I'm not cavin' in
Let another round begin, live to win
Live to win
Live to win
Yeah, live, yeah, win!!

The next few days passed without event. Kathryn did not hear from or see William. Really, that should not have been surprising. Their paths had rarely crossed before … Kathryn blushed … before the incident.

The incident. That was how Kathryn had chosen to think of it. She could not give a name to her humiliation, could not think of the acts he’d had her commit without giving in to horror. And yet, occasionally, while sitting at her desk, her fingers would still on the keyboard. She’d stare off into space a moment while a tiny portion of the event replayed itself in her mind.

Then she would force it from her consciousness, make herself get back to work. She looked, every day, in every corner of her workspaces for the cameras and monitors she now knew invaded nearly all of the office. William had recorded her breaking in to Shelley’s computer, had every mortifying second of the time spent in his office filed away somewhere for future viewing. It stood to reason he could be watching her now.

Kathryn was right, as it turned out. William was watching her. He watched as she got up from her desk and left her cubicle. His fingers touched a combination of numbers and letters on his keyboard, turning on cameras to follow her progress down the row of workspaces, around the corner into the corridor and into the ladies room. Another quick succession of keystrokes, and he was in the bathroom with her. He watched as she locked the door and stepped up to the sink.

Kathryn looked at herself for a long moment. Then she closed her eyes. When she did, the image she had seen of herself on his monitor invaded. She felt her pussy begin to moisten and pressed her lips together in self-loathing. She opened her eyes and watched her reflection as though it were someone else. Her left hand untucked her blouse, slipped underneath, stole upward, slipped inside her bra. Her fingers, nimble, found the erect bud and squeezed it. She gasped at what she was watching, the hand tweaking and moving under the blouse. She stepped backwards and sat on the toilet, still dressed, tugged up her skirt and spread her legs, her eyes never leaving the reflection.

All she could see now was her head in shoulders in the mirror, but it didn’t matter. Her eyes bored into the identical eyes in the mirror as her right hand found its way into her panties. Two fingers plunged into her pussy then slid back out. This would not be leisurely … no. She needed to come and to come quickly, come hard. She stroked her clit with her middle finger and watched the eyes in the mirror narrow to slits of pleasure. The hand on her nipple pinched harder, the finger on her clit stroked faster and then she lost contact with the Kathryn in the mirror as she threw her head back and convulsed into orgasm, biting her lip to keep from crying out, just in case someone was walking outside in the corridor.

As the last spasm faded, she slumped on the toilet, her hands leaving the pleasure spots they’d just worried. What the hell was she doing? What had happened to her? She was a normal girl with a fairly normal sex life. Not terribly active, at the moment, not since she’d broken up with her boyfriend, but normal, nonetheless. Normal girls did not bring themselves off in the company washroom while thinking of the single most humiliating event of their lifetime.

William adjusted his cock and sat up in his chair. Kathryn was turning out to be a good investment of his time. He opened his email platform and typed two quick emails, keeping one eye on his prey as she straightened herself up and washed her hands. He hit send on the second email as she emerged from the restroom and made her way back to her cubicle. He smiled.

Kathryn nearly ran into Shelley when the girl emerged from her cubicle at a near run. She hadn’t really talked to her since she returned from the quick emergency leave to care for her mother, something Kathryn felt a bit guilty about. She should have sent an email, asked her how she was doing. It just felt … awkward.

Shelley spared Kathryn a brief, apologetic smile before hurrying onward. Kathryn watched her disappear and decided she would go ahead and send the email with an apology for not asking before. She slipped back into her chair and clicked on the email icon, then froze. The inbox, previously empty, now contained one new email. It was from William Llewellen and had no subject line.

She sat there a full five minutes before she worked up the courage to open the email. It was a costly mistake.. As soon as she clicked on it and read it, she groaned. "My office, 3pm. Do not be late." Kathryn looked at the clock in the lower right hand corner of her screen. 3:02.

With a sigh of resignation, she locked her workstation and walked to the elevator. She was already late. There was no sense hurrying now. That would be her second costly mistake. She became aware of that as soon as she entered his office.

"Close the door, Kathryn." He held up eight fingers. "That’s how many minutes late you are."

"I’m sorry, William," she began, then stopped at the hard glint in his eyes. "I mean, Sir. I was in the washroom when your email arrived…."

He looked at the screen. "You logged back in to your workstation and opened your email platform five minutes before reading my email."

"Yes, Sir," she said. She didn’t know what else to say.

He looked back at her. "Have you thought about our last meeting, Kathryn?"

She considered lying for a moment, then changed her mind. She had the disquieting thought that he could invade her mind the way he did her workstation, that his cameras found their way inside her very head. Hesitantly, she nodded.

He almost smiled. "How have those thoughts made you feel?"

This was horrible, Kathryn thought. She stood there in front of his desk, feeling like a recalcitrant child caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Her throat began closing up, to her horror. Tears. She was going to cry. She bit her lip and tried to think of something, anything, to calm her mind. Finally, she stammered, "I don’t know, Sir."

He shook his head, stood and began unbuckling his belt. "How many minutes late were you, Kathryn?"

She hung her head. "Eight."

He turned the monitor around so she could see it and pressed a button on the keyboard. An image of Kathryn leaving her cubicle and walking toward the ladies room filled the screen. "Bend forward and put both of your hands on my desk."

Kathryn did as he asked, her heart pounding as she watched herself disappear into the bathroom. When the screen clicked over to show the inside of the ladies room, she gave in and began crying.

"Watch yourself, Kathryn." William walked behind her, the belt in his hand. "You’re very beautiful when you come." He lifted her skirt, slid it up over her ass so that it bunched around her waist. "Eight minutes. I’ll give you a choice."

She stared at the image on the screen stumbling backwards onto the toilet, one hand up her blouse, the other reaching for her pussy. "A choice, Sir?"

"Yes. Eight minutes or eight strokes of my belt on your ass."

Kathryn’s knees almost buckled. Eight minutes of what? she wondered. She thought of the hard look in William’s eyes when she’d forgotten to address him respectfully, and decided the eight strokes would be far more painful than she could imagine. "Eight minutes, please, Sir," she said.

William chuckled. "Very well," he said. He grasped the hair at the back of her neck and leaned forward. "Watch a moment longer," he whispered into her ear. "This is the best part." His teeth found her earlobe and bit down, hard, just as the image on the screen convulsed silently into orgasm. Kathryn gasped.

"You’re going to have to learn to ask permission for such pleasures, Kathryn-slut." He pulled her upright by her hair and turned her to face the leather sofa at the far end of his office.

Kathryn’s hand flew to her mouth in startled shock. Shelley was on the sofa, completely nude. Her legs were bound, spread, to the armrests and more rope secured her upper torso to the back of the couch. Her arms though, were free, and her fingers were busy at her nipples, twisting and squeezing and tweaking them into hard pink nubbins. She was smiling, and Kathryn suddenly realized that Shelley had never gone to care for her ailing mother. Shelley had set her up.

"Ahh, Kathryn. You’ve figured it out. Such a smart little slut." William propelled her inexorably forward, then forced her to kneel between Shelley’s spread legs. "That is what you are, you know. A slut. The video from the ladies room proves that." He pushed Kathryn’s head forward until her face was a mere inch from Shelley’s shaved, wet pussy. The scent of her co-worker’s arousal washed over Kathryn. "You have eight minutes to make Shelley come, or the bathroom tape gets sent to your mother." He pushed her face into the bound girl’s cunt and let go.

Kathryn recoiled and looked at him once. He stood, impassive, the belt in his hand. Then she turned back to her task and tentatively stuck out her tongue and licked Shelley’s clit. The girl moaned and reached for Kathryn’s head, abandoning her nipples in her greed for satisfaction. Kathryn swallowed hard, once, then allowed Shelley to guide her.

She sucked the girl’s clit into her mouth and began laving it with her tongue. The hands in her hair tightened and moved. Kathryn opened her mouth. Shelley slid Kathryn’s face up and down her slick slit, rubbing her teeth, her nose, her chin, generating friction on the sensitive bundle of nerves at the top of her hole. Kathryn did her best to work her tongue through the slick folds, but there was never a moment when her face was still. She felt Shelley’s juices coating her face, even up into her hairline, as the girl on the couch began grunting and thrusting as best she could.

Kathryn spread her legs so that her pussy was resting on the floor. She tried humping at it in frustration, arousal beginning to assert itself. It finally occurred to her that her hands were free, so she reached between her legs and plunged both hands into her panties, rubbing frantically as Shelley suddenly stopped moving and pressed Kathryn’s face deep into her cunt. And then, with a keening cry, she came, flooding into Kathryn’s mouth while her hands twisted and clenched the hair at her temples.

Kathryn felt William’s hands under her arms and mewed in frustration when he pulled her hands out of her panties. She sat back and looked up at him, her face glistening with the evidence of Shelley’s orgasm. Her tongue darted out and licked her lips before she could stop it.

William’s eyes narrowed. "Three minutes, slut. Not bad." He looked at the belt, still in his hand. "It is nearly 5:00. Go home, Kathryn. We’ll discuss your attempt to please yourself another time." He turned and left the office without another word.

Kathryn looked at Shelley for a long moment, then stood and began repairing the damage to her attire. Neither girl spoke.

Kathryn went home

So I chose Ohio.

At the time, it seemed nothing more than a decision of convenience. No plane rides to visit home for the holidays, no staying in place because I couldn't afford to make the trip. I'd done both of those things while studying at Bard, and I can still remember the loneliness of a deserted campus, how I'd wander around and see next to no one, as though I'd been asleep through a disaster and had woken up to nothingness.

Looking back, however, Ohio was anything but coincidence. I belonged there, despite the lower stipend they offered, and any doubt I ever entertained vanished when we met. I can still remember you walking down the stairs, greeting my friend, S., who had come back to school early from Christmas break and spent some time playing pool in the bar where you were working. "This is my friend, Michelle," she told you. "Nice to meet you," you said to me, reaching for my hand.

S. would have no way of knowing what she started that night of innocent introductions. In her eyes, you weren't anything more than a nice person who worked at a bar she liked -- you weren't in a graduate program, that is, and so couldn't be seen for more than the sum of his parts.

But I knew better. And, thankfully, so did you.

Der Rest des Tages verlief dann "normal" ohne auffallende Besonderheiten. Nur fühlte ich mich erschöpft, gedanklich wie gelähmt und irgendwie schuldig. Ja, es war alles gut gegangen! Doch alles gute innere Zureden nützte mir nichts. Abends im Bett suchten sich dann Tränen ihren Weg, und mit trüben Gedanken schlief ich ein.

Mitten in dieser Nacht wachte ich ohne ersichtlichen Grund auf. Noch immer fühlte ich mich schwer. Ich schlug den Vorhang zurück und blickte hinaus in die sternklare Nacht... und sah eine wunderschöne Sternschnuppe.

Ein unvergesslicher Augenblick.

Lapsena olin ma pikk ja peenike. Seda kõike sinnamaani, kus mu keha arenema hakkas. Rinnapartii ja puusajoon laienesid kiirelt, aga keskkoht jäi peeneks. Millalgi teismelisena muutusin ma sellsieks ühtlaselt pehmeks. 165/65. Seda seni kuni sain tööko0ha kus enamus aega tegelesin liikumisega. Ümbermõõdud vähenesid, aga kaal lisandus. Lihas pidavat raskem olema kui rasv.

No ja siis jäin ühel päeval väga liikuvalt eluviisilt pea täielikule voodireziimile. Arvake ära kui kiirelt lisandduvad kilod voodireziimil olevale rasedale... Kaalu ma täpselt ei tea, aga arvan, et see oli kuskil 80-90kg juures.

Pärast lapse sündimist kadus kaal sama kiirelt kui tulnud oli. Kuid siis hakaksin kohe uuesti juurde võtma. Sest uus rasedus tuli peale ja ühel päeval olin ma jälle voodireziimil. Kaal tõusis seekord juba üle 100 kilo.

Teine sünnitus, suur sünnitusjärgne depressioon, mees jättis maha ja täielik stress. Peaaegu päevapealt ei saanud ma enam midagi süüa. Kõik mis sisse läks tuli kohe välja. Lõpuks hakkas üksi toidu lõhna tundmine okserefleksi tekitama. Elasin veest ja kurgist ja õuntest...

Jätkus kolm aastat pidevat stressi. Kaal oli sel ajal rekordiline 56kg. Täpselt aastaga kadus 50kg.

Mingil hetkel kadus stressiallikas ja kaal hakkas kerkima. 10 kilo nädalas. Praegune kehakaal on kolmekohaline. Päris täpselt ei tea, aga kuskil 110kg piirimail.

Praegu põen ma kõige vähem oma kehakaalu pärast. Olen selline nagu olen.

Listen or Download: Shawty Lo ft. DJ Khaled, Birdman, Rick Ross & Jim Jones - "Foolish (Remix)" (iPhone friendly)

I didn't want to condone this beef between Shawty Lo and T.I. but it just got entertaining. Their beef is pretty much like any other southern rap-beef; who started what, who put where on the map and, of course, who's king of where their from.

T.I. had some words for Lo on his recently released "No Matter What" saying, "Set the standard in Atlanta how to get, get, get it," a pretty blatant shot at Mr. Get Get Get It.

T.I. somehow avoided speaking on the beef when he called Atlanta's Power 107.9 (listen) but Lo's rebuttal came via a phone call to the Drama King himself, DJ Kay Slay on Street Sweeper Radio (listen). L-O claims that T.I. is not from Bankhead and, as promised, went to Bowen Homes to prove it (above video).

He announced the dropping of the "Foolish Remix" (click to listen) on it where he'd be lyrically -I use lyrically carefully- addressing T.I.'s shots. As promised, Lo spits, "Cross your T's and dot your I's/ I'm the real Bankhead, man, that's no lie."

How far this will go, who knows? Next move's on Tip.

-Chris

Las consonantes son sonidos que obstruyen el flujo del aire. En el caso de las oclusivas (plosive, stop) la obstrucción consiste en un bloqueo total del aire.

Tras el bloqueo total, el aire se expulsa de golpe. No obstante, la salida del aire se suele suavizar o incluso omitir cuando va seguida de otra consonante. Ejemplos:

• good dad: se suele decir "goodad" con una pausa larga en la /d/ (pausa entre el bloqueo y la expusión de aire).
• good taste: como esto dos sonidos /d/ y /t/ se articulan con la lengua en la misma posición, se suelen articular como si fueran un único sonido: 1) se bloquea el aire, lo cual corresponde al inicio del sonido /d/; 2) se hace una pausa larga como en el caso de "goodad"; 3) se expulsa el aire, que corresponde al final del sonido /t/.
• good baby: el bloqueo de aire del sonido /b/oculta la expulsión de aire del sonido /d/
• good man: el aire se escapa por la nariz al articular la /m/
• good lad: el aire se escapa lateralmente al articular la /l/

He puesto ejemplos similares para que se puedan comparar facilmente. Estos ejemplos constan de dos palabras. No obstante, lo mismo ocurre cuando la sucesión de consonantes tiene lugar dentro de una palabra, por ejemplo bottle.

Lo bueno es que no hay que estudiar los cambios en la forma de expulsar el aire, ya que salen de forma natural al articular con fluidez las sucesión de consonantes.

yup there's going to be a new party it;s probably medival duh :roll: what else

also the book contest is closed but not ours remember to email wesley to e-mail him click here

yeh there;s going to be a story we will also make a page about it so you people can read the full story

they are giving tips on parties also the penguin looks kind of cute ignore what i just said :roll:

the penguins at work is the black smith the talkings kind of funny ;)

lastly theres the review of the penguin times

ok so this is all you need to know

oh yeah theres a 12 fish background(no pic)

and today we have a new funny pic

wesley was stepping on a squid

oh yeah the pin

ok first go to the coffee shop

then you see the lamp click the cup thing then get the pin then you have the pin heres the visual guide

ok thats all

chew jun jie

Murphy's Law, for those who use it in conversation, but don't actually understand what it means,  is "an adage in western culture that broadly states that if anything can go wrong, it will."  ~ Wikipedia

While some may find it utterly tragic, I find it quite interesting.  My dad always told me "if I had any luck, it was bad..."  I guess you can say the most bizarre things tend to happen to me -- like one in a million, fat chance in hell, when pigs fly type of bizarre.  Not like a life altering, or near death type of bizarre... but a change direction and rethink things type.

For example, I managed to tear my ACL THRICE times... inevitably ending my "almost-but-not-so-much" basketball career.

And let's not forget how, in the midst of doing suicides with my team, I am the only one to slip on some wax that hadn't been cleaned up... inevitably putting me one concussion closer to permanent brain damage...

Then there as that time where I was the last person to sled down a hill, and I am the only one to hit a tree, and roll out into the street... inevitably ending my "snow day."

Ah, what about the time I buy a brand new car, and within 2 days, there is some electrical issue that not even the dealership can figure out -- they have to fly the engineers who built the piece from Japan to figure it out... they tell me of the 420,000 cars sold in the first month of the cars release, mine is the only one with the issue... inevitably pissing me off.

The list goes on... really.

My partner in crime, Kendall ("K")... has had a "Murphy kinda week."  I can totally sympathize with his pain...  though after over 2 decades of being cooler than a fan with Murphy, I focus more on the irony... than the frustration.  So "K" meet Murphy... Murphy... meet "K."  I hope that you two don't have to cross paths too much more... if you do "K" -- just call me... i know people... we can take care of him.

  Oreo double stuff.

So I did a little experiment. I immersed the package of cookies in a pot of water, to see how fast they'd dissolve. I was amazed at the speed of dissolution. It was instantaneous. It was as if they were hit by a martian disintegrator beam. So one day, when I'm bored to tears, I'm gonna get a few packages of oreos and build a castle and then blast it with the hose. Won't that be cool? woo hoo!

So we (my houseguest, Jeffrey and I) went to The Abbey on Tuesday morning for coffee. I'd never been there before. You can read about it here. What a trip that place is. It's huge. There is a huge outdoor patio in front, serviced by a coffee bar that puts starfucks to shame. Then, there's a huge bar and lounge area with a lovely fireplace and couches, huge cocktail area. Then, as you head deeper into the place, there is a huge room with curtained booths lining the wall. Inside the booths, there are no seats, per se, but there are huge persian pillows with low small tables. You can pull the curtains and do whatever in there. Very decadent. Then, adjoining that area is another bar with a huge dance floor. The Abbey used to be Gay only, but like everything and everywhere else, it's becoming ambisexual. It's the current "in" spot for the Brad and Angelina / Paris and Britney set. Liz Taylor wheeled herself in recently to "hang with the youngsters" We had coffee by the fire. It was grey and chilly out. Very nice, indeed. Loved it. I wish I was wanted there. I'd hang out more often.

Then, we went to Venice beach, to the boardwalk. There, I saw this amazingly cool toy. A radio controlled robot racecar that flips over and twists and lunges and practically hunts and kills on it's own. Brilliant. Had to have it. I had visions in my head of what the kitties would think of such a toy. AND it was only $25.00...ok $23.00.....ok $20.00 and no tax. Probably hot, considering that the little beach critter who sold it to me looked like a gangsta. Anyway.... I got the little robot home and batteried up. William looked at it. Watched it perform it's tricks. Then he looked at me as if saying "Oh please! move on"  The Bug, on the other hand, was instantly fascinated. He won't go near it, or touch it, but he's intrigued. At the slightest whine of it's motor, he runs over to watch. It's amazing. And the toy itself is very well constructed and durable. I'm sure it will provide hours of toture and fun.

Oh...we also went to LACMA (Los Angeles County Museum of Art) and parked near the infamous La brea tar pits. Did you know that the lawns around the tarpits have little bubbling eruptions of hot tar all the time? I didn't. 'Twas amazing.

Oh yeah - when we were having lunch at the french market in We Ho, Zach Quinto and some hot guy sat right next to us. He's taller in person than I thought. Hotter, too.

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