Sunday, April 25, 2010

Brands Fo Glutathione

And we did it!

fingers warm, and even a little 'loins ... Today is born
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No, joke.
More or less.

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Thursday, April 15, 2010

How Much Does Creating A Database Cost




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Fabbrico (RE) - April 11, 2010

Model: Carlotta Brusini
Stilyst Hair: Julie Coderre
Styling: Sara Zanardi

Project: Easy Extension

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Wednesday, April 14, 2010

How To Get Rid Of Bad Chest Infection

The Tudors. Catherine of Aragon. "The secret does not impress anyone [...]" (The Prestige)

Title: Kids

Fandom: Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann

Character / Couple: Viral, Simon; ViralSimon

Set: Number 5 September

Prompt:
05. I believe that envy is my sin ... (Seven)

Rating: Red

Notes: AU fanfiction and yaoi, more or less to the school environment on the Western model.

Disclaimer: The characters are not mine, not my own or the following story is written for profit. The text and music of the song "Quicken" I have used both belong to the "Thousand footh Krutch."

Table: http://margherota.livejournal.com/12054.html





< C ause it's the way we talk, the way we walk

The way your words connect my thoughts

The way we move, the way we stand

The way our world is in your hands

My life's just like a prison

We shout but no one listens

We're set all in position

Use us, take us, break us










Era stata una cazzata. Un’immane, gigantesca cazzata.

Per quale diamine di motivo aveva parlato con quel ragazzo? Insomma, it was just a silly little boy who attended the same school as his sister. Nothing more than this - right?

So why? Why, wondered the Beast, he felt the irresistible impulse to get close enough to touch it to get? What then was portrayed as if he had been afraid to find out who knows what arcane mysteries, was another matter. But the hand he had stretched forward, not hide. Viral

, in fact, knew too well the answer to all those questions.

It was like waking up after two years of deep sleep, after two years in which everything had been left behind violently - with a will strong enough to ignore it all as to be absolutely invincible.

He had received a shock at the very moment when he had opened his eyes. The similarity of

Simon Kamina had awakened in a lot of emotions that even he knew maneuver.

And, as usual, he was let go on instinct. Complying with a wish that he did not want to name, had made that step too far in the direction he had left long ago.

Regret? Remorse? Maybe, but frankly at that time did not want to think about it.

It was a simple mistake, you just have to retrace their steps as soon as possible.

Both would have been enough to his heart and his soul. We do not want anything to forget the face of a cold fish of a stupid kid. Nothing at all.



-Big brother, take me to school by bike, please? I'm really late! The alarm has sounded this morning and I woke up five minutes ago! Please, brother, please! I need your help! -

So he woke up the beast in the morning, after spending a sleepless night, tormented by nightmares and unforgettable faces, with his younger sister who was not even shaking a fresh fruit smoothie.

then raised a hand, totally dazed and a little ' pissed - God, where is a weapon of mass destruction that I want to shed blood? - trying to say something that would witness his irritation with ineluctable clarity. At the end simply snorting a pliable and plaintive gasp.

Yes ... yes, Nia, I'll be right ... give me time to wake up ... -

Saltelli, the young Teppelin, going to the door to pick up a jacket and clipboard.

Viral move between the sheets of his unmade bed, stretching the muscles just do not seem to sleep more than they actually were. He stood up on their forearms and looked at his watch engraved with numbers large letters on the bedside alarm clock next to the headboard.

The seven forty-three minutes. But because students had to wake up at dawn? What kind of sadistic taste it a try?

snorted, standing up completely - and immediately stumbled into something he had forgotten on the ground. Groans of pain when he found himself face splattered on the floor, but at least the cold and hit him fully awake.

-Viral! Come on, that I'm late! - The

have choked at the time, very happy . She and her little voice choked a chicken. But these considerations to low loving older brother were abandoned when he saw the beast in the pile of clothes scattered everywhere something vaguely resembling a sleeveless shirt and dark, and something akin to a pair of jeans.

would wear those, he had no desire to find more.

Yawning repeatedly, also managed to get out of their room vaguely presentable. Of course their hair was unkempt, of course, the mesh was put in reverse, of course, an expression on his face was painted to say the least angry. But perfection in the long run from boredom, so Viral undertook every holy day to be imperfect.

-Oh, look who it is ... you're finally out from your dark abyss? -

Young completely stiffened, stopping on the spot and turning his head, genuinely surprised.

In fact, not very often slept in the house - how could endure the presence of man for more than ten seconds?

Genome always made him uncomfortable, since he had come there, too many years to that part. And at that moment the large man was watching his son who looks like something very insignificant.

Gentile, was always polite, because nothings really does not waste anything, even disgust. Yet everything that came from him seemed somewhat forced , definitely not natural. Almost due.

was a sensation, unpleasant. Viral

looked down, quite distressed.

accompany Nia-school, his father ... -

Father, because the word "father" provided for a relationship between the two had never been nor ever would be.

Genome Nia and then looked at the boy who had already opened the door and was placed on the landing waiting for his companion.

She looked skeptical questions before firing in bursts. The more he wondered, was the most difficult to answer Viral - I had always known, that damn bastard. The

-ports Bikes? -

Yes ... -

-Hai helmet for her? -

Yes ... -

-Rail Plan. I do not want you hurt .--Yes ...

-

-Time goes, you do later! -

Yes ... -

Like every time, Viral was dismissed by force, almost did not hear him the impulse to leave but had to send away Genome.

humiliating humiliation.

The Beast came out in a hurry out the door, taking his jacket on the fly and the keys of the bike.

He also tried to smile at that Nia was waiting for him, but it should not be too convincing.

-Brother, all right? -

One of the things that most puzzled was the ability of Viral Nia to understand certain things. What then could not understand or stravolgesse with outlandish interpretations was not a serious problem.

shook his head, denying himself every single problem.

-Move your legs or you'll really be late for school, insane! -



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back two years, that's where he seemed to be back.

Paradoxically, felt inside drops of pure ice sting repeatedly lungs, making them incapable.

In two days he had seen that ' be several times that in all that time. Evidently there had really bad luck with him.

When Simon saw Nia get off the bike to a complete stranger, his conscience had already guessed what the devil was hiding under the red helmet. And indeed, when it was discovered Viral face to be kissed on the cheek - Nia was screaming more than usual to greet and bless him that he had a headache - the guy just was not surprised at all. But

stared at him, as a perfect salt cod, the Teppelin senior who saw it, knowing his gaze in the middle of the crowd propelled fun and grinned at his address but did not say a word.

The good thing was that the huge amount of people allowed Simon to run away as soon as possible, the bad thing was that Nia was too quick for him to grab his arm.

-Simon! Hello! How nice to find you in the morning! -

She found herself smiling, the boy, without even realizing it.

Sometimes Nia's smile was so contagious as to be pressing a little - almost no longer able, at that point, to help but smile at its time.

Simon then smiled, looking at the girl clinging to his arm.

-Good morning to you, Nia ... -



The first time I had seen when he was ... Viral?

back time immemorial, it was difficult to distinguish in the tangle of memories of those days.

Surely, after that Kamina had started high school, was there that the two had met. Viral

not even attending his own school, it was just one of those stragglers who accidentally found themselves part of the opposing football team at Saint Carl, so inevitably they had had occasion to clash more than once.

Yes, perhaps on a football pitch he saw for the first time Viral.

He and his goddamn grin animal, so ready on her lips to tease anyone.

Bravo was good, but certainly never as Kamina.

If I remember correctly - now that he thought best - the battle that had seen them involved after a game went wrong for opponents.

3-2, and the last goal he had scored his own brother.

Kamina When he went to shake his hand, and after he reluctantly returned the gesture with a clear desire and murder on your face, the winner had not resisted the impulse to be mocked him. This can be quite cruel for those who had just suffered a stinging defeat. Viral

Needless to say, was immediately fired , taking him violently punches.

They were then also added two Kittan and Kidd - he remembered all too well - followed closely by a couple of them.

short, a mess really crazy.

That time was a miracle that does not throw them out of their schools, forever ruining their school career.

However, both were punished with a series of after-school really exhausting.

was there, probably, that had occurred between the two "contact" ...



A piece of bread sticks arrived right on the front of the boy when he was still lost to fix a very interesting black spot in the table placed in front of his flat.

-Hey, Simon! Did you perhaps enchanted? -

Gimmy looked amused grin as ever, still holding the rest of his weapon.

had two years younger than him and was terribly vital - irrepressible was the right adjective.

Since in Saint Carl middle and high schools shared the same building and even the same table for him to attend the little devil was not difficult. The hard part was not do with all that flowing therefrom.

Simon forced himself to smile, starting to eat their pasta.

-I was just lost in thought ... -
-
're thinking about your girlfriend? -

But something even more annoying Ile gaiety of Gimmy intuition was too biting Darry, absolutely faithful shadow of the former. Never once saw them separate those two.

Simon barely choked exit the girl's team as if he had just uttered a heresy.

-What? -

Darry was again relentlessly.

With eyes lost in her plate, fork chasing an olive black rolling, snorted briefly, too busy doing other things.

-Nia is not appropriate for your girlfriend? Did you ever stuck ... -

The fact that the little brat had stressed to the inclination of her voice gave the adverb very annoyed at Simon, as well as gave him the discomfort evident that he just wants to shake her lips Gimmy of rage on the thing.

for charity, had other problems.

He tried to sound convincing, but inevitable fate with his hand went up to the neck and the fingers began to scratch the skin.

-You're wrong, Darry ... Nia is only a dear, dear friend ... -

She looked at him, raising an eyebrow skeptically.

-Now they say that? -



*********************************** **********************************



The strong voice would be heard even Kittan miles away, it was so clear and all too recognizable. And it was always

a pleasure to hear a man as a hysterical, especially after he just lost a game of pool dramatically.

-No, can not end like this! I, indeed I demand a rematch! It is not acceptable for me, the great Kittan, lost so resoundingly against a ... -

- against a woman , Kittan? -

Besides having a clear voice and powerful, Kittan also had a tendency to say too much in the most dangerous.

That the local Makken-san was equipped with various games, so small slots and table games of this was the meeting point of many children, young and old. The fact that there were also a couple of pool tables - and that his wife just had a workshop at the back of the room - he did shine like the place more in in that suburb on the outskirts of hell.

The building of Simon stood just imparts to this wonderful building, and it was thanks to him and his brother that the "band" was formed and had put in that place permanently.

Kittan, Aliac, Kidd, and Barinbo Jonadi, Yoko, Kinon, and Kiyal Kiyoh, Dayakka, Leeron, Gimmy, Darry and sometimes even Rossiu.

In fact, over the years had gathered everyone in that one center - the center of the world clear. And now they were there, all around the damn table to gaze bowls that clashed against each other. Except that

Yoko, with its great aims and great technical expertise, had beaten back your boyfriend. Unleashing the indignant reaction to this. But first things

compromising - that would definitely ruin any possible development and conclusion of the evening - Kittan managed to stop, but merely snorting loudly.

His wife did not budge from his fierce gaze person, so that even managed to get a response.

-Revenge! Me to you, Yoko! -

then smiled, Littner, taking the ball from the basket and repositioning it in place.



If it was just for what the evening would be spent as usual, nothing more and nothing less. The three girls would laugh behind Kittan at all times, inciting against him or anyone who went against Yoko. The twins, Aliack and Kidd had talked about sport in front of the TV on and constantly drinking beer, even with the same Makken. Leeron was, along with Darry and Gimmy by Reite, repair bikes for kids in the neighborhood or something. Simon would have given every time the exchange Kittan, trying to beat Yoko in something that was not a simple game of bowls - the girl in that game was really denied, and as such stubborn until a final death. All

as usual.

But the door opened, around five-thirty in the afternoon, after the sound of a motorbike stopped only a few moments of each activity.

E - beautiful as the sun - a courier blond husky voice definitely made his grand entrance, swinging a load too heavy.

-Mr Makken, I brought the beer he had ordered. Here is what he asked! -

every time you turned around, everything seemed to be printed in the moment. Even

Viral is nailed in place, all looking really bad - and understanding on the fly to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Kittan, completely oblivious of a blue ball, that would due to come into its hole and instead he had not , now raged on the poor.

-Viral! But then you're not dead! -

These hissed, threatening enough, going straight to the counter and placing the load up there.

course, the first comment if they joined a crowd uninterrupted, something that the beast had suffered very few times in his life.

Eventually he snapped, seriously pissed off.

-I'm working. Your inane chatter will only slow down what I'm doing! -

-Nice as usual, well known ... -

Viral turned quickly, looking grim, Yoko.

Even after two years, the feelings were not cool - just not at all.
Mai, between those two, there had been a good relationship. He endured fatigue to each other, and keep them in the same room was really a challenge to fate.

The Beast does not even spare the time, trying to be sharp as usual.

-Woman, avoids giving air to the mouth if you say shit! -

He left in a hurry, going back to his bike without listening to the chorus of indignant voices who stood up to his address.

-Quell 'animal has not changed me at all, damn it! -

A flash, a flash through my mind only to Simon at that point.

There was a time when Viral frequented those places and people like anyone else who was there as a "band".

got up quickly, covering a short time the space that divided him from the door.

-Hey, Simon! What the hell ...? -

There was no answer, only a hasty slamming of the door.



Plan, the wheels of the bike moved slowly driven only by the strength of his legs, resting his feet on the pavement continued speed pitch.

-Com 'is that it felt like thee to accompany me, boy? He could not sit still there? -

a grin, a perpetual sneer curled the lips thin. Even the words that fit this formula seems haughty expression that took on the beast, they were so derogatory and tactless.

But Simon smiled contemptuously in turn, quite taken by this absurd game and not very significant.

Sure-if I knew the company I would not even moved! -

was the evening, around them, absorbing everything. Especially in the light of day.

Only words of those two idiots , one on the sidewalk and one on his bike off, filled the stagnant air. Just move on their part.

-not that the age is advancing and otherwise you gotta move this fossilized? -
-
But feel it! I remind you that I'm younger than you, old man ! Could it be that if you want to support? -

-boy, keep away from me that still smell of milk! -

We chatted so just to fill the silence. Just to say things that would not hurt and asked for a response.

Then, at last, in a break that saw Simon back, a conversational application took precedence over everything else.

-What have you done in the past two years, Viral? How come you disappeared into thin air? -

was serious, Simon. Damn seriously - yet still smiling, as if nothing could scratch.

In fact, craved more than anything to know the damn answer.

Viral stalled, just playing with the keys dangling from the handlebars.

-I took a life. I started to work and earn money, just to be able to escape from this shitty place! -
-
-Were you able to find at least something decent? - The Beast

grinned, barely holding back a bitter laugh.

-Simon, I am the messenger! What a lousy job I could find with the diploma of the medium? It 'so that Sgobbi used in a factory! -

silence again fell between them, accompanied by a few puffy and a few curse under this heading.

under their feet slide the gray road, every now and then slowed down just a pebble on the move.

-And tell me ... how are you? -

Viral looked at the boy: he was staring into space.

As you can not understand the allusion? As he is unable to grasp? It was impossible for them who had lived all on their shoulders.

to look so, Simon, looked like even more to his elder brother.

Viral smiled, lying back.

-Well, I went for it. I have a new life, new strength. I'm fine! -

Simon smiled warmly as ever. I'm glad

- for you! -

Viral grinned, reserving the same, cruel question.

-And you, how are you, Simon Commander in Chief? -
Simon laughed openly at that output: it was too long since I called him. It was a damn nickname that Kamina had fastened her when he was a kid because of a stupid game with miniature soldiers - what was going crazy, Simon, at that time ...

-Oh, Commander in Chief! Commander! Only you could remember such a thing, Viral! -

laughed, laughed so much - perhaps too much - Viral and eventually joined him. Just my heart in my hand.



Arso the heart arid soul. All that remains is an empty expression on his face.

and envy, envy burning.

Who can forget the past on the way without losing pieces of my heart.

Milena Velba Nadine Jensen

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Fabbrico (RE) - 11 aprile 2010

Model: Carlotta Brusini
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Styling: Sara Zanardi

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Thursday, April 1, 2010

Do You Have To Cite Clip Art From Word




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Florence - March 28, 2010

Model: Carlotta Brusini
Stilyst Hair: Julie Coderre
Make Up Artist: Miriam Cesarini

Special thanks to Nicola Casini make this shot possible