Friday, December 17, 2010
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Title: Expression
Author: MkbDiapason
Rating: PG
Fandom: Star Trek TOS
Character: Spock & McCoy ( Kirk)
Warnings: Flashfic
Plot: parentheses were far apart. Each within its own closed. Sometimes there was a possibility that the events would force them to open up, which would force to share their space ...
fic I've structured the boasters of math skills that I have not XDDD
This fic definitely does not want to talk about Mathematics. This was only a means to develop a thought. I implied poetic purposes only. =)
Enjoy!
[EXPRESSION]
parentheses were far apart. Each
closed within one's own.
Sometimes there was a possibility that the events would force them to open up, which would force them to share space.
It was assumed that the connecting element, was only Jim.
A third element, interposed between two numbers proudly before his presence with the tie inside or outside those parentheses.
sometimes seemed to be no sign that he could join them, in their obstinacy stood there, still, unapproachable, but sometimes, as in the nature of all things, a sign, a gesture could change into anything, and so, that the third element in most cases was that Massino common divisor, that number only natural that in its objectivity enable them to solve the minimum, allowing them only to look at, at least to perceive and allowed as an addition Thought or allowed them to rise through these in agreement that a multiplication of a power of an 'Idea, which has two elements to share a union of purpose and understanding that brings harmony in action and share it all.
Sometimes, however, they were forced to escape to another reason.
And Kirk itself was not able to handle those fights. In their controlled turbulence
claimed the rightness of their thinking, their actions, and everything seemed to lead to anything, by contrast, was a crescendo of misunderstandings, their ideas far and increased in an exponential growth in their obstinacy were gradually moving away , depriving each other and closing in their insistence, among their various brackets, and finally closed in an expression insoluble, an impregnable fortress, each for itself, elevated by their principles.
So Jim found himself in a complex mechanism, and was often only have to open those brackets, to allow these brothers to reunite and to allow through him, in his robes of least common multiple, a sum of Consciousness, which allows multiple cores to find a happy agreement.
But sometimes the most difficult tasks were solved by necessity, and sometimes with a serenity mysterious.
They, in their peculiarities, which were proud of them and sometimes ate a bit of envy, they found relief. The force on the other drew a
, furtively. And it was a fair and constructive exchange. Their character
exponents are added together, multiplied, and sometimes the best of their people, the feelings and reason. There was no sharing
better.
And in their diversity, a communion of love.
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
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Expression of Feelings of fever and feel
Title: Fever and feeling
Author: MkbDiapason
Rating: PG
Fandom: Star Trek TOS
Character: Spock & Jim
Warnings: One-shot
Plot: [AMOK TIME] him and his body. Subservient to his cause.
At that moment it was only the grave of his passion. The last gasp of a fault, and the birth of a new one.
anniversary of fever and feeling °
But that finding in its simplicity inevitable had squandered every desire, every desire bold. No fire seemed more angry in his veins, if not tears of blood in a requiem.
Fever had finished his dance. He had fulfilled his duty to death and was thus granted to the Company to re-emerge from the abyss of primordial Need. The demands faded, and awareness remained silent herself.
"E 'dead'
He had regained his senses, but the thoughts do not singing, not sang no logical reason. Remained motionless in front of a funeral of shame.
Yet his blood had ceased to suffer.
But his eyes lingered long on him, the sacrifice of her nature.
"E 'dead'
understood then.
him and his body. Subservient to his cause.
At that moment it was only the grave of his passion. The last gasp of a fault, and the birth of a new one.
His death appeared as a sacrifice of life. Struggling in
Fever, Passion disintegrating as was the immodest Pulse dignity, in his hands, as the life that was consuming between those gestures. And incredibly, in this theater of death, including the brutal game of Blood, was to recreate something, even destroyed. Reason
flowed into him, renewed. Diluting the primitiveness of his actions. Was re-established its dominance.
His Death was allowed to have that back.
They died with Him, through Him the iniquities of the Instinct guilty.
But in the light of thought, no joy. No indulgence of the senses. The need had committed a crime, and the presence of need, with whom he had fought, it was hopelessly turned into a no unbridgeable. There was
meters that could calculate the gravity, and any thought that might delimit the boundaries. Only
pain. Immense, astonished, as the perpetual desire in his insatiability.
"It 's dead."
Yet so much was dying with him ..
back to himself, was ready for his offense. He was ready to see why.
And when he turned to the voice, everything had a meaning.
wrestled with him, for him
The Pulse of Life of the Fever, was transformed into a pulse of Death, and in this cycle belongs to all natural things, had gone in a loop consuming player, Recreation.
He was so at the expense of Destrudo, reproduced for the best.
front of that vision, now I live in front of his need, the fire did not burn, but moved into the veins with restorative force.
that death, in his fiction, he had brought with him to the grave caustic Passion of Time.
And in the shadow of that memory, no pain, no shame.
Just a smile back to the real feeling that flourished. Blood
No cheating, only the unconditional truth of an endless devotion to a man whose friendship you had, and that only she, in her circle, except Limit, rose to power his whole person.
That was the freshness of a fire that sound genuine.
"Jim"
And this is the word of their set.
"t'hy'la"
No shame, no burn.
No guilt, no pain.
And it was only love.
Title: Fever and feeling
Author: MkbDiapason
Rating: PG
Fandom: Star Trek TOS
Character: Spock & Jim
Warnings: One-shot
Plot: [AMOK TIME] him and his body. Subservient to his cause.
At that moment it was only the grave of his passion. The last gasp of a fault, and the birth of a new one.
anniversary of fever and feeling °
"E 'dead'
There are words that have the forces for them to be an epilogue, to be anathema to disenchantment. At a time when they take on the form are pronounced, and solid in their determination make an action in the field of consciousness. A drunken
consciousness, unaware of what was being consumed outside of himself.But that finding in its simplicity inevitable had squandered every desire, every desire bold. No fire seemed more angry in his veins, if not tears of blood in a requiem.
Fever had finished his dance. He had fulfilled his duty to death and was thus granted to the Company to re-emerge from the abyss of primordial Need. The demands faded, and awareness remained silent herself.
"E 'dead'
He had regained his senses, but the thoughts do not singing, not sang no logical reason. Remained motionless in front of a funeral of shame.
Yet his blood had ceased to suffer.
But his eyes lingered long on him, the sacrifice of her nature.
"E 'dead'
understood then.
him and his body. Subservient to his cause.
At that moment it was only the grave of his passion. The last gasp of a fault, and the birth of a new one.
His death appeared as a sacrifice of life. Struggling in
Fever, Passion disintegrating as was the immodest Pulse dignity, in his hands, as the life that was consuming between those gestures. And incredibly, in this theater of death, including the brutal game of Blood, was to recreate something, even destroyed. Reason
flowed into him, renewed. Diluting the primitiveness of his actions. Was re-established its dominance.
His Death was allowed to have that back.
They died with Him, through Him the iniquities of the Instinct guilty.
But in the light of thought, no joy. No indulgence of the senses. The need had committed a crime, and the presence of need, with whom he had fought, it was hopelessly turned into a no unbridgeable. There was
meters that could calculate the gravity, and any thought that might delimit the boundaries. Only
pain. Immense, astonished, as the perpetual desire in his insatiability.
"It 's dead."
Yet so much was dying with him ..
back to himself, was ready for his offense. He was ready to see why.
And when he turned to the voice, everything had a meaning.
wrestled with him, for him
The Pulse of Life of the Fever, was transformed into a pulse of Death, and in this cycle belongs to all natural things, had gone in a loop consuming player, Recreation.
He was so at the expense of Destrudo, reproduced for the best.
front of that vision, now I live in front of his need, the fire did not burn, but moved into the veins with restorative force.
that death, in his fiction, he had brought with him to the grave caustic Passion of Time.
And in the shadow of that memory, no pain, no shame.
Just a smile back to the real feeling that flourished. Blood
No cheating, only the unconditional truth of an endless devotion to a man whose friendship you had, and that only she, in her circle, except Limit, rose to power his whole person.
That was the freshness of a fire that sound genuine.
"Jim"
And this is the word of their set.
"t'hy'la"
No shame, no burn.
No guilt, no pain.
And it was only love.
Monday, December 6, 2010
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Is it possible to press syndicate in Russia?
In April last year at the International journalism festival in Perugia (Italy), I asked Paul Steiger, former editor The Wall Street Journal and CEO ProPublica [1] that is possible if the press syndicate like "ProPublike" in Russia, where regional press can not afford to buy stories instead of their own kopeck production where killed in the professional investigation journalists do not become famous, albeit posthumously, as Anna Politkovskaya. To which he replied simply: "I do not know." But after that I began to think about it. Long. Because occasionally there is a desire somehow integrate our disparate counterparts, diversifying sometimes boring and plain-all on edge of history staff sponsors qualitative metropolitan press. It would seem that this function is taken now as if to outsource many online publications, write to the authors of non-standard (for example, OpenSource . ru ). On the other hand, under a lot of doubt the business model of these structures. "Normal" American syndicates are now living through the support of bankers and donations private funds (see, for example). At the same time they produce quality content - talented stories talented as investigators - quite a well accepted (but sold it?), The leading U.S. publications and the world - so, for example, New York Times . Does all this the role that at the helm of the newborn press syndicate is a journalist and editor with solid experience and a bunch of useful contacts, long known in the media world? Of course, the figure founder, as is the case with Huffington Post , where everyone runs the Arianna Huffington, plays an important role. But imagine for one minute that "Kommersant" and "Vedomosti" suddenly began to buy materials have no one to press syndicate. In my opinion, it is not profitable. For good journalistic stories in the U.S. you pay a fee, which you can live the remaining months of searching for and developing new themes. One of the trainees in ProPublica pay for $ 700 a week - for the compilation of notes on the site. As for us freelance writers for one publication hardly wait for more than 10 000 rubles. (It is still quite good fee). And our publications so simple - to collect "friends» and pay them as you like, you buy something expensive at a press syndicate. Today, the composition freelance writers formed, mainly through friends, inviting his colleagues to cooperate. Maybe this is correct, as a natural principle of creating communities - including the professional. On the other hand, the press syndicate - is as a separate media. Just trust it is not the readers directly, and fellow journalists. It is clear that he was responsible for the information supplied. If it's quality - stuff to buy the publication. If there is a puncture, they immediately spread with ink stains on the reputation of the press syndicate.
It is worth noting that earlier press syndicates appeared to conserve resources today - is, on the contrary, rather, a luxury - afford to buy top stories are not all reputable publications. On the other hand, for me to So far it remains unclear how to solve the problem of uniqueness. Topics are announced in advance of the material and offered to interested publications? Or they published a total tape, but who wants to - to buy (but then any story could develop their own editorial staff and marry your own)? In "ProPublike" This problem is solved by license Creative Commons . But on the other hand, if for this project were not so prominent people and organizations, no one would not have thought to take these stories to the press and, thereby, to promote "the development of high-quality investigative journalism" (as stated mission project). I recall trying my classmate a few years ago, a press syndicate, which would be based on student work and supplied news from Moscow's regional editions. We went together to the festival in Dagomys thread and familiar with the idea of chief editors of regional publications. Recoil was virtually zero - even for a purely symbolic value of the materials from the capital region were not necessary - for them and 500 rubles. expensive, and news possible from the internet and other sources pick up and show off their metropolitan correspondents no reason.
Today news syndicates, as well as news agencies, needs more and then to produce a graphical information - for example, produce infographics. And this, incidentally, more profitably, rather than haggling texts. The largest U.S. media syndicate Universal Press Syndicate also produces comics and other non-text information.
As it turns out, if you type in the search for "press syndicate in Russia, there are none in principle (they may have, of course, exist - for example, the format of the syndicate could take the graphics service ITAR-TASS, making for other media infographics on a treaty signing [2] ), but cleverly concealed under another name. There are attempts in the field of advertising, but not journalism.
Recently I was faced with an interesting project, which also has relevance to the topic - Haro Help a Reporter [3] . In fact, this new form of social interaction in the journalistic community, a service that generates a content sharing in the form of comments for journalistic texts from different fields of knowledge. That here from a syndicate? Rather, the scheme of dissemination of information on potential experts, commentators, for whom any publication - it's free PR. In this connection, recalled the services aggregators comments, which appeared several years ago in Russia and were not popular. This happened, primarily due to the fact that a comment by its nature is unique, and not interesting to read (and even more so - to buy) some comments on that or other topics have already voiced by someone else (including, and other media).
If you think about who could have united the press syndicate? Is that massive newspaper with entertainment content mediocre, which, incidentally, and so they all have the same. Perhaps it would bring them at least some commercial benefit.
«Kommersant and Vedomosti? Perhaps, but the manner of presenting information in two different editions. Yes, and whether they are in an environment where other talented Russian journalists have simply nowhere to look for? And those that there are already occupied by some cushy job from him obviously will not give up in favor of some press syndicate at the free breads. And, frankly, it all smacks a little trade union movement, which in our country has, unfortunately, has long appeared disgusted. Therefore, I am afraid to change the situation can only be created on the basis of the traditional understanding of the syndicates of something radically new (including, and new media). Why do we create structures that supply the press some materials? This is similar to the violent resurrection has long been ready to die paper sheets with her, a newspaper business model. Let there be no longer news, but convergence - or new media - syndicate. Finally, another option - sponsoring such projects the rich and generous U.S. foundations. But somehow convinced that at this time to give into the hands of Americans saving investigative journalism nobody in Russia wants, like a couple of decades ago. So, the fate of the syndicated media education until hangs in the air over our country. In explanation Indian site, "I bribed and site whistleblowers Wikileaks there's some questionable resources like the" wrath of the people ", which also going remarks and materials, only this time it was ordinary people - citizen journalists. And in this regard can not be thinking - and not a Do in this case, a syndicate of global Internet where you can find anything you like and subscribe to it by RSS (open or closed - it does not matter)? In general, the fate of the press syndicate seems to me quite vague in light of the development of new technologies, not only in Russia but also in the world.
Saturday, December 4, 2010
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Merry Christmas Mr.Lawrence
I think this is perfect for a rainy day, When the sky is gray and covered by clouds and I'm really depressed. It's so romantic that i can not Avoid to be malinconinc and to watch the leaden sky through the window. It's incredible beautiful, Sakamoto is a genious.
Thanks for reading and listening,
Pon-chan
I think this is perfect for a rainy day, When the sky is gray and covered by clouds and I'm really depressed. It's so romantic that i can not Avoid to be malinconinc and to watch the leaden sky through the window. It's incredible beautiful, Sakamoto is a genious.
Thanks for reading and listening,
Pon-chan
Friday, December 3, 2010
Steaming Pearl Barley
愛 狂います. [PART 1]
Konnichiwa! 
At the beginning I ignored the fact that someone couldn't know the origin of my LJ's title! (U__U)
And so, now I'll reveal the mistery! (^.^)
It's an Aicle's song!!!!
... It isn't very uncredible, I know (-.-)''
But, here I'll post the song's text and the PV for your happiness!! (^.^)''
Look and sbav [<---- this isn't very english, sumimasen m(_ _)m ]
At the beginning I ignored the fact that someone couldn't know the origin of my LJ's title! (U__U)
And so, now I'll reveal the mistery! (^.^)
It's an Aicle's song!!!!
... It isn't very uncredible, I know (-.-)''
But, here I'll post the song's text and the PV for your happiness!! (^.^)''
Look and sbav [<---- this isn't very english, sumimasen m(_ _)m ]
TEXT
tontantentan urameshiya
tontantentan aa, buzama
tontantentan nikutarashii
tontantentan
...urameshii neeEEEeeE!
kankonsousai no utage you koyoi hirakareta
ga mimi wo oto sumaseba kikoeru kugi utsu
ennai of wa Boku no sugata wa boku no oh no nigiwau igai deshita
da sou, boku wo ugokaseba ii!
mawase mawase kashya nezumi no wo no
mawase mawase usagi wo medama
midase midase ushi
afureta no koku wo wa Neko no Namida no
tontantentan furikaburi
tontantentan uchinarasu
utsukushii dagegi ne kono oto nakigoe to
shinboku no Tsuchi to waraningyou seijaku by Neko no mori ippiki
tooku no Mahou no Neko wa s already ibasho hakken wo shita Boku ga Boku wo
mitomereba ii.
mawase mawase kashya nezumi no wo
mawase mawase usagi no boundary wo
Midas Midas excited no koku wo
tsukame tsukame eto no Kubi wo
mukashi mukashi ~, ~ aru dokoro
shiawase no kurashiteita a no ohanashi deshita . tosa
~ ~ oshimai
PV
Arigatou for reading,
Mon - chan! Stomach Sitting On Bed
writer's block: Wintertime is here ...
I don't like winter very much. I hate the winter's clothes!!
But sometimes, when I wake up in the morning on sunday, I open the window and I see the beautiful hills scenery covered by the snow and the rays of the sun that peep out. It's amazing!!
In winter, everything become white, the city is full of lights, people walk on the center's streets buying christmas presents, in the air there's the smell of wood burning in fireplace...for me, this is the winter's atmosphere! Perhaps this is an idealization, but I like think about winter in this way.
Unfortunately most of the time I think the snow is really annoying, the cold is too sharp and the humidity is unberable! When I was little, I loved to make snowballs and snowmen, but growing up, I understand that this kind of things are funny and in the same time really insignificant in front of the big disadvantages!
It's all!
Thanks for reading
Pon - chan !
I don't like winter very much. I hate the winter's clothes!!
But sometimes, when I wake up in the morning on sunday, I open the window and I see the beautiful hills scenery covered by the snow and the rays of the sun that peep out. It's amazing!!
In winter, everything become white, the city is full of lights, people walk on the center's streets buying christmas presents, in the air there's the smell of wood burning in fireplace...for me, this is the winter's atmosphere! Perhaps this is an idealization, but I like think about winter in this way.
Unfortunately most of the time I think the snow is really annoying, the cold is too sharp and the humidity is unberable! When I was little, I loved to make snowballs and snowmen, but growing up, I understand that this kind of things are funny and in the same time really insignificant in front of the big disadvantages!
It's all!
Thanks for reading
Pon - chan !
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Title: Feeling
Author: MkbDiapason
Rating: PG
Fandom: Star Trek TOS
Character: Spock & Jim
Warnings: drabble
Plot: felt a prayer invoking his name, scream and destroy the distances of their consciences.
Drabble dedicated to Spock during Kolinahr.
° ° HEAR
S entiva.
In the most primitive of ways.
Risorgiva asphyxiation of Reason, in the most illogical arrogance.
felt a prayer invoking his name, scream and destroy the distances of their consciences.
He believed that the solution lay in co science. That this awareness could cut up and remove any tremor, and transform "with science" doubt the obvious.
But there was awareness that reaching a peak only in the most sensitive way.
He felt again.
And so he discovered that the primordial Consciousness was Feelings.
felt a prayer invoking the name ...
awoke.
" JIM"
and his conscience was never dull.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
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Everything
Title: Everything
Author: MkbDiapason
Rating: PG
Fandom: Star Trek TOS
Character: Jim & Bones
Warnings: flashfic
***
James T. Kirk knew that every aspect of his turbulent life that coincided with the placid, but apprehensive aspects of the life of Leonard McCoy. Their diversity in their exclusivity, they found a bond so fitting, modest, sincere and severity of reverential.
Whenever they tried to give a name to what their relationship, however, the result of a coincidence, a causality of natural alchemy, many words would surface on the tip language, and there stopped doubting, fearful of their inadequacy, insecure about their fragility ... because words are so strong, but never enough.
And then they were lost, thrown in a few sentences, never so serious and playful as ever.
They believed that their relationship could then handle the case, nell'indefinito. That could consume between the lines of thought, or between letters in a word elected.
Yet there was so much more.
Their souls are entertained each other, quiet or joking, distilling their lives more and more energy. Thefts were sometimes subtle, voracious, urgent, necessary and other shares of Pure, trade equivalent, simple, flowing into the intellectual and spiritual complementarity. He was sharing a crystalline, a perpetual bond, which was not mere friendship, friendship was not only because it was true love in the meaning-only, but not unique-that colored that relationship the most sacred of all shades of feeling, in his deep, almost archetypal essence.
They were a "couple" because the word did not suit them in that its simplistic limitation in the same way that Love could not abide by "Conditions".
There was no limit, because no words could deliver us some.
Love flowed through them, usually in that motion of Nature, in her garments energetic. Renewable and free flowing.
They were merely a collection, in the highest and noblest of meanings, represent a total.
Father and son.
Brothers.
friends.
Lovers.
Yet the words were still dying, slipping away, to appear and vanish, and what you want to unveil all of this, no words could capture and limit the meaning ...
***
Jim Kirk was limited to smile, and Bones accepted and reciprocated the tacit understanding.
You just smiled, embraced their limits, in the silent worship of their dark, without yearning for the solution and its borders.
Besides, the all and everything.
Boundless.
And the words were not enough ...
Why did not need words.
They were to be enough.
each other.
In silence.
In their mystery.
Title: Everything
Author: MkbDiapason
Rating: PG
Fandom: Star Trek TOS
Character: Jim & Bones
Warnings: flashfic
Plot: They were merely a collection, in most high and noble meanings, representing a total ...
· everything °
"that do not cure you of every aspect of my life, Bones ... when you dedicate time even yours? "
" I'm already doing, Jim. "
***
James T. Kirk knew that every aspect of his turbulent life that coincided with the placid, but apprehensive aspects of the life of Leonard McCoy. Their diversity in their exclusivity, they found a bond so fitting, modest, sincere and severity of reverential.
Whenever they tried to give a name to what their relationship, however, the result of a coincidence, a causality of natural alchemy, many words would surface on the tip language, and there stopped doubting, fearful of their inadequacy, insecure about their fragility ... because words are so strong, but never enough.
And then they were lost, thrown in a few sentences, never so serious and playful as ever.
They believed that their relationship could then handle the case, nell'indefinito. That could consume between the lines of thought, or between letters in a word elected.
Yet there was so much more.
Their souls are entertained each other, quiet or joking, distilling their lives more and more energy. Thefts were sometimes subtle, voracious, urgent, necessary and other shares of Pure, trade equivalent, simple, flowing into the intellectual and spiritual complementarity. He was sharing a crystalline, a perpetual bond, which was not mere friendship, friendship was not only because it was true love in the meaning-only, but not unique-that colored that relationship the most sacred of all shades of feeling, in his deep, almost archetypal essence.
They were a "couple" because the word did not suit them in that its simplistic limitation in the same way that Love could not abide by "Conditions".
There was no limit, because no words could deliver us some.
Love flowed through them, usually in that motion of Nature, in her garments energetic. Renewable and free flowing.
They were merely a collection, in the highest and noblest of meanings, represent a total.
Father and son.
Brothers.
friends.
Lovers.
Yet the words were still dying, slipping away, to appear and vanish, and what you want to unveil all of this, no words could capture and limit the meaning ...
***
Jim Kirk was limited to smile, and Bones accepted and reciprocated the tacit understanding.
You just smiled, embraced their limits, in the silent worship of their dark, without yearning for the solution and its borders.
Besides, the all and everything.
Boundless.
And the words were not enough ...
Why did not need words.
They were to be enough.
each other.
In silence.
In their mystery.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Driver Shark Bdv 212b
Etto Konbanwa!
Konbanwa Minna-saaaaaaaaan!
This is my first post in LJ! Yeeeeeeh!!*she commends herself*
I write in english buuut... I'm not very good! (^.^)'' Eeeetto...I'm really masochist! (^.^) So, if I do some mistakes, tell me please! U.U
I apologies for the future's mistakes m(_ _)m Gomen Ne!
Ok, this isn't very interesting for a begin. (-.-)''
Well...I'll use this LJ for my fanficc... in italian! ^.^'' because I'm not able to write them in english, gomen!(But if someone have the patience to translate them in english, I'll be very grateful with him/her...I know, it's really annoying)
When I learn to use very well LJ, I'll post my (h)orrible works! (U.U)
So, until then, I'll exercise my english for your bad luck!xD
Sumimaseeeeeeen m(_ _)m
Now, I tell you something about myself:
my name is Elena, I found the Japan world when I was 7 years old and I ran in my house believing to be Vegeta(yes, he was my first love xD)!In the following years, I read a lot of other manga(like Bleach, Saiyuki, Hellsing,Katekyo Hitman Reborn, Death Note, Wild Adapter, Soul Eater, Full metal Alchemist ,ecc...)! After, I found the splendid world of J-Rock. My eyes shone in front of those beautiful creature(@w@). Now,I'm in the same situation xD In particular I love The Gazette,MIYAVI,LM.C, Aicle,AN CAFE,SuG,Versailles,Moi Dix Mois,Malice Mizer,Screw,X-Japan,Nightmare,Girugamesh,Gackt,Alice Nine,Dir en Grey,D and many others, but in this moment I don't remember very well! (^.^)''
Thanks for reading,
Pon - chan !
Konbanwa Minna-saaaaaaaaan!
This is my first post in LJ! Yeeeeeeh!!*she commends herself*
I write in english buuut... I'm not very good! (^.^)'' Eeeetto...I'm really masochist! (^.^) So, if I do some mistakes, tell me please! U.U
I apologies for the future's mistakes m(_ _)m Gomen Ne!
Ok, this isn't very interesting for a begin. (-.-)''
Well...I'll use this LJ for my fanficc... in italian! ^.^'' because I'm not able to write them in english, gomen!(But if someone have the patience to translate them in english, I'll be very grateful with him/her...I know, it's really annoying)
When I learn to use very well LJ, I'll post my (h)orrible works! (U.U)
So, until then, I'll exercise my english for your bad luck!xD
Sumimaseeeeeeen m(_ _)m
Now, I tell you something about myself:
my name is Elena, I found the Japan world when I was 7 years old and I ran in my house believing to be Vegeta(yes, he was my first love xD)!In the following years, I read a lot of other manga(like Bleach, Saiyuki, Hellsing,Katekyo Hitman Reborn, Death Note, Wild Adapter, Soul Eater, Full metal Alchemist ,ecc...)! After, I found the splendid world of J-Rock. My eyes shone in front of those beautiful creature(@w@). Now,I'm in the same situation xD In particular I love The Gazette,MIYAVI,LM.C, Aicle,AN CAFE,SuG,Versailles,Moi Dix Mois,Malice Mizer,Screw,X-Japan,Nightmare,Girugamesh,Gackt,Alice Nine,Dir en Grey,D and many others, but in this moment I don't remember very well! (^.^)''
Thanks for reading,
Pon - chan !
Monday, November 29, 2010
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The 101 secrets of online auctions
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Want to make more money with your auctions on eBay? You want to decrease the amount of time that is spent listing your auctions? You want to decrease the amount of time you spend filling orders? And what are the best items to sell on eBay? How about some tips that will give your ads look better? Want to know when to list and end the auction? And how to get people to watch? If you answered yes to any of the above questions, you need a free download of 101 AUCTION SECRETS REVEALED! It provides answers to all questions, and is required reading for all buyers and sellers on eBay! This guide will show you amazing as a buyer, get the lowest price possible, and the seller, how to sell your products for maximum profit. Download now!
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Friday, November 26, 2010
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Butterflies are free to fly
When Copernicus discovered the Earth was the center of the universe, everything is ; changed. When Isaac Newton understood the law of gravity by an apple that falls, everything changed. When Benjamin Franklin collections of electrical energy from lightning and Thomas Edison made the first commercial bulb, everything changed. Today, when quantum physicists make Our physical universe is not real, it's just a hologram, everything ... wait! Nothing has changed - yet. Now "butterflies are free to fly" offers a radical new approach and spiritual evolution based on recent scientific studies on our holographic universe.
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When Copernicus discovered the Earth was the center of the universe, everything is ; changed. When Isaac Newton understood the law of gravity by an apple that falls, everything changed. When Benjamin Franklin collections of electrical energy from lightning and Thomas Edison made the first commercial bulb, everything changed. Today, when quantum physicists make Our physical universe is not real, it's just a hologram, everything ... wait! Nothing has changed - yet. Now "butterflies are free to fly" offers a radical new approach and spiritual evolution based on recent scientific studies on our holographic universe.
Read more: http://www.free-ebooks.net/ebook/Butterflies-Are-Free-To-Fly
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Ebook Saving Grace
This is a story of my journey from frustration, hopelessness and despair sweet repose and joy in saving and transforming power of Christ. What I learned has made such a difference in my life that I share with every seeker other after the righteousness of Christ.
This is a story of my journey from frustration, hopelessness and despair of sweet repose and joy in saving and transforming power of Christ. What I learned has made such a difference in my life that I share with every other seeker after Christ's righteousness.
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This is a story of my journey from frustration, hopelessness and despair sweet repose and joy in saving and transforming power of Christ. What I learned has made such a difference in my life that I share with every seeker other after the righteousness of Christ.
This is a story of my journey from frustration, hopelessness and despair of sweet repose and joy in saving and transforming power of Christ. What I learned has made such a difference in my life that I share with every other seeker after Christ's righteousness.
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Monday, November 22, 2010
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The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes is a free ebook with a collection of twelve stories by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, with his famous detective and illustrated by Sidney Paget.
These are the first of the Sherlock Holmes short stories, originally published as single stories in The Strand Magazine from July 1891 to June 1892. The book was published in England October 14, 1892 by George Newnes Ltd and in a U.S. edition by Harper Oct. 15. The first print edition was 14,500 copies. Download your pdf copy of the Adventures of Sherlock Holmes
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes is a free ebook with a collection of twelve stories by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, with his famous detective and illustrated by Sidney Paget.
These are the first of the Sherlock Holmes short stories, originally published as single stories in The Strand Magazine from July 1891 to June 1892. The book was published in England October 14, 1892 by George Newnes Ltd and in a U.S. edition by Harper Oct. 15. The first print edition was 14,500 copies. Download your pdf copy of the Adventures of Sherlock Holmes
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free e-book on programming
These are 4 free e-book on programming that I watched recently and I have done a very good impression. It 'goes without saying that I'm going to read them all (So why write it if it is useless?)
These are direct links to PDF file, just click and save.
1. Linux Hacks 101 Nice Bash and Linux tips: the little commands that make a difference.
2. Python 2.1 Bible : Even though I spent a couple of versions of Python 2.1, however I think this book is a must to start with writing in python. I just started reading it, and it is a very instructive.
I first heard about this book from a recommendation of a dear friend, but I have not opened for a long period of time. Now is a good time to start.
3. Object Oriented C : A suggestion by the same friend, I gave a quick look and it looks promising.
4. Beej 's Guide to Network Programming A book recommended in a course that I had in "Structure of Operating Systems." It covers almost everything I know (not much) on socket programming, and much more.
Enjoy Wherein 4 free ebooks for programmers .
These are 4 free e-book on programming that I watched recently and I have done a very good impression. It 'goes without saying that I'm going to read them all (So why write it if it is useless?)
These are direct links to PDF file, just click and save.
1. Linux Hacks 101 Nice Bash and Linux tips: the little commands that make a difference.
2. Python 2.1 Bible : Even though I spent a couple of versions of Python 2.1, however I think this book is a must to start with writing in python. I just started reading it, and it is a very instructive.
I first heard about this book from a recommendation of a dear friend, but I have not opened for a long period of time. Now is a good time to start.
3. Object Oriented C : A suggestion by the same friend, I gave a quick look and it looks promising.
4. Beej 's Guide to Network Programming A book recommended in a course that I had in "Structure of Operating Systems." It covers almost everything I know (not much) on socket programming, and much more.
Enjoy Wherein 4 free ebooks for programmers .
Saturday, November 6, 2010
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Sam & Monica
And here our puppets!
* v * The son of the Triad (exact: son of Jim, Spock and McCoy XD) and the daughter of Scotty and Uhura! = D
To learn more, read how it all began!:
A Kind of Miracle
And here our puppets!
* v * The son of the Triad (exact: son of Jim, Spock and McCoy XD) and the daughter of Scotty and Uhura! = D
To learn more, read how it all began!:
A Kind of Miracle
Thursday, October 28, 2010
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Freedom Khodorkovsky? Meeting Oct. 27. 2010
27 октября прошли очередные слушания in the case of Mikhail Khodorkovsky - Lebedev: this time the court had to determine whether defendants deserve acquittal. We recall that on 25 October marked the 7 years since the arrest of Khodorkovsky and Lebedev, a week ago, prosecutors asked for an increase in sentence for both business and 14 years.
The meeting was supposed to start in Khamovnichesky Moscow Court at 10 am local time. However, at this point in a tiny zalchike № 7 yet there was no one - including prosecutors themselves. But on the stairs and into the crowded waiting room of about 30 people (not as much as I expected). Among them were seen opposition Harry Kasparov, a member of the Office of the Russian democratic movement "Solidarity" Ilya Yashin, the literary critic Marietta Chudakova (and later came everyone's favorite Soviet-era film director Eldar Ryazanov). When the ladder appeared prosecutor Valery Lakhtin, Ilya Yashin said: «Shame!" (Prosecutor, as noted later, colleagues, missed the meeting because he drank tea in the press room). Another prosecutor - Attorney Gyulchehra Ibragimov looked proudly a photographer and theatrical exclaimed: "Oh, I beg you not to take photos!". When the convoy came with Mikhail Khodorkovsky and Platon Lebedev, sonorous voice rang out: "Its a-bo-dy! Free-bo-dy! "(Many were at the hearing on the case is not the first time and knew that the scream). As a result, the meeting began at poldvenadtsatogo. The hall seats were only 30-40 people (three rows of benches), men were vzhav limb. Before you get inside and find a place, it took me hard to deal with the bailiff, by persuasion and explanation, it is important to me to attend this meeting. Finally, I got - on the part where Michael Khodorkovsky has denied the charges against him - in his words, beat passes witnesses opponents. I must say that he held, as always, confident, and at times it seemed that this was not even hearing: Khodorkovsky allegedly gave a lecture on economics - to me, other colleagues, friends and ... prosecutors. The lecture was a computer presentation, which contained a lot of data on the production of Yukos and the oil industry as a whole. Understand the difficulties the investigation - Because handle such amount of information and compare all the figures appearing in, really hard for people not related to business. Therefore, apparently, in the process one of the prosecutors even suggested that the profit (!) One of the subsidiaries of Yukos was taken on credit (known to the company's profit not formed from the credit funds). With all this outward calm and jokes of the accused, which periodically causes a smile on their faces audience and lawyers, of course, it was clear that Khodorkovsky is worried - this was expressed in lung twitching of the head. So worried about the man who understands that how he will perform will determine whether they believe him, you'll see, finally, the truth. A person who, knowing that "the acquittal for the Moscow court - a rarity, yet does not lose hope. Platon Lebedev, meanwhile, nervously chewing gum and flipping through the Talmud with the case - It is his turn to speak was after. Khodorkovsky went through all the testimony, noting the absurdity of some of the charges (for example, the wording legislators that he was guilty of the derivation of profit from Yukos to (!) the subsequent growth of profits and market capitalization). Of particular controversy erupted on value allegedly abducted them of oil - its consequences are not offered a measure of the market, and the so-called actual price for which was adopted value oil in Rotterdam (!). Although about the absurdity of such calculations has said Industry and Trade Minister Viktor Khristenko and former Minister of Economic Development and Trade German Gref: oil in Rotterdam can not be equivalent to the Russian at least, because its value added logistics and export costs. Khodorkovsky has given an example with a bucket of well water, which we can buy from her grandmother for 20 rubles, and water Evian (She, incidentally, was on the table from participants process). Although the quality of this water is approximately the same, but the bucket Evian will cost 1000 rubles. And not 20. However, this fact does not mean that my grandmother because it must will sell its water for 1000 rubles. instead of 20. The second comparison concerned the referee Dining: Khodorkovsky said that actions similar to those that are imputed him in charge, commit, and now the judges themselves: they go into the dining room, where buy food, creating a profit this dining room (though not as possible ") and formed with the organized group (in this case, it is unlikely the judge will have an expensive restaurant across the road, he said). And it will not be regarded as a crime. He then wished everyone a good appetite. Thus, Mr. Khodorkovsky used the technique of comparisons, which is often used in American courts, which is known to act case law. Apparently hoping to still his work set a precedent.
In conclusion, the defendant pointed to one (and, in his opinion, the most important) of the charges, which stated that he ... wanted to make a political career. And then read a congratulation, dated April 15, 2003, from then-President Vladimir Putin on the occasion of the anniversary of Yukos. It was alleged that Yukos - one of the best companies of the Russian market, contributed significantly to the economy. And despite the fact that later "discovered" that the Yukos theft occurred already since 1999 (ie six years to the time of Putin's congratulations). As the curtain Khodorkovsky thanked the public prosecutors, pointing particularly to the Attorney Ibragimov, who my charges as if trying to support the accused successfully sprawling charged her case. At that Ms. Ibragimova hastily exclaimed: "You're wrong!". В конце речи, когда Ходорковский выразил надежду на оправдание, в зале раздались шумные аплодисменты: аплодировал действительно весь зал. Кроме прокуроров Danilkin and judges, who fell on the wicked cry: "All those who applauded the court to withdraw from the room!". He literally ran over to the bailiff, who did not prevent the outrage. However, people immediately recognized that slammed everything - together. From the audience of course we went. But just because there was a break. In the toilet Court, I asked the young officer, where they celebrated the referees dining room. "And we have it for almost ten years as a no!". In general, almost as much as Khodorkovsky sits. "And where is the judge's lunch?" - I asked. "And who where have ...." Apparently, at an expensive restaurant across the road, too.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
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We are looking for money for a photo exhibition of Italian photographs!
Thursday, October 14, 2010
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Memories
Title: Memories
Author: MkbDiapason
Rating: PG
Fandom: Star Trek TOS
Character: Spock
Warnings: flashfic
Plot: Climbing the Mountain of Remembrance, Spock Search faded memories ...
It is said that the largest scale are those in the know, but there are equally arduous climbs and ephemeral ripping to those who make an uncertain smile, which emerges in the Spring of impotent and a memory that faded nell'assiderarsi langue, subjugated by the arrogance of twenty mower that grub up the roots of the memory of Dawn a winter of gloom. The petals of hope are lost as the eternal laughter, broken mirrors, which are revealed to you as a snow dance, macabre mockery that your efforts as a swirl of blood.
Your hands hold a silent earth. In mourning.
your eyes looking for the Estate of a time gone.
Your lips dare a desperate prayer.
And all of you is shattered, and feel poured over endless blanket of white, under which lie buried memories boldest, the green hope.
Hear weeping away.
And while the last drop is ready to leap into oblivion, your eyes, the suit deafening research, are tinged with an awareness nivea, and finally understand that memories are not buried, but staying there in the white light Winter.
It contains all the colors of the Mind.
White is only the beginning. The climb begins
remember now, the moment when the snow is dyed in every color.
close your eyes and begin to see, hear every whisper from the mountain, and every piece of you ...
"The most important reason why you're climbing a mountain? ... Simply because there is'"
... finally has the taste of each season.
Title: Memories
Author: MkbDiapason
Rating: PG
Fandom: Star Trek TOS
Character: Spock
Warnings: flashfic
Plot: Climbing the Mountain of Remembrance, Spock Search faded memories ...
It is said that the largest scale are those in the know, but there are equally arduous climbs and ephemeral ripping to those who make an uncertain smile, which emerges in the Spring of impotent and a memory that faded nell'assiderarsi langue, subjugated by the arrogance of twenty mower that grub up the roots of the memory of Dawn a winter of gloom. The petals of hope are lost as the eternal laughter, broken mirrors, which are revealed to you as a snow dance, macabre mockery that your efforts as a swirl of blood.
Your hands hold a silent earth. In mourning.
your eyes looking for the Estate of a time gone.
Your lips dare a desperate prayer.
And all of you is shattered, and feel poured over endless blanket of white, under which lie buried memories boldest, the green hope.
Hear weeping away.
And while the last drop is ready to leap into oblivion, your eyes, the suit deafening research, are tinged with an awareness nivea, and finally understand that memories are not buried, but staying there in the white light Winter.
It contains all the colors of the Mind.
White is only the beginning. The climb begins
remember now, the moment when the snow is dyed in every color.
close your eyes and begin to see, hear every whisper from the mountain, and every piece of you ...
"The most important reason why you're climbing a mountain? ... Simply because there is'"
... finally has the taste of each season.
Friday, October 8, 2010
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Take My Hand / / Kirk & Spock.
Finally! F inally! TvT
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New clip Noize MC on Barkov. Together with singer Staisha - Olga's sister, who died Alexandrina.
«Mercedes 777" (video) - Society - OpenSpace.ru
New clip Noize MC on Barkov. Together with singer Staisha - Olga's sister, who died Alexandrina.
Thursday, October 7, 2010
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You're never ready for anything.
At least not until the end. The truth is that until you are ready. You know why? Because that was just one of many life lessons. Adds to your wealth of experience. And only after you say "the next time I'll be ready."
At least not until the end. The truth is that until you are ready. You know why? Because that was just one of many life lessons. Adds to your wealth of experience. And only after you say "the next time I'll be ready."
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turchese2o @ 2010-10-07T21: 08:00
are warmer and darker mornings
become the nuts and berries have a rounder face, the rose
not is more in the city.
The maple wears a gayer scarf, and the campaign
a scarlet gown.
And I, too, for not being old-fashioned,
I will get a jewel.
Fall / Emily Dickinson
(c) photo by me
are warmer and darker mornings
become the nuts and berries have a rounder face, the rose
not is more in the city.
The maple wears a gayer scarf, and the campaign
a scarlet gown.
And I, too, for not being old-fashioned,
I will get a jewel.
Fall / Emily Dickinson
(c) photo by me
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turchese2o @ 2010-10-07T20: 52:00
Impressions of October
(c) photo by me
Impressions of October
(c) photo by me
Monday, October 4, 2010
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Title: Forever Young
Author: MkbDiapason
Rating: PG
Fandom: Star
Trek TOS Pairing: Kirk / Spock / McCoy
Warnings: none
Plot: "The Youth have no time, Jim ... It 's a state of mind, and this always requires be encouraged and educated to see the whole thing always with renewed interest, so in order to accommodate fully the beauty of life. "
Dedicated to Shun for his 18th birthday. This thought is for you!
° ° Forever Young
S entiva pulled his eyes from the stars.
danced on his face quiet and lively colors of the universe, in that peaceful movement and lively, joyous beat of the rhythm of the Cosmos. The stars smiled
light on his skin.
The stars smiled, as opposed to him.
Building on that dumb magic, in a mournful contemplation.
The stars wanted to tear him a smile.
lingering golden on both sides of his mouth like drops of light. Not now
-...- A whisper
sad smiling face to Eternity.
He turned his back to those twin indiscreet as eternal children who continued with their sparkling laughter and warm caresses shining.
-V 'envy
...- A secret whistle.
-What 's that you envy, Jim? -
Something he had spoken. The lips caressing Reason rested on his forehead and kissed the afflicted mind.
Spock-...-
-What 's that you envy, Jim? -
-...-
do not think I know a broken sigh.
-It 's your birthday today ... why so much effort? -
-Are you here to greet me, then? -
condolences-I would say ...! -
soon came to The Voice of Feeling ease his pain, he came touching his mouth with that biting sarcasm.
-Bones ...-
-Come on, Jim ... on a day like this there is no time to sulk, but only to delight us with another year gone and another to come. -
answered the words of his lips with honey.
-I'm not in the spirit to celebrate the birthday ...-
answered, or tried, that amaricando undeserved and cloying honey to his mouth with bile.
-Sai ... me and Spock we have tried to find you a present ... and maybe we can not find at least something that could tear a smile ...-
followed in the usual persistence of a stubborn sun, ever ready to dusk, always so rich in joy. This feeling so heartening
undying ....
-What is it? - Churches
intrigued.
-magic dust, my handsome Peter Pan ...-
His hand opened and dust of stars enriched air, then fell slowly, in a swirl of golden elegance, his face darkened, and decked with gold and so then turned his gaze from her eyelashes valuable to the Company. Spock And you
-six accomplice of this joke? -
-I found the fascinating similarity ...-
said a hint of a smile.
-you remember when you stopped flying Jim? -
Asked the other voice fade in the melancholy of remembrance.
-No-...-
At the same time you've started to do really ...-
Yes ... you can ...-
-lost my baby ... Now what ... we want to do? -
asked yet.
-you do not know ... what would you recommend? -
Two hands leaned toward him in the warm invitation of a pact between souls.
-To try to fly, Jim ... together ... we have all the time ...-
-We are not a bit too big to play Peter Pan ? - Churches
doubtful.
-The Youth have no time, Jim ... It 's a state of mind, and this always requires to be stimulated and educated to see the whole thing always with renewed interest, so in order to accommodate fully the beauty of life .-
-... And on this ship of time they spend together! And how many things have yet to see !...-
-E makes me happy ... There is nothing more beautiful than words ...-
sprouted among the blooming of a smile. His hands shook the souls complementary and completeness of that tacit embrace of love, he felt the caress Companions closed around him in the privacy of the timid white petals of a flower at the dawn of his life. So
Beauty proved him in those simple gestures that day and was painted pink honey, the scent irresistible. The scent of a blooming life forever.
-Youth is happy because he has the ability to see beauty. Anyone will be able to maintain the ability to see beauty never become old-
.- * Yes ... It 's certainly the case. And I'll learn to see, hear, everything you need ... I am young and even at sunset, forever .-
E ternate G Iovane.
∞
* cit. Franz Kafka
Sunday, October 3, 2010
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Egg fate: strike against the tyranny of MTS with respect to customers!
"I activated the service extended credit without my permission (not even offering the possibility to refuse him). Then every time I went abroad, I increase it - and have increased as a result of up to 4000 rubles. When I went to the Internet in Italy in April, I have eaten all the credit (if it was not, then the phone b ... 's just disconnected from the Internet - and it was Wi-fi) at the moment when the account was not money. But no - on his return I came through to 6000 rubles. I had to pay for a week under the threat of disconnection from the network. I paid, and in the fall went for two weeks in Istanbul, foresight to disable the phone function "Wi-Fi - roaming. There phone number, I almost did not use the internet and did not go too - 600 rubles, as the wind blew on return, and I c nova was in the red.
All is good, but I went to the nearest office with a request to disconnect my service credit! But this manager office ... Failed!! I thirst for justice!
Anna Leonova, freelance journalist (Forbes Russia, Russia Beyond the headlines)
And here is the story of my colleagues, the journalist of "The Secret by "Pauline Rusyaevoy :
" received SMS from MTS that in my room after 18.00 will be recalculated for services in international roaming and write-offs of almost 11,5 thousand rubles. MTS told me that this is probably the Internet. I told the truth, that does not not use it, but I was told that the iPhone is done automatically. Cry ... MTS continues to subtly and methodically fun. Employee call center yesterday asked me to connect "amortization." However, it can only connect with a positive balance. And I have more than minus 11 thousand rubles. Now I got the sms on 150 bonus minutes, which I received from MTS bonus. " ... They began to act, but in fact I can not use them with a negative balance. It's hell "
This link can find our meeting on Facebook. The essence of the protest is that in recent years, MTS insolent and stopped respecting our users. She is not asking our permission, connects incomprehensible services (eg, extended credit), from which can not refuse, and in overseas missions is removed using this service with our iPhones tents money - more than 10 thousand rubles. Here is my own story:
"I activated the service extended credit without my permission (not even offering the possibility to refuse him). Then every time I went abroad, I increase it - and have increased as a result of up to 4000 rubles. When I went to the Internet in Italy in April, I have eaten all the credit (if it was not, then the phone b ... 's just disconnected from the Internet - and it was Wi-fi) at the moment when the account was not money. But no - on his return I came through to 6000 rubles. I had to pay for a week under the threat of disconnection from the network. I paid, and in the fall went for two weeks in Istanbul, foresight to disable the phone function "Wi-Fi - roaming. There phone number, I almost did not use the internet and did not go too - 600 rubles, as the wind blew on return, and I c nova was in the red.
All is good, but I went to the nearest office with a request to disconnect my service credit! But this manager office ... Failed!! I thirst for justice!
Anna Leonova, freelance journalist (Forbes Russia, Russia Beyond the headlines)
And here is the story of my colleagues, the journalist of "The Secret by "Pauline Rusyaevoy :
" received SMS from MTS that in my room after 18.00 will be recalculated for services in international roaming and write-offs of almost 11,5 thousand rubles. MTS told me that this is probably the Internet. I told the truth, that does not not use it, but I was told that the iPhone is done automatically. Cry ... MTS continues to subtly and methodically fun. Employee call center yesterday asked me to connect "amortization." However, it can only connect with a positive balance. And I have more than minus 11 thousand rubles. Now I got the sms on 150 bonus minutes, which I received from MTS bonus. " ... They began to act, but in fact I can not use them with a negative balance. It's hell "
Friday, October 1, 2010
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I - for establishing more links
My links - my wealth. In the literal and figurative sense.
My links - my wealth. In the literal and figurative sense.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
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My Italian poetry
If we meet one day ...
If we meet one day ...
it will be a chance.
But maybe it does not matter,
Yes, and quite scary for us,
After all souls are dying of despair.
If we meet one day,
may be old.
and the world changed on us,
And life goes through circles,
As to the hype.
If we once met,
What I can tell you:
It was all love,
but turned only pain,
My heart hurts again.
If we meet one day,
Memories flash light,
But this flash burns
And in the past does not return,
Where long road no.
If we meet one day,
That meeting will be in the New Year.
Do you know why, do not ask ...
do not know?
So - Idiot!
If we meet once
And you ask for my response,
So I am ready even to cry out,
But promolvlyu whisper: "No." ...
If we meet one day ...
Without summarizing
and without error that made everyone -
We both made a lot of them.
During this life was to our strict.
If we meet once
with the same life plan,
With the same aim important - To love one another,
repeat will not, as Tatiana,
What I really another girlfriend.
If we meet one day,
And it will be coincidence,
I wait that you'll tell me,
And maybe "yes" I say inadvertently.
****
the warm sun of Sicily
I life traded his,
on roses with thorns, and lilies,
growing in the southern garden.
career at sea, and the name - the mountains,
Where a free life in the lush expanse,
And the wind in their homes opens the shutter.
where the truth lies where?
dispute desire and duty.
have not thought of even a girl.
Awards diplomas and Forbes , finally,
Change to life with a shepherd and sheep.
**
When a lot of random thoughts swarming
In my head, drove away them away,
Suppose I think that later will be rewarded handsomely
all those who criticize my choice was not averse.
all those who lived with the plan
AND thought only right,
valued only money,
walked toward the goal stubbornly.
Who gave his life to screens iPad 's,
Forgetting instructions to attendants and grandfathers.
who believed in America or Russia,
Who would have thought that Putin, perhaps, the Messiah,
Who has not noticed around niente che sia .
Goodbye friends, and before meeting in Messina!
September 27, 2010
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Monday, September 27, 2010
14 Year Old Naturalist .com
The Dark Side Of Solitude # 2
is the malaise of the time
The expanding epidemic
The party is over we go down that ice
Thoughts reason
eyelids dropped es, gray face
(...) Are we the playthings of fate Remember
moments divine
Planas, exploded in the morning
And now we're alone
Lost dreams of love
The time when we had done nothing
We have a lifetime to cry
And now we're alone. Protects
Moi Placebo-
NOTE: * (My French is much worse, I hope that the construction of correct verbro oo).
Ah, what I write is usually not autobiographical, I do not like to flaunt my life venti.A four times, I draw inspiration, but these stories are only written when I cast the good inspiration.
The Dark Side of Loneliness
# 2-Je Vous en Prie, reveille-moi. (*)
violenza.Mi I need is a shock to return to vita.Per once again I find myself tangled in the sheets after yet another "short too much "and I still feel the warmth of the body that shared my last orgasm in this letto.O in cucina.O entrata.Ero so taken in by evil does not even remember where I had sex? Apparently yes.
I hurt everywhere, my head throbs and I have a warm salt atroce.Mi a sour taste from the mouth of stomaco.Tempo two seconds and are bent on the floor masseurs cesso.Mi get up the belly, which are swollen and I feel that soon I will have to ; return on that process.
I brush my teeth to take away the taste rancid and post-nauseante.Stiracchiamento risveglio.Passo behind the window, across the arrival hall in sala.Agguanto a rubber band from the "bowl-empty pockets," my gift madre.Lego hair in a bun on top of the head, I'll have a look orrdendo.Sento cold and I realize now that they are usually mutande.Mutande interdentale.Di thong thread ... not because we put them everywhere and they seem to shove fruit sadica.Mi extension of a mind on the couch in the corner and cascading the stereo, turn, turn up the volume and I taste my dose mattutina.Tocca to SOAD, Vicinity of a Obscenity.Sparo palla.Amo too early to cry. " LIAAAAAAR "
The only time I can follow the testo.Io I try to say" bananabananabananaterracottapie. "There can proprio.Rido like an idiot every time we do not prepare the riesco.Mi caffettiera.Intanto back in the bathroom to finish emptying my mattutino.Tutto this happens at a glacial pace that only veterans can be a hangover comprendere.Sembra to live in slow motion and rapid follow moments and I find myself in the kitchen to turn off the fuoco.Senza remind me of being out of the bathroom. Pas drôle?
I open the windows of the room that is inondée amia de lumière . Abbaglia.Chiudo the door I sbuffando.Controllo around if they have forgotten clothes or at least some sign of their usual passaggio.Come people Which leads me to read are always discreet and careful never to forget niente.E I feel ever more sola.Almeno if I had a sock, a hairpin ... something to use as a simulacrum . A seng of their passage in my life, as well as on my legs to corpo.Apro sconisciuti and unknown and they do not deign to forget something ...? bastards. No
well ... not that I'm a putain . I just think that sex is a passatempo.C 'is someone who collects stamps ... I collect orgasmi.Che can I do? I do not feel guilty and even me vergogno.Non they are seeking a ninfomane.Ma differently what we all end cercano.Alla who said that it is absolutely necessary to have sex after we met? People are much more sincere while having sex that while parlano.Preferisco that one is not hard, rather than spend two months behind and then find that you gay.Oppure if I see one that appeals to me because I do not make me? only is she a woman? ... you know that a large problem. I satisfy my corpo.Se my body is happy, my mind is relaxed and calm and I live appagata.E tranquilla.C 'is someone who collects stamps, eh ...
I pass from one bed to another. Prendo.Una is taken and then continues to joust bodies entwined, full of sparkling lights and flashes and palpitations colorati.Di galloping beats.
But I feel that after yet another sex session, a piece of me remains tied to that persona.Come if the memory that will a piece of me is true of my meat dishes slowly, slowly the skin thins, becomes increasingly trastarente, withered muscles and tendons become raffia secca.Mi'm wilting like a flower in a bouquet .
pity that my bouquet is composed only of myself.
I collapsed on the sofa, sipping coffee with calma.Ne smell the perfume, I mirror on its surface scura.Ne fetch a drop with the tip and suck avidamente.Ripeto the movement with two dita.Continuo to lick my fingers tapered . occhi.Mollo half closes his grip on the cup hits the floor spilling coffee ovunque.L 'aroma saturates the air. My hands glide over my body so meccanico.So already know what to do, where to go, where toccare.Un always the same path that I repeat for years and anni.Come when you walk from the bus ride home, the same strada.Stessi particolari.E you find yourself suddenly on the front door thinking how did you arrivato.E it all ends in less than two sencodi.Ansimo basta.Mi and has already missed that moment that I would change giornata.Mi divano.Osservo lift from the back of my hands.
And I cry.
pianto.Quando I do not know how nervous you are crying from frustration or you do not stop mai.Poi can think of many other thoughts and crying for their entry quelli.Fanno regrets, those "Ah! I my life I fully lived "in my dreams come true ... have rimpianti.E you realize that in those moments. Listening
external noises that come to me ... I miss orecchie.Francese.Quanto
I left too much non-deductible, and I realize now that I will never collect tutte.Anzi maybe I lost so much time ago that are now who knows where ...
perdessi.Le I left that I now regret having given up gettate.Mi tutto.La home, family, affetti.Non tornare.In is that I want that place was totally out luogo.Solo that you sometimes need to know where you started, fisicamente.Servono coordinates fisse.Un point partenza.Un point where the roll of wire Arianna.Un point where you know that, whatever happens, you can if you tornare.Anche sucks, if odi.Serve.
are young you can not comprendere.Si evadere.Lasciarsi just wants it all behind their backs and say, yell: Now decide where I go my passi.Ma at the worst you would have done as Tom Thumb, bread crumbs, sassolini.Un the discreet and secure way to mark the fact and be able to return ritch indietro.Ora like I'm lost in bosco.Senza a path in front of me or behind me.Sono the regrets of a life that create a prison. Do not have handles, crumbs or pebbles, wire or seguire.Soli.Soli stars like you've never stati.Perchè loneliness can not salvarti.Te creata.Ti six six built a scaffold and time you put the noose around collo.Ma Waiting for someone, some Executioner, give you the push finale.Perchè you are not brave enough to do it protrudes solo.Ti, observe the audience, attendi.Gli spectators are just ghosts that await you'll join them. I do not expect the
boia.Mi content with just a pubblico.Se I die, I want people to see there is my last performance ...
hear the words ... I try to scan and branding in my mind .... C'est
the malaise du moment ... Les pensées here glaces la raison ... Sommes nous les jouets du destin ...
I take only fragments, well I can not follow the flow ...
catch a phrase ...
nous reste toute une
The streets pour pleurer, et maintenant nous sommes tout seul.
The records with the nails in my attack, I will continue to bleed and bleed ... will not come until one day the Executioner.
is the malaise of the time
The expanding epidemic
The party is over we go down that ice
Thoughts reason
eyelids dropped es, gray face
(...) Are we the playthings of fate Remember
moments divine
Planas, exploded in the morning
And now we're alone
Lost dreams of love
The time when we had done nothing
We have a lifetime to cry
And now we're alone. Protects
Moi Placebo-
NOTE: * (My French is much worse, I hope that the construction of correct verbro oo).
Ah, what I write is usually not autobiographical, I do not like to flaunt my life venti.A four times, I draw inspiration, but these stories are only written when I cast the good inspiration.
The Dark Side of Loneliness
# 2-Je Vous en Prie, reveille-moi. (*)
violenza.Mi I need is a shock to return to vita.Per once again I find myself tangled in the sheets after yet another "short too much "and I still feel the warmth of the body that shared my last orgasm in this letto.O in cucina.O entrata.Ero so taken in by evil does not even remember where I had sex? Apparently yes.
I hurt everywhere, my head throbs and I have a warm salt atroce.Mi a sour taste from the mouth of stomaco.Tempo two seconds and are bent on the floor masseurs cesso.Mi get up the belly, which are swollen and I feel that soon I will have to ; return on that process.
I brush my teeth to take away the taste rancid and post-nauseante.Stiracchiamento risveglio.Passo behind the window, across the arrival hall in sala.Agguanto a rubber band from the "bowl-empty pockets," my gift madre.Lego hair in a bun on top of the head, I'll have a look orrdendo.Sento cold and I realize now that they are usually mutande.Mutande interdentale.Di thong thread ... not because we put them everywhere and they seem to shove fruit sadica.Mi extension of a mind on the couch in the corner and cascading the stereo, turn, turn up the volume and I taste my dose mattutina.Tocca to SOAD, Vicinity of a Obscenity.Sparo palla.Amo too early to cry. " LIAAAAAAR "
The only time I can follow the testo.Io I try to say" bananabananabananaterracottapie. "There can proprio.Rido like an idiot every time we do not prepare the riesco.Mi caffettiera.Intanto back in the bathroom to finish emptying my mattutino.Tutto this happens at a glacial pace that only veterans can be a hangover comprendere.Sembra to live in slow motion and rapid follow moments and I find myself in the kitchen to turn off the fuoco.Senza remind me of being out of the bathroom. Pas drôle?
I open the windows of the room that is inondée amia de lumière . Abbaglia.Chiudo the door I sbuffando.Controllo around if they have forgotten clothes or at least some sign of their usual passaggio.Come people Which leads me to read are always discreet and careful never to forget niente.E I feel ever more sola.Almeno if I had a sock, a hairpin ... something to use as a simulacrum . A seng of their passage in my life, as well as on my legs to corpo.Apro sconisciuti and unknown and they do not deign to forget something ...? bastards. No
well ... not that I'm a putain . I just think that sex is a passatempo.C 'is someone who collects stamps ... I collect orgasmi.Che can I do? I do not feel guilty and even me vergogno.Non they are seeking a ninfomane.Ma differently what we all end cercano.Alla who said that it is absolutely necessary to have sex after we met? People are much more sincere while having sex that while parlano.Preferisco that one is not hard, rather than spend two months behind and then find that you gay.Oppure if I see one that appeals to me because I do not make me? only is she a woman? ... you know that a large problem. I satisfy my corpo.Se my body is happy, my mind is relaxed and calm and I live appagata.E tranquilla.C 'is someone who collects stamps, eh ...
I pass from one bed to another. Prendo.Una is taken and then continues to joust bodies entwined, full of sparkling lights and flashes and palpitations colorati.Di galloping beats.
But I feel that after yet another sex session, a piece of me remains tied to that persona.Come if the memory that will a piece of me is true of my meat dishes slowly, slowly the skin thins, becomes increasingly trastarente, withered muscles and tendons become raffia secca.Mi'm wilting like a flower in a bouquet .
pity that my bouquet is composed only of myself.
I collapsed on the sofa, sipping coffee with calma.Ne smell the perfume, I mirror on its surface scura.Ne fetch a drop with the tip and suck avidamente.Ripeto the movement with two dita.Continuo to lick my fingers tapered . occhi.Mollo half closes his grip on the cup hits the floor spilling coffee ovunque.L 'aroma saturates the air. My hands glide over my body so meccanico.So already know what to do, where to go, where toccare.Un always the same path that I repeat for years and anni.Come when you walk from the bus ride home, the same strada.Stessi particolari.E you find yourself suddenly on the front door thinking how did you arrivato.E it all ends in less than two sencodi.Ansimo basta.Mi and has already missed that moment that I would change giornata.Mi divano.Osservo lift from the back of my hands.
And I cry.
pianto.Quando I do not know how nervous you are crying from frustration or you do not stop mai.Poi can think of many other thoughts and crying for their entry quelli.Fanno regrets, those "Ah! I my life I fully lived "in my dreams come true ... have rimpianti.E you realize that in those moments. Listening
external noises that come to me ... I miss orecchie.Francese.Quanto
I left too much non-deductible, and I realize now that I will never collect tutte.Anzi maybe I lost so much time ago that are now who knows where ...
perdessi.Le I left that I now regret having given up gettate.Mi tutto.La home, family, affetti.Non tornare.In is that I want that place was totally out luogo.Solo that you sometimes need to know where you started, fisicamente.Servono coordinates fisse.Un point partenza.Un point where the roll of wire Arianna.Un point where you know that, whatever happens, you can if you tornare.Anche sucks, if odi.Serve.
are young you can not comprendere.Si evadere.Lasciarsi just wants it all behind their backs and say, yell: Now decide where I go my passi.Ma at the worst you would have done as Tom Thumb, bread crumbs, sassolini.Un the discreet and secure way to mark the fact and be able to return ritch indietro.Ora like I'm lost in bosco.Senza a path in front of me or behind me.Sono the regrets of a life that create a prison. Do not have handles, crumbs or pebbles, wire or seguire.Soli.Soli stars like you've never stati.Perchè loneliness can not salvarti.Te creata.Ti six six built a scaffold and time you put the noose around collo.Ma Waiting for someone, some Executioner, give you the push finale.Perchè you are not brave enough to do it protrudes solo.Ti, observe the audience, attendi.Gli spectators are just ghosts that await you'll join them. I do not expect the
boia.Mi content with just a pubblico.Se I die, I want people to see there is my last performance ...
hear the words ... I try to scan and branding in my mind .... C'est
the malaise du moment ... Les pensées here glaces la raison ... Sommes nous les jouets du destin ...
I take only fragments, well I can not follow the flow ...
catch a phrase ...
nous reste toute une
The streets pour pleurer, et maintenant nous sommes tout seul.
The records with the nails in my attack, I will continue to bleed and bleed ... will not come until one day the Executioner.
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