Thursday, January 27, 2011

Directions To Make A Dune Buggy Birthday Cake

雅-miyavi Pic


Konnichiwa Minna-saaaan!!! I'm really really bored in this moment so I'll write something non-sense in my LJ!U.U(I would study english for tomorrow interrogation buuut...I'm too tired for do it -.-'')
Ok people... I'm reading Fairy Tail for the first time and I really LOVE it!! It seems to read One Piece! ^w^
Grey it's my favourite!xDD
In any case...  I put here some MYV pictures for my pure personal pleasure!U.U


            


                  


 The series with the cat is terribly cute! ^.^

Arigatou for reading

Pon - chan ! =3

Friday, January 21, 2011

Treadmill Dizzy After

Investigating an accident involving a presidential envoy and sisters of my classmate Alena Yarosh


Thursday, January 20, 2011

How To Change Holga Lens

Hijikata and the Mayonnaise Factory!


xDD It's terribly funny!!!!I Have no comment! ^w^





Arigatou for watching,

Pon
- chan !
=3

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Alexis Texas No Black Guys

Point

Title: The Point
Author: MkbDiapason
Rating: PG
Fandom: Star Trek TOS
Character: Spock
Warnings: One-Shot
Plot: "When you hear something you falter, establish a point punto.Un coordinator of thought, where all the guesses and doubts no longer understand agire.Devi Spock, that control of physical space is as important as control of their mind. Learn to channel the thoughts is necessary in order to order as much as it is important to know which way to turn your gaze and how to handle it. This requires the prefix and determine a path through these two-way through the wind and what your thoughts, leave and return with renewed logic. "


my hope that this experiment is not pretentious and it can be to your liking>. \u0026lt;
Happy reading! (I think)


LAP point ¯



"When you hear something you falter, Establish a point. "
" One point? "
" Yes. A coordinator of thought, where all the guesses and doubts cease to act. "
" I do not know where to establish ... "
" You have to understand Spock, that control of physical space is as important as control of his mind. Learn to channel the thoughts is necessary in order to order as much as it is important to know which way to turn your gaze and how to handle it. This requires the prefix and determine a path through these two-way through the wind and what your thoughts, leave and return with renewed logic. "
" Your own space? It 's so important? "
" If you can not look, do not even know how to think. For this observation is crucial. If you know, you are master of your inventory. "
" logical. "

" Yes, Spock ... and logic. "


a point. Or a set of points. Constellating points of instructors in their own space in order to unravel in their own reality.
Sarek not used to personalize his speeches, but in the presence of Spock seemed to be forced to shape the conversation in its form. I do not understand the reason, or at least perceived, and he was just annoyed. Sarek Spock not talked with, rather than his words fury with that of human stubbornly persevered nell'assoggettare his mind and prevent its development objective, and although his father appeared able to conceal his intentions and his cowardice in not place directly, it was all too noticeable its concern that humanity did not know how to treat - and therefore how to name-and maybe that was crippling. He could only educate in other ways.
So Spock, accepting that advice is welcome as cheating, reprimands or embarrassing explanations that teachers reserve for a late student, merely nodded, some welcomed the attentions of her father and partly hurt by as much reckless " ; limit "that the father did not even dare to openly point out.
knew for certain, however, that his life was that of points of questioning, and that Sarek had got it right.
was just his nature to live with them. Not because he was difficult to remove them, but because as far as we can force to objectify and rationalize and demarcate the boundaries in the Conscience Sensitive doubt is in itself a natural result of any cognitive process, the point of collision of each learning experience. Groped was always very difficult to observe their own living space, analyze and experiment with each method and define what the essence, and equally difficult was able to limit the scope of these movements to color a particular emotional tone every emotional Idea . Obviously, the limit of consciousness resided in that its alien nature, which seemed so out of place in his person and claim his need to stand out through experience misleading Feelings of rebellion. If that experience had been constructive, then the father would have even accepted, but obviously was not what I came up in his eyes something proactive, attitude, and therefore added nothing to the prospects of thought, if anything subtracted something .
was why Sarek often used to take it back in that direction. Although careful to show himself and prevented the peculiarity of which perhaps he secretly was proud, could not help bring the child on the line of thought safer. Not because he did not consider the possibility that maybe, Nature fought so he could order be very fervent and functional, but because they consider, and analyzing the situation, saw only a soul wounded by conflict. It was therefore necessary to balance this power play.
Spock could not understand this. But this did not request clarification. On the contrary. It imposed a stubborn silence, and automatically the father was forced to join it with resignation.
Spock had taken refuge in a hatred so thin that sometimes lead to a genuine intolerance, and others in a hostile provocation, sometimes indeed in grave silence. So they lived eternally misunderstood and misinterpreted. He
found a way to assert his presence real and total, because, somehow, Spock had become convinced that the only way to appear was that of adverse stubbornness. If you did not make his father proud, at least he would be remembered for the disappointment.
Yet such was praised for its obvious and innate ability. His was a remarkable mind, and led his commendable.
But for all that the father seems to be nothing 'but a duty to perform, which is necessary to fill a defect. Do not be complimented for their achievements because there was too much to do yet. It is justified to argue that such a finding would have undermined the will of the boy through the reductive demarcation of "good", because through such a restriction, he would have thought to have reached a goal that does not exist, as a result of his conduct would have suffered considerably, and would constitute a damaging lie down. Some appreciation for him were harmful, but how could an assessment be harmful? Evidently
Sarek could not help but point out that his natural disadvantage and could not spoil ...
Why the mind of his father always had to be so one-sided and not embraced all-your-set and its variables? She spoke of prospects, but he could not take her child out the right one!
could not understand this, therefore he had nothing to do but feed her impatience.
So I might as well show how far he could get his bad nature!

remember one day, however, where Sarek dialogue with his whole person. He felt this clearly in his words, and feeling finally called into action in its entirety, listened in reverential silence.


"Look, Spock"
told him one day, and he obeyed.
"Consider the possibility that this surface water constitutes the plane of logic, the balance of the mind in its stillness. Now, say another hypothesis, that this stone is instead the product of your senses and the means through which your emotions are acting. "Sarek
threw the stone into the water. Spock followed the trajectory and could not help but get lost in that confusion that arose. The father invited him to observe carefully the turbulence, and when everything calmed down returned to discuss both.
"How could you see, if we consider this case, just a nothing to destabilize their control. "
" I can not grasp the gravity, the Father ... it's just a matter of seconds before it all comes back regularly. The water has stopped its movement on the other hand. "
" Sure, but how to manage those seconds? "
" ... I'm just seconds ... "
" They could be fatal. Because it is in those seconds, which is subject to chaos, then vanishes primitive thought. "


His father had turned him with disconcerting frankness. He made a speech and had involved all its reality, even in its sensitivity. And Spock was left surprised.
failed with alarming simplicity in restoring order in his mind and to eradicate most of his methodical doubt.
event was certainly a pleasant and unusual rather than unique. Of unique events if they live constantly in life, but the rarity is always an unknown unexpected, an independent variable.
But there were so many things now that they had cracked their relationship, certain events which if not passed unnoticed, at least one faded front of stubborn pride that dominated the depths of their souls distressed. Spock did not give up its stubbornness, but certainly had weakened many bad thoughts that resurface every so cruel.

His mother often used to scold him when he was allowed to express an opinion in this regard his father. Warned him silently with his human eyes, but then tried to quiet his mind with thoughts offended significant as when he revealed his hatred of Sarek and all the thoughts that were going to justify hostility, then she gave us first to dispel the shadows in his mind, explaining that not Sarek had never considered the limit, but the "function" and that is why, in your opinion, certain assumptions were totally inadequate, because his father wanted only that her whole nature would become functional for the knowledge and experience not an impediment. This in part was beginning to understand, but now that feeling was so ingrained in him, he did not know how to treat it. Then Amanda, still noting the skepticism in the eyes of Spock, also added that if it was to hate her father might as well do it right!. But how could the hate be good? Only a short time later he realized that that kind of statement about the Earth is called "Irony", but through this particular form of discourse, Amanda just wanted to point out - in a highly-effective as those thoughts were of unquestionable and ridiculous light, and how they were just a childish tantrum.
Despite the cruelty of his words, his mother would continue to discuss the matter, and his humanity was so beneficial, that his words were like balm.

"How can I hate to be constructive, then?"
"Hatred is not in itself but what it represents is what that serves your purpose. If you know this, then delete it. Your father, inadvertently, in the end you did a great gift, has allowed you to discover and experience something terribly human ... "
" I should be grateful to my father for that? "
" I'm just saying knowledge is the antechamber of serenity. If you're willing to explore all aspects of your person, because then you preclude those of your father? You should take him to the Good. "
" It 's a difficult question. "
" It' s very simple however, Spock. Each of us has something to offer. Get Sarek. Sappi to take from him what is good and discard the rest. "


was somewhat confused, but the reasoning was a unique and interesting perspective that involved a point of view that the end was not even find new meaning in his utilitarian. So just delete the bad and the good filter. Gradually he realized how the two a priori definitions were so inconclusive because humanly relativistic, however, and how, likewise, establish points in the new field of consciousness and constitutes for them to be treated as and evaluate properly in its context, especially because through this pragmatism, many things appeared in a new light. Amanda then gave us to clarify that the discussion which had seen shedding light on the good to which she referred. Indeed, in her words as well as illuminating Sarek were even sentimental! And that was something for her that "Long said," But what, precisely this Spock could not figure it out.
However, despite the words of Amanda add cardinal points in his thoughts, he still did not know how to extricate himself still in that space, although it had actually established an overall vision, now remained nothing more than experience points with those criteria, but still could not quite understand how to project properly and therefore as a unified method, each point to create an awareness that could balance the Parties. The lines of thought, or rather, the rays, since they each had its place of origin, were projected to nature as the Infinite or the Absolute, in most cases, however, meeting stopped consolidating other points of real ideas. It came to mind so much to a point where everything seems to be defined and stable. Yet something in his consciousness was stirring ...
Thinking about what you have learned, he faced an assumption incomplete
if logic was the antechamber of wisdom and knowledge of the antechamber of serenity, and neither was therefore a culmination of both, then seemed an obvious lack of a third party, that in theory, would in itself concluded the Whole. He felt something stir
only parallel to the plane of consciousness that Royal had gone over time more and more consolidated into a unified system of thought and colorless.

came a day, however, that, forget all the colors, he found himself having to have to do. His mother insisted on showing how humanity had been evolving over time, and like any empirical experience traveling in parallel with every sensory experience and how they were fitting in the art, however, it had led him into direct contact with various frameworks .
There, in front of one of them, he felt called into action again in its entirety, and they resented. I do not understand why, but something seemed to offend him.
It was a work of unquestionable neo-classical beauty, but Spock was watching it and discussing it with a relentless criticism be deeply felt in his own way.

"What about Spock?"
"The level of composition of this work is extremely significant, however, I find that the heat of the pictorial jar with the rigor of statues of the subjects depicted ... is certainly an effective combination, but it's a penalty ... so discordant. "
" You say? So I find this unnatural? "
" E 'undeniably unnatural. "
A smile that he knew of a proven truth, there was road on the face of Amanda.
"It must be a familiar feeling for you ..."
"I do not understand what you mean, mother ..."
"I mean, Spock ... the Sensitive should not be ignored."


The Neoclassical work was a work of transition. Anachronism in his research, in its need to balance suppression, she was boasting that he exhumed the Beauty and absolute calm and renewed it. What he did not know is that in those years, those deluded strokes, it was consolidating a new force. And so those pictures were being slowly dyeing of something very natural and primitive. Simply the work begins to vibrate with a new, yet ancient force sensitive and warm that it could not be ignored, because time and Nature claimed the same.
More or less, with this, Amanda wanted to point out that the third party that was missing was not sought out because they had experienced, and thus knew perfectly. Only he had brought to silence.
In that context it was moving into practice all that Spock was consuming. And he was eating, what he was more firm in logic.
And what he wanted to keep under his control "Form", could not long ignore the colors of his humanity. Then

not taken into consideration the words of his mother, greeted them with kindness, but could not give them too much space. So

led his life with an awareness unfinished until, in the infinite field of Consciousness They did not appear.
through them, he was rediscovered, and then suddenly came to define the affine plane within the limits of which were beginning to experience all the nuances of feeling and logic renewed.
James T. Kirk and Leonard "Bones" McCoy points were initially primitive, unique and independent in a common space, but soon became two essential points through which-considering the just passed a point-circle shape in a short time their circle.
The common space of their experiences, the two-way path to resolution.

And so, one could almost say, that together constitute the most sensitive of its geometry.

"Over there ... where all the questions cease to act."




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Sunday, January 2, 2011

Shiny Pokemon Minimal Backrounds

おやすみ

Hurrah! I posted my first fanficcia! = 3 happy I am! Of course in Italian otherwise came out a disgusting !-.-'' Well ... Actually I did not want to post it so I do not know how to put it in your link !^^'' are denied, I know! lol if someone kindly loooong, could be taught how to function in this goat was missing, he would be grateful loooong !^^''
anyway sooner or later translate into English, so at least people will read it! ^ W ^

Title: おやすみ
Pairing: MIYAVIxKai
Raiting: Pg15
Introduction: It goes to the car. Walk, walk only. Do not you think, does not react to anything, he walks. Tears do not fall, his heart is not in a vise tightens deadly, everything is quiet. Only his lips move. Whisper something, but you can not understand the content. Everything is silent, only faint whisper that grows in the dark of night without reaching its listener.
Genre: one-shot, AU
Disclaimer: The characters in this story does not belong to me (unfortunately xPnda) and the facts narrated are purely a figment of my sick mind lol
Notes: oh well, there is nothing to say! U_U probably read two people on the cross, but no matter. I do not mind. It took me too to write it, I know, but it's my favorite pairing and I could not write one! Happy reading!
Pon - chan! = 3


おやすみ
(Oyasumi)

The night had also been torn the smallest bit of light, only the lights continued to illuminate the streets deserted. The giant concrete buildings towered in the center of the city, cold as death. Not even the wind dared to move sheets of paper and cardboard cups of Starbucks attributed to the curbside. Nothing was moving, it was as if everything had fallen into an eternal sleep. A machine that shoots at a speed excessive cross the highway with their lights off. The bright red paint is illuminated by lanterns twinkling in the night so sad. The wheels roll on the asphalt without brake, crazy, out of control. From the dirty windows of the car you can see the curved shape of the driver: multi-colored hair, unnecessary sunglasses, pierced lower lip cruelly tortured by the teeth, pearls, ringed hands, clothes and blacks are too light for the climate of that period. E 'terribly shaken, not remain stationary even while driving. It moves constantly, moving the head shot to the right and left as if looking for something. The car slips on a large bridge that connects two ends of the city separated by a wide road. His agitation increased, as can be seen from start to beat his foot nervously. His eyes bounce from one side of the road from the lip begins to fall slightly trickle of blood. Licks frantically, almost without thinking. Nails suddenly causing a terrifying screech that is lost quickly in silence. Opens the door wide open and starts running forgetting. Now that has fallen is also known to its considerable height, accentuated by the physicist too thin. The long legs move mechanically, as if they were able to stop or they would not do it. Increase the speed of the race. Shouting something, but the lack of wind prevents you from understanding the content. Screams again, louder. Raise one arm as if to attract someone's attention. On his face is delineated an expression of pure terror. Stops just in front of a shadow. He is standing on the bridge-rail-highway and see the track remain impassive beneath her. In truth it is a boy, his size, though tiny, is male. He smiles bitterly when he saw the other guy standing on the sidewalk a few inches from him, you come .- The other says nothing, simply remove the huge dark sunglasses showing two bright eyes-on, no ; need to cry. You'll be fine as long as we together .- His smile widens further by creating dimples on the sides of his mouth. Neither does anything. I am still and look at each other as enchanted "Why?" - The young man on the parapet is not responding, still looking sad. In his eyes there is something strange and inhuman. Behind the veil of sadness you can see something else, something deep, monstrous. It 's like a slight glimmer of madness invaded the creature from the deep. Although it seems that the feeling is real evidence that, in his eyes there un'inespressività disarming. Behind a veneer of humanity that does not belong to slip between the hidden ways of his soul by observing what happens with sarcastic contempt. We joke about what happens outside without ever showing, defending himself with what he finds. Now, facing the other guy, seems troubled by a desire to be. Longs to come out and give vent to their innermost desires. Something holds it, still the predominant reason rejects the determination of the deepest depths, knowing that going into meltdown ... Miyavi-Taka-chan, please ... - does not finish the sentence. The lips are still bent into a smile bathed in warm salty tears. He turns to look the heavy black sky as if seized by a sudden flashback - Do you remember? Always look on the sky covered with stars having made love. You love lost in that world so far and I love watching you. His face was pleasantly absorbed in some kind of thoughts and smiles a little without even noticing. At such times the temptation to kiss was nothing short of overwhelming, but I was always afraid to wake from that dream with open eyes and ruin that magnificent vision. So I just held me and to enjoy your every single detail until you turn to me and kissed me gently on the forehead .- More tears fall from the eyes of Miyavi trying in vain to fight back. He steps toward the other guy, but was stopped by a gesture of the hand-Get away ... please. - Miyavi crashes - you know, sometimes I stop to think where it will end all this. I mean ... ... .- leave again after the sentence suspended. Silence falls between the two like a cold stone. Miyavi looks at him again for a second before getting on the ledge-What are you doing? So you risk falling .- The other guy is fast approaching to him and grabs him by the arm trying to get it down-you also risk falling .- They are the first words the young pronunciation. They are loving, full of sadness, full of memories and regrets. Landings and approaches the lower face on him. She stroked his cheek with cold hands and stiff before laying the blue lips on his Uke-Yutaka ... ... I ... I ... I love-His whisper is broken by each small laid on the rosy lips to kiss Kai. The languages come into contact in a desperate dance hot. Both can not hold back tears that go to make new salty kiss already so bitter. Last. We did not even give doverselo so soon. They knew that sooner or later would have had to do it, but deep both hoping to avoid. Kai clings desperately to the back of Miyavi, and hold the dark cloth of the shirt between long fingers pressing on my lips even more than the lover. He completely adheres to the two bodies greedily savoring every sensation resulted from that contact. That momentary heat, sweet, enveloping and reassuring is interrupted. Comes off almost imperceptible smile for a second and disappears under concrete cornice. Miyavi does not lower his gaze, only the sound of impact with the asphalt thundering in his ears. Down from the ledge with a slight hop. Do not head towards the car. Walk, walk only. Do not you think, does not react to anything, he walks. Tears do not fall, his heart is not in a vise tightens deadly, everything is quiet. Only his lips move. Whisper something, but you can not understand the content. Everything is silent, only faint whisper that grows in the dark of night without reaching its listener.


Arigatou for reading,

Pon
- chan!