Thursday, August 30, 2007

Make Your Own Tech Deck Online



swear not to bite more '. No more '. I swear. You should not swear to him. So much more 'then you should not swear if you're not sure to keep the oath. What are you doing sin twice.
How do I make sure I really do not morsichero 'never again'? I do a tattoo on the wrist. Angelina and the Coma 'tattooed not eat that then fat. I write not to bite my neighbor.

I do not know 'cause I did. There would be a lot of real reasons and circumstances. Like, I wanted the key, I was angry, it was a joke, I thought I would just as soon bite the shoulder and then let go of his hand accordingly. The truth 'is that as sometimes happens to me, the neurons are disconnected and instead of saying the usual monata, I planted a bite. Blindly. And I did bleed. Let's say the worst and 'that its bleeding and then looked at me like looking at a gorgon or infuriated the anti-Christ or the telecom bill.

also try to give rationales does not make sense. And I no longer 'morsicai 12 when the bully who harassed my brother and he too ends' to bleed. But let's say that in that context, recreation, in that age ', in that social substrate - as they say there was in Tuscany. The bite was there.
A 33 years' hard to place. I feel like shit. Really.

Monday, August 27, 2007

Steam Cleaners For Sale



It also ends this August. I took nine to the argument and I feel very happy. It 's not only that my nine, unfortunately, or fortunately. But I say that if Marc made us go over to the International Financial Sciences (shit, come on, it sounds good) to the sound of explanations about the meaning of equations and inequalities, he should get out. With programming

phython superfine I also pulled out.

Oh, by the way, Marcel, if you read this page as nine gave it to me too 'cause I did the analysis with ANOVA tables
rocking' a nzomma Analysis of variance with the null Hypotesis written very well (say, a Times New Roman 12) and obviously proved false applause in general. I also put in your book bibliography of statistics. Did you see that I got it!

I understand!
I understand!

Now that I just graduated back in real life. Leave for Moscow and 'suddenly made more' difficult. I have no hand in anything but the security of a place to be offered by Roni. Also ironically, now that no longer looks' nothing in Amsterdam, they are looking for me.

I spent last spring to send tens of HP, but I say dozens? Twenties, hundreds of CV sweep for all of Holland begging for a job that had Finance & Russia with a lowest common denominator. The result was close to absolute zero. The one where the atoms sbarellano and crumble, to be clear.
Now that I'm leaving I contacted two companies that have found my resume online, which specifies that, of course I want to relocate to Moscow, but they still tried to contact me that you never know, maybe I find them interesting offer. Two

enough to work off wheels, but I still do the interview. That the interview I do, I have to lose. But everything is complicated in my head ....

Wednesday, August 1, 2007

Sore Throat Diagnosis More Condition_symptoms



the end return to old habits. Play On The Run by Pink Floyd, I caress the backpack and 'come with me everywhere. Stolen Ten years ago one of my brothers to carry something in Trieste has hitchhiked in England, has made trips to the beach, did Budapest, made all the campaigns in Russia, did those fantastic days to sleep on the beach Riviera Sanremo with Mirco and others. Shortly before his mind gave way and swept away many things from the lives of many people.

Sometimes I think to attack me in a little 'manic things, the shapes of things, the fetishes of things. The backpack, a way of saying, a song, I decided to do my thing, just for the sake of family company.

I reboot On The Run to feel again the part where the sun goes down 'and you run behind him. Then you would not listen leaving no time even to turn and shoot the appeal to the whole volume. A logical conclusion.

Well today 'the day of Pink Floyd and the backpack. I pulled out to go to the grocery store and I thought that he must go among the things to take away. We are in August. In September I leave for Moscow. To search for a job. On the one hand I want to leave many things behind and embrace new ones. I realize that I'm tired of the other to move forward and attack and I do not know where this backpack cock to the point that makes me think that it is a cornerstone of my life. The backpack. Or a song. Written by a group whose soul inspiration was undermined from the madness. Exactly. Although that album he did not take his hand. I think.

In short, the fact remains that I do not know what I want and sometimes I seem to get along without a plan, a plan, a will '. I feel so lonely I and my backpack. That we do not understand anyone. On the Run for the tenth time.