I know it is a tad late, and that this entry should be accompanied by gifts for everyone but .... xD I'm terrible, anyway I do not stay quiet to wish everyone a happy holiday , and a happy new year ! and enjoy, which is three days.
And bring to you these three gifts wrapped in
^ ^ Kisses and hugs!
-East ... Yes, I know Dad ... "But you saw the newspaper? 
- If m'ijo! Lap fearlooks to be the hero that leads to a world!
"But Dad ... Says there raided the premises of LyFC ... What is that?
- So what else is going to mean?! That now we stole the victory by refereeing decisions ... We will be champions! -...
This happened in the early hours of Saturday, when Mexico was still intoxicated by the overwhelming victory over the mighty, the powerful selection Salvador.
finally gave Calderon a coup for the privatization of energy. He did, and not through the "laws" or by way of the "negotiation" ... No, has finally taken the facilities Luz y Fuerza del Centro, saying it is somewhat irrelevant and stale ... It's funny, because many of the governmental structure est
Comment to this post and I will Give You 5 Subjects / Things I associate with you. Then post this in your LJ and Elaborate on the Subjects Given
With the above understood and well analyzed, I am about to write about the topics that my good friend has given me ... Nale I must say that two are expected, one that has me somewhat perplexed as well ... A couple that show what we can be geeks ...
Soccer
I've never been a big fan of the sport of kicking. Possiblya, was very difficult to enjoy a game. The last team that I was, ironically (given my roots and white cherries, educationally speaking) were
Pumas UNAM. The team
not remember who directed (at that level am fan) between seasons 96 and 98 (just remember to Cristian Domizi out there and Braulio Luna in the team) was that I did because I liked Masy enjoy some of the first championship with Hugo Sanchez managed to control, but by the beginning of this decade.
the next season, the team stopped RIEF ... I began to see some of the egolatra & eacute; n did his thing, and even with some regret, I agree that the Power Rangers did their own, imagining what it would be a figure that could change positions to take another completely different way, without to remove parts or add more.
later, I received as gifts to the school year or for good behavior, the Dragon Shiryu (2nd frame), Deathmask, a Kanon (Pirathon, of course), and a Scylla Io Siren Sorrento, which, incidentally, I see with eyes of affection because I bought at 100 pesos (uh, 100 dollars) a former head of my father gave me as a reward for winning a contest Knowledge ... That is the only remaining full and free of loose, well kept in its box.
In the case of cousins, I like them, unlike me, they could ask and ask and ask their fathers at will and without any brakes. So, I saw much paradesomething new ... Some discounted prices convention became a vent to my desire to have things, obviously, not having much money as discontinued series, I had been wanting to have ...
When they started dating line figures Myth Cloth figures of high quality vi ... Nothing to do with Vintage, since these things were almost sculpted, but retaining the idea of devising a guardian of the holy star ... Interchangeable hair, wristbands and other things that made the figures as I have always wanted, but could never get. Another thing
revived of late thanks to Hollywood were the Transformers ... The figures do not look anything like the predecessors, but the Voyager and Leader Class issues were simply majestic ... My passion for the transformers was reborn when I saw the Megatron from the first film in a cupboard ... But the price put me off immediately, since I did not like to buy ... My girlfriend gave me that figure as a gift in advance of birthdays, Christmas and almost almost 14 February ... But I would not carry something that looked like an expense for him ... Thing that I regretted when I went back to buy it and I could not find ... As can be read byess ... Transformers, with the output of the second movie, and I came to other purchases and 8 extras are my coleccióny see at least 3 more in my future ... Dragons McFarlane Collection are also high quality, but I can not find it cheaper than say. I think I like them a day in my house (as it will be possible when you live alone) into a kind of study or special room where they can be displayed in dioramas tailored ... At least now I have a great idea for the myths that I purchased, although it requires some space and planning ... What I am sure of is that these figures will not have & aacute, n the same purpose that I had before (with loose or missing parts) because now I value more than ever ... I bought them with my own money (algunas. .. hehe ... others have been gifts) and take care of what they are: Figures collection.
Medicine (as a career and profession)
This is the question I fell more in the bag of weird ... My good Nale Why do you think I studied medicine, and moreover, what gave you the idea that I exercise? Hehehe ... I suppose the fact to say that assisdo technology. Yes, I have to ensure to an outcome or a solution if the team fails, but fortunately they are things that can be avoided if we do maintenance on time ...
What I can say is that a lot of respect for doctors to accept that burden so heavy ... Almost as much as I hate it sometimes feel that they know everything ... And if you do not know what they invent. The excessive respect for work shifts that sometimes can do, but I hate when I know that sometimes put patients to surgery without a clear idea whether they will find something even, which only makes them swell their pockets at the expense of patient ... Also, here is something interesting that where I work, the doctors do not buyNDAN or a pinch (and certainly do not want or intend never understood ways) of how a machine or device ... So when you say where is the error they report, they think they want to make it look like fools (which some actually are) or want to teach them to do their job.
I guess the fact so many years of study leads them to feel omniscient gods or ... There are none of those things ... Say that the relationship with doctors is mutual (and sometimes not so much from them to us) respect ...
CHTMamp; aacute; s or less than those seen in the U.S. on Saturday morning.
As we all know, those animations were characterized by serialized stories (chapters that are rarely connected to each other, and little events that influenced the development of a future history) as that continuity was not something I had to take into account. This meant episodes you entertained for half an hour and that was not bad, but it was entertainment for children (which I'm not complaining, I'm still a fan of some cartoons of yesteryear)
drawings began to get very sharp features in the late 80 (clear, there was before, but to some extent went "unnoticed" in these characteristics) and early 90: Eyes large, expressive stories that followed one another from one chapter to another, blood or clear indications of violence more explicit and a drawing style that had not been seen before.
These stories, more than just entertain for half an hour, we introduced into a world completelydifferent, in which each chapter will provide part of a story that unfolded over the months. That, in fact, part (well, obviously, aesthetics) that attracted me to anime, which had many chapters that do not had the same thing or not resorted ; an clichés each chapter in order to entertain and each character had an excellent background you'd know little by little. It was more mature, more than a glib story (of course there are exceptions on both sides, as well as sublime works, as works terrible)
Ace and hours of entertainment and alienation, and appoint each of them would be almost impossible in this space.
I can dwell much with this ... I just want to say that just for me to watch anime, not a lifestyle or anything, and will not be around to cosplayer left and right, but boy does it form part of my life and I think that maybe someday I'll be talking to my children about the things I saw, forthey, as I did with my dad, I say something like "But ... okay crappy that thing you saw"
Who this mythical imagining the scene of an archaeologist cleaning brush in hand and a piece of amphora, which immediately discard. I have blisters and bruises throughout the body. And I think it had worked so hard in my fucking life.
When the day is dumb ....
ago good for the first time in weeks. Should be on the beach with a good book, tower to Solet, while listening to music on my MP4 and I see the guys play good football in the sand ... But instead I stayed home frika ... ¬ ¬
As a good geek, I have been given to the frikitest . long time since I did not, and my results are on the rise (do not know if that's good or bad). I was given, 32% ie GEEK TOTAp, ¬ ¬
16 -
of having hurt someone's feelings
: I think guilty.
17 - of reading thousands of books, sagas, 500 sheets : Very, very guilty: P
Had I fallen in love with an / a
impossible: Buff, extremely guilty. 19 - Had loved my neighbor to: Not guilty (because I never had a decent if not ..: P)
20 - Had like 2 girls and boys who were brothers : Joee guilty: 3
21 - Of Having A crush on someone of your primary course : Guilty (my first boyfriend, who potitoooo xD)
22 - Of Having A crush on someone of your course of s
Who?
For you, Hermione. Because if you do not, nobody will. If you do not pretend that all is wellmp; eacute; crazy.
- Harry, I'll get something to eat
My friend does not answer, is again looking dumbfounded this bloody thing, that awful locket that is going to be crazy at all. He insults our intelligence, especially mine. It is assumed that it would have given an answer to their frustrating mystery, something where to start, a track, a sign, something.
But my brain refuses to work, seems to have stopped, you still have all the skills but no longer has the agility before.
And I know why.
Forest walk with indifference, do not even bother to check if these mushrooms are edible. Surely not. Since yesterday combed the entire area, it is assumed that we should have gone longer, but where? We have no direction. I do not want to acknowledge in front of them but reallyinsert them in my head. It hurts. And the next thing that comes to mind is Hogwarts, my dear castle, and I recall with such clarity that even I could touch it.
perceptible feel your old and damp smell, I hear the echo of footsteps in the lonely corridors, the sound of rain drumming on the worn glass, the cries of Peeves, severe reprimand of Professor McGonagall. The angry eyes of Filch, the caretaker, yes, even to miss him.
But most of all I remind él.
I shudder. I can not help it, really do not want help. I feel disgustingly guilty but I need to remember. His image in my head is all I have left. All I remember really happened. That there was a time I shared something more than words with which the murderer would be our beloved Albus Dumbledore.
That there was a time when you wanted
Do you want? Or do you want? I close my eyes and cover my face with both hands, choking back a sob. I can not live with this. It hurts my heart, poisons the soul.
But his memory ... so clear in my head that is too real. I especially remember one day. I resign myself and let myself fall on the wet grass. I yield to the desire to immerse myself in my thoughts. And my mind rescues a special day. One cold November evening ...
- Hermione! Hermione wait!
not want to hear anything else, that's enough for today. Ronald Weasley is stupid to not do anything right. Damn, that had to be so hopelessly airhead.
And then Harry, do not know who is worse. He also learns nothing. I do not blame the course. But at this momentto feel very angry with them. I would like to slap them both to have if smart. I run through the halls. Stifling his tears with his hand, yet I mourn, not until you are well hidden.
CHTML
I geek, and I love
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Because we were the only movies we laughed when the tension around the room breathed
Because 2 .- only we understood our Conas
3 .- For the cinema medium wanted us out of there today
4 .- hysterical because we embraced certain scenes from the movie (long-awaited scenes that make decent Yates )
5 .- Because in reality we saw what we wanted to see, and you will understand why any fan / Ficker / HP fics reader to have certainor while moving through FF.net (cofDarrycof)
6 .- Because we enjoy as girls until the end
And much more, but it would be a very long list, and I'm sure tinta_china ; be responsible for completing everything that I have left in the inkwell.
's go to the movie. I will be brief, since I have little time and they do not want to put any spoiler. In short I have have respect, I think it's a lot better than the fifth, and that is better adapted to quite a difference. I must admit I was scared shitless when the lights are out, and the screen is illuminated, giving pas
you finished he would never accept that you may want as you wish. She lost that ability long ago. But I'll let you settle for closer, that open the doors of his self-imposed wall and let you sneak inno longer bother him anymore. But as abruptly, and without giving you time to react, he kisses you. Forcefully, almost angrily, yet with surprising sweetness, imparting his lips against yours, and making you feel the luckiest woman on earth.
You miss her lips and for the first time in your life, your brain stops, and leaves you floating in a semiconscious state where you are alone you Ely. His lips against yours, you open your mouth shyly. Invading it with his tongue, enzarzándoos the two in a sort of struggle where the only goal is to cease to exist, fundgo to each other.
Slowly, and without any roughness, the intensity of the kiss goes downhill and rozándote once again with his lips he withdraws from you, and you notice something strange with an expression to, but equally imperturbable. As if that kiss had ever been produced.
You on the other hand, bet your own wand at your face at that moment is the height of ridiculous notes you stiff in his hands, still squeeze your arms forcefully prevented ; NDOT fall backwards because your legs for some time now ceased to hold you. Imagine that your eyes open in an expression & OverhaulI n mixing the fright and confusion, can cause an erroneous impression about your reaction, and you hurry to blink hard, trying to reconstruct your face. You soon realize that this has been much more ridiculous. And even you seem to see some fun in her eyes twinkle. And if you knew him so well, I dare to swear that he is suppressing a sort of smile. Suppose something sarcastic, but smile at the end of the day.
You have not recovered from what just happened, when he does something even more surprising. He leans over you, and slowly deposits a soft kiss on your forehead. You closeds eyes, determined to make the most of this unusual start tenderness. Although the ever annoying little voice in your mind tells you that something is any good.
stays there for a while, and you beg for it and stop time so you can stay stuck for eternity. You no longer care about others, or what they may say, you're ready to face anyone, to tell the truth once and for all. To be honest with everyone and especially to sincerarte yourself.
- Hermione ... - you can not avoid startle. He never had called you by name. And unless that voice tfor a few seconds to transfer their stony eyes and reach the truth.
"Goodbye
I look away in silence, not understanding why this has come so goodbye goodbye. Or because the tears invade your eyes and begin to chase down your cheeks freely. Finally, when it disappears from your field of vision, you allow desplomarte on the wet grass. You still have your coat but has long since stopped raining. You wrap it all you can and squeeze his hand hard against your chest, feeling like a kind of anxiety pervades your whole body.
not understand anything. But you know that never again & aacute; sa view.
That night a great man is killed by a Death Eater traitor. The blood, the screams and tears flooded the castle, and Mourning stains the hearts of all students. But you do not know what to feel. You can not talk to anyone. For the first time in your life, your mind does not give you the answers you need.
During the funeral of Albus Dumbledore, Harry's hand squeeze hard, and you cry, you cry because you feel like a hypocrite and a bad person, you cry because you can not help miss him, because you can not think because you ask yourself over and over again trying to tell those dark eyes. Because
auNo dream every night with that kiss, and with that strange statement moves.
cry because you love him, and because you hate him at the same time.
cry because you have promised yourself, do not rest until they died.
And you cry because you know that when he dies, a part of you dies with him ...
Well as this is already too dead, I decided to climb the first of a series of vignettes that I write from time to time, when I get to make my bohemian sitting in one of the squares of Santiago de Compostela. And as I have nothing better to do I devote myself to watch all the characters that populate the streets (which are many, believe me) and imagine a little life.
Well, this is the result:
Title: Street, Cigar Man
Gender: General
RaXC
He gave another puff on his cigar slowly. His name had almost become extinct, but he did not care. Then the flavor was still there, intact. gently picked up his glass and gave him a little sip imported beer he had just brought. Contact was a small, subtle, but the refreshing liquid touched his lips and went down his throat, in an almost imperceptible. staring at the ancient facade of the nineteenth century that stood before him, imposing his stony presence. He sighed and watched languidly & oacute; at his watch again trying to look indifferent. But it was late and his leg had begun to shake in small movements, showing their impatience.
more he leaned on the cane chair, making it squeak. Adopted his usual pose of sufficiency and felt somewhat safer. I did not want for anything when she deigned to appear will meet with a man impatient and anxious. No. First of all dignity. did not want to realize that she had sat there, hours, squeezing the beer as possible and rushing to finish their delicious cigarette. Pride, that forever. No poker &
; Iacute; to realize that dying to have her side. Of her in his arms ... A man walked past him. In your arms carrying a large glass mirror with an ornate wooden frame. Could be seen to perfection for a few seconds. Of course, did not like what he saw. But scared because I thought that was already used to that strange reflection.
He forced himself to acknowledge that he wanted her to come soon. Yes. Needed it. Never said it, and doubted that even now be able to do it but ... I loved her. Waking up this morning and realize that the cupboards were empty and that the house exuded a pungent scent of loneliness felt like all body parts are broken off into pieces and fell to the ground, ringing loudly in his head. Too late he realized that without it he could not breathe.
took another drag on his cigarette. His name gave up thesigh. This time forever. Hopefully it will come soon.
- Excuse me sir, "he said with the best tone he could. Dispatch hated people at the last minute was a tedious task as-knight-hawking, in an attempt to get his attention. Nothing.
put her hand on his shoulder, tried it was just a touch. But man, in a move so fast that hardly had time to blink grabbed his wrist and looked completely unfocused eyes.
- Mary ... - his voice was hoarse, tired. It sounded as if huBiera out of bed a while ago and see the world for the first time in many days. The waitress got rid of his paw firmly, trying not to seem rude. But something about this man that he was concerned and saddened at the same time.
- Excuse me, sir, "he said trying to look as nice as possible. Manager felt eyes on her neck, watching her "You're closing
The man continued to watch with the same blank stare, seemed not to understand his words. The waitress repeated them mentally in his brain, but his English was perfectly correct. As always.
- & ameza lowered even started to walk downhill, heading outside the square. Kept repeating the same words "has been" like trying to convince themselves that if they are read aloud, ache less. The waitress watched him leave and not knowing very well because he felt a great sorrow within.
why she had not come?
subject's chin, gently, and pulled towards you, trying those lips so long longstwo, merging with them. Tastes as if it were the first time.
was surprised to notice the moisture that stained her cheeks. He stopped and stared at her, worried. She smiled through her tears- I thought ... that volveríaa never see you, Legolas He smiled back and pulled her towards yes. Comprehensive. He leaned back and whispered in his ear with a big smile of a child elf. - I'm home, Elora.
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Departures (Departures) of Yojiro Takita
Best Documentary:
Man on the wire of James Mars
Best Animated Film:
Wall-E Andrew Stanton
The curious case of Benjamin Button
Best Makeup: Greg Cannom
The curious case of Benjamin Button
Best Art Direction: Donald Graham Burt
The curious case of Benjamin Button
Best costume design by Michael O'Connor
The Duchess
My personal impressions:
Slumdog I have not seen, as had said. But if a Bollywood film has won despite all the apparatusI Golden Army ... And best special effects should have been for Stan Winston on Iron Man ..
My fault
- Peter?
The young man with black hair and faltering steps, yet elegant, raised the wand above his head. Trying to see beyond the darknessl now from wherever you are!
half expected that his scary friend, startled by the intrusion, he had become a rat and appear at any moment, dragging its feet on the carpet dull.
But a heavy silence was all he received for answer, nor frightened shrieks, and a faint murmur, nothing. There was nobody there.
Then a kind of shock shook the boy's body Animagus, and the pupils of her gray eyes narrowed by the horror that was beginning to invade. If Peter Pettigrew was not there, that could only mean one thing ... that their worst fears rooms & amp; iacute; an confirmed.
He was the spy. Peter had betrayed them.
Just let fear take over your body a split second, a moment longer, then, repressing the cry that rose in her throat, she ran hastily begging all the gods I knew it was not too late.
came to his beloved motorcycle, and lit it with his foot while it was mounted on an agility wasting so far unknown.
left it to go up to a painfully slow for him, and when he could see the buildings at his feet peesperando his visit, he cut out the dead body of his best friend.
James Potter Prongs, his best friend, he was almost like a brother. Now it looked empty and hollow eyes from the ground. Dead.
- No ...!
bowed, or rather crept up to him and shook him by the shoulders, moving like a puppet. It was like a macabre puppet inert.
- No! James!! - The gray-eyed girl groaned drowned. His brain refused to process what their eyes. I could not react beyond the shaking; Foward to recover the notion of reality. It was a crying baby.
- Harry! - It could not be, was there anyone alive in that house?, Perhaps even ...
Lily Hope, what was left up the stairs two by two, rushing into the nursery. He knew the house as the palm of your hand.
He stopped short, and the despair and horror when he again entered the ground, with red hair scattered on the floor, was the inert figure of Lily, the sweet and beautiful Lily.
felt that the few forces that were leaving your body, andor I'm so sorry ...
A slight lispinterrupted his penance, forcing him to direct the light at the foot of the bed half-ruined. She opened her mouth in amazement when he felt two small, watery eyes of a deep emerald green nail their gaze on him. Since I had almost forgotten.
- Harry! - Said closer to the baby and holding it carefully, the little creature back a sob. Sirius spent his free hand by the bright scar, wondering what the hell had happened that night, "Shhh, quiet small, it's me, I'm your godfatherand surprise.
- Sirius Black! What are you doing here?
The young man replied, at that time did not feel strong enough to explain everything, is too painful to think that his friends were dead. Did not want to turn your head and find the lifeless body of Lily, or down the stairs and return to see the body of James. In that time could only contemplate Harry, he saw all he wanted to see.
- This is terrible, "murmured the keeper hoarsely terrible, unfortunately, James and Lily ...
The huge guardian of the land of hogweedarts could not suppress the sobs that came out of the throat, covered her face with a handkerchief the size of a tablecloth.
- What is Hagrid ... - as close as he whispered Sirius, do not know what to say, was as much or more helpless than the little baby she held in her arms were my best friends ... and me ...
- We could not do anything, "said Hagrid blowing snot" I have to take the baby Sirius. Young Black
stared in horror, as if he had said he would start the heart from my chest. Noow can.
said this with a voice full of determination. Hagrid watched his arrogant expression while the child tucked into the folds of his enormous coat and nodded, giving to understand that it took the floor.
- You take my bike, "said a young Hagrid turning, could not look like little Harry away from him. The aforementioned looked at him strangely do not need it now, "Sirius said in a whisper.
Sirius felt a huge void when he heard the deep Hagrid steps descending the stairs and outabout where I wanted to be buried, never talked about it. Really the only time they talked about the death was the day that James, his face somewhat troubled, had asked to be the godfather.
"- If something happened to Lily and me ... - Sirius had noticed that her friend had trouble horrors pronounce the sentence" I feel a lot better if you knew be there to take care of Harry ..
- Sure, buddy, "she had answered him, with his usual casual tone, while pon & iaed only a few meters away from the house and opened a hole in the ground with a flick of his wand. Slowly, he put the bodies of Lily and James, side by side in the makeshift grave. Watched them one last time, and was glad to see that looked serene, as mired in a strange peace.
Then, taking leave of them, did see a huge gray marble stone and placed over them carefully. Thoughtfully, a phrase inscribed on it.
"The last enemy defeated is death"
had no idea where they had emergenceaacute; No secret, only they both knew that Peter had betrayed them, and that it was he who had sold cruelly Voldemort.
No! Should talk to Remus, should talk to him before he also was too late, before your dear friend thought he had killed Lily and James. I could almost see her gentle face troubled in a hideous grimace, looking with his golden eyes filled with disgust and pain. Thinking that he was a murderer ...
last look grave and saying goodbye to his best friend ran away andamp; iacute; an pop out of their sockets. In two strides
came up and cornered him against a lamppost.
- DAMN TRAITOR FOUL!
- Sirius, wait ... do not know, "Wormtail turned against the lamppost trying to find a way out.
- do not know! What I do not know damn bastard! - Young Sirius bellowed out of it, did not mind the whole street were watching them at that time did not care, nothing but anger gnawed inside him, "do not s & amDeath Eater now, I also queríaa James! I was there, but never mind you give to you!
- If you value our friendship really Wormtail, if you were ever really friends with James, I understand why I kill you now, "hissed the young printing contempt in each of his words.
Peter's eyes widened in horror, realizing that this would be his final and the impulsive Black, not atenderíaa reasons. Sirius, was so furious that he saw the magician's wand hidden behind his back, and his eyes now full of determination. CHTML
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I keep laughing, despair, madness. And yet was still laughing when twenty men's ministry reached Ely dragged him to Azkaban.
Because pain can be expressed in many ways and that Sirius had chosen to do so. Without anyone knowing it Sirius Black was expressing his deepest sorrow for the loss of all his friends and all their hopes and dreams.
But they just thought he was crazy.
