Thursday, November 1, 2007

Proteins For Sale Singapore

Reporting Manrico Mounties

Hold. Impatient, wearying, anxious. Hot lava entering any space, wraps and melts all that dwells in the brain to take place and solidify into a single, hegemonic and dictatorial granite block of thoughts: the derby.

The derby is a lot like the others? The cock. The derby is a match, is a mental condition that lasts at least 2 weeks. The pre is common to both sides, the post is carried by only one, and I know cocks for losers. The post, in case of sensational outcome of the dispute, can extend beyond the normal seven days. Even indefinitely. Even forever.

From kids were playing with supersantos, doors regulations with empirical cross shaft and jackets, that may reach up spit goalkeeper: there were people who drooled him not to raise the bar too. Against a challenge with a third port in order to establish scientific criteria about who is the strongest. When he could to score, rejoicing in the manner of their sample preferred a hoarse voice and fake newsreels of a Sandro Ciotti in raptures for the feat. The most skillful Pizzul a dare.
In the week before the derby racing fury multiplied. Determine who was the better became a necessity. Challenges to burst.
I still remember the glossy pre-derby Davidao reviews on the subject, which, with a dirty sheet in his hand to me: "Do not worry, look at the formations in comparison: for each role ours is stronger than their" Seeing the perplexity that are probably with every muscle of his face, confirmed his theory by ruling: "Why do you think when Fonseca does the one on one in the courtyard of the palace against Matthews does not win?"
"destroys"
"so what? "
Davidao knew: we opened them as a peach.

Returning to this derby. In the office there was no talk of another all week. My children are desperate because my wife excluded the possibility that they could skip school on Monday, in case of defeat. The kids know to be very bad when they take the piss. However they knew that in the case, I would have brought with me in secret, at the park, because also known to be very great evil when they take the piss.
But my expectation was calm, I was quiet. I was sure we would have won this unusual midweek derby. All it took was a look at the sports page on the Republic. Formations. Danielino De Rossi on one side and the other Mudingayi. One on one in the palace courtyard, with Buffon in goal. There is no story: they open like a peach.

Office: 16:59 stampede the turnstiles, 17:01 bales of hay. Traffic unlikely. In the jam feel like a kid crying in the car and the father yells, "we'll never nun! But who made me do de venitte at the foot! But if one should see anna catechism when there ar er derby! "were missing three hours. 20:03

my house, chaos. Ilaria D'Amico joked about Rome and earned a "Whore" collective, we are ... in stereo audio, Caressa epic sbeffeggianti the words sung by the choirs seem to be possessed ottantaduemilaquattrocentocinquantasei stacked in my bathroom with the door open. Beautiful and incomprehensible our choreography, with the yellow duck, perhaps should there be a red one next to it, but it is beautiful, dream-like, straight out of a Tim Burton film and it's done really well, that also has a facial expression, to say everything is a bit 'disturbing because ... ...
Sticazzi Tim Burton, has Rocchi scored. Behold, I knew: a goal after 10 minutes, we split, that sucks. There is little to do, they are the first team in the capital. 07:03

Sunday, October 28, 2007

Delta Dental Ppo Vs Aetna Dmo

Reporting Bruno Garella

the illusion of rest. point when the alarm I know that those three minutes will not change anything, but I can not give. I have to get up. It's cold outside. One minute. No, I go back to sleep. Breathe in, breathe out under the covers, the last warm breath on the body: ready, steady, go.

Tile cold wet socks piss bidet armpits corridor kitchen gas coffee milk teeth corridor bathroom gas drops pants shirt jacket shirt tie trousers room coat room corridor entrance hall dick hall portfolio fuck room entrance hall entrance hall phone porcalatroia hall clock room corridor door keys ingressochiavi: 7.59 elevator door stairs fucking busy road way traffic bardelleguardie moms dad left Nobilior school children walking trolley backpacks walk through donboscoinristrutturazione ohattento viaAMPIOflaviano (but that is a broad name?) camminopiuveloce cazzoètardi tobacconist duebigliettigrazie Giulioagricola money (I think the farmer Giulius) obliterates smile aproilgiornale furiocamillo ariaviziata read read read Manzoni (think big beefs) terms paperagialla cambiometro pyramid read read read read eurfermi cazzoèlamia go down a path now mcdonald bigmacnoncistarebbemale pig badge
8:59
an exact time, it is as if a man had paid specifically studied this route with a fucking clock. Just repeat the same actions every morning, and yet this morning ... there is an 'unusual image that continues to harbor in my head, a detail that does not come back ... .. I have eaten too many drops in the milk ... (yes, because those cookies certainly contain 'Another small doses of drugs, then you can not stop, and eat too much and you are hallucinating. Yes, it must be so, perhaps the Pavesi is a branch of the CIA or the FBI, so, in fact, the last When I ate Pavesini, ok, no it did not happen nothing but ...) but I could swear to have seen ... but no, I'm stressed, but it is not work-related stress, no. They stressed that the bombing subisco by advertising ... those who always repeat the same times, like Fiona May, which is eating the "Slice milk" in Larissa, a snack "bela cool" that has haunted me all summer "and those who stop now?" May God watch over my responses to that question.
And then: me that yellow thing I have seen her in an advertisement, while making breakfast, and cookies have taken hallucinogens in that frame el'hanno placed randomly within my usual, planned monotonous, predictable, timed morning ...

Reporting Bruno Garella, used

Friday, October 26, 2007

Burping And Stomach Flu

Report # 002

Oh Quack,
I fear that the mission has already been a hiccup. During the period of time that the inhabitants of the boot-shaped land use called the "morning", I was placed in a place where the land is concentrated in large quantities. The site is located some spatial units aldisotto surface crust, and access for individuals undergoing a fleeting rite.
combine with the entities that I plan to decode better in the next report, we fit a prosthesis removed from their bodies, and entities decide whether grant approval or not for the descent. I have no reason to think that the prosthesis inserted contains the biometric demonstrating the ability to have access without physical damage to the habitat below, which differs considerably from that surface. The sudden change in temperature is noticeable, and air quality suffers difference I have got to be perceived as unpleasant by individuals. This is an increase in the variation of the flow control quantity of a given particle increases in proportion to the descent. I decoded an individual rifersi to it as "stench of sweat," I have to make sure that the name is associated with air quality.
Once off, the individuals are within the area bounded by a vacuum and maintain the standing position. They parked in this position without establishing forms of communication with fellow human beings. While others opt for a solution that distributes the body weight on the supports. I have reason to think that it is a division due to the concept (already enormous depth Duck Yellow # 117 located in the region called "India") caste.
Within minutes I was able to attend to possible conflict for the allocation of platforms, averted with the intervention of the elders of the group, according to the social mechanisms that I plan to deepen, in 92% of the cases observed by me resolve the conflict themselves occupying the platform.
While trying to understand the functionality of that place, an event that altered the course of events. A large object crashed into empty space: the object contained a number of individuals placed in a small space. Once aground, some cracks have opened, and upon the withdrawal of some people I have seen a dramatic worsening in air quality due to the already mentioned concept of the "stench of sweat." A fixed percentage of the gliding surface of the object is made of a transparent material, I was able to monitor some areas of the interior of the object: the individuals seemed to suffer, I have no reason to think that to go below the crust in order to enter the object gliding is not an arbitrary choice. The incident to which I rifierivo opening in the relationship happened at this juncture: I fear that a slip of individuals within the object is able to see me. I know that during training we were advised on the possibility of brief moments of failure of transparency, but if this had happened during my first investigation could jeopardize the entire mission. The individual was partially covered by a surface rectangular light material, I have reason to think that it is a form of protection standards. I had already seen several people monitor the flow and underground access to the defense suddenly behind the rectangular surface similar to the vision of others.
could be a shield, so the holders of the same could compose an army. E 'plausible to me that the individual who appears to be the leader of the army in question.
I fear for my safety.
Quack is good, Quack and large, Quack splits.
EPG # 22

Thursday, October 25, 2007

Plat Teckdecks Online

test communication

Oh Quack,
as planned, on 25 October we arrived, we placed. Apparently none noticed our presence. Each has its place, I landed on the piece of land shaped like a boot, as agreed. Just carpirò the first news on the site will give prompt notice.
Quack is good, Quack and large, Quack splits.