Darkness (not a post about online poker).
wait a little while we always hope. I honestly can not remember the memory of people you will ever have spoken well, yet, at that moment you believe that luck will come to kiss you and you'll be one of the few to tell with a smile.
You have accepted it with skepticism, some of you make one, but yours, admit it, is a blandissimo attempt to reverse psychology. Do you think the worst, put your hands forward as if to exorcise the bad luck. Allocco you are. You start to imagine the reasons for which it could andarti well, try to apply the theory "if it gives me so much ... So maybe" and you almost convince them. Immediately you'll be sorry, but it's late, then you jump to avoid falling back and think, however, spend a different evening, after all, meet new people has never hurt anyone.
When you try to be very positive six devoted to romance, you think that love is something unexpected, you believe that you come and knock on the door so even if you, in fact, you've never really tried, even by fax. Once it was different, now there are thousands of ways to discover the face of a person, curious, yield and without the fear of losing the magic of the encounter becomes a sleuth in search of the best truffles. A long shiver runs down my spine But you, you think that having an unwelcome surprise to you immediately get bad and we'll look a thousand ways for you to be a bad cold, better flash a fever, one that only lasts the night would have come out, yet you could not, would know to pull a bin to your friend, you promised and some choices do not change, the favor is returned. But if you find what you enjoy doing the same loser and your mind starts to think that however good a picture coming, after all, is never fully valid and convincing evidence. Then you stop, you decide that the surprise is that buzz that you want to experience once there. Do not you think about it more, at least you decide that it is, by the end nothing is by chance, something will all of this.
you miss it, but you are falling in the hope, you're a cat chasing its tail.
one thing, however, remain firmly convinced that if we go wrong, never in your life. Perhaps it is the second time you say it, the first you are not enough, it is clear, the illusions are the last to die. Decide to take it as a game, but yes come on, have fun, who cares, perhaps leaving an entertaining evening, a beautiful friendship. Just a nice "that sucks" when you begin, well visible on the forehead and over again six to twelve.
last step, you decide categorically give a damn. It does not matter, whatever happens, tomorrow is another day and hear from you about the music of "Gone With the Wind", a breeze that takes away even the hours that separate you from what you do not expect.
The hours before the event are spasmodic, think as misrepresenting the emotions I feel and that will form different expressions on your face. Education wants to control in cases of extreme disappointment, pride, the same thing in exactly the opposite situation.
As you go, your friend tries to reassure her, but speaks more and more you believe that you should prepare for the worst. Not a good sign that grin bastard, is not a good sign with all the information about what you do, where to go and how you behave. You're rubbing, indeed, you have already cheated a week ago. Chicken. You're trapped.
Arriving at your destination to see them both, she looks more await you.
Your friend thinks of his girlfriend and has already stopped talking. They turn around
and your eyes fall on those of the other.
Tomorrow is another day. It 's true.
Monday, November 29, 2010
Friday, November 26, 2010
The Purple Monster From Sesame Street
245
Interior, daytime, evening, office.
We see the display of a mobile phone light up intermittently. We read clearly on the screen "UNKNOWN"
"Hello?"
"Hi, here is the Commissioner for Aurelio. I speak with Mr. Diego Tardani?"
In connection with the mind of the boy: "Oh fines."
"Yes, hello."
"Look here, we have a complaint. Chidere wanted if you were kind enough to pass us by to get some clarification from you?" In connection with
the mind of the boy: "Oh dear me distrained the wasp. But for two fines?"
"Of course yes. But for what. That excuse of speaking?"
"She shows us how likely a person informed of the facts."
"Sorry for what?"
"But she does not know what I would call?"
"No look, usually the police station I have never tried before. What is it?"
"Here, the complaint makes reference to another complaint made in Milan for stealing account Postepay."
"Then I'm not a person informed of the facts. I am the victim!?"
"No. I see a complaint here with her as a likely person Infome facts. It can pass through the police?"
"Sure, absolutely."
"When?"
"Decide you."
"We close at seven."
"I, if all goes well, I should leave not later than six."
"It's OK, see you for half past six p.m..
"Good. Thank you. See you later."
"Ok".
Snap.
In connection with the mind of the boy, "that ends well it was my fault."
few hours later.
Interior, night. Commissioner.
We are in a room four meters by five. Three desks full of papers, a computer for each location. A single inspector. Blacks short hair, black hooded sweatshirt, black t-shirt (deductible: little chromatic fantasy) The Lord, in his forties, he gets up to shake hands with the boy.
"Hello"
"Hello"
"Diego?"
"Yes."
"Well then, maybe I'll have questions so I understand well."
In connection with the mind of the boy. "Please ask me who I was at five in the afternoon of October 20. If you can, indeed, puntami the lamp on the eyes. It 's too waiting for a moment like this."
"I also say"
"Here is a complaint on behalf of xx xx which says it has received a credit on your account, then a collection of everything he had. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Know that xx xx"
"I never heard before. But it's the same thing they inf did it to me .. "is interrupted.
" Yes indeed, someone has removed the money from the lady to credit a new account.
"Yes, I know, it's called fishing. Does anyone first enters into your account, it takes little money to see if it gets caught. When he realizes he have got away, take away everything he had put more than what was there before. "
" That's good, "
" Oh, thank you. They stole the rent money. "Smorfia angry.
" But you made a complaint? "
" Sure! "
" Where? "
" Milan ".
" Why? "
" Because before I lived there, because I was working there. "
" What do you do? "In connection
with the mind of the boy: "Oh no. False witness?"
"I work in an advertising agency." Silence. The inspector writes.
knock on the door.
We see a man in his forties in a blue uniform with the hair.
"Look, we got one. We took him into the other room."
"Who is it?"
"A gypsy. We stopped to Val Cannata. He had stolen in a tobacco shop."
"Ah then stealing?"
"No, no. Robbery. We stuck it out. He's there. He had a fake gun."
"Ah, VOO was to drink?" (Translation: the boy caught will be questioned and the fact now bear his obvious consequence).
"Avoja"
"Okay, I end up here. If arrival."
"No quiet. No problem."
The ladies in uniform walks away. Say hello. Is returned.
Commissioner returns to the boy.
"So you do not know that xx xx"
"No"
"And even that xx xx" (the name is foreign)
In connection from the brain (fantasy) of the boy: "I am in international intrigue. Swindle World . Interpol, FBI, now make me go away with the SWAT ".
"No. Who are they?"
"The second is the one who organized everything. And now he is under investigation."
"Then they took him?".
"Yes."
"What's his name?"
"I can not tell you."
"Excuse me, but it is not one of those two names?"
"Yes."
"Then it xx xx?"
Ehmmmmmm "...... ..... Yes "
" I try facebook "
In connection with the mind (vengeful) of the boy:" Stofigliodi °*@##&"
"E money?. If they know where they are, can ridarmeli? "
"How many were there?"
"245 Euro".
"I do not think."
Finish.
Interior, daytime, evening, office.
We see the display of a mobile phone light up intermittently. We read clearly on the screen "UNKNOWN"
"Hello?"
"Hi, here is the Commissioner for Aurelio. I speak with Mr. Diego Tardani?"
In connection with the mind of the boy: "Oh fines."
"Yes, hello."
"Look here, we have a complaint. Chidere wanted if you were kind enough to pass us by to get some clarification from you?" In connection with
the mind of the boy: "Oh dear me distrained the wasp. But for two fines?"
"Of course yes. But for what. That excuse of speaking?"
"She shows us how likely a person informed of the facts."
"Sorry for what?"
"But she does not know what I would call?"
"No look, usually the police station I have never tried before. What is it?"
"Here, the complaint makes reference to another complaint made in Milan for stealing account Postepay."
"Then I'm not a person informed of the facts. I am the victim!?"
"No. I see a complaint here with her as a likely person Infome facts. It can pass through the police?"
"Sure, absolutely."
"When?"
"Decide you."
"We close at seven."
"I, if all goes well, I should leave not later than six."
"It's OK, see you for half past six p.m..
"Good. Thank you. See you later."
"Ok".
Snap.
In connection with the mind of the boy, "that ends well it was my fault."
few hours later.
Interior, night. Commissioner.
We are in a room four meters by five. Three desks full of papers, a computer for each location. A single inspector. Blacks short hair, black hooded sweatshirt, black t-shirt (deductible: little chromatic fantasy) The Lord, in his forties, he gets up to shake hands with the boy.
"Hello"
"Hello"
"Diego?"
"Yes."
"Well then, maybe I'll have questions so I understand well."
In connection with the mind of the boy. "Please ask me who I was at five in the afternoon of October 20. If you can, indeed, puntami the lamp on the eyes. It 's too waiting for a moment like this."
"I also say"
"Here is a complaint on behalf of xx xx which says it has received a credit on your account, then a collection of everything he had. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Know that xx xx"
"I never heard before. But it's the same thing they inf did it to me .. "is interrupted.
" Yes indeed, someone has removed the money from the lady to credit a new account.
"Yes, I know, it's called fishing. Does anyone first enters into your account, it takes little money to see if it gets caught. When he realizes he have got away, take away everything he had put more than what was there before. "
" That's good, "
" Oh, thank you. They stole the rent money. "Smorfia angry.
" But you made a complaint? "
" Sure! "
" Where? "
" Milan ".
" Why? "
" Because before I lived there, because I was working there. "
" What do you do? "In connection
with the mind of the boy: "Oh no. False witness?"
"I work in an advertising agency." Silence. The inspector writes.
knock on the door.
We see a man in his forties in a blue uniform with the hair.
"Look, we got one. We took him into the other room."
"Who is it?"
"A gypsy. We stopped to Val Cannata. He had stolen in a tobacco shop."
"Ah then stealing?"
"No, no. Robbery. We stuck it out. He's there. He had a fake gun."
"Ah, VOO was to drink?" (Translation: the boy caught will be questioned and the fact now bear his obvious consequence).
"Avoja"
"Okay, I end up here. If arrival."
"No quiet. No problem."
The ladies in uniform walks away. Say hello. Is returned.
Commissioner returns to the boy.
"So you do not know that xx xx"
"No"
"And even that xx xx" (the name is foreign)
In connection from the brain (fantasy) of the boy: "I am in international intrigue. Swindle World . Interpol, FBI, now make me go away with the SWAT ".
"No. Who are they?"
"The second is the one who organized everything. And now he is under investigation."
"Then they took him?".
"Yes."
"What's his name?"
"I can not tell you."
"Excuse me, but it is not one of those two names?"
"Yes."
"Then it xx xx?"
Ehmmmmmm "...... ..... Yes "
" I try facebook "
In connection with the mind (vengeful) of the boy:" Stofigliodi °*@##&"
"E money?. If they know where they are, can ridarmeli? "
"How many were there?"
"245 Euro".
"I do not think."
Finish.
Monday, November 22, 2010
Replacement Parts For Sterilite
50 or more.
The answer to the friendship of the giant digital facebook is coming. Soon the United States, we slightly later be known as Path.
used only Path by mobile shows a concept diametrically opposed to that of the most famous social network.
conceptual basis, how many friends you have on FB? Well, with many of them actually have a real link? Well, you have to choose 50 or more.
Path is different, intimate and personal. Those are your friends, real ones and they do not run the risk of hitting conversations completely useless, snubbing the window or stand, for some reason, the advances of another.
millions of friends who probably knows the problem well.
What we can not avoid Path is the question that will be born in all those who choose to download and then join this new small secret hideout.
We should reconsider the concept, now obsolete, of intimacy. The King of Social
imposing limits could not afford to allaregare the number of "friends" at an exponential rate, even people completely unknown to you.
Perhaps this social-ino will turn into a kind of class staff, one in which there are only friends who really know and the people with whom you really want to talk. Maybe
to make a first selection should think exactly the opposite of how the friendship has been considered Fb:
is no friend to the girl you see at the party to which you want to remove your pants before you even take them off the friendship.
He is no friend of the friend Your friend who might one day get to work where he works.
friend is not the guy you see in the gym two hours a week and that, for some obscure reason, it tells its love story stages.
He is no friend to the director, actor, famous artist, even in your imagination if you know very well.
friend is not your cousin.
not friend your classmate that you do not see the fifth grade, to whom you have not heard from again.
not your friend and your friends are not completely wet tits chick in the profile photo.
friend is not that brand. At least, not yours, at least should not be.
is not your friend, the friend of your friend. Obviously it's up to you to become such. Not here.
is not your friend just because, inevitably, share the open space where you work.
is not your friend just because you met in Sharm, and have spent a week of your life together.
No football team is your friend.
is not your friend when looking smile. Think about how best to call things.
So, to review the way in which a person can or can not be our friend may not be easy. Thinking about it is like having to decide who to save and who not.
Almost like having all in a row, on the edge of the ravine.
bad feelings and thoughts of omnipotence.
The answer to the friendship of the giant digital facebook is coming. Soon the United States, we slightly later be known as Path.
used only Path by mobile shows a concept diametrically opposed to that of the most famous social network.
conceptual basis, how many friends you have on FB? Well, with many of them actually have a real link? Well, you have to choose 50 or more.
Path is different, intimate and personal. Those are your friends, real ones and they do not run the risk of hitting conversations completely useless, snubbing the window or stand, for some reason, the advances of another.
millions of friends who probably knows the problem well.
What we can not avoid Path is the question that will be born in all those who choose to download and then join this new small secret hideout.
We should reconsider the concept, now obsolete, of intimacy. The King of Social
imposing limits could not afford to allaregare the number of "friends" at an exponential rate, even people completely unknown to you.
Perhaps this social-ino will turn into a kind of class staff, one in which there are only friends who really know and the people with whom you really want to talk. Maybe
to make a first selection should think exactly the opposite of how the friendship has been considered Fb:
is no friend to the girl you see at the party to which you want to remove your pants before you even take them off the friendship.
He is no friend of the friend Your friend who might one day get to work where he works.
friend is not the guy you see in the gym two hours a week and that, for some obscure reason, it tells its love story stages.
He is no friend to the director, actor, famous artist, even in your imagination if you know very well.
friend is not your cousin.
not friend your classmate that you do not see the fifth grade, to whom you have not heard from again.
not your friend and your friends are not completely wet tits chick in the profile photo.
friend is not that brand. At least, not yours, at least should not be.
is not your friend, the friend of your friend. Obviously it's up to you to become such. Not here.
is not your friend just because, inevitably, share the open space where you work.
is not your friend just because you met in Sharm, and have spent a week of your life together.
No football team is your friend.
is not your friend when looking smile. Think about how best to call things.
So, to review the way in which a person can or can not be our friend may not be easy. Thinking about it is like having to decide who to save and who not.
Almost like having all in a row, on the edge of the ravine.
bad feelings and thoughts of omnipotence.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Ap Biology Cell Carolina Respiration Lab Answers'
start to the day. Pure thought. Afternoon
There are few things that make you laugh for real. I mean, I mean, they tried many, but there's nothing sadder than a comedian who makes me laugh. Just as a funny guy who tries to snatch a piece of smile. Do you know where, somewhere, someone makes a joke or says something to ride him first, and you have to smile for strength, as if to education, so that does not understand what it deemed an idiot? So, you think, it is the quiet order of things, it is the eternal infinite balance. God, I thought, could feel an itch.
is the reason why some Sometimes it's better or even necessary, to go unnoticed, to avoid war, to prevent the worsening of a situazione.Poi, moreover, is very pleased to discover a jerk without telling the truth, leaving it to continue to believe that the world moves on to the pedals, we still have the club and will soon invent the wheel. Put your heart in peace, the world needs idiots. Are the fuel of civilization.
why I do not like who they say they all of a piece. They are dangerous and dull, and never have doubts. I think it is stupid to say to an idiot who has a brain the size of a pistachio. They think that we must be proud to point out the ass that the whole of humanity and saw that everyone has the finger pointed at him.
In short, there are people who believe in these things, like democracy, professionalism, experience, and are always ready to get the morality and tell it like it is. They are the ones who know everything about them, who prepared the recipes but then eat pizza and chips, who shake their heads and look at you with compassion. Yes, look at you with compassion and you, to keep them happy, make his face , make the naive and stupid. There's nothing better than to see such a "professional", always one of those self-confident, thinking of teaching you something. That imagines itself to be smarter, more intelligent, more greater than you. Because what matters is the "measure" its measure. Just pretending to be small because they think they are immense.
The truth is that the world resembles a pond there are fishermen on the shore and under the fish can not wait to take the bait. Neither fish nor fishermen know exactly which side they are.
Well, now I'm lost. I wanted to say this: it was months since I laughed like crazy. In two afternoons I've looked all over that found in Italian on GEORGE CARLIN. I do not know. Yeah. You can not know everything. I'm late but it took me a while.
Those who can not get heard, make a note of the name. Why The comedy is intelligent and when it is good means that we are in front of the place of thought in its most obvious kind. With George Carlin, then, is much more thought is pure. Carlin because there simply says that under or over the pond is more or less the same thing. Showing the demarcation line. Let's see who can not be the fish and even the fisherman ...
"George Carlin. 40 years of comedy," Back in Town (1996) "and" It's Bad for Ya (2008) "are subtitled in Italian.
There are few things that make you laugh for real. I mean, I mean, they tried many, but there's nothing sadder than a comedian who makes me laugh. Just as a funny guy who tries to snatch a piece of smile. Do you know where, somewhere, someone makes a joke or says something to ride him first, and you have to smile for strength, as if to education, so that does not understand what it deemed an idiot? So, you think, it is the quiet order of things, it is the eternal infinite balance. God, I thought, could feel an itch.
is the reason why some Sometimes it's better or even necessary, to go unnoticed, to avoid war, to prevent the worsening of a situazione.Poi, moreover, is very pleased to discover a jerk without telling the truth, leaving it to continue to believe that the world moves on to the pedals, we still have the club and will soon invent the wheel. Put your heart in peace, the world needs idiots. Are the fuel of civilization.
why I do not like who they say they all of a piece. They are dangerous and dull, and never have doubts. I think it is stupid to say to an idiot who has a brain the size of a pistachio. They think that we must be proud to point out the ass that the whole of humanity and saw that everyone has the finger pointed at him.
In short, there are people who believe in these things, like democracy, professionalism, experience, and are always ready to get the morality and tell it like it is. They are the ones who know everything about them, who prepared the recipes but then eat pizza and chips, who shake their heads and look at you with compassion. Yes, look at you with compassion and you, to keep them happy, make his face , make the naive and stupid. There's nothing better than to see such a "professional", always one of those self-confident, thinking of teaching you something. That imagines itself to be smarter, more intelligent, more greater than you. Because what matters is the "measure" its measure. Just pretending to be small because they think they are immense.
The truth is that the world resembles a pond there are fishermen on the shore and under the fish can not wait to take the bait. Neither fish nor fishermen know exactly which side they are.
Well, now I'm lost. I wanted to say this: it was months since I laughed like crazy. In two afternoons I've looked all over that found in Italian on GEORGE CARLIN. I do not know. Yeah. You can not know everything. I'm late but it took me a while.
Those who can not get heard, make a note of the name. Why The comedy is intelligent and when it is good means that we are in front of the place of thought in its most obvious kind. With George Carlin, then, is much more thought is pure. Carlin because there simply says that under or over the pond is more or less the same thing. Showing the demarcation line. Let's see who can not be the fish and even the fisherman ...
"George Carlin. 40 years of comedy," Back in Town (1996) "and" It's Bad for Ya (2008) "are subtitled in Italian.
Paradoxes, hyperbole, contradictions.
What Are Some Fun Ipod Touch Games
Barometers.
One of the worst things a person can accumulate in one's life experience is. Let us give due credit to avoid surprises, let us give a commendation, a good rating for all the sunshine that has managed to avoid us, for all those crossroads where we have been able to choose the right path, and that, pulling a long sigh of relief , later proved to be the right choice, at least for us, at least in that circumstance. Let's put on the cross
But for all that prevents us, giudichiamola also for what it actually does not allow us to live: the wickedness, improvisation, that buzz that you feel under the skin when we believe, in no uncertain terms, to go where seems dark to take stakes, falling in the mud or just to collect a big challenge.
The more mundane personal example that comes to mind is indisputably linked to the first kiss. Go, take the mood softie.
The first kiss of the shameless author of this blog, much like the monkey who covers his eyes in the horizontal bar, it was completely random, you probably tried but not quite wanted.
Estate in half between second and third grade. It was the period when the "bomber" jacket was the right set to boost commercial el "Aprilia SR" was the scooter without which you would never really been someone. Well, put the hair, the heat of August and we're all there.
I was at a friend's house, hook situation specially created by some of us to get a free pass. The plan was simple, "we bring it there and see what happens. Oh, the first coming in the middle is the coolest."
For my other friends had already happened, so the anxiety was the last to remain strong in those of us who were left behind, the summer was running out, you could not go outside the group, especially for this kind of thing . I was childishly
engaged to a girl smaller than a year, Manuela (which now has assets of a husband and two children in the Annex). She was brunette, cute, blue eyes and a really endless chatter. Often my friends asked me to overcome the embarrassment, kiss her, at least to keep her quiet. I had tried more than once, but the grip in my stomach always won against the desire to experience the sensation of the lips moist. The questions were many, but how? But how do I do with the language? But I have to turn, spin? The mica should I hide? And how the hell breath? Panic, absolutely to conceal.
We get the point. Living room, me, her and three other couples scattered secluded. Soft lighting, two usual crap, so she knew, I knew it was only a matter of moving your neck more than the limit laid down by puberty. I kissed her and everything was in a truly spontaneous accompaniment to fish lips, nasal breathing is not uncomfortable and regular Wheeling language around that of my beautiful. There
staccato, not after what I remember.
return home, led to glory by the group, I had not even won the champions league, I stopped to think. Probababilmente kissed her more to be like others who will and there I was wrong. It was my first kiss, net of smiles, I'd wasted. Nothing and no one could ever give me this opportunity.
The experience gave me a rule: the first time, the real one, it must be with someone you really feel the need. That need.
experience, gained from the reaction that everyone has, or maybe just me, often decide to do one thing rather than another, thinking that our reaction is again the same, already proven in the past. What, however, tells us that it is right to see her so? If time passes and we, perhaps, to change, what that tells us that we do something away from us, actually, it can still be really? The experience forbids us to test us in some way. We prefer to be sure of ourselves more than agree to do something different than we are accustomed to seeing each other? Could this be a speech universally valid? Friendship for example, we believe that for us the concept of giving or receiving of friendship is always the same? We are ready to change their way of thinking give or receive?
And perhaps it is not the same experience that makes us change your mind about things? It seems so.
So if the experiences change diametrically different points of view, actually, what it's use as a barometer?
not you ask me. I am the monkey who is not looking. The upper one.
One of the worst things a person can accumulate in one's life experience is. Let us give due credit to avoid surprises, let us give a commendation, a good rating for all the sunshine that has managed to avoid us, for all those crossroads where we have been able to choose the right path, and that, pulling a long sigh of relief , later proved to be the right choice, at least for us, at least in that circumstance. Let's put on the cross
But for all that prevents us, giudichiamola also for what it actually does not allow us to live: the wickedness, improvisation, that buzz that you feel under the skin when we believe, in no uncertain terms, to go where seems dark to take stakes, falling in the mud or just to collect a big challenge.
The more mundane personal example that comes to mind is indisputably linked to the first kiss. Go, take the mood softie.
The first kiss of the shameless author of this blog, much like the monkey who covers his eyes in the horizontal bar, it was completely random, you probably tried but not quite wanted.
Estate in half between second and third grade. It was the period when the "bomber" jacket was the right set to boost commercial el "Aprilia SR" was the scooter without which you would never really been someone. Well, put the hair, the heat of August and we're all there.
I was at a friend's house, hook situation specially created by some of us to get a free pass. The plan was simple, "we bring it there and see what happens. Oh, the first coming in the middle is the coolest."
For my other friends had already happened, so the anxiety was the last to remain strong in those of us who were left behind, the summer was running out, you could not go outside the group, especially for this kind of thing . I was childishly
engaged to a girl smaller than a year, Manuela (which now has assets of a husband and two children in the Annex). She was brunette, cute, blue eyes and a really endless chatter. Often my friends asked me to overcome the embarrassment, kiss her, at least to keep her quiet. I had tried more than once, but the grip in my stomach always won against the desire to experience the sensation of the lips moist. The questions were many, but how? But how do I do with the language? But I have to turn, spin? The mica should I hide? And how the hell breath? Panic, absolutely to conceal.
We get the point. Living room, me, her and three other couples scattered secluded. Soft lighting, two usual crap, so she knew, I knew it was only a matter of moving your neck more than the limit laid down by puberty. I kissed her and everything was in a truly spontaneous accompaniment to fish lips, nasal breathing is not uncomfortable and regular Wheeling language around that of my beautiful. There
staccato, not after what I remember.
return home, led to glory by the group, I had not even won the champions league, I stopped to think. Probababilmente kissed her more to be like others who will and there I was wrong. It was my first kiss, net of smiles, I'd wasted. Nothing and no one could ever give me this opportunity.
The experience gave me a rule: the first time, the real one, it must be with someone you really feel the need. That need.
experience, gained from the reaction that everyone has, or maybe just me, often decide to do one thing rather than another, thinking that our reaction is again the same, already proven in the past. What, however, tells us that it is right to see her so? If time passes and we, perhaps, to change, what that tells us that we do something away from us, actually, it can still be really? The experience forbids us to test us in some way. We prefer to be sure of ourselves more than agree to do something different than we are accustomed to seeing each other? Could this be a speech universally valid? Friendship for example, we believe that for us the concept of giving or receiving of friendship is always the same? We are ready to change their way of thinking give or receive?
And perhaps it is not the same experience that makes us change your mind about things? It seems so.
So if the experiences change diametrically different points of view, actually, what it's use as a barometer?
not you ask me. I am the monkey who is not looking. The upper one.
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