Monday, February 28, 2011

Recipes After Laparascopic Fundoplication

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Those who think that the title of this post is wrong are making a mistake, because what the Chuqui has built in the backyard is just that, a court pool. As was not able to acquire one of these tables with all the bells and whistles, set out to make a slightly larger but that last, meet the requirements of the game.

has no rivals, which means not always win but nobody wants to play with him on that court more like a bocce than a giant pool table.

For now spends hours practicing, until someone deigns to challenge him.

We are organizing a national championship, if they wish to participate should register by sending their data and the modest sum of 100 dollars for expenses. There

interesting and attractive prizes, including the possibility of taking one of the bowls, optionally, autographed Chuqui.

registration is open, we expect their data and bills ... will not disappoint!

MUCHAS GRACIAS - bochapool

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Chemo Scarf With Hair



We have finally discovered the hidden qualities Chuqui: VALE TODO. It's sort of struggle or fight, where you really can use all the tricks and ruses to defeat the opponent.

The Chuquito, true to its peaceful race, refused to join this group of fighters but I convinced him that all he had to do was climb into the ring then, with his magnificent presence, intimidate the opponent. Unfortunately

not happen as I had thought, the most beaten rival came to knee cobbler and more pushing that truck smell, so I was not intimidated and gave her the Chuqui an unusual amount of hits that made my client, throw in the towel for not following ligand

many punches ...

sad fate of those who venture into the arena without having the slightest idea what they're trying ...

MUCHAS GRACIAS - PELEADOR

Monday, February 21, 2011

Living With Unexplained Dizziness

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All colors and color pigmentation of the sun, today I all be blue, pale blue and intense that it conveys an air of sadness, that blue that causes cold freezes your soul and little by little the heart.
I am so blue that I am in a limbo, in a pause human psyche and the momentum where sofia fight with spears and shields, where the depths of every human being both regurgitate tireless sobbing ... is a battle to dominate the attitudes, erratic control the destiny of a person ...
I feel that I can not think ... I do not think I can feel ...
stupid dilemma He destroyed countless nights just thinking, eh finish with thousands of tears that have fallen under the influence of feelings were thousands of salt-flavored drops that have lost their lives so much suffering ...
Today I'm just blue, thoughtful, serious, look I suddenly lost in a random point on what is in front of me, my ideas come together with the lack of reaction, my mind tells me, my heart replica .. .

LA AMO.

As much as my ideas do stunts in time and space the result is the same pain.
I can not control many things, just know what I want, just feel it announce that my heartbeat and while the internal debate continues, I chill.

Heart.

Beats, thousands of them, with strong regional face, a drum as loud as thunder, in every movement fervently announced his name. A flash of adrenaline that makes my body stand up with pride every time I see before me, I lose myself in your skin, I'm a slave to your hands, your embrace is my captivity and perfume ... God! your perfume ... eternal reminder of my visit to his bed.
If only I knew or could connect my senses to their own, she could love with the same intensity as I do ... would have no obstacles or doubt, confusion ... only she and I would be in communion ... but I'm just a loving heart with a tireless flame ... his heart has not realized what is happening here ... simply ignored and I am a "I love you" more like maybe just tells a friend ... but desperation is a bad counselor for the things of love, patience .... I say patience ...

Mind.

Go away, go, go away, run away! not to play with you, I will hurt more, do not you suffered enough? to risk ... We've had enough of this, the sleeplessness, alcohol, smoking,'re killing me, think cold, so you have to be cold! that stupid heart only gets you into trouble again and again, it seems you do not learn the lesson, when I listen to me! You should not love you ... but you did, you've decided to ignore me but for once in your life trust me and let everything marchémonos to a place where none of this exists, to a place where nobody knows us, where you are valued by the power of your thoughts and not judge you by what you have, like lights or what you lack ... trust me ... Go!

and the debate continues between blows, crying and cursing ... silence the two I can not, nor heeding both ... haunt me these ideas and feelings day and night ...

Two days ago I avoid saying what I feel and the soul becomes one passes me, I want chest bursting with so many "I LOVE YOU" that I have not wanted to spend, I bite my hand not to write directly to dying to see it and be at your side, not whether is best, not stated, but I'll keep doing it until you simply can not more ...

The umpire is my naivete, I'm keeping hope, like a child protecting a speck of dust to prevent the wind tore it out of hand, is the last thing I have, hope that their chest, ever ceases to be an ice and start melt in my heat ... and if that does not happen ... then my mind will win the game and just ... I'll ... like a dog with its tail between its legs will leave my fate to any place that takes me away from the heart .... Blue live.

Saturday, February 19, 2011

Command Conquer 3 Install Interrupted

Understanding Weight past is what is lacking ...

A group of fans sent me, as a gift, an exclusive t-shirt. It is very nice, excellent tailoring and a true original.

When I showed him the Chuquitos, put the fuss. He told me many things concerning the garment above her, she left me as self-conscious and I have some fears of going out luciéndola.

then developed the following exchange of words, sentences and syllogisms, to say something exotic and inextricable:

- Clara, I mention that this is one of those moments when I feel misunderstood ...

- Misunderstood? Why?

- Because I see that all misunderstood me ...

MUCHAS GRACIAS - Todo a la vista

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Words Of Sympathy French

cup of contention

MUCHAS GRACIAS - taza rubik

Those who had the audacity to send you this unique and artistic Chuquitos coffee cup, thinking we would get the confrontation over the use of it, we say we have not achieved what sought.

No misgivings and resentments, have not appeared hints of envy or desire of foreign objects by the undersigned. No way, not my style to fight for such crap, I'm for more important things. Who wants a cup so uncomfortable and colorful? Please, am I the Chuqui!

It will happen the my birthday and we'll see who gets more gifts, and will see, how much!

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Sunday, February 6, 2011

Difference Between Simvastatin Pravastatin

Size matters ... ... ...

unanimously decided to change the phone. The golcito and gave what he had to give at any moment collapse. So we published a notice pending an interested wing who was willing to pay the amount he requested.

appeared a guy with all the money in hand, actually a little less but, as he brought cash, we made a sale.

Then came the discussion to decide What vehicle was that we should have, taking into account the cost of fuel and lack of parking in the city.

We agreed that the car should meet the following conditions: agile, not very large, economical and practical, so we lean towards one of Japanese origin, according to the Chuquitos, was the one who came closest to what wanted.

The graph show up standing next to the new Chuquicara, which still do not know is how I'll get into it and if I succeed, what will be the way out.

The manual is in Japanese and English so do not catch many of the entries, so I ask me advice, thank you for bringing them to ride around, provided you can lead ...

MUCHAS GRACIAS - chuquicar

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Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Does Gamestop Trade Bluetooth Ps3 Headsets

not belong here

Maybe ... just maybe ... I was not born in the era, year, century ... season ... right ...
am a human being who just wants to love and someone to correspond in the same way ....
want to wake up and see the sun in the eyes of this woman who makes me shudder ...
want to feel the delicate perfume of your skin in the morning ...
want to live wild for a kiss from her beautiful lips ...
but I want so much beautiful at this time there that ... if you do not really belong here ...

understand now more than ever, musicians and poets, artists and dreamers,
volumes are children of the same pen and paper, we made impossible longings
they threw to the ground to pretend to spread and share with the world our sentit
and how we ...? people talking in codes that only they understand
insinuations
no sense if you say but in reality is not and vice versa .... but this was canceled when the person wants and your not even aware
silly excuse is always "that's what makes it fun ".... I can tell you no!

love to make fun necessary to deliver two hearts come together in the same tune as the music
! beating hearts have to create a harmonious rhythm: one, two, three, one, two, three!
that is communication between two souls, it's beautiful, it's wonderful ...
put codes that only a part to understand is how to put ropes around the legs of a horse and force him to run ...
I came into the world and nobody told me that things were so bad and I only have taken every disappointment ...
The musicians of this time sing the parts of women ... and love in this where it is?
Poets and not to be roses and bromeliads ... now only claim to political fashion
Artists and do not paint or sculpt as Da Vinci and Michelangelo .... now only create pats and deformed shapes are called ART ...

Where was the love of yesteryear .... where he escaped his passion for finding that person who you can steal life ...
the musician where he left his talent and imagination to create symphonies!
the painter is perhaps missed time with a good use of your brushes?
the sculptor left the pleasure of marble and granite and hung up the chisel and hammer? ...
and lovers .... lovers ... Is it that now run like wild horses with their legs tied ....
what happened to us ?.... from where humanity ended his life to the heart, love and passion ....
what they have done!? I
.... I mistook the time ... I do not belong here. They