Well, in this blog I try to talk about issues of aquariums and bettas in particular:) but this time I'll make another exception, because I want to introduce you to my chinchillas seem snowflakes. The color is called Pink and White are two macho born on October 24 or nothing. I put a video that know the least: D
Monday, October 25, 2010
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Who Is Pinkymarried To
The fear of the storm. Fall
The last time I experienced a storm with Elena was a few months in the apartment I had rented in Salamanca. Elena is my favorite sister, not for nothing is the only one I have. Like most people who share a brotherly relationship, we find ourselves fun teasing each other. My sister knows that I have fear of thunder, no matter who we get home collected. I think I would dread even though he was in an underground shelter.
That day in question, in a burst of ingenuity and implementation of scientific knowledge (those that developed and matured, will make travel beyond Earth's atmosphere in the future), he found a method to get more twisted nerve .
We were both sitting on the couch green living: at one end, I curled up covered with a blanket of beige boxes, and the other, she had her back facing the window overlooking the street.
After a while, close both fists and began to lift the fingers of both hands, one by one, each passing second, counting the delay between the flash of lightning appeared and the sound of it. And depending on how many fingers have moved, multiplied that number by the speed of sound in air (343 km / sec), and, singing a macabre gesture Countdown: 5 km, 4 km, 3 km, 2 km .... Meanwhile, I tried to cover up the head with the blanket, with that mechanism naive and innocent children is to bring "not seen" to "the disappearance of the problem."
From the armchair that was one meter away, another tenant was watching the scene with curiosity, looking away from the crazy head covered up, the girl stretching fingers evil smile.
Finally, to my rest, there came a time when the growing number of seconds added to my peace, the storm passed, "with what my sister lost interest in the" game. " 
The last time I experienced a storm with Elena was a few months in the apartment I had rented in Salamanca. Elena is my favorite sister, not for nothing is the only one I have. Like most people who share a brotherly relationship, we find ourselves fun teasing each other. My sister knows that I have fear of thunder, no matter who we get home collected. I think I would dread even though he was in an underground shelter.
That day in question, in a burst of ingenuity and implementation of scientific knowledge (those that developed and matured, will make travel beyond Earth's atmosphere in the future), he found a method to get more twisted nerve .
We were both sitting on the couch green living: at one end, I curled up covered with a blanket of beige boxes, and the other, she had her back facing the window overlooking the street.
After a while, close both fists and began to lift the fingers of both hands, one by one, each passing second, counting the delay between the flash of lightning appeared and the sound of it. And depending on how many fingers have moved, multiplied that number by the speed of sound in air (343 km / sec), and, singing a macabre gesture Countdown: 5 km, 4 km, 3 km, 2 km .... Meanwhile, I tried to cover up the head with the blanket, with that mechanism naive and innocent children is to bring "not seen" to "the disappearance of the problem."
From the armchair that was one meter away, another tenant was watching the scene with curiosity, looking away from the crazy head covered up, the girl stretching fingers evil smile.
Finally, to my rest, there came a time when the growing number of seconds added to my peace, the storm passed, "with what my sister lost interest in the" game. "
Tuesday, October 5, 2010
What Does Prp Mean On Ontario Licence Plate
Rain outside.
Inside the house, as if by magic, the gentle caress of the turntable needle on vinyl toured relentlessly, revives the notes of an old song. Music that is interrupted by the sound of kamikaze attacks of raindrops on the floor of the street and the window glass, or, perhaps, is it the opposite?
This combination makes thoughtful melodies who sits on the lounge chair. Reflect on so many changes that have occurred in your life. Most of them without any transition to prepare, to get momentum, to find another way. And yet, some things remained unchanged throughout that time, as the autumn rain.
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