1. We are able to wear the color purple, despite how "femmy" it may look, and not be called gay.

2. When the Vikings win a game, we are able to rejoice and look forward to next week's game against some team that's done far worse than us all season.....only to be beaten by them....in the most ridiculous way.

3. We get the joy of saying "We had Randy Moss first." We also have the joy of saying "We had Tarvaris Jackson first."

4. The Vikings have are tied for third with the most super bowl visits....and also have the most Super Bowl losses.

5. Bud Grant....and Mike Tice

6. Dennis Green was fired from our franchise (only had one losing season) and went to turn around the Arizona Cardinals to a somewhat competitive team, where we haven't had a playoff season since he left.

7. The Gophers get their own football stadium, and if the Vikings ever get their own stadium, we have to play in the Gophers stadium until it's done...much like the Gophers are doing now.

8. 1998 and 1999 rocked.....why did 2000 have to come?

9. at least our division sucks....just like us

10. We can tease Packer fans after the Pack loses a game...which they rarely lose against the Vikings....ouch!

I can't wait until Friday night! GO RED SOX!!!

Here is a list of parts that i salvaged from my old Dell Dimension E520.

CPU- Intel Duo Core 2.13 Ghz

Philips DVD Burner

Nvidia 7300LE Video Card

Parts I Bought New from Newegg.com:

Asus P5K PRO Motherboard

Xion II w/450w PS

Thermaltake Blue Orb II CPU Heat Sink

320GB Seagate Barracuda HD

4 GB Crucial Ballistix Tracer Ram

2- 120mm intake and exhaust fan, 1- 80mm intake fan

Creative Soundblaster X-Fi Sound Card

Parts I got from a friend to Finish it off:

2 Blue cold cathode tube neons

Now that its done I really want to build another one. I'm in the process of looking at parts and doing some research. I plan to build a smaller system for just normal everyday use. E-mail and internet pretty much.  And a Larger system for a dedicated Gaming rig. Just looking at parts right now, hopefully soon i will have time to do another.

The second vid is updates and changes i made. Was about two days after first boot up i made changes.

Picking up girls with Carey

by Le Discours du Fan

C’est incroyable comment être le gardien vedette du Canadiens de Montréal amène son lot d’avantage. Et là, je ne parle pas des millions de dollars qui trainent dans son compte de banque.

Il y a environ 2 semaines (au moment d’écrire ces lignes), Carey Price était dans un bar ‘’baller’’ de la région de Montréal avec son boy Chris Higgins. Évidemment, ils étaient dans une section V.I.P, car Carey est très discret lorsqu’il est dans un lieu public. Il est toujours habillé sobrement avec jeans et t-shirt foncé (pas de t-shirt Ed Hardy, ouf), ainsi qu’une casquette bien enfoncé sur la tête.

Donc, cette soirée là, Carey n’était pas envahit par des millions de groupies. Une de ses amies, qui voulait s’assurer que Carey ait beaucoup de plaisir lors de cette soirée, lui a proposé d’aller lui chercher une belle pouliche sur le dancefloor. Price a donc jeté un regard sur la foule et a sélectionné une demoiselle. L’amie de Price, que nous nommerons Natasha, est donc allée sur le dancefloor et elle a dit à la fille que Carey Price, du Canadiens de Montréal (OMG), désirait la rencontrer. Évidemment, la fille a accepté et elle est allez rejoindre Price dans sa section VIP.

Malheureusement pour la jeune demoiselle, elle ne parlait pas un mot anglais, donc il était difficile pour elle et Carey d’avoir une conversation. Vous savez, c’est les joueurs de hockey adorent discuter de politique et d’Occupation Double. Anyway, quelques instants plus tard, elle retournait sur le dancefloor en regrettant de ne pas parler anglais. Le 254-6211 a surement une nouvelle chicks comme cliente à l’heure actuelle. Parlant d’anglais, la blonde de Guillaume Latendresse, Maïka Desnoyers, m’a mentionné que Hayden était un nom Écossais. Ok.

Malgré cette tentative infructueuse, Price et son amie trouvait ce jeu bien amusant. Ils ont donc répété le scénario. Carey a sélectionné une autre fille et Natasha est retournée sur le dancefloor pour la faire monté dans la section VIP de Price. Cette fois, la jolie jeune femme était capable d’avoir une conversation en anglais. Ils ont donc passé le reste de la soirée ensemble.

« Il n’y pas juste l’apparence et les millions dans la vie qui sont importants, la personnalité aussi ça compte. » explique la jeune fille. ( ca pas vrai ça, c une joke.)

Finalement, Price et la fille ont quitté l’établissement main dans la main. À vous de faire vos propres conclusions. Qui a dit que les hommes avait besoin des conseils de Marc Boilard pour rencontrer des fillesv?

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The same man that many praise on his slogan of change.  What type change are you all supporters wanting can I ask.  Do you think it's cool to hang with a druggie and their clan of people that hate America and all it stands for?  Do you think it's cool to trash talk our United States Army and Marines, Navy?  Do you think it's cool to trash the American flag and show disrespect for it?  Do you think it's cool to steal rob and commit fraud with voter registrations?  Do you think it's cool to scam people and use them to manipulate others and promise things which can never be? Do you think it's cool to have a person tell you what you can or can not say?  Do you think it's cool that Barack Obama defended the Acorn group and taught them what they know today?   Well if you answered yes to any of those then by all means Barack Hussein Obama is your guy. 

I know as always you want the evidence well just watch below for all you need is here:

Are you convinced yet?  If not keep watching!

How about now?  Still don't believe that your guy is no good?  Keep watching this video then:

You still not convinced that Barack Hussein Obama is a crook then keep watching!

So do you think this is cool?  Is this cool to you?  What is so cool about it? There is more!

You still loving this guy?  This is change we can beleive in huh! Keep watching this is the real deal!

I rest my case.

Aunque allí, parece que no tantas como en España. Por eso, Lowe and Rivet tuvieron que pensar en una acción original y que recogiera todas esas formas de expresión que provoca el fútbol a los aficionados y que le convierte, para algunos, en algo más que un deporte.

Una persona, una bufanda y una idea original. No necesitaron nada más para conseguirlo.

Un encargo de la Federación Australiana de Fútbol que trataba de mostrar a los peatones, la variedad de sensaciones que iban a poder experimentar siguiendo la liga.

It doesn’t matter if your best friend loves you more than just a friend.

It doesn’t matter if he still loves me more than anything else in this world.

My heart is in your hands; and yours is in mine.

That’s what matters the most now.

All I know is that you brought back directions into my life.

I couldn’t thank you more for that.

Imy, F’an..

I really do.

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Just now, we were heading towards Vivo when the cloud suddenly gets really dark and heavy. Before we knew it, we were riding through a heavy downpour. There wasn’t any bridge for us to seek shelter so f’an had to speed all the way through the expressway.

By the time we reached Vivo, the both of us were seriously soaking wet. And we were both literally shivering like Eskimos (asian version lah); teeth chattering and all.  Heh.

But nope, I am still not complaining. While at the carpark just now, with my cardigan still wet; I looked at F’an and I couldn’t help it but to grin. Only two words for you, boy.

“Nak lagi”

Heh =D

Original 1990 Topps

2003 Topps Fan Favorites Autograph

Anyway, the illustration makes a great design based on the psychology of sports. I'm sure you want this tee because I've never seen this design theme in the football market. To go to that section of my store, click this link and select whatever your mood is. Available in different background colors and sizes. Thanks.

To look forward to and "X" out the number of days left until the Chicago Cubs enter another season filled with hopes and dreams(and that god-damned naiveness) and to forget about that bitter-taste-in-the-mouth from last year, regardless of a postseason appearance or not, is a great feeling. But in the end, you always feel let down by the Cubs. No matter who they have on the team, they always seem to fail when it counts.

In 2003, they were not expected to do anything, not even make the playoffs. But they where five motherf***ing outs away from a NL pennant, only to blame a fan and completely unravel to lose three straight games to the Marlins. In 2004, the expectations were exceedingly high due to their success in 2003, but being the Cubs, they blow a three game lead in the wildcard with a week left because their color-commentator Steve Stone critiques the Cubs' play. In 2007, fresh off of an off-season by nearly spending $300 million on players, to be swept by Arizona in which manager Lou Pinella yanked ace Carlos Zambrano after 80 pitches in a tie ballgame to save him for game four(which the Cubs never got to, obviously).

Now the most recently, a few hours actually, the 2008 version. A different year, but the same result. The Cubs finish a superb year by going 97-64, good enough for best in the NL. They clinched on September 20th; with over 10 days to prepare for the playoffs. Fans, even the most pessimistic, are confident of the Cubs and October glory finally coming together after (gulp) 100-f***ing-years. The Dodgers? The Dodgers?? We can handle them, they barely won a division in which almost every team had a losing record. A piece of cake, we say. But we forgot that we are Cubs fans.

In Game 1, the Cubs have ace Ryan Dempster pitching. 14-3 at the Friendly Confines. Mark DeRosa hits a two-run bomb to give the Cubs and us fans an even bigger boost of over-confidence. But Dempster walks SEVEN Dodgers in 4 and 2/3 innings and ultimately gave up a grand slam to James F***ing Loney. Fans say, okay, game one we lost, no biggie. By the way, some blame the fans that the Cubs lost because the fans weren't loud enough.

In Game 2, the circus came to town. Zambrano was dealing, but the defense was reeling. Two errors by the sure-handed DeRosa and Derrrek Lee, on back-to-back plays mind you, giving the Dodgers two extra outs and they took full advantage of it by putting a "5" on the scoreboard in the second inning. Even Zambrano couldn't help but to laugh at that. Say what you want, but being down 5-0 in the 2nd inning of an almost must-win game, you put even more pressure on yourself. And you usually fail in comedic fashion when you over-try. And with the Cubs, it's beyond comedic fashion as each infielder(Lee, DeRosa, Theriot, and Ramirez) committed an error. Four errors. And ultimately lost 10-3. And down 0-2 in a best-of-five series.

Game 3. As a Cubs fan, you're not watching this do-or-die game with the hope of pushing a Game 4. You're watching the game to see how the Cubs blow it. Ask any knowledgeable Cubs fan and they will tell you that. But being the naive bastards that we are, we still have the slightest bit of hope. Game 3 starts off perfectly- for a Dodgers fan. Catcher Russell Martin has a questionable double down the left field line, it could have been either fair or foul, but was called fair. Next is that asshole Manny and his dirty-ass helmet. He hits an infield squeaker that just gets by the outstretched glove of the shortstop Theriot. Martin had to hold up at second to make sure that the ball got through, so the leftfielder Alfonso Soriano throws him out at third base on a bang-bang play. But he is called safe by the dingbat at third base. The next batter Ethier strikes out, so now there are two outs and Cubs fans feel like they'll get out of it. But no. That F***ing Loney character hits a double and scores two. Dodgers lead 2-0 after the first inning. That's all the Dodgers would need as the Cubs get two leadoff doubles on different occasions and fail to score and the Dodgers win, to sweep the Cubs, 3-1. That's right, the best team in the NL just got embarassed.

Right now, it took me about an hour to write this segment. Funny thing is that I knew exactly what to say, but my mind was so screwed up that I couldn't think of half of the words at first. See that's what the Cubs do to you. If you follow them religiously like myself, their performance or lack thereof, effects your everyday life. So next time you forget to do your homework, don't say "My dog ate my homework." Instead say, "I'm a Cubs fan," and usually the teacher or whomever will be sympathetic and understand where you're coming from. As for me, it's going to be a long night, a long Sunday, and an even longer offseason because I want to hope for good fortunes come the 2009 season, but I know that this year's Cubs team had the best opportunity to achieve the ultimate goal. Instead, I'll be taking down my Cubs flag outside and putting it in storage until next March, already expecting to be let down again.

I'm addicted to the sound of my fan. I live in a very quite neighborhood, so at night there is absolutely no noise. It drives me nuts; I can't stand that it's so fucking quiet, because every time the house shifts a bit or the wind blows, my eyelids wretch open.

When I was a kid, I used to think that it was normal to wake up 20 times or more a night. It was just how I slept. I only later realized after putting a fan in my room, that the reason I am constantly being woken up is because every little sound sends off a warning bell in my head and forces me awake. I don't know whether to love this ability or despise it. If I ever join the army like I've always said, obviously this would be something that could come in handy. In regular, irritating suburban life, however, it is a nuisance. I go to peoples' houses and spend the night, literally driven mad by the lack of sound. I can't sleep, or if I do sleep it is in hour increments. And I won't even get into how being in a different house completely fucks with my head and makes me extremely aware, especially during sleep.

I am a slave to that fan. I can't help but think though that there is some sort of primal connection between noise and sleep---that somehow I've gotten stuck in 'survival mode', and my body seems to believe that missing a single noise could mean life or death. I have always been rather paranoid....

I was awake for two hours after the fan turned off, annoyed and exhausted, but no closer to sleep. I wandered over to my chair, plopped down in it, then pulled some heavy blankets over myself and listened to the rain tapping on the windows. Even the sound of a change in weather can wake me. When that dull thrumming turns into harder pelting rain, I'm pulled from sleep. Somehow though, with a lot of effort, I managed to finally nod off. Naturally, I was interrupted....

My mom comes in (very loudly, I might add), thinking I'm still awake. So the sleeping didn't last long, and she ends up deciding that she's going to go into town and go pick up some sandwiches at Subway since we can't really open the fridge or cook anything. This is the woman who can't live without TV and online poker. I can tell she's bored. She never bothers me when the power is on, because she always has something to do. Her motives are pretty predictable to me now, after so long a time around her. We're similar in this sense; we find something, we obsess over it. My own obsession would be this blog and the internet in particular.

When the power goes out, the stark reality hits: dependency is all around, all you have to do is have one single thing taken away, and then you finally see it.... It makes me feel sickened with myself in a lot of ways. I don't like to think of myself as 'dependent', I'm more of one of those types in denial of it, though secretly I acknowledge that it is true.

The lives that we do lead.... How futile it all is in the eyes of the universe.

Chapter 1: The girl with no name

Disclaimer: I do not own Bleach in any way. I wrote this fiction based in my imagination using the character whose credit for their creation belongs to Tite Kubo and not me.

It was a peaceful day in Seireitei, who was going through a yet young spring. Birds were singing. The weather was getting nice. And everyone was eagerly waiting for the cherry blossoms to bloom. Many people were happy on such a good day. But there was someone with deep sadness, alone, living memories… Kuchiki Byakuya was on a dark room absently staring at his late wife’s picture; remembering how happy she used to make him. Even though 50 years had passed, he still couldn’t get over Hisana. Nobody could blame him. As the Kuchiki clan is the most prestigious family in Seireitei, everyone always demanded a lot from him, he hadn’t had any happy days as a child. The only one he ever cared about was the only one that had ever shown him love and happiness. This time of the year was really not easy for him.

A few days later, Rukia encouraged him to go to a walk in an early, cool morning. She wanted to go with him, but she knew that, maybe, the best for her brother was to be alone, so he wouldn’t feel uncomfortable, trying to hide his sadness… And so Byakuya decided to enter the forest, to get some really fresh air, and inside, he found a river, with beautiful sparkles of the morning sunshine reflecting the light, making it look like a constellation at daylight.

He had thought about Hisana all day, so he hadn’t realized how far he had taken his little walk to. He felt a little tired, and decided to seat under a tree and rest a little, and closed his thinking eyes…

Then, out of nowhere, someone that was screaming ‘Kyaa!’ fell right into his lap from above! Now, that would’ve scared the hell out of anyone, but not Byakuya. He just allowed himself to blink an eye and make a mad/scary face… He looked down and noticed it was a girl. She looked like she was 15 or 17 years old. A tall girl with brown hair, picked up with a jaw clip; wearing jeans, a black and notorious belt with a bunch of things he was unfamiliar with that looked like some metallic key accessories, a black jacket with weird symbols and the weirdest shoes he had ever seen in his life.

-Ouch… - she said.
-Just what do you think you’re doing? – said a pretty upset Byakuya.
-Sorry, I must’ve reclined to a side while asleep and fell off the tree branch. Silly me… Ha ha. – She said with her tongue out to the side and an arm raised high so her hand could reach the back of her head and rub it in order to ease her pain there.

What’s wrong with this girl? Byakuya thought… And as much as he really wanted to ask her what she was doing sleeping in a tree branch, he was a man who always had his priority list in his mind before anything, and as the girl’s clothes were so unusual, like the one that humans wear, he asked her:

-Just who exactly are you and what is your business in Seireitei?
-Seireitei? Is that the name of this place? – She said normally - I see… I’m afraid I can’t recall ever hearing of that place… In which continent is that? – She asked while washing her face with some water from the river.

Then she stayed silent, thinking, observing the surroundings. And finally turns around and sees his face. Her half asleep eyes wouldn’t let her see that man clearly and she stays silent and keenly looking at his face…

Byakuya unsheathed Senbonzakura and said:

-I’ll ask one more time, what is your business here in Seireitei?
-I don’t have any. – She said after a long silent moment.

What a handsome man he is. While thinking this, she blushed.

Byakuya didn’t understand how this girl could possibly act so unworried… Was it possible that maybe she just was so ignorant she wouldn’t recognize he was a captain with just looking at his haori?
Couldn’t she feel his reiatsu? A little confused, and about to ask her something, opening his mouth, she beats him at speed and gets there first:

-Who are you? – Asks her with an awkward look on her face, like she was trying to figure something out. –Might be weird if I ask this, but, have we met before? I don’t know why your face looks somewhat familiar…
-No, we haven’t…
-This is a beautiful place! Wow! Look at all those big trees! I had never seen such big trees. I’m guessing we’re in some forest? I have never been in one before, where I come from the weather is never this cold, most of the year; the weather is hot, like a desert. You see, I come from the north of Mexico, in a city in the borderline with the US. So, it never gets this cold…

Shut up! – Byakuya yelled, like he had gotten some sort of headache.

Byakuya got even more confused then… You see, he is the head of a royal clan, so anyone who ever got to be in his presence, was asked to be fully respectful and so polite, leaning their heads and everything. He had never met anyone so chatty, someone like her. Even though he didn’t know her, he could tell she was not like anyone else… She was admiring the river and the forest trees. She was talking about her personal life with a complete stranger.

She must be very stupid. And what the hell is a human soul doing there if she was, obviously, not a shinigami. Was she from Rukongai? What was she doing in Seireitei, then? There’s no way anyone can get inside. Who is she? – Byakuya’s head was for sure turning 360 degrees… But what truly had him more confused of all things is the fact that he didn’t detect anyone’s presence under the tree, not like him, so his mind would tell him that there definitely had to be something about her…

-If you won’t tell me I’ll force you to.

Said that, he ran to her with an offensive stance… He was fast, so there was no way she could’ve seen him move, and when he was behind her, with the sword threatening to cut her neck, she looked shocked, or at least that’s what Byakuya thought, but instead it just so happened she sneezed, and surprised Byakuya, who accidentally made a slight cut on her cheek when he moved with the edge of Senbonzakura. She made a small gesture, closing one eye.

-Wow! A real sword! It’s been a while since I last saw anyone use a real one… - She was looking at every detail of Senbonzakura in a keen way, and then she would smirk.

Byakuya stood shocked after what he saw there. Her small wound quickly closed again. It healed in less than two seconds. And then there was no trace at all of the small cut.

Byakuya stared at her, shocked. And after she saw the way he stared at her, she would just say:

-Don’t ask. I have no idea about this either. It’s just something with me, I don’t even understand myself. I just know that’s something I have, just like I know my hair grows faster than average, and that’s just about it. You understand? Her eyes were hidden, there was definitely something she was hiding, that’s all Byakuya could think about.

Then, out of the blue, some strange presence appeared, the girl’s smirk faded and her eyes opened up more, you could tell she was worried.

Then they showed themselves, three men using dark clothes, with their faces hidden and their eyes revealed they were dangerous.

One of them said:

-Here you are! My! Dear! You had us all worried! Now come with us, your destiny awaits you…

That man tried to extend his arm to offer his hand to her, but she pushed it aside and yelled:

-Shut up! I refuse to go! Leave me alone!

Byakuya thought how it was the first time he saw her so serious, but she looked a little scared, there was no way she could be with them, her eyes were afraid. While Byakuya thought that, another man, surprised the girl behind her and trapped by his arms. She screamed.

-WHY?! Why are you after me? What do you want from me?
-Dear… I know you don’t have any memories, but you as an ignorant and empty mind are really annoying.

Byakuya took an offensive stance.

-What are you planning to do with her?

The man who trapped that girl turned his eyes to him.

-Why would you care? Weren’t you just pointing a sword edge at her right now? If you were gonna kill her anyways, why would you care?
-You are obviously not shinigami; therefore, you cannot carry swords nor kill anyone. That is the duty of a shinigami officer, and only we can decide if she either lives or dies. I’ll just say this once, give the girl back.
-And if I refuse?

Byakuya ran to him and cut the man who was holding her; and she fell to the ground. His blood spilled on her, and she froze from the shock, with eyes that reflected fear, and yet caused you a sensation of frightfulness to whoever looked at such eyes. She was suffering, too.

Byakuya easily killed the other two; one of them was near her, and said:

-No matter what. Don’t you dare think you’re safe! Nobody escapes fate!

Those were his last words.

Byakuya sheathed Senbonzakura and kneeled to see her face, so afraid. And she could barely move. It looked like she could cry. Then she fainted.

It began raining. Byakuya was so into that girl that he hadn’t noticed that the sky had gotten cloudy and dark. He carried her in his arms and stood back up. She was heavier than he had imagined. It was logical, she was tall. Most women he knew were smaller; of course she was not gonna weight the same as Rukia.

He felt confused. Even though, he could’ve just left her there, he felt as if he couldn’t. The fact that he wanted to save her was not only due to the curiosity she made him feel; there was something about her, which made him feel unfamiliarly. He didn’t even know her name, and yet he cared about her. Of course, he thought, he was just gonna save her to then get some information from her.

He made his way to the Fourth Squad, where she was to be attended, and then he would go to the First Squad, where he would report what happened to Captain General Yamamoto and the fate of the girl without a name would be decided.

Because we're all had seriously embarrassing moments as anime fans.

1. Once upon a time, I entered an elevator. This elevator was completely and utterly empty, unsurprisingly since it was pretty late in the afternoon. When I felt the elevator begin to move, I had the sudden urge to hum Virtual Star Embryology (from Shoujo Kakumei Utena), and stand with my back to the door, just like in the second ED from Shoujo Kakumei Utena. This in and of itself is obviously not all that embarrassing... until you totally miss the fact that the door has opened behind you, and your academic advisor is staring at you from the other side of the door. Oh, hey there... yeah, uh, gee, we have a advising session next Tuesday, huh? Yeah, yeah... uh, yeah, I'm actually getting off here, 'scuse me, sorry...

2. One of my friends came to visit this summer. My friend slept in my room, whereas I went and slept in the cellar, being the fantastic host that I am. I gave my friend a tour of my the house (LOL parents' house), and in my room pointed out a few things. I warned him to avoid one of my bookshelves, which was probably foolish - if you tell someone they won't like what they see, they suddenly get very curious.

The next morning, I went to wake him up, kicked him a few times, and then went back into the hall because I had to use the bathroom. I went back to my room again after to make sure he'd woken up... and found him giving me a very strange look... and saw that my books weren't properly aligned... and realized he'd opened the final volume of Yellow... a.k.a. the volume they have sex in. For about thirty pages.

...

3. Speaking of friends finding your dirty manga, ever had a moment when someone knocked on the door while you were watching hentai? And you thought you hit the pause button, only to have your computer totally freeze up and keep the audio playing? And the mute button ceases to function? But the person has already entered the room and is staring at you? And then you realize that everyone else who lives in your suite has clammed up because they can hear the moaning coming from your laptop? Yeaahhhh....

Full disclosure: The person who knocked on my door was the same friend who visited last summer! Uwa~!

4. Drunk, at a party - your Japanese T.A. just drunkenly sang Shakira's 'Hips Don't Lie'... and she's dressed as a bumble bee. And you got it on video. Good night, huh? Until you grab the mic, open your big fat mouth... and start belting out the Sailor Moon theme song. FAIL.

5. So, it's a Saturday night, and you're cooped up in your room desperately trying to finish a post your anime blog. Your phone rings, its one of your friends, and they want you to come out to go partying. You have one eye one the screen, looking at the blank space, and another on the clock, desperately trying to come up with a reason for why your friend should wait longer. Suddenly, the girls in the next room over start screaming and jumping up and down because a mouse is crawling across their floor. In the chaos, you unconsciously blurt out, "But I gotta finish my blog post!" You suddenly realize your slip-up when the person at the other end of the line goes, "Uh..." So then, trying to cover it up, you

Oh, wait - I'm trying to prevent that one from happening. Peace out, bitches.

(I did go take care of the mouse, though)

Please Note: When I say 'bitches', I mean it endearingly so.

can you keep up?

tegoshi loves ryo-chan.

ryo-chan loves shige.

shige loves tegoshi.

haha. its epic.

1st character introduced is tegoshi, he looks kinda womanly, 2nd person introduced is shige, he has a manly voice, 3rd person is Ryo, he has black hair. on the bridge...yeah.

okay keep up! ganbate!

credit: KawaiiKinomoto

i have recently really loved Ai Nante, every time i hear it its like i rediscover it. gr8 eng lyrics. search em, they're on my blog =D

as we told you, we hunt for the precious ones from everywhere in the world. here are some things we got from the hill. fascinated with the distinct vibes they have? so they are for you, one with unique taste.

AER10-01 | AER10-02
RM 26 each pair

AER10-03 | AER10-04
RM 27 each pair

ANL10-01 | ANL10-02
ANL10-01: RM 29
ANL10-02: RM 27

ANL10-03 | ANL10-04
RM 27 each

ANL10-05
RM 25 each

* stones are imported from Turkey
* only one piece available for each design

Welcome to Jonas Brothers FanClub all over the world!Jonas brothers is a wellknown group,so we hope theer will be wellknown members here too!!

Wall Fan - In excellent condition. We kept it in the storeroom and we just tested, it's working perfectly. Need to mount on wall.

Selling: $12

I'll be needing everyone's help over the coming months, however. One of my first projects, which I've entitled 'Culture Stills', is a contemporary still life assignment, within which a scene is built around the most iconic symbols, a particular Country has to offer.

China's up first; themed as red, with yellow stars, I've also bought some beautiful red Fans.

You can read about the significance of China's National colours here, and of Fans in Chinese culture, here.

Thanks. I'll be shooting early next week, so keep an eye out.

"Some fans screamed out, 'Prince!' when they saw her, SBS reports. "But when they got close enough to ask for an autograph, they realized he was a she."

AWKWARD!

Con "Ti rincontrerò" ha conquistato il disco di platino, stazionandosi ai vertici delle classifiche degli album più venduti. Marco Carta, vincitore dell'ultima edizione di Amici, torna con i 14 brani live del cd-dvd "in Concerto", registrato durante il suo tour estivo. Intanto nelle radio arriva il nuovo singolo "Un grande libro nuovo". Il cantante sardo viene dato tra i possibili concorrenti al prossimo Festival di Sanremo.

“Sono davvero commosso. Grazie per quello che avete realizzato. – commenta Marco Carta - Il contenuto di questo live non è un omaggio che io faccio al mio pubblico, ma un omaggio nei miei confronti. Avete reso reale un sogno quasi irraggiungibile, il frutto dei vostri e dei miei sacrifici è racchiuso in questo cofanetto".

l dvd (18 brani) propone le immagini del trionfale concerto tenutosi a Cagliari lo scorso 6 luglio e il back stage di alcuni live che hanno visto il cantante cagliaritano protagonista quest’estate. È, inoltre, prevista una versione “album deluxe” (contenente la bonus track “Vita” cantata solo da Marco e il booklet digitale) in esclusiva su iTunes.

Marco Carta tornerà anche fra i banchi di scuola. Non fra quelli della scuola di Amici di Maria De Filippi ma fra quelli dei suoi fan più affezionati per dedicare loro un concerto inedito e particolare, Marco Carta @ Your School, filmato dalle telecamere di mtv.it.

Ci sarà la possibiltà di far assistere non a un singolo privato ma ad un’intera scuola al live di Marco Carta. E’ partito, infatti, il contest per candidare la propria scuola a Marco Carta @ Your School, che porterà il giovane cantante cagliaritano direttamente nella scuola che dimostrerà di essere più appassionata alla sua storia. Per aggiudicarsi la fantastica opportunità di avere Marco basterà aprire un gruppo dedicato a Marco Carta nella community di mtv.it fino al 24 ottobre, taggarlo marcocarta@yourschool e procurarsi macchina fotografica o videocamera e caricare sul sito foto, video, post che ritraggano e descrivano la propria scuola. Gli appassionati di Marco Carta dovranno dimostrare di essere dei veri fan fornendo alla redazione di mtv.it più informazioni possibili sulla propria passione per il giovane cantante cercando di far partecipare quanti più amici ma anche insegnanti e personale della scuola, docente e non docente, possibili al proprio gruppo.