, KAT-TUN BIG WORLD TOUR 2010 coming soon 
SCENE TOUR, OOO;] asdfasds is that omigod! the last few days thanks to fanreport at papapics [this is where I love the paparazzi xd] and fanrip is that I've gone crazy! .. I'm aware of everything that is published and .. aish .. so far have loved all, part from the beautiful goods, to the cries of the japas POOOOOBRES in fanrip; __; kajdhksjhsklfd ayayai Mr ~ Well, here I start my collapse * Q * where 'll give my opinion regarding several cute little things which I have been finding out *---* 
* happy ~ ~ 
~ I love these three colors that are officers of the tour, x, and do not know if this wrong or making love in June and then my brain takes me to imagine and think things @ __ @ but I remember one of the monthly magazine spaces * Duet believe that in a home where the year * Johnnys free-style text messages left ~ June made a mini card, where he drew the sign of Arashi in the form of "キング 嵐 - Kingu Arashi" * So I put on the sign of Arashi as a king * and then ... at that time the Arashi Kingu already existed, but somehow it gave me to think that June was the creator: O but bueh, I believe so xd 
~ but sorry to be so re-against sides like the TOT asdf u___ù poleras if for me for every show had, I'd buy both the light pen as the T shirt - T kdakjsdasd but will do my best this year to buy three >___\u0026lt;'s good that now I contacted the store that brings Johnny's stuff *--* and then, hopefully to be all good: D 
opened with "DRESS" , red lights ignited the living room for a heavy intro. Deep growls and emotive voices created an ever-changing, with the fans by exploiting their heads and waving their hands while holding your breath for the smooth bridge of the song. "Ever" began with flashing lights in every beat of the drum intro incredibly fast Kei. When Mao began to sing, strong glitter fireworks exploded onto the scene, creating huge cries of surprise from the fans. Fast guitar riffs accompanied by the screams were induced by Mizuki, who warmed up the crowd, while Mao shouted the question of the song " iKit ikeru no ka? "as a challenge to the lounge. 
the band's logo hung large and impressive in the back of the stage, reading beautiful and ornate letters the name of the band playing that night CC Lemon Hall - Sadie . As start time approached, the excitement invaded the show, which not only meant the end of his tour [DRESS OF SKIN] , which has led to the five men especially Japó No, but this important step in the history of the band - The first solo presentation in a room Sadie. 
! ] the thing is that I love the booklet, that both the session, as the angle of the shots, editing, colors, close-ups, all around >___\u0026lt; is very cute! really giving a huge desire to send each image frame [and I think it will, because it is irresistible] but logically I do with a photo circulating on the net, why not spoil my booklet UxD crazy. If others are so Kuchi the 5 together, w, that ahhhh ~ I love you. and am happy with him and my 5 / 6 males [let that little by little I'll take back the cariñoa Jinjin] ... I think by tomorrow would sacandole pictures of my new acquisition xd to upload course, that means a new entry: DD aksjdgas [I'm the only excited xDD what] we're reading: 3
Well here I am a lot of time lately despues.Mi life is too busy (is written to go with j ¿? XD) and I did not even have time to connect for a while. On the one hand the exams (I have left fatal, of course), ypor elsewhere that I've moved to a site a lot further than where I lived and I do not know nadie.Solo say that to get from the Carrefur to my home over an hour later when you come in fifteen minutes = $
And I have decided to write a minific with the intention of hanging but I am so stupid that I forgot to take the book and is now one of the thousands of cases there for all my casa.Asique as it finds promise to upload! although I responsabilizare after stroke possible read it.
Of course I love to write (I do not accept the fact that no good for this), but I like to give me ideas so here without someone wants me to write something you can order without any problems.
And, as I get bored, because I got to do a meme.
IMPORTANT! is strictly PROHIBITED to read the meme that you have not written on paper first 12 names of your favorite characters ... Be the fandom that is, are mixtures that are ... do not make me cheat.
Instructions: Enter 12 of your characters / celebrities favoritos.Enumera the list. Now click the cut for some random questions (see no questions before making the list, because it would ruin)
1.
Bojan Busquets 3.Sergio
2.Cesc Fàbregas Piqué
4.Gerard
5.Lead Messi Alves
6.Dani
7.Andres
8.Xavi Hernandez Iniesta Villa
10.Juan
9.David
Mata Cazorla 11.Santi
12. Joan Capdevila
1. Have you read a fic of 6 / 11? Would you read it? (Alves / Mata)
No I do not want, traumatize me.
2. Do you think 4 is hot? How much? (Pique)
uncle is the world's most inviolable
3. What if a pregnant 12 8? (Capdevila / Xavier) and Andy embarazarána
They Cazorlita.
4. Can you recall a fic about 9? (Villa)
A lot, but the best pies (L)
5. Would they 2 and 6 a good couple? (Cesc / Alves)
It is going to be no.
6. "5 / 9 or 5 / 10? Why? (Messi / Villa, Messi / Mata)
Ahem ... For Villa, simply because they will be on the same computer
7. What if 7 is 2 and 12 having sex? (Iniesta, Cesc / Capdevila)
Well that traumatize (like me) and would run into the arms of Xavi (also like me) to comfort him .
8. Make a summary for a fic 3 / 9 ( Busquets / Villa)
Given that this couple does not stick or with superglue, because Villa congratulating your way through the matches that are doing
9. Is there a "fluff" between 1 / 8? (Bojan / Xavier)
No, I do not think that there will be
10. suggests a title for a fic pain / comfort of 7 / 12 (Iniesta / Capdevila)
"Although we have no future"
11. What kind of plot that would use if you wanted 4 to deflower 1? (Piqué / Bojan)
Finally a normal couple! No idea what plot ...
12. anyone in your f-list read 7 slash? (Iniesta)
Insurance
13. anyone in your f-list read 3-hetero? (Busquets)
Not that I know
14. anyone in your f-list write / draw of 11? (Cazorla)
Writing can be but I do not think
draw
15. "Someone in your f-list write 2 / 4 / 5? (Cesc / Pique / Messi)
can be ... It's a fairly credible trio
16. What cry 10 at the time of passion? (Mata)
17. If you wrote a songfic about 8, what song would you use? (Xavi)
"For You" by El Canto del Loco.
18. 06/01/1912 If you wrote a fic, what would the warnings? (Bojan / Alves / Capdevila)
What laws do not appreciate life
19. What would be a good pick up line for 2 use with 10? (Cesc / Mata)
"pick up line?
20. When was the last time you read a fic of 5? (Messi)
A fic I wrote at the request metlloi mine I want to talk about finishing the meme
21. What is the super secret perversion of 6? (Alves)
locked into the showers with Leo
11 "lie with 9? Sober " or drunk? (Cazorla / Villa)
Completely drunk, because he just wants to Capdevila.
23 Si 3 and 7 are together, who is seme? (Busquets / Iniesta)
Busquets
24. How would you feel if 7 / 8 was canon? (Xavi / Iniesta)
For a couple that I like do not understand the question ... But if this related to some kind of loving relationship between them, would feel the greatest happiness of the world
24. 1 and 9 have a happy relationship until 9 flees 4. 1, broken, spends a wild night with 11, and a brief unhappy affair with 12. Then follows the wise advice of 5 and finds his true love in 3.
Bojan and Villa have a happy relationship until Villa flees with Pique. Bojan, shredded, spends a wild night with Cazorla, and a brief unhappy affair with Capdevila.Entonces, follow the advice of Messi and finds his true love in
Busquets that
The Villa flee with Piqué, it Quie " n would not? but go to the trouble that has Bojan ... And if Leo had left to give tips that are not used to that, which is dedicated to the ball than that if he knows how
25th. What title would you give this fic?
Bad advice not be followed
26b. Name three people on your f-list who could read, and a person who should write it.
Anyone could read or write.
This date is where people get love, hugs and love again. "Blagh! These dates are those that come to bore me and make me cranky. " I always see couples sitting and embracing, exchanging fluids by mouth and their tongues moving and touching germs in it. "Blagh! Disgusting. "Valentine's Day is considered a day of love and friendship where people think that giving sweets and gifts, quote" is because you are appreciated. " True friendship is the one on your side through thick and thin. Maybe the people are blinded by this date and in response they arrive to spend their own money on the candy cause tooth decay. But hey, everyone is master of his life and his wallet. This date is when I hide in the shadows, where people do not come to me for being blinded by love. But this year I feel different, I think this year we celebrate the happy day of love. My heart is full of feelings that was not long ago. This time I will feel the love that flies in the air. The love and feelings that make people stupid and uneducated. But the bad news, I think I'm feeling it this time! For the first time I felt the madness and this madness was based on this that my loved me "The heart of chocolate." That heart which contained carbohydrates, artificial color and full of sugar. We achieved through time on this day, the flavor and color felt it in my mouth. But, my mind wanders, when he felt that flavor and so smooth that it felt in my jaws caused my mind got to thinking I was a real heart! The flesh between my teeth and blood oozing from my lips. Oh! That feeling of power in my hands, the sweetness of blood metallic taste and feel the heartbeat of that sweet. Needless to say, I'll start to love this date. Happy Valentine's Day and enjoy it in its own way, I already did!
Sean welcome you to my small but cute, bit LJ. Feel comfortable in this small place that fills my little heart every moment that updatee and write my sincere thoughts. In this journal write my situations likely to arise over this year.
But it rude not mine introduced me eh. "Holaaaaaa: D, I Pao and welcome .... Again -. - open to any situacióny / or person. I am very attached to the furry culture, within this I feel totally comfortable and accepted within this community. If you are concerned that this community is, they can look it up in wikipedia (xD!!).
Within the community would recognize me as Susukiba, Susukida or Susu, in which I show my feelings through digital and traditional art. My inner animal is a white wolf and which guide me throughout my working life, spiritual and romantic.
Why eh chosen the wolf and not another being?
Throughout my life eh always well connected to the canines. From small found a spiritual peace to be with these animals so impressive that come to love in a way that can not be explained. Over the years I have the experience of having my side to man's best friend, the dog. I got experience the warmth of an inseparable companion, a loyal friend and a being with a spirit much greater than human. Being surrounded by my companion, I could understand how these creatures used to be called "man's best friend." Found not only a partner but, a friend, which pleased me your compañíay his presence around me. To find the anime in 1998, so far I see it, I found a magical world where you can enjoy that moment of laughter, tears and love. To find the anime, Wolf's Rain, I found that bit that I needed. Able to find the spiritual passion that called me and filled me with every bit of my being.
My way of seeing the world it's just as things come and enjoy them at that moment or the rest of my life. I think that love is a fantastic thing and you manifest your deepest feelings inside and outside the relationship. When it's indifference, I feel terrible and very hurt. But when you go through tears and a moment of depression, in the end I am happy to have experienced that moment of happiness and sadness. Not only did I feel such love, but I managed to find myself in a way that did not know how to express myself. While I have many experiences, I still feel I can give a lot more but not only in love, but in art and my expression of feelings. ° w °
I see in my next post! : 3
My favorite players are all Barca less Marquez and Henry, and out of the boat: Cesc, but will soon be our
* evil laugh *, Mata, Marchena, Silva, Cazorla, Capdevila and some other more.
HATE Cristiano I can not with!
Well, no more say ke ... I know I will go
Chau!! Besitos ^ ^
We liked the house because in addition to spacious and old (now that the old houses succumb to the lowest settlement of material) kept the secrets of our great-grandparents The paternal grandfather, our parents and all children.
We Irene and I get used to persist alone in it, it was crazy in that house for eight people could live without disturbing. We did the cleaning in the morning, getting up at seven, and eleven o'clock I left the last room Irene for reviewing and went to the kitchen. Had lunch at noon, always on time, and there was nothing to be done outside of dirty dishes. We welcome lunch was thinking about the deep and silent house and how we bastábamos to keep clean. Sometimes we believe that it was she who would not let us get married. Irene rejected two suitors without much reason, to me is me Maria Esther died before we got to commit. We went into the forties with the unspoken idea that ours, simple and quiet marriage of siblings, was necessary closure of the genealogy great-grandparents settled in at home. We would die there one day, vague and elusive cousins would stay with the house and throw her to the ground to enrich the soil and bricks, or rather even turn ourselves justly before it was too late.
Irene was a girl born to not disturb anyone. Apart from some morning spent the day knitting on the sofa in her bedroom. I do not know why knitting so much, I think women weave when found in that work great excuse to do nothing. Irene did not, weaving things always needed for winter sweaters, socks for me, knitted and vests for her. Sometimes knitting a vest and then unraveled in a moment because something did not like, it was funny to see in the bucket curled wool pile to resist losing their way a few hours. On Saturday I went downtown to buy wool, Irene had faith in my taste, is pleased with the colors and never had to return skeins. I took advantage of these outlets to give a tour of the library and ask vain if there was new in French literature. Since 1939 did not reach anything valuable to Argentina.
But it's the house I want to talk, home, and Irene, because I have no importance. I wonder what Irene would have done without tissue. One can reread a book, but when a pull-over is finished you can not repeat it without a fuss. One day I found the bottom drawer of the dresser filled with shawls camphor white, green, lilac. Were with naphthalene, stacked like a haberdashery, not had the nerve to ask Irene what he thought to do with them. We did not need to make a living, every month the money came from the fields and the money grew. But Irene only entertained the tissue, showed great skill and me were the times I saw him as hedgehogs silver hands, needles back and forth and one or two baskets on the floor where the balls were stirring constantly . It was beautiful.
How not to remember the layout of the house. The dining room with tapestries, the library and three large bedrooms were on the most removal, facing Rodriguez Peña. Only a hallway with solid oak door isolating this part of the front wing where there was a bathroom, kitchen, bedroom and living our core, which communicated the bedroom and hallway. They entered the house through a porch tiles and the central door was the living room. So one came through the hall, opened the gate and went into the living room; teníaa sides of our bedroom doors, and across the hall conducíaa the most withdrawn, advancing by corridor will cross the threshold of oak and beyond the other began side of the house, or you could turn left just before the gate and follow a narrow passageway leading to the kitchen and bathroom. When the door was open, a warning that the house was very large, otherwise gave the impression of a department that are built now, just to move, Irene and I always lived in this part of the house, almost never went beyond the oak door, except for cleaning, it is amazing how the land board furniture. Buenos Aires is a clean city, but that it owes its people and nothing else. Too much land in the air, just blow a gust can feel the dust on the marble console and between the diamonds of the folders in macramé, provides work out well with a feather duster, flying and suspended in the air A moment later redeposited in furniture and pianos.
I always remember clearly because it was simple and without unnecessary circumstances. Irene was knitting in her bedroom, it was eight in the evening and it suddenly occurred to me to fire the kettle's mate. I went to the hall to confront the oak door ajar, and turned around the elbow that led to the kitchen when I heard something in the dining room or library. The sound came vague and dull, like a chair tipped over on the carpet or a muffled murmur of conversation. We also heard at the same time or a second later, in the end of the hallway he brought from those parts to the door. I threw myself against the door before it was too late, slammed supporting the body; fortunately the key was on our side and also ran the great bolt for safety.
I went to cooking, boiling the kettle, and when I got back with the tray of mate, I said to Irene:
"I had to close the hall door. Have taken the part of the fund.
He dropped the fabric and looked at me with serious eyes tired.
- Are you sure?
nodded.
"So," picking up the needles, we have to live on this side.
I raged mate carefully, but it took a while to resume its work. I remember knitting a gray vest, a jacket that I liked.
The first few days we felt sad because we had both left in the part taken many things we wanted. My books of French literature, for example, were all in the library. Irene missed some folders, a pair of slippers that both warm in winter. I felt my pipe juniper and I think Irene thought a bottle of Hesperidin many years. Often (but this only happened the first few days) we closed a drawer of the comfortable and we watched with sadness.
She's not here.
And it was something more than what we had lost the other side of the house.
But we also had advantages. Cleaning is simplified so that even getting up very late, at half past nine, for example, did not give the eleven and we were passive. Irene became accustomed to go with me to the kitchen and help prepare lunch. I think about it and decided this: while I was preparing lunch, Irene cook dishes to eat cold night. We are happy because it is always annoying to have to leave the dormitory during the evening and start to cook. Now we do with the table in the bedroom of Irene and deli food sources.
Irene was happy because he had more time to knit. I was a little lost because of the books, but not to grieve for my sister I started reviewing the collection of Dad's stamp, and that helped me kill time. We had fun, each in his affairs, often meeting in Irene's room was more comfortable. Sometimes Irene said
-Look at this point that occurred to me. Do not give a picture of clover?
A while later it was me who put him in the eyes of a small square of paper that he saw the merit of a seal of Eupen and Malmedy. We were fine, and gradually we began to think not. You can live without thinking.
(When Irene dreamed aloud I unveiled soon. I never could get used to that statue or parrot voice, a voice that comes is the dream and not the throat. Irene said dream consisted of large shocks that were sometimes dropped the blanket. Our bedroom had the living of the middle, but at night you could hear anything in the house. We could hear breathing, coughing, foresaw the gesture that leads to the key on the nightstand, the mutual and frequent insomnia.
Other than that all was quiet in the house. By day, rumors were domestic, rubbing metal knitting needles, a crack to turn the pages of stamp album. The oak door, I think I said, was solid. In the kitchen and bathroom, which were playing the part taken, we started to talk louder or Irene singing lullabies. In a kitchen there is too much noise of china and glass to break into her other sounds. Very few times we allowed the silence there, but when the bedroom Tornabe and living, then put the house quiet and dimly lit, until we stepped more slowly so as not to disturb. I think that was why night, when Irene started to dream high voice, I unveiled soon).
repeat is almost the same except the consequences. At night I feel thirsty, and before bed I told Irene that went to the kitchen to serve a glass of water. From the bedroom door (she was knitting) I heard the noise in the kitchen, perhaps in the kitchen or maybe in the bathroom because the side of the aisle turned off the sound. Irene was struck my how sharp paused, and came to me without saying a word. We were listening to the sounds, clearly noting that they were on this side of the oak door in the kitchen and bathroom, or in the hallway right where the elbow began almost next to us.
not even looked at. Irene pressed the arm and made me run to the inner door, without turning back. The noises were heard louder, but still muffled behind us. I slammed the gate and stayed in the hall. Now there was no sound.
-have taken this part, "said Irene. The tissue was hanging from the hands and the yarn went up to the gate and lost below. When he saw that the balls were on the other hand, let the fabric without looking.
- Did you have time to bring anything? I asked needlessly.
"No, nothing.
We were with the job. I remembered fifteen thousand pesos in the wardrobe in my bedroom. It was late now.
As I had the watch, saw that it was eleven o'clock at night. I walked around with my arm Irene waist (I think she was crying) and went outside. Before leaving I pity, though I closed my door and threw away the key to the sewer. Lest some poor devil was stealing happen and get into the house, at that time and taken home.
Julio Cortázar
touch your mouth with a finger touch the edge of your mouth, I draw as if out of my hand as if for the first time your mouth opened a little, and I just close your eyes to undo it and I create every time I want to mouth, mouth to my hand chooses and sketches on the face, a mouth chosen from all, with sovereign freedom of choice for me to draw with my hand your face, and which by some chance I do not seek to understand coincides exactly with your mouth that smiles beneath my hand that you draw.
look at me, at me closely, more closely and then we play cyclops, ever looked at more closely and our eyes get bigger, closer together, overlap and the cyclops look, breathing confusion, their mouths are and struggle in gentle warmth, biting with their lips, barely holding their tongues on their teeth, playing in corners where a heavy air comes and goes with an old perfume and a silence. Then my hands go hide in your hair, slowly stroke the depth of your hair while we kiss as if our mouths were full of flowers or fish, with lively movements and dark fragrance. And if we bite the pain is sweet, and if we are drowning in a brief and terrible surge of breath, that instant death is beautiful. And there is one hard and one flavor of ripe fruit, and I feel you tremble against me like a moon on the water. Julio Cortázar
