Monday, March 7, 2011

Where Can I Watchmega Man 2010



Why Carnival is celebrated for centuries in this time of year in which to avoid hibernation, you can dress up the dust of the Swiffer? Why

Carnival Has Been Celebrated for Centuries in this time of the year, During Which the only costume you can wear to not die in the cold is one of the Swiffer dust?




Friday, March 4, 2011

Redken Color Conversion Wella

More than a watch - More than a clock

7:05, the bus stop I see the same faces.
's one of those cases where the routine I do not mind at all: here comes the usual clerical mustache, glasses and a backpack, is beyond the Chinese mother with her three sons polite, next to Mrs. me crazy ... All of them are on my watch, yes, my yardstick for measuring the time and even today, in spite of everything are on time!
I go on 90, which today is incredibly timely, and just sitting at my usual place I see that there too, the girl with those big blue eyes, and bangs liscissima look so sweet.
I think today has come out in a hurry too: breakfast on the fly with pre-packaged croissant!

"Hello, how are you?"


Toh, many years and I see that I had never heard his voice!


"Well, thanks and you?"
meets the man sitting in front of her.

"Oh, fine, but I lost my job ..."

He lost his job ... It 'a perfect stranger, yet the news has affected me and a little' me sad.

I look at it better, the tone in which he speaks is a bit 'dejected, and believe it, but her smile radiates strength, confidence, desire to not give up, I naturally hope that my heart will soon find its way!
This thought makes me open my eyes and people on the bus is no longer an amorphous mass of chatter and yawns.
The man in front of the girl, for example, two rings on her finger. A widower ... But it is not, because even though his daughter is graduating in a distant city, is always present in his life.
Or those couple by the window: a mortgage, many bills, an ad on Portaportese to find what they need at a good price. More or less like mom and dad.
Or that guy who goes over the lesson, ripped jeans and headphones in your ears ... That anxiety before an exam! As if to support him wipe a few minutes before you give me some more points ...
quell'operaio O, probably Europe, taking advantage of the bus ride to rest a bit more '... Who knows how long is standing ... It reminds me so much the gentleman who worked at the IUSM ... All the day up and down the building to do cleaning, pay for studies to his son and give him a more secure future of his ...
... All day to leave flyers dressed as a tray of sushi, to give his parents a more serene old age ...
All with their thoughts, their passions, their adventures, all day all "..." To build a life, just like me.
Oh no, these people are much more than just a watch ... Good day to you all!

7:05, at the bus stop I always see the faces of everyday examination.
It's one of those times when I like the usual routine: the usual clerk is arriving, with his little moustaches and his backpack, there I can see the usual Chinese mum, with her three and well educated children, near me the extravagant woman...
They're all my clock, yes, my way to measure time and today too, despite of everything, I'm on time!

I get on the 90, that today is incredibly punctual, and as I sit on my usual seat I see there she is too, the girl with big blue eyes, the smooth fringe and that sweet look.
Probably she left her home quickly too, today, cos she's having breakfast just now, with a pre-packaged brioche!

"Good morning, how are you?"


Oh, I've seen her for years and I've never heard her voice before!


"Fine, thanks and you?" answers the man in front of her.

"Ehm, fine too, but I lost my job..."

She lost her job... I don't know her at all, but the news strike me and make me a bit sad anyway.

I look at her with different eyes: the way she talks about it is a bit disconsolate, and I can see why, but her smile shows strength, hope, willing to not give up; it comes so natural to hope with all my heart she'll find her own way!
My eyes are open now and people on the bus aren't just a chatting-yawning blob.
The man in front of the girl, for example: two wedding rings. A widower. But he's not alone, cos, even if his daughter is graduating in a town far from here, she's always present in his life.

Or those spouses near the window: a loan, a lot of bills to pay, a newspaper ad to look for something they need at a good price. More or less like my mum and dad.
Or that boy revising the lesson, ripped jeans and headphones in his ears... That anxiesty before an examination! Like if revising the book few minutes before that, could make me know more about it...
Or that worker, probably coming from Eastern Europe, sleeping a bit more on the bus... I wonder at what his alarm went off... He reminds me that man working at the University... All day running up and down the stairs of the building to clean it, to pay school taxes to his son and give him a safer future...
... All day dispensing flyers, dressed as a sushi tray, to give his parents a more peaceful old age...
All of them with their thoughts, their hobbies, their adventures, all of them doing "..." all day, to build their life, just like me.
Well, no, These People Are Much More Than Just a clock ... And you all have a nice day!

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Senegal Refugees Camp

Orange Blossom: Chastity - Orange Flowers: Chastity

will be that I have recently rediscovered an old cartoon in which the flowers are co-stars, who will always have been fascinated by their colors, their perfumes and the meaning attributed to it, but I decided to dedicate a bit 'more attention to flowers and their symbolism that lies behind them.
So, no, I'm getting married, at least for now ...
The language of flowers or florigrafia had the greatest development in the nineteenth century to express precisely through the flowers, feelings which could not always be outsiders openly. In this era were even published several books on the subject, often linked by beautiful illustrations.

Maybe it's cos Lately I Re-Discovered an old cartoon in Which flowers are co-protagonists, maybe it's cos Their colors, smells and meanings people give Them, But I Decided to devoted more attention to flowers and symbolism Around Them.
So, no, I'm not getting married, at least not now ...
Language of flowers, Also Called florigraphy, HAD ITS main diffusion During 19th century, When People Could show, Precisely with flowers, They Often Could Openly feelings show. During this time many books about it Were released, Often correlated by beautiful illustrations.


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The first flower of which you want to talk about is the Zagara :-)

The first flower I'll talk to you about is the Zagara :-)



The Zagara is the flower of citrus fruits and, more particularly, of orange, lemon and bergamot, and flowers, depending on species, from March to May.
Its name is derived from zahara (bright white) and Zahr (flower). [ * ]


Many legends relate the Orange Blossom to marry.

One of them said that one day long ago, the King of Spain was a gift from a princess of a plant orange.
The plant was so beautiful, its so fragrant flowers and its fruits so rich, that the king he would never separate, and when he asked an ambassador a twig, the king of jealousy firmly denied.
But the ambassador, who wanted at all costs, that branch, addressed the court gardener, fulfilling his desire.
To reward the ambassador gave him as many as 50 gold coins, which the gardener gave as dowry to his daughter, allowing her to marry, because until then nobody had ever taken in marriage, because of its poverty.
The long-awaited wedding day, the girl, her hair adorned with a sprig of orange blossom, just because the plant was to her happiness. [ * ]

Over time, the Christian tradition has made it a symbol of purity and chastity: the white Zagara the bride is a virgin, and after the wedding will be ready to become mother, as well as the flowers become orange juicy fruit.
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The heady scent of the flowers contrasts anxiety and herbal medicine in the Zagare are even used for treating insomnia.
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Inoltre da questi deliziosi fiorellini vengono estratte essenze utilizzate nella produzione di profumi, acque di colonia e svariati prodotti dolciari.

 
Zagara is the citrus flower and, precisely, the word indicate the orange, lemon and bergamot flower, and it blooms, depending on the species, from March to May.
Its name comes from the Arabian zahara (shining of white) and zahr (flower).

Several legends link the orange flower to the idea of marriage.

One of them says that, once upon a time, a princess gave an orange tree as present to the king of Spain.
The plant was so beautiful, its flowers had such a lovely smell and its fruits were so rich, that the king never wanted to be separated from it and, when an ambassador asked him if he could have a little branch of it, the king firmly refused.

But the ambassador, who wanted it at all costs, asked the branch to the king's gardener, who gave it to him.
To reward him the ambassador gave him 50 gold coins, which the gardener gave to his daughter as dowry. After that she could finally get married, until that time no one wanted her as a wife indeed, as she was so poor.
The day of her marriage, the girl decorated her hair with orange flowers, cos she owed them her happiness.


In time, with Christian tradition the flower became a symbol of purity and chastity: the white Zagara represent the virgin bride, who'll be ready to be mother after the marriage, just like the orange flowers will become juicy fruits.


The intense smell of these flowers contrasts anxiety and phytotherapy uses Zagara against insomnia.
Furthermore essences are extracted from these lovely flowers, to be used in making perfumes, eau de cologne and Various confectionery products.

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Well, that history and how many quality hides this little flower!
Personally I love the scent and, as I happen to many other plants, spessomi meeting with his nose buried between her branches! XD
To make a tribute to then orange blossom or some romantic who wants to send a message in the language of flowers, here is my Fimo-Zagara!

In conclusion, what a story and how many hidden qualities in this little flower!
Personally I love its smell and, as it happens to me with other plants too, I often find myself sinking my nose in its branches! XD
So, as a tribute to the orange flower or for someone romantic who wants to send a message with a flower, here you have my Fimo-Zagara!

Momentaneamente รจ montata su una moletta-calamita, ma eventualmente posso riprodurla ed adattarla ad altre esigenze.
At the moment it's on a magnet-peg, But, in case, I can make it again and ADAPT it to other needs.

I hope you have enjoyed these little curiosity, of course, if you know anything more about it, corrections and suggestions are welcome :-)

Good day to you all! : -*

I hope you liked These curious little news, of course if you know something more about it or If You Want to correct me I'll be happy to listen to you :-)

I wish you all a nice day! : -*

Alloderm For Gum Graft



Carnival is approaching (for some it is already started) and the theme of the festival which will be "famous couples".
a simple dress but I have to look sexy, which is not vulgar but women who do not leave me too many parts of the body uncovered, but that does not make me look fat with all that stuff on me .... I'll never not ahahahhaha .. Actually .. yes, I dress for women ... almost invisible almost ....

Delusions aside, I leave you with my last work, commissioned by Francy, sent yesterday: Aversa direction. We hope to arrive in time for her wedding so will have time to see it!

Tray Diabolik - Eva Kant