Sunday, December 21, 2008

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She did not point the nose to my party after all. Nor that of my uncle, nor my aunt (today). We who have been waiting almost nine months, which had hoped to see her before the scheduled date, though we were rolled by Miss ON-KNOW-DO-NOT-YET-NAME-IS-IT-UP.
It is not yet late, since it is scheduled for December 24. The star is long overdue. She leaves behind the desired scene where she floats since last March. When she let fall the curtain? (Or rather, tear ...)
Patience parents, the big day will come soon enough.

Thursday, December 11, 2008

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Finally on leave!



After 8 and a half months to grow before our eyes and not knowing how to move, I finally finished working! It was time. As my boss said I was fat and made the many stairs to reach my office had become an obstacle! ;)
Do I have to wait to burst my waters to give birth, not to make my nights for a reason other than my 8 pee ...
In the meantime, I rest. At least, I try to do in my sudden urges to some food for Christmas pies, sugar pies, cookies, chocolates, quiches, profiteroles, donuts pe ... My Lovely hood: I AM NOT STOP! Tie me someone that I enjoy the last moments to relax. Okay, it is useless, I would find a way to keep me away haha! It removes
not that I'm not at all in a holiday season coming up. And you?

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

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The circumference of Love - Chapter 21

It was late when I push the door of my home. Maybe a little too much.
I stop in the corridor that serves me input. Phew! Tonight I put on my moccasins. I shoeless an expert movement of the foot. Thing I could not do with my boots. These crap cost me an arm, and all for what? So I spent a quarter of an hour to put them on, and as much for me apart. Sometimes more, depending on the thickness of my blood. Able to return
alcoholic, I did not even bother to turn on the light. I throw my bag directly to the living room couch. Noise it emits cushioning its landing, I deduce that for once, I did not miss my target. The lamp that sits beside the sofa spend one more night.
I enter my room. Still in the dark most complete, I undress. The first layers collapse at the foot of my bed. I finished my support by sending m'éplucher bra in the approximate direction of the chair / coat rack. The rest - and it's no big thing - slipping down my legs and crashed to the ground limply. The bed
who handed me the sheets, is hosting my naked body of a grinding satisfaction. I'm back in it. The gentle caress of the fabric on my bare skin and calms me reference a few years back.
I was licensed. I agree with my boyfriend at a party Erasmus. Erasmus language student it means destruction of a livable place by a tribe of supernumerary students with a little blood in alcohol . It is also synonymous with binge alcoholic, and horrible hangover. This evening I had gone to explore a lexical fields declined in BAC levels. The memories I have are slightly diffuse, drowned in a green absinthe cheap. Liquid that had overwhelmed my companion, forced to leave the party without asking his left to avoid being sick to his beloved. I saw him run away. A condition that is considered to run, the fact of staggering quickly from side to side trying to go straight.
So I look up to pitch the way out. It is with some regret that I let slip. Anyway, I was well strapped him home, being myself in a terrible state. No sooner had I set foot at home that I had to run to the toilet. It was the first time I vomited from drinking too much. The spasms that shook my body to expel the poison green, I still feel.
I confessed to him a few weeks later that I too had been ill. Pride. And to preserve my image of little girl that I saw reflected in her eyes. In fact, it was not really an image. I was this little girl who had never tasted the delights of the flesh.


Colin Vettier

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

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name? My belly

As our small chip will point the nose very, very soon we will have to fix our choice on a name. There is reluctance from the beginning between Annabelle and Magalie, the charming preferring the first, second and me. Which choose?
Suggestions?

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

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popular demand (well, of Thessaly), a text on my impressions of my beautiful face (quote Thessa) belly.

See you one week to reach my tapants 8 months, I am jaded. Jaded this bulky belly, sore belly up, contractions 1 month before the time, lack of elasticity that stretches my skin ...
Nine months is a long time! I'm still happy not to be an elephant (on the belly, I can make it almost ... I just need the tube ..: P) is two years for them, phew!
Evolution of belly, month by month
-1 to 3 months: in addition to nausea, no consciousness of being pregnant. In the eyes of others, I'm at the stage where I just look fat, not pregnant.
-3 to 6 months: The belly is taking place, you feel the baby move.
-6 to 8 months: the baby we "climb" squarely in the ribs, our belly undulates according to his movements, he speaks and he reacts. We are already starting to "not sleep through the night": P

Besides my écoeurantite acute feel heavy and unable to get up out of bed properly, like pregnancy. Especially at 7 months when I'm already starting to contact my little chip, that she awoke to feel her little heel in my ribs.
To see all the people struggling for me to get the best seat in the car, seeing people who normally would laugh to see me stick on the ice in the winter I reach out to support me, my boyfriend who makes me more massages than usual (there's a subliminal message here: P) I'm really

with the best person in the world to have a child, a charm that takes care of me, telling me that I'm beautiful when I feel ugly and gigantic, which I want despite the paunch that separates us ...

Pregnancy is the experience of my life the most complex and most beautiful at once. The result will be even more confusing and intense.

Thursday, November 6, 2008

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The Circumference of Love - Chapter 20-3

We come out, just idle. Apart from young people noisily occupy a terrace improvised. By all indications, the degree of impairment of the group has reached an advanced stage. Enough draw their bellowing incomprehensible that do not cover the sounds of broken glass and furniture battered.
time to consider a fallback, we are assailed by a man with a good thirty years. No, not forty. Dynamic class and rather pretty drunk though largely clairvoyant. After blowing me just because I am a woman, he addressed to Christopher: "The twenty-first century you know what? "Recognizing the state
alcohol advanced his interlocutor, Christophe hesitated
" Uh, no, but I feel that you'll tell me.
- Ideally, the twenty-first century is the century of the woman!
- Oh? How?
- You want me to explain what point of view? "
There is no doubt that the madman waits for the magic word is dropped. The word that he will release a flood of passionate words. This card is of course "sexually". Christopher tries to avoid the subject.
"From a sociological point of view? "Without
success.
"Ah, you're sure you not prefer me to explain why the twenty-first century will be that of the woman, sexually? "He smiles and nods
. Not that it bothers him to talk about sexuality with a stranger - I remember having conversations shared some particularly shameless - but it seems somewhat understand the answer.
It is rather cold, and the perspective to see how married life of an elder can be as thrilling as a film Lelouche, do enchants only partially.
"Women today, they all have sex toys. And we in? What are we for? "
Shit!
It is true that sex toys penetrate gradually the habits of women of the XXI century. Gift naughty, joke student, or fashion accessory, many of them has one. Generally warm in a closet, hidden between two sweaters. A few years ago, a friend gave me a vibrator. I first found for more than doubtful. With time, this "small" object has been very helpful.
However, should sound the alarm - if nothing else? Is that announced the death of the phallus as a biological organism? This question, I am sure, worried more than one. Yet it would take for a fuel pump and oil. If rabbits
vibrating balls, dildos and other geisha in the large size, are now fully integrated into the wardrobe of any modern woman, they are in fact a new form of entertainment. An alternative sexuality somehow shameful to date, it has since largely democratized.

Since time immemorial, men masturbate, so why not women? Because it bothered many of these gentlemen, they would feel utterly useless and would have no alternative but to leave the tail between legs. In a male-dominated society to the end of the limb, it will be outrageous. The nuclear bomb, the size of radioactive waste, global warming ... all the hell cares. This is no longer afraid that some activists to whom he is still a semblance of civic awareness and environmentally friendly. For cons, the advent of the vibrator, the whole world trembles!
The XXI century will be that of a woman no doubt. Of the liberated woman, its taboos, habits a bit lighter. The twenty-first century will be that of the woman alive, or will not. This century will be mine.

Colin Vettier