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Bien pues esta morra se hace llamar Denise Milani tiene una pagina de paga en la que presenta varias sesiones de fotos (no porno el concepto es un poco mas "artístico") y una especie de diario en la que cuenta lo que hace cada pinche día, la morra es europea pero según esto vive en California , y sin mas que agregar, les dejo unas imágenes que me robe desde su site  bájense el pack que esta al final de esta nota  contiene varias sesiones de fotos en total son 231 imágenes, visitenla no se arrepentirán    la page es esta beautifuldenise.com

orenles pueeercooos disfrutenlas...

y ahora el pack prometido...

click pa' bajarlo...

click pa' bajartelo!...

Ok, scusatemi, oggi sono piuttosto euforica. Molto meglio rispetto a soli 7 giorni fa. Sarà perché sto iniziando ad abituarmi alla mia nuova situazione. Diciamo che il passato adesso è passato e mi sto concentrando sul presente. Anche perché non credo di avere molta scelta. Ogni volta che mi succede di buttarmi giù e poi mi passa, mi viene sempre in mente una frase e direi che spesso è così che vanno le cose. Ora che ci faccio caso, nella vita succedono cose che mai potresti immaginarti e cose che invece ritieni scontate. O_o

Okok, chiudo qui per oggi, non entriamo troppo nel filosofico, o ci si friggerebbe il cervello XD
Come ho già fatto la scorsa volta, e come ho intenzione di fare ogni volta, scriverò una frasuccia, che mi piace e mi sembra veritiera.

LASCIA CHE SIA IL TEMPO A SISTEMARE LE COSE.
(non so se sia esattamente così, ma a me interessa il senso della frase)

Grazie per avermi seguito anche oggi ^_^
Alla prossima settimana!
dalla Nena

Eccoci qui, è arrivato il mio debutto nel blog di Dani. In un certo senso mi sento come un giornalista di una rivista settimanale. Solo che posso parlare liberamente, di tutto ciò che voglio. Il che è un bene, un momento di sfogo a grandi linee. Sto scrivendo da cani, lo so, ma il fatto è che non so bene di cosa parlarvi. O per lo meno non trovo nulla di così interessante. La mia vita per il momento non è così interessante. Ma che dico, è quasi deprimente. Per me che la sto vivendo, per lo meno. Sono entrata nel mondo dei liceali – tecnicamente, ginnasiali -, ho lasciato l’ “infanzia” alle spalle, sto crescendo ogni giorno di più. Il problema è che non mi sento pronta. Affatto. Insomma, solo pochi mesi fa ero una quattordicenne che viveva nel suo mondo perfetto, sapeva cosa stava facendo e se ne fregava altamente del futuro. Ora sono ancora quella quattordicenne. O vorrei continuare ad esserlo. Ma temo sia impossibile. Ormai devo orientarmi sul futuro, concentrarmi su dove voglio arrivare e su cosa dovrò affrontare. Ma non me la sento! Non fa per me crescere. O almeno, in questo momento non fa per me.

Ci sono due giorni a cui non penso mai: ieri e domani.
_ dal film “Tre metri sopra il cielo” _
(lo so cosa pensate, ma la frase mi è piaciuta molto)

Grazie dell’attenzione!
Alla prossima!
dalla Nena

The song totally riffs Romeo Void's "Never Say Never" but whatever. It's a great tune. The early 80s was perhaps the only time German music (or English retreads of German language songs) was ever cool in this country. Nena's "99 Luftballons." Falco's "Der Kommissar..."

Here's the vid for the English-language version we all know.

I suppose I could have regarded this as a bad omen, but the bright, if cold sunshine brightened more than the day. So much so that the sight of two bright red hot air balloons soaring over the Sidlaw hills on my way into work made me feel almost romantic. I had, foolishly as it turns out, suggested a balloon flight to Otloml as a fiftieth birthday present. He was not very keen. I did not realise that his desire to visit Marrakesh at that time would translate so easily into an adulterous trip to Egypt with Her so litlte later. I had pooh-poohed Marrakesh, mainly because the dates Otloml found were outwith school holidays. Then when Egypt was offered for “free” I suppose I gave in, knowing Otloml fancied an exotic holiday. Morrocan belly dancers offering him entertainment would it seems have been less dangerous than the show given to him in Cairo by the giant-nippled woman from Elgin. But I had no crystal ball to foresee that.

This morning the gently soaring flight of the balloons, visible for about half my bus journey did look attractive. It reminded me slightly of that old song: “Ninety-nine Red Balloons” by Nena. Yes, it would be cold taking a flight at that time of day, but we could snuggle together, suitably dressed and warmed maybe by a glass or two of champagne. Yes, the journeys taken by balloom are at the mercy of the air currents. You might find yourself landing somewhere really depressing like Methil or Kelty in Fife, but it would have the thrill of the novel! Sadly, unless Otloml is hiding a winning lottery ticket, I think our feet will remain firmly rooted to the ground.

It seems at work, my good humour was apparent. I was reminded it was Monday morning. We had no reason to be cheerful and I was smiling too much. How little my colleagues realise that this good humour needs active encouragement given my deep depression since June. For most of them though, there is no interest in another’s well-being. Remember these are some of the people who watched me stagger along school corridors, scarcely able to maintain my balance, without any question. Easier not to ask: they might have had to do something about my epilepsy.

Am I just an old cynic? Probably. I was still cheerful though when our new father returned to work after his statutory fortnight of paternity leave. I had thought that he might take off more time on unpaid leave, but baby Amber is apparently noisy and collicy. School may seem quite attractive. At least it means we won’t get “please takes” for his classes. As all my colleagues advised him what to do for the baby, I just said I wouldn’t give any advice as my only baby experience is with puppies. Quite similar he seemed to think. I pointed out that the baby might be slightly easier to look after if the new parents are using nappies. I know there are some new wave types who think nappies are unnecessary….

The mystical quality of this Monday was only revealed by an item on B.B.C. news. Stonhenge is having an archaeological dig- the first for forty years. The only time I was there was in the fifties and you would have been hard-pressed to find a clear spot to excavate, so great were the crowds. Although I adore Thomas Hardy’s use of the place in “Tess of the Durbevilles”, it always seems to me to have been a bit over exposed by druids. The new idea is that it was really some sort of holistic healing venue and the famous blue stones were used as healing agencies. Something about pilgrims chipping bits off the blue sarcens to aid recovery. Then it was all totally spoilt by the announcer revealing the “news” item to be an elaborate plug for a “Timewatch” programme.

I cheered myself up by finding out a bit more about the International Surrealist Exhibition in Edinburgh. I had seen something about this in a paper last week and thought it would give Otloml and I a focus other than Elgin He has always adored Dali’s work. They share the eleventh of May as their birth-date and so I think Otloml felt there was a bond. We have been to Glasgow several times to see the” Christ of Saint John of the Cross” which used to dominate a stair wall in Kelvin Grove Art Gallery, moved to the Saint Mungo Museum of Religious Life and Art where it did not look so impressive and may now be back at Kelvin Grove. Strangely a visit to the Dali Museum in Paris was rather a let down. I was not quite as cynical as I had been on seeing The Book of Kells in Dublin, which looked like a reproduction to me, but we were both disappointed by the Parisian display. Hopefully this gathering of works by Dali, Miro and Ernst will excite. There will certainly be the compensation that the Dean Gallery is not charging admission . The cost of seeing Tracey Emin’s work the other month still grates.

Otloml seems to think we can combine culture with wine as he has received note of a tasting organised by The Edinburgh Wine Merchants. I would quite like to include a trip to Brian Drumm. For Otloml,not me. I am not sure whom he most closely resembles- Edgar Winter or a “Myths and Legends” period Rick Wakeman

Now, Nena's here. And I think she wants some competition with Frank's strength. I don't know which side I'm on in this issue.

Let me explain, see, if there'll be stronger winds until tomorrow, then there'll be no class. (Yahooooo!) I can spend the rest of my day in bed, drinking milk, reading a good book or use the internet if connection's okay. (But I dont't really give a damn if there's no intarwebs. At least I could partly save my eyes from rising grades of nearsightedness and astigmatism and don't forget higher risks of earlier blindness. Nooooo!.)

But if there is an announcement that we should come to Pisay tomorrow. I won't miss it. Just so that I can't be left behind from the class.

This is all I gotta say. (I think.)

And Baha, maybe now's okay. : )

Para leer la nota completa accede al siguiente link:

http://www.lanacion.com.ar/nota.asp?nota_id=1051475

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Pois bem, eu tb já vendi e conheço algumas pessoas que conseguiram se estabelecer vendendo coisas pela net.

No mundo cômodo de hoje, cada vez mais as pessoas procuram, na internet, coisas q facilitem seu dia a dia, coisas inuteis que não estão afim de sair SÓ PARA comprar isso, presentes, até amigo secreto se faz pela interne hj, e o presente chega na casa da pessoa!

A Pri, uma amiga minha, começou brincando, e hj virou seu prórpio negócio:  www.charmebolsas.com.br 

a Internet deu oportunidade a pessoas que não encontravam espaço no dia a dia. e isso tb é válido para Música. quantos novos talentos ja foram descobertos no myspace? VÁRIOS!

É por essas e outras que eu insisto, a iNTERNET é um mundo maravilhoso, só resta vc SABER USAR!

Es sollte eine ganz moderne Form von Schule sein, in der die Kinder frei und selbstbestimmt lernen, wie und wann sie wollen. Doch die Neue Schule Hamburg, die Popstar Nena Kerner vor einem Jahr in einer Villa in Rahlstedt eröffnete, hat bislang vor allem negative Schlagzeilen gemacht. Jetzt hat die Schulbehörde die Zügel scharf angezogen: Sie hat der Schule nach Informationen von WELT ONLINE strenge Auflagen erteilt. Nur wenn die Pädagogen diese Auflagen einhalten, darf die Schule weiter betrieben werden. Irgendwie, irgendwann, irgendwo – damit dürfte es an Nenas Schule vorbei sein...

Link zum vollständigen Artikel

Ich hoffe, dass die neuen Auflagen den Schülern genügend Freiraum lassen und das Konzept des selbstbestimmten Lernens nicht zerstört wird. Trotz solch negativer Presse glaube ich nach wie vor an dieses Konzept. :-)

Zu hören ist das alte deutsche Volkslied Die Gedanken sind Frei. Dieses Lied haben ich vor vielen Jahren in der Grundschule zu singen gelernt.
Zurückdatiert wird es etwa um 1780, als der Text zum ersten Mal auf Flugblättern veröffentlicht wurde. Einige Jahrzehnte später folgte die Melodie dazu.
Zu Zeiten von politischer Unterdrückung, wurde es in der Vergangenheit immer wieder populär, da es als Audruck der Sehnsucht nach Freiheit genutzt wurde. Während der Deutschen Revolution 1848/1849 war das Lied in weiten Teilen verboten und Sophie Scholl wird auch mit dem Lied im Zusammenhang genannt. Aktuell wird es öfter bei Themen des "Überwachungsstaats" zur musikalischen Untermalung verwendet.

Bei Freiklick kann man das Lied in zwei Fassungen runterladen. Eine Live-Aufnahme während eines Konzerts von Leonhard Cohen und die einer männlichen Gesangsgruppe.

Bei YouTube habe ich noch eine Version des Lieds von Nena gefunden. Diese klingt, auf Grund der Tatsache, dass sie von einer Frau gesungen wird und somit unschuldiger klingt, noch am ehesten wie die aus der GMX Werbung.

 
Konsum:

Das Album Komm, Lieber Mai von Nena mit 12 weiteren Kinderliedern.

Regie
Greg Garcia

Hauptdarsteller
Jason Lee als Earl J. Hickey
Ethan Suplee als Randy Hickey
Jaime Presley als Joy Turner
Eddie Steeples als Darnell "Crabman" Turner
Nadine Velazquez als Catalina Aruca

Plot
Bei My Name is Earl geht es im Grunde darum, dass Earl all die miesen Taten wieder gut machen will, die er in seinem Leben angerichtet hat. Er kommt auf die Idee, nachdem er in der Lotterie 100.000$ gewinnt und 10 Sekunden spaeter von einem Auto ueberfahren wird. Er schaut waehrend seiner Genesung im Krankenhaus zufaellig Carson Daily, der ueber "das Karma" redet und sagt, dass einem Gutes widerfaehrt, wenn man Gutes tut und einem Schlechtes widerfaehrt, wenn man Schlechtes tut. Earl legt also eine Liste an, die alle seine Untaten beinhaltet und faengt an, diese Liste nach und nach abzuarbeiten.

Kritik
Ich war bereits von der Serie ueberzeugt, als ich die ersten paar Minuten der Pilotfolge gesehen hatte. Es war von der Story her etwas voellig neues und wurde Schauspielerisch sehr gut besetzt. So nimmt man Ethan Suplee (besonders im O-Ton) sofort den naiven Dummkopf Randy ab, waehrend  Jaime Presley als Joy Turner so ueberzeugend spielt, dass ich sie mir gar nicht in einer anderen Rolle vorstellen kann. Die meisten Witze zuenden dank der guten Synchronisation auch, aber leider kann man gewisse Sachen nunmal nicht Sinngemaess uebersetzen, ohne den Kontext zu verfaelschen. Aber sowas kommt ja sogar bei den Simpsons vor, daher rechne ich diesen Aspekt My Name is Earl nicht sonderlich hoch an.

Ich kann weiterhin sagen, dass die erste Staffel voll mit guten Einfaellen ist, die ebenso gut umgesetzt wurden. Ich selbst habe mir die Season 1 komplett am Stueck angeschaut, da ich einfach zu sehr gefesselt war um einfach auszuschalten (auch wenn es mittlerweile 5 Uhr morgens war).
Auch alle, denen ich die Serie gezeigt habe, waren davon begeistert und erkundigten sich nach etwaigen Sendezeiten im Fernsehen. Die Serie laeuft auf RTL und kommt jeden Freitag abend um 23.30 wurde leider wieder abgesetzt, da - oh welch Wunder - die Einschaltquoten unbefriedigend waren.

Was ich auch nicht vergessen darf ist natuerlich die Musik, die in der Serie gespielt wird: Bereits in der ersten Folge bekommt man Rob Base & DJ EZ Rock's It Takes Two ("Oh mein Gott Wonda, du hast doch nicht etwa die B7 angemacht oder?") mehrfach zu hoeren waehrend in anderen Folgen Stuecke wie Thunderstruck von AC/DC oder auch Nenas gute alte 99 Luftballons  platz. Insgesamt finde ich den Soundtrack zur Serie sehr gelungen, da er sich nicht auf Instrumental- bzw Atmosphaeremusik beschraenkt sondern eher auf Lieder setzt, die Jeder kennt (und mag?) und das Ganze somit massentauglicher macht.

Warum ich so ein langes Review schreibe? Ganz einfach:

Ich versuche nur, ein besserer Mensch zu sein.

Trailer

Links
My Name is Earl bei Amazon.de
My Name is Earl Soundtrack bei Amazon.de
My Name is Earl bei OFDb.de

1. Iasomia - floarea mea preferată care emană parfumul meu preferat, înfloreşte în preajma zilei mele de naştere [am prin toate cărţile aproape, iasomie pusă la presat, mă face să zâmbesc]

2. Verdele - mă abţineam să-l pun pe listă pentru că este evident [must be GREEN, d'oh], dar este o culoare recomandată şi de psihologi ca fiind inducătoare de linişte şi relaxare. Îmi plac şi derivatele desigur, lucrurile verzi [iarba, plantele, dolarii:))]

3. Carpe Diem - nu doar expresia ci şi piesa. E cântată de Nena [celebra cântăreaţă germană] şi este foarte optimistă şi veselă. O recomand şi celor care nu înţeleg versurile

4. Tricourile bărbăteşti - cele mari şi largi [hip hop style]. Când mai am momente de deznădejde dorm într-un tricou confiscat de la un tip. Îmi dă o senzaţie de confort şi ocrotire, mă face să zâmbesc dimineaţa

5. Nestea verde - e singurul tip de suc pe care dau banii. Induce o stare de bine, deşi peste 80% din prietenii mei spun ca e amar sau are gust de săpun. Beau în medie 20 de litri de nestea verde pe săptămână, mă face să zâmbesc [şi potoleşte foarte bine setea]

6. Mircea Badea - nu exagerez, am şi scris despre asta aici. "În gura presei" m-a scos din depresii pentru că m-a făcut să râd şi mi-a deschis ochii spre ce se întâmplă în ţara asta.

7. Bedazzled - filmul pe care îl văd o dată pe lună. Dacă l-aţi văzut ştiţi de ce mă face să zâmbesc, dacă nu - uitaţi-vă acum!

8. Mere coapte - mama îmi facea când eram mică şi eu le consideram cele mai tari dulciuri. Îmi fac mereu toamna, îmi place parfumul lor şi felul în care se caramelizează

9. Fratele meu - personajul meu preferat:) E real dar este genul de copil pe care îl vezi în toate comediile şi cu care ţi-ar plăcea să fii rudă. Eu sunt:)

10. Prunele - fructele mele preferate. Ştiu, ştiu 0 exotic, dar prunele au efect foarte pozitiv asupra mea, daca prune nu e - nimic nu e:P

I veri amici sono quelli che ti rimangono accanto quando il resto del mondo se ne va.
_trovata in giro su internet XD_

Grazie per avermi seguito anche oggi!
Al prossimo mercoledì!

dalla Nena

morgen aflevering 2: Jaap vraagt of Lieke hem wil aftrekken.

nrreclame