February 2010
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WatchYou let me violate you You let me desecrate you You let me penetrate you You let me complicate you (Help me…) I broke apart my insides (Help me…) I’ve got no soul to sell (Help me…) The only thing that works for me Help me get away from myself, I wanna fuck you like an animal I wanna feel you from the inside I wanna fuck you like an animal My whole existence...
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Be Polite!
If you are teaching a foreign language to someone, you must explain some details about culture. I have a story to tell. A book was playing the teacher’s role for that autodidatic student, but a book can’t solve all the questions a learner has.
The exercise was clear: ‘Describe this person!’ pointing to a child. Well, as the central theme from this chapter was how to say...
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WatchThis is one of my fave musical ever! Today I woke up with this soundtrack on my mind and ‘all that jazz’. Hmmm…
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Come on babe Why don’t we paint the town And all that jazz… I’m gonna rouge my knees...
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Behind APP...
… there are programmers (!!!) . Sometimes I still think that the most boring thing for developers is exactly the time they need to test their own app. Am I right? Sure I am.
“Don’t allow Tumblr to publish without asking me” -> If I answer ‘Yes’ means that I’m waiting for a Dialog Box that will display WHEN I want to publish something. Tsc!!!
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Testing...
Eins, Zwei, DIE!!!
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Watch* Love the Drums!!! I’m NOT a fan from Coldplay but this song is epic and I must admit!!! *
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So I look in your direction But you pay me no attention, do you? I know you don’t listen to me ‘Cause you say you see straight through me, don’t you? But on and on ...
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Routine Implementation
That’s another story that starts in a bar and ends in the way home. I must say that sometimes I prefer staying home, reading something and listening to the kind of music I like. It’s not selfish or even asocial, it’s about the possibilities I have to see my life passing through hours. But If I’m in a bar with friends doesn’t matter how much time we’ll stay...
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Viel mehr als diese Visitenkarte, die er ihr im letzten Moment gegeben hatte, war es der Wink des Zufalls (das Buch, Beethoven, die Nummer sechs, die gelbe Bank im Park), der ihr den Mut gab, von zu Hause wegzugehen und ihr Leben zu verändern. Vielleicht sind es diese Zufälle gewesen (übrigens recht bescheiden und farblos, dieser unbedeutenden Stadt wahrhaft würdig), die ihre Liebe in Bewegung...
