Sunday, August 30, 2009

Ivory Wedding Centerpieces

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Alchemy of introversion


has always and forever, in some people, the brain and the body decided to go its own way and meditate in secret to be confided to the world around them. Any means of expression is so protected, a decoy or a nothing to evacuate a surplus of information enclosed disposable in a spiral. Too much detail present and future lead to destabilization and social withdrawal, rather than assimilating, digesting and responding, they cash and tries unsuccessfully to manage.

Yet when one is alone or in small groups, no discomfort, it can almost be yourself. The fear of the unknown, the desire to adapt and fear of failure that would reflect our whole person are therefore responsible for all these ills. Where is the line giving us room for error while maintaining a certain well-being? Is this a function of time, intensity meetings, the rate of alcohol that was in the blood? Or is it simply a problem of self-confidence, esteem or self-interest for the superfluous?

Facing inhibitions by the provocation in order to unravel the mystery of others, evacuating aggressive waves of human beings on which is affixed still a question mark while trying to identify a value that we can barely to draw the sketch in his heart, these are the eternal masturbation body that agitate the introvert. The latter needs space, a frame in which it has a loophole any destabilizing situation. He does not find themselves trapped in a vicious psychological intimate and feels the need to observe an escape route that will never change but that will comfort, at least he will feel.

Now all existence can not be reduced to a shadow welfare, that it has acquired by management and not by the presence and stature. Introversion and paranoia rarely let go of the hand and contribute together to destroy any form of action or release of the person over whom they exercise authority. The Great Confinement

may stem from a too strong attachment to humans. The introvert overestimates the miserable existence of the Human Being, sees a treasure, too much rationality, and focuses on every detail that is continuously saturated. Therefore, any cigarette, simple glass of wine that is made to last when there is nothing else, become great remedies to tackle this evil. The action counts more than the intended purpose, it camouflages the introvert for most of his confrontation with the Other. In sum

introversion, paranoia and timidity are vices that are acquired at birth. Individuals would off more or less depending on their experience, their education and outlook on life. Become loose due to the barriers that we arrive to install between the self and the world, this is the fight that the introvert has long since lost. Manage attacks human beings, such is his way of surviving.

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

How Much Cost Sebaceous Cyst

Lou wrinkles


Born down my ass, all I did was sit on you for many years. Sometimes I'll ventilated, made you vomit a good chocolate and churros wipe your mouth with a towel. We were like hand in glove and I made you a learning beneficial to our coexistence. Then came the period teenager, one where you are wedded to the infinitive to have the skater style. You spent so ass to mouth with no real transition. Sometimes you first name is Lou and you came with a violence in the pit of our sensitive ears.

Then this dreaded period arrived without that we can do anything. As if I was a face at all times, you came to fix my expressions of yesteryear, mark my ass never ride lum vitae. All these cooked that were thought to have managed, digest and forget came to stay on my forehead, my cheeks, my arms, my cock !!!!!!!!

Now it is the invasion. With 23 of your friends you trampled my Turkish delight, you crack my youth to the best of me breaking into fragments that find themselves separated forever. I having a nightmare at night stopper, I dream that my head turns into a track for motocross and it gives me endless headaches. The mirror sends me everyday a mouth that looks more and more like a puzzle. Ah, it's almost the end ...

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Replacement Globe Hampton Bay

Renaud (1954-1995)


You kiss them during the month of January because a new promotion starts, but in recent years have your sentences much changed. When did you got your gun, ammunition fell, you have swapped Dominica, muse of yesteryear, cons Romane, blonde Arielle Dombasle péroxinée version without talent. With your fellow citizens and the sores, you preferred to abandon the drawing to Dede against a brand new 4 April to justify your newsletter and green to resemble those five hundred assholes.

Yet you seem more sensitive, the Baltic is more hilarious but the poor dog without an owner which is prevented from returning to a church. Your texts corrosive flew with your voice. Now similar to nuclear waste, buries it with your ideas, but will mark the new fans of Renaud, while concealing your biography when fags stop your life. But the lost love that brought you back in the projos is now you make a fool since you've found and you got the same fact missed an entire album.

However, you may reopen the gas chambers, voted Sarko or continue to sing we love you still. You rocked our childhood, guided our lives and our opinions, you became our friend when we was alone in his room. You make one of those artists who have succeeded before the others to reintroduce musette style that prevailed in the past PTIS dances on Saturday night. And it's not the fucking white hair that you hide or slyly this faint voice at the same time as the rebel who we turn away from you. We always lay an ear to your new album if you have the wrong idea of producing others. Long life to the dead singer in you!

Sample Wedding Ceremony In Spanish

Corridor

After a dozen liters deviant, David began to feel the effects of this famous boiled. Rather than an openness to others, he gathered a withdrawal into itself, a visit from his inside lane. While alcohol fills the body of vices, the water cleans up all the holes, leaving only penetrate the body and neutral observers as possible.

The entrance to this long corridor was announced by a panel entitled "Zone modest" and was engulfed in a world increasingly bleak. But the water dripping from a couple of hours now allowed to shed some light on this passage. This long corridor is presented in the form of pits. The first gathered a group of writers who had been castrated vows of chastity in order to devote himself fully to reflect ascetic. Any absence of desire gives some insight on the existential questions of identity and land. After a long winding passage, David came into conflict with what his body was selected. Any form of Vice stopped here to leave only the Purity (note the capitalization). Vices thus took a different path and would be housed in places unknown and random.

Carried away by the flood of purity, David could not stop and felt he was not welcome in a foreign body now. The purity is therefore strange that this body can be observed without taking join? Why focus on Vice this way? Become impurity, David, not beating over his fate, was ejected at the exit of the corridor without any possibility of renewing a travel ephemeral and enigmatic. Of single particle trapped in the hollow of a tooth, David had become a waste neurotic, which had been triturated in an eventful journey. All that was good in him had not left, but he felt washed dirty, soiled by the absence of flaws. The naivete that would dress does not suit him, he manifested an ardent desire to know the fate abstract Vice. Curious now, stinking, relieved of the good things of life, David became a shit.

Sunday, August 9, 2009

Why Does Deodorant Burn?

Overview marriage among the Soninke My

My goal in this reflection, is not to make a comprehensive study of marriage among the Soninke community. This is simply to give an idea of how the Soninke celebrate their marriage. This topic can be a serious scientific study and complete may allow for those who wish to deepen their knowledge, to have sufficient information and detail on the different stages of marriage Soninke.

Marriage among the Soninke community is traditionally among members of the same clan. The different steps of this marriage, if it is a boy and a girl who marry for the first time, rigorously designed, monitored and treated by parents. The young man who falls in love with a girl who is in most cases his cousin, speaks at a Niahamala who will inform parents of the girl and those of the young boy.

Once both parties agree, the parents decide to inform other members of their families and village marabout who will "build" a marriage by religious ceremony where the boy's representative which may be his father or family member present witnesses, enter marriage with the blessing of Imam of the village. But first, after the betrothal of the young bride and groom start to go flat in the village through the "phone Arab," the young man can do an initial gesture, which will demonstrate its good will and good faith to marry the girl carrying the "tamm.

tamm This is thus regarded as a sort of "brand" which will close the door for other suitors. Which is to say that marriage among the Soninke traditionally followed, after parental consent of the intending spouses, two main steps. The first step tamm is the granting of which is a symbol of solid guarantee of the young man's determination to marry the girl. Second, it is the payment of dowry, which can also be done on the eve of the wedding. However, nowadays, the younger generations, probably influenced by schooling and contact with Western civilization "modern", are beginning to question some stages of marriage Soninke.

Thus marriage "endogenous" that is, in this context, not to take a woman in her clan is rigorously questioned. As with any challenge, there is always nostalgic for tradition. In most cases, old and young who have not been in contact with the Western world, either by school or by immigration, remain strongly attached to traditional customs of marriage. While young people who have attended school or who have been in contact with the European world through immigration protest against these customs they consider to be outdated.

The day of the celebration of marriage, the bride and groom invite their "fedalemu" to spend the day together playing cards or listening to music. Marriage among Soninke kings hard days. On the eve of marriage, the young man chooses from among his trusted friends, someone who would become his "housmanta. The housmanta is sort of the right arm of the bridegroom. He is responsible for assisting the groom throughout the wedding. The girl, too, is among his intimate friends, a girl or young woman who will play almost the same role as the boy's housmanta.

After three days of festivities, the guests begin to take leave of the newlyweds. But both housmanta remain with them until the release of "kerri Kompo (bridal chamber) Bride, a week later. On the seventh day, therefore, the friends of the bride would, together, do the laundry for the newlyweds. This detergent is a collective opportunity to publicly present "evidence" of the virginity of the girl, exposing the white sheet on which the bride and groom spent their first wedding night. But this custom begins to disappear completely from the Soninke marriage.

after washing collective above, parents of both bride and groom come together to present the clothes and other household goods of the bride. In rural Soninke, as in most African societies traditional and modern, the youth is required to prepare before the wedding, a suitcase for his future wife. Similarly, parents of the latter preparation, since their daughter is beginning to be puberty, their suitcases and all household goods that now enliven the life of the young wife in the home of her future husband.

SOUMARE Zakaria Demba

Friday, August 7, 2009

Spanish Response Card Wording

truths

was often called Mr. Aziz "the president of the poor." The nickname sticks he really the personality and deeds of him who has just found his post as head of the Supreme Judicial Mauritania? Anyway, we'll know soon. For now, be content - we pointed out that today more than yesterday, no doubt, the citizens and the Mauritanian citizens, more than ever need a leader who can listen to their misery, to find immediate and appropriate solutions. Mauritania is classified among the poorest countries in the world, despite its natural resources (oil, iron, copper, etc..) And human. To escape this poverty, the president Aziz resolution must engage in combat without thank you against the evils that are poisoning the Mauritanian society. These evils, in nature could not be more diverse and worrying concern such as poverty, corruption, ethnic favoritism or clan, the squandering of state property, illiteracy, lack of good citizenship and patriotism, etc. . All this, in fact, led the country to its destruction. There is no need today to highlight the consequences of these ills on the lives of people who no longer know where to turn. So they feel they find themselves in an impasse that is beyond them. To have the heart net, take time, however small it may be, to walk, if you happen to live in Nouakchott, in some neighborhoods our capital to make you realize how bad the situation is dramatic. Today, at the beginning of the third millennium, it is shocking if not appalling to note that in these areas (Basra Netek, 5th, 6th ...) the most basic needs of the people are never satisfied. Drinking water (or water simply), electricity and sanitation are lacking. Force is therefore clear that Mr. Aziz has work to do. If he wants to earn the nickname objectively it was assigned, he must roll up his sleeves, "down in the mud" to those populations, to enable them to have the minimum well-being.
SOUMARE Zakaria Demba
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Monday, August 3, 2009

Letter Of Confirmation Of Community Hours Service

Strike Joystick


There once was a painter who, for lack of money, exercised his art through his shit. A small McDonald's allowed him to draw the outline of his plan, a 8.6 was used for filling a few glasses of red wine imposed darkness of the portrait, and a few drops of piss came to a little sunshine into his world not very gay.

In addition to delivering a message of the most lucid, his pictures were somewhat autobiographical, reflecting its author's most depths of himself and in real time. His work, he felt, came out of him naturally and without thinking, apart from the facts that he had to admit Zion. No doubt he enjoyed absolute freedom in its food for thought? Maybe he fully took advantage of his manner of speech because of a forced free? The fact is that his art was the best ever created, eternal and only vulnerable to temperature. His messages

what were they? In the beginning, he, like all artists, need to eat, and had applied to produce a saga entitled after the Cul Rot "which had not been received too well with critics as too cliché because of its means of production. During this period, he ate little and does little personal works. What the public perceived an artist's original, great personality, observing from afar, but dedicated to a promising future.

Then came the commercial period where he participated in major projects such as illustration of the famous film "Teeth of Shit" and "All About My Shit", where even the famous clip of Negresses Vertes "It not Shit to drink. " He reaped a bunch of money that pushed him to perfect his art to the best restaurants in his city Cagnes-sur-Shit. The highlight was of course does not wait, he changed his apartment in order to store his art and opted for an F12 near a sewage plant. But his messages

what were they? Ah yes, how can we summarize this art? Well we could say that her song to reflect a return to a search for self, an escape from thinking prefabricated see the definition of the word "rebel" in the Larousse dictionary. The thing that we could see is that this phenomenon was spreading. Free, affordable, endless, everyone began speaking by saying that "smell, feel and paint! . Cities across the country were colored graffiti offensive article and a good oral perfect order was put in place.

Moral of the story: I know.