Ruler
The Funkfunk Funklandia are back in, like our dear Ella has already announced. Time is hostile, teachers are picky and the tenants of Funkcasa crazy. Then we went back to normal.
Except that ...
"Girls today, my Japanese-shiatsu-massage therapist, and advocate of idyllic moments of relaxation I said something ...". Francis there speaks with deep concern. When with that 'expression of "piety" printed in the face of Michelangelo manages to attract our attention, continued: "Well I said I have a long neck and a head heavy. I always knew that something was wrong ... I have a giraffe neck. " We were undecided whether to start making fun of him for good now or try to understand to what his new complex that was serious, that his new worm. A few seconds, just enough funny lines to build. The worm seems to drown in laughter and repartee.
Except that ...
"Girls, I measured the neck. They are 12 cm. About. Ela, come." We had no doubt, the evil worm struck deeper than imagined. Seria, the worm-eaten giraffe, approaches Ela. A ruler is 30 cm. in hand. Like a vampire, with elegance and concentration is going to forever capture the extent of the neck of Ela. We can not say anything, torn between disbelief and laughter, we do not know whether to fall on one side or the other. "I knew it is 10 cm! I have a long neck! Lola come!"
We fit all, and discovers she has the longest neck among Funkfunk.
"Well Francis think positive, if it were all herbivores, you might pick up more leaves from the trees is not it?" The joke gets banged by Ela fun all of us, except of course Francis. We decide to go to Plan B: The rationalization. "Francis've lived all my life with that neck is not it?" He nods. "You've never had problems with that neck, right?" He nods. "You are proportionate, you're right, all right?" He nods again. Then we begin to mock our every flaw, real or invented. The worm has been defeated by force of reason, long live the Enlightenment!
Except that ...
It's getting late, we are getting ready for bed. A "Good night" and we sneak each in his own room. But when I turn to my bed, I see Francis. With a ruler in her hand, foot size.
"Hey Lola, but if my foot is 25 cm. Because the port 39? Will mean something?"
Lola :-)
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Converting Games For Sdhc Format
Reasons for Funklandia should not miss (when I was on vacation)
-it snows here and I want to finally see the wisteria on the porch and smell the scent
-because the first day of school I was six hours straight maledette
-because professors forget the importance of that quarter of an hour break and simply do not make
-because I have stolen the umbrella (or maybe I forgot the toilet?) and out piovnevicava ( funklandiano neologism)
-because I have already too many things to do and instead of them so I'm quiet I write posts on our blog
-because my roommates also have many things to do and then it was better to see them on vacation when we were all more quiet
-because I did not want to cook the evening
BUT ABOVE
-I do not want that Othello and Hamlet muoianooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Hello is a bittersweet Ela: D
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
50mm Lens Equivalent 85mm On A Dslr Nikon D700
Reasons to be missed Funklandia
Reasons may lack Funklandia:
- Why would you cooking, only cook to cook.
- Because you're alone in the room and not feel Ela playing his guitar.
- in Ticino Because if it rains, it rains for eternity.
- Why did you just learned that the son of Mughal part of the island famous. Oh and also the great grandson of Garibaldi. But Berlusconi a trip is not it?
- Because here the balances do not buy anything.
- Francis Why not knock on the door of your room and Tiff does not fill the hall with perfume before going out all settled.
- Why would you say to Hamlet and Othello (the new home of cactus Funkfunk) which unfortunately does not sopravvivveranno.
- Because being a student is easier when you're surrounded by students.
- Why do you want to find the other part of you that got stuck under the bed in the apartment of Funklandia and does not go out.
- Because the people here do not say "Grüezi", not even his salutes you.
- Why when you enter the University of Funklandia, with its sometimes impressive and the play of colors between red and purple cloth elegant, a little 'you feel part of something big.
- Why Mr. Green and Asako, Sandokan and the boys on the first floor there are here.
Funklandia Why then when you're in, with its cold and twisted his words sound harsh, then the Ticino ... you're missing.
Lola :-)
Reasons may lack Funklandia:
- Why would you cooking, only cook to cook.
- Because you're alone in the room and not feel Ela playing his guitar.
- in Ticino Because if it rains, it rains for eternity.
- Why did you just learned that the son of Mughal part of the island famous. Oh and also the great grandson of Garibaldi. But Berlusconi a trip is not it?
- Because here the balances do not buy anything.
- Francis Why not knock on the door of your room and Tiff does not fill the hall with perfume before going out all settled.
- Why would you say to Hamlet and Othello (the new home of cactus Funkfunk) which unfortunately does not sopravvivveranno.
- Because being a student is easier when you're surrounded by students.
- Why do you want to find the other part of you that got stuck under the bed in the apartment of Funklandia and does not go out.
- Because the people here do not say "Grüezi", not even his salutes you.
- Why when you enter the University of Funklandia, with its sometimes impressive and the play of colors between red and purple cloth elegant, a little 'you feel part of something big.
- Why Mr. Green and Asako, Sandokan and the boys on the first floor there are here.
Funklandia Why then when you're in, with its cold and twisted his words sound harsh, then the Ticino ... you're missing.
Lola :-)
Monday, February 14, 2011
Free Tomtom Celebrity Voices
L'Olympic National Park, questo sconosciuto!
In recent days, for a married couple, we have planned a honeymoon and a tour in the Olympic National Park in Washington state.
In recent days, for a married couple, we have planned a honeymoon and a tour in the Olympic National Park in Washington state. On this occasion, we realized that the Olympic NP for the Italians is a famous unknown.
Yes because it is much frequented by our countrymen and we do not understand why.
This park, in fact, of considerable size and offers an extraordinary variety of environments: continental and tied to the ocean, beaches, rain forests, lakes and streams, and the center offers the glaciers of the mountain that gave it its name ( see photo).
For beauty of scenery, breadth and variety, is unique.
not alone.
He Seattle as an access point, a beautiful city, which allows for whale watching excursions in the area of \u200b\u200bJuan De Fuca Islands and to include within the parks Mnt Rainier NP, North Cascades and / or "overrunning" Canada to Vancouver, Vancouver Island, Victoria ...
short, the area offers very much and is still relatively little visited.
Where Can I Buy Honeyrose Cigarettes Nyc?
Il servizio di progettazione dei tour personalizzati negli USA e in Canada è a vostra disposizione.
Here we are, we are Teresa and Leonardo. Ok, ok we are not beautiful!
But familiar places, parks and cities in the United States and Canada. And free planning of your tour to the United States and Canada has begun. To see how you look at the work site.
Here we are, we are Teresa and Leonardo. Ok, ok we are not beautiful!
But familiar places, parks and cities in the United States and Canada. And free planning of your tour to the United States and Canada has begun. To see how you look at the work site. In Splendid site found as developing projects for you: ask and you shall be answered. Write to us at this e mail . If
instead we come to find we speak in person, with much original material collected on site during our travels in North America.
The Difference Between Hepatitis A B C
the moment. where. I've decided. to get me. my responsibilities.
So. I decided. I decided to be clear. And round. I decided that I must concentrate. On the essentials. I have to be precise. Should I take my responsibilities. To do this short phrases. It is said that short sentences are more precise. And clear. I become more mature, so. And for this I have made an important decision.
adopt them.
Yes
It's time to take this step.
I want to do good. I want to show. To myself. To be able to. To do this. I want these poor just a small little creatures in the world to receive a house. Someone who is watching them. I'm sure. Funklandiana our home is the most fair. To see them grow. Mature. Become adults. And then, yes, I can consider myself satisfied. And then love will flow in rivers. The love that I gave to them I will come back. All of a shot. Of a shot.
----- Ela made a decision. Against all his ability to care for a plant (there are precedents rather tragic), has decided to bring in the apartment of two mini Funklandia Cactus. Mini in the true sense. Do not exceed two inches in height. He gave them names. Dei nomi importanti.
Ela è felice di presentare a tutti Amleto e Otello. J
:D un sorriso mentadent dalla neo-mamma Ela
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Ankylosing Spondylitis Tattoo
Never make fun of the children. (Confucius)
Nella mia minuscola cameretta funklandese c’è un armadio stracolmo di cose. Soprattutto il fondo è stato maltrattato e riempito di cose pur di non vederle in giro sul pavimento. Ed ecco che proprio l’altro giorno mi capita per le mani una borsa che non ricordavo nemmeno più di avere. La svuoto. Nel senso che la giro e la strattono per far uscire i rifiuti che sono solita a lasciare nelle tasche di qualsiasi borsa. Mi aspetto cicche scadute (possono scadere le cicche?), fazzoletti usati (scusate per i dettagli), e invece… cade sul pavimento un sasso. Mmmm. Curioso. È allora che ricordo la storia del sasso che in effetti non è solo un sasso. Ma su di esso, un archeologo dilettante e immaginativo come me può ancora riconoscere un abbozzo di animale fossilizzato …
Stavo tornando a casa con la spesa. Mi piace camminare, così sono solita a trascinare a casa i sacchi pieni di cibo fino al nostro appartamento. Era un sabato mattina. Ed era una bella giornata primaverile.
Decido di prendere una strada diversa dal solito e passo per una via piena di palazzine e appartamenti inhabited by many families with many children. On the sidewalk in the distance I glimpse two children who seem to play with something. But I see approaching me are watching, waiting for that intrepid steps ahead of them. I come near them and a child disappears in the garden. What a little 'biggest, however, asks me if I want to buy one of its stones. I'm Down to two millimeters, just to show interest, and say
ooooooo wie schööööööööönnnn, you've collected all of you? But beeeeeeeellllllliiiiiii they are. Unfortunately I forgot money at home, but if I wait a minute and then to take them away.
The child, however, that it was much smarter than me, quickly points out: jaja, alli esoooooo sages, everyone says so, but then come back ... mica
Acccccccccccccc ... ..
Accortami sgam it was full, he would support spending and I start watch-like fossils. And now determined to buy the stones, but to make up for my fool, I say, please choose two, the most beautiful though, and tell me what you owe.
I chose two. Even now I do not understand what kind of animal could be stato fossilizzato in quel sasso…
2 franchi ciascuno. Ufff… penso, ecco mi sono fatta fregare da un bimbo.
Ma non era ancora finita.
Ad un tratto rispunta fuori il secondo bimbo, più piccolino. Si avvicina al grande che me lo presenta…
"Ecco, questo è il mio fratellino, lui vuole tutto quello che ho anche io, quindi adesso gli devi dare quattro franchi anche a lui."
"*ç"*%"ç&*ç%*ç%"%"!!!!!!!!!!!!
Morale: Mai prendere in giro i bambini, prima o poi (e nel mio caso era nell’immediato poi) torna tutto indietro.
Ela:)
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
How To Convert Games To Sdhc
Funklight
Avrebbe potuto essere una giornata come tante, se non per una strana luce dai toni scuri, filtrata dalle tende a righe della cucina. Lola, Francis e Tiff, fanno colazione insieme, come avrebbero fatto qualsiasi altra mattina. Ma c'è qualcosa di tetro e inquietante.
Ela entra in cucina, l'espressione leggermente sollevata alla vista di tutte le funkfunk riunite in una stanza. "Ragazze, vi devo parlare." Lola alza lo sguardo, se lo sentiva, sapeva che qualcosa would happen. She only hoped it was not as serious as feared. Ela sits at the table, serious and firm.
"Cotlet called me. The vision has been confirmed. They're coming." The funkfunk heave. Cotlet, the older sister of Ella, her premonitions do no wrong. Undeniably, the fear has seized a brick and looks like the pit of my stomach pain. But do not look down, they never will. Funklandia only has them. Francis
you courage, want to learn more. They would have to move, the county was fairly relaxed funklandese to request their protection sudden, you had to schedule it. "Where are such beings and above all it is?"
"Cotlet failed to see it, only that they are invincible creatures and legendary strength. Now is coming up with our own. We will not be many, but we must prepare. We must prepare to fight to the last drop of blood! "
The clash would take place on the outskirts funklandese, near the river, where their odors would be mixed together with those of the moss. They were there, Funkfunk, ready, with fists and looked toward the horizon. Cotlet precedes a few steps, his eyes closed to predict the point of attack of the enemy. Behind her Ella, Lola, Francis and Tiff. Fine, strong, his hair blowing in the wind .
"They're coming, be ready!" Cotlet opens his eyes, with an open hand indicates a point of clearing. The Funkfunk were prepared each in its position of attack, the wind never stops blowing in the opposite. They look at each other, they know that they will defend at all costs. You can not read fear in their eyes, but only awareness, only daring. Distract attention from themselves and direct it toward the horizon, toward their enemy, the enemy of Funklandia.
While waiting for the attack of the creatures suddenly start singing crickets. Their sound is becoming stronger and more insistent. Lola realizes it. It is desolate, his phone had started ringing at that time. "Sorry girls, sorry, now I see who is ...". Extracts the phone from the pockets of jeans and the display reads "wake up" around so many bells.
"Girls, do not believe it I dreamed that we were vampires. Funklandia had to protect. There was also Cotlet. We were the beautiful vampire, stronger and with her hair blowing in the wind."
"Yeah, instead of Twilight , we Funklight! "
Lola :-)
Avrebbe potuto essere una giornata come tante, se non per una strana luce dai toni scuri, filtrata dalle tende a righe della cucina. Lola, Francis e Tiff, fanno colazione insieme, come avrebbero fatto qualsiasi altra mattina. Ma c'è qualcosa di tetro e inquietante.
Ela entra in cucina, l'espressione leggermente sollevata alla vista di tutte le funkfunk riunite in una stanza. "Ragazze, vi devo parlare." Lola alza lo sguardo, se lo sentiva, sapeva che qualcosa would happen. She only hoped it was not as serious as feared. Ela sits at the table, serious and firm.
"Cotlet called me. The vision has been confirmed. They're coming." The funkfunk heave. Cotlet, the older sister of Ella, her premonitions do no wrong. Undeniably, the fear has seized a brick and looks like the pit of my stomach pain. But do not look down, they never will. Funklandia only has them. Francis
you courage, want to learn more. They would have to move, the county was fairly relaxed funklandese to request their protection sudden, you had to schedule it. "Where are such beings and above all it is?"
"Cotlet failed to see it, only that they are invincible creatures and legendary strength. Now is coming up with our own. We will not be many, but we must prepare. We must prepare to fight to the last drop of blood! "
The clash would take place on the outskirts funklandese, near the river, where their odors would be mixed together with those of the moss. They were there, Funkfunk, ready, with fists and looked toward the horizon. Cotlet precedes a few steps, his eyes closed to predict the point of attack of the enemy. Behind her Ella, Lola, Francis and Tiff. Fine, strong, his hair blowing in the wind .
"They're coming, be ready!" Cotlet opens his eyes, with an open hand indicates a point of clearing. The Funkfunk were prepared each in its position of attack, the wind never stops blowing in the opposite. They look at each other, they know that they will defend at all costs. You can not read fear in their eyes, but only awareness, only daring. Distract attention from themselves and direct it toward the horizon, toward their enemy, the enemy of Funklandia.
While waiting for the attack of the creatures suddenly start singing crickets. Their sound is becoming stronger and more insistent. Lola realizes it. It is desolate, his phone had started ringing at that time. "Sorry girls, sorry, now I see who is ...". Extracts the phone from the pockets of jeans and the display reads "wake up" around so many bells.
"Girls, do not believe it I dreamed that we were vampires. Funklandia had to protect. There was also Cotlet. We were the beautiful vampire, stronger and with her hair blowing in the wind."
"Yeah, instead of Twilight , we Funklight! "
Lola :-)
Monday, February 7, 2011
Government Poisoning Food Supply
There phoblema - Maestho4
By car, after his kind invitation to sit down. An hour chewing gum in a mechanical way, rhythmic, disciplined I guess. Sweaty hands continue to move out of the pockets of his jacket in those pants and vice versa. The watchful eye, even hyperactive arch framing the precise visual moving up, down, left and right.
No, cocaine does not center. I'm going to do my practical driving test. For the record, my second practical examination. But he, the Gandhi Maestho, just sit on the seat next to mine, bursts into laughter bringing back his head to explode even better let those sobs fun.
"Lola, but you phophio phophio phophio nehvosa!" That acute observation, did not do so insightful, I think sarcastically.
"Yes I am a bit 'agitated, I hope to do it." He then
, which has never been a big supporter, began to give me encouragement unusual: "There is phoblèma Lola, there phoblema! Sicuha you, you know gestihe the machine, so there is phoblema. Hicohda basis points ... "Hmmm let me guess maybe means the observation, the contact point and the center of my space, I continue to be sarcastic in my underwear.
" The ossehvazione, numeho one. Contact motohe and tha fhizione, numeho two. And centho of your space, the numeho. Need hispieghi them that you? ".
" No, no, hicohdo ops remember very well. "
Guido to the place of examination, other guys come with me. Somehow we all look alike, all seem to electrical wires ready to make sparks.
First out of the car, the Maestho becomes serious: "Alloha Lola, there phoblema" if he says again that there is no problem I am bringing a nervous breakdown so yes there is the problem!
"Calm and driving without phoblemi" mmmh neurotic crisis coming.
"Oha follow me" Where? Where should I follow? Degl'esaminatori with me in the hideout, a kind of prefab is a small hall, a bathroom and an office on the content obscure. Expect out of that office, waiting for my examiner. I feel the lair of the wolf in the forest, the cave of the monster.
The examiner is late, so at least tell us. What face will be my judge? The answer comes immediately in front of me. A tiny little man of about sixty full full, carry-in head, little hair greasy and shiny, mustache thick hair that seem to mock away. Then a detail, a monstrous detail. The big glasses, two glasses fossil inherited directly from the 60s. They are dirty, covered with dirt on the corners, at the height of the screws. Perhaps remnants of tape, now moldy. I look at that picture of a man in front of me and began to obsessively repeat in my mind: "There is phoblema, there phoblema, there phoblema!"
'm terrified little man, so much so that I would have preferred the Cyclops, the wolf or the witch of Hansel and Gretel! But my Maestho not leave upset. Holding out his hand in a theater by moving smartly toward him. And then begins to introduce myself, if I were the queen of England. Told him that I am a student, who live in Funklandia, which are very resourceful and diligent. Exaggerates in painting, so much to make me look like Maria Teresa of Calcutta at the wheel. Gandhi My Maestho fills the little man of many words, turned it over, if they work professionally. Ends only when the examiner makes him realize that he can not anymore. "Well good alloha fohtuna, follow puhe esaminatohe in the car."
The little man before me, I turn to look at the Maestho, I see it in lip-speak "There phoblema" concluding with a wink.
The examiner takes me around without saying a word. I seriously and dirt from the indicanzioni necessary. Ticino has a strong accent, typical delle valli. Mi porta per strade strette, autostrade, mi fa posteggiare, indietreggiare e poi mi riporta indietro dopo 45 minuti. Mi fermo e aspetto la sentenza di quell'ometto. Lui sbuffa e comincia con un esitante "Ehhhhhh", poi "Ehhhh boooom", e dopo sbuffa ancora.
"Signorina," mi dice "un zicchinin mei nééé!" Avrei dovuto guidare un attimino meglio, temo il peggio. Mi ridà il mio patentino sul quale leggo lentamente: "Promossa".
Il ghande Maestho mi aspetta fuori dalla macchina, mi riempie nuovamente di occhiolini mentre parla con l'esaminatore. Poi mi viene incontro:
"Bhava, bhava! te l'avevo detto che non c'eha phoblema!"
Lola :-)
Here is the last post on the bizarre, hateful, yet incredibly fascinating Maestho.
By car, after his kind invitation to sit down. An hour chewing gum in a mechanical way, rhythmic, disciplined I guess. Sweaty hands continue to move out of the pockets of his jacket in those pants and vice versa. The watchful eye, even hyperactive arch framing the precise visual moving up, down, left and right.
No, cocaine does not center. I'm going to do my practical driving test. For the record, my second practical examination. But he, the Gandhi Maestho, just sit on the seat next to mine, bursts into laughter bringing back his head to explode even better let those sobs fun.
"Lola, but you phophio phophio phophio nehvosa!" That acute observation, did not do so insightful, I think sarcastically.
"Yes I am a bit 'agitated, I hope to do it." He then
, which has never been a big supporter, began to give me encouragement unusual: "There is phoblèma Lola, there phoblema! Sicuha you, you know gestihe the machine, so there is phoblema. Hicohda basis points ... "Hmmm let me guess maybe means the observation, the contact point and the center of my space, I continue to be sarcastic in my underwear.
" The ossehvazione, numeho one. Contact motohe and tha fhizione, numeho two. And centho of your space, the numeho. Need hispieghi them that you? ".
" No, no, hicohdo ops remember very well. "
Guido to the place of examination, other guys come with me. Somehow we all look alike, all seem to electrical wires ready to make sparks.
First out of the car, the Maestho becomes serious: "Alloha Lola, there phoblema" if he says again that there is no problem I am bringing a nervous breakdown so yes there is the problem!
"Calm and driving without phoblemi" mmmh neurotic crisis coming.
"Oha follow me" Where? Where should I follow? Degl'esaminatori with me in the hideout, a kind of prefab is a small hall, a bathroom and an office on the content obscure. Expect out of that office, waiting for my examiner. I feel the lair of the wolf in the forest, the cave of the monster.
The examiner is late, so at least tell us. What face will be my judge? The answer comes immediately in front of me. A tiny little man of about sixty full full, carry-in head, little hair greasy and shiny, mustache thick hair that seem to mock away. Then a detail, a monstrous detail. The big glasses, two glasses fossil inherited directly from the 60s. They are dirty, covered with dirt on the corners, at the height of the screws. Perhaps remnants of tape, now moldy. I look at that picture of a man in front of me and began to obsessively repeat in my mind: "There is phoblema, there phoblema, there phoblema!"
'm terrified little man, so much so that I would have preferred the Cyclops, the wolf or the witch of Hansel and Gretel! But my Maestho not leave upset. Holding out his hand in a theater by moving smartly toward him. And then begins to introduce myself, if I were the queen of England. Told him that I am a student, who live in Funklandia, which are very resourceful and diligent. Exaggerates in painting, so much to make me look like Maria Teresa of Calcutta at the wheel. Gandhi My Maestho fills the little man of many words, turned it over, if they work professionally. Ends only when the examiner makes him realize that he can not anymore. "Well good alloha fohtuna, follow puhe esaminatohe in the car."
The little man before me, I turn to look at the Maestho, I see it in lip-speak "There phoblema" concluding with a wink.
The examiner takes me around without saying a word. I seriously and dirt from the indicanzioni necessary. Ticino has a strong accent, typical delle valli. Mi porta per strade strette, autostrade, mi fa posteggiare, indietreggiare e poi mi riporta indietro dopo 45 minuti. Mi fermo e aspetto la sentenza di quell'ometto. Lui sbuffa e comincia con un esitante "Ehhhhhh", poi "Ehhhh boooom", e dopo sbuffa ancora.
"Signorina," mi dice "un zicchinin mei nééé!" Avrei dovuto guidare un attimino meglio, temo il peggio. Mi ridà il mio patentino sul quale leggo lentamente: "Promossa".
Il ghande Maestho mi aspetta fuori dalla macchina, mi riempie nuovamente di occhiolini mentre parla con l'esaminatore. Poi mi viene incontro:
"Bhava, bhava! te l'avevo detto che non c'eha phoblema!"
Lola :-)
Here is the last post on the bizarre, hateful, yet incredibly fascinating Maestho.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
River Cruise Boat For Sale
The fhizione a stoh of Amoh - The Groupie-Maestho3
The Funkfunk are university students. They know how to survive a philosophical lesson, they know exactly which method of learning to take to store more information and to succeed in an exam, know how to write a scientific research, know how to think, eat, sleep and breathe by students, ... Being a student is something that you learn over time but, when you understand the formula, go ahead thanks to a motion automatically.
That's how I thought before becoming, in addition to a student funklandese, a student driver. So I thought before I met my crazy teacher guidance, Gandhi Maestho. What my presumption!
"Alloha Lola, puhe tell me how are you?"
"But well thanks, I am putting across."
"Well, but there's time. I told you that I go on holiday?"
Your continued use of past tense reminds me of its origins in the Italian deep south. I must say that yes I "said" he would go on vacation. But I am struck by the other part of the sentence, "there is time," pronounced with those of open and once again betray its origin and sometimes even my own.
"Look, I have not much time, consideration is Saturday." I reply very kindly and ignoring accusations that they could play around thus: "Dear sir odd that a month darts around me in this little car all painted signs that the conduct of a student, sir eclectic that made me suffer from headaches for the harsh interpretation of its new allegations age on the philosophy of driving, my dear sir the "r" away I paid dearly, you tell me if you have forgotten the date of the exam, which I reminded ad nauseum? " The
Maestho, with charm, poise, nonchalantly, pretending to be the victim of a sudden loss of memory, now miraculously found. After this misunderstanding we begin our tour on the streets and alleys, streets and highways.
"What are these shots, these uhti "
" I do not know ... "
" Alloha, alloha, Fehmi Lola! It must confehihe ... "I've done something wrong, something that seems to have offended. We have to give my mistake, but what ever I have done so outraged?
" Lola, you have the ascoltahe fhizione, you know? "
" The what? "
" The FHI-uncle-ne! "he articulates.
" I mean, there is a point of contact and tha the fhizione motohe "While saying this phrase takes his hands, raises them in plain sight and weaves one another. I'm beginning to understand what you mean by contact.
"Lola you see, is a pair" refers to the act of weaving their hands in prayer, although prayer little hits.
"The fhizione ahivahe to the point of contact and then after mating. Contact-coupling contact-pair, you know?" Puzzled I lift up my hands and once again I attend to my madness consigliatami Maestho. Clasp hands and separate and then twist them again. I guess a love story between the clutch and the engine.
"Well Lola. But you, peh contho, you know what you doing?" I still
taken from the poetry of that teaching: "What do I do?"
"This!" He takes his hands and beat together with a will! Plack! Plack!
"See what I mean, Caha Lola, the fhizione uhtahe should not, must accoppiahsi?"
I understood, I understood very well. I had taken a heart attack. Dry mouth, la lingua appiccicata al palato non riesce nell'abbozzo di nessuna parola o sillaba. Faccio di sì con la testa, sorrido nevroticamente e mi rimetto in carreggiata.
Quale presunzione la mia... Quella di credere che essere studenti s'impara col tempo, che diventa poi un'arma da utilizzare in ogni occasione senza difficoltà. Ma alla storia d'amore della "fhizione" io proprio non c'ero preparata.
Lola :-)
The Funkfunk are university students. They know how to survive a philosophical lesson, they know exactly which method of learning to take to store more information and to succeed in an exam, know how to write a scientific research, know how to think, eat, sleep and breathe by students, ... Being a student is something that you learn over time but, when you understand the formula, go ahead thanks to a motion automatically.
That's how I thought before becoming, in addition to a student funklandese, a student driver. So I thought before I met my crazy teacher guidance, Gandhi Maestho. What my presumption!
"Alloha Lola, puhe tell me how are you?"
"But well thanks, I am putting across."
"Well, but there's time. I told you that I go on holiday?"
Your continued use of past tense reminds me of its origins in the Italian deep south. I must say that yes I "said" he would go on vacation. But I am struck by the other part of the sentence, "there is time," pronounced with those of open and once again betray its origin and sometimes even my own.
"Look, I have not much time, consideration is Saturday." I reply very kindly and ignoring accusations that they could play around thus: "Dear sir odd that a month darts around me in this little car all painted signs that the conduct of a student, sir eclectic that made me suffer from headaches for the harsh interpretation of its new allegations age on the philosophy of driving, my dear sir the "r" away I paid dearly, you tell me if you have forgotten the date of the exam, which I reminded ad nauseum? " The
Maestho, with charm, poise, nonchalantly, pretending to be the victim of a sudden loss of memory, now miraculously found. After this misunderstanding we begin our tour on the streets and alleys, streets and highways.
"What are these shots, these uhti "
" I do not know ... "
" Alloha, alloha, Fehmi Lola! It must confehihe ... "I've done something wrong, something that seems to have offended. We have to give my mistake, but what ever I have done so outraged?
" Lola, you have the ascoltahe fhizione, you know? "
" The what? "
" The FHI-uncle-ne! "he articulates.
" I mean, there is a point of contact and tha the fhizione motohe "While saying this phrase takes his hands, raises them in plain sight and weaves one another. I'm beginning to understand what you mean by contact.
"Lola you see, is a pair" refers to the act of weaving their hands in prayer, although prayer little hits.
"The fhizione ahivahe to the point of contact and then after mating. Contact-coupling contact-pair, you know?" Puzzled I lift up my hands and once again I attend to my madness consigliatami Maestho. Clasp hands and separate and then twist them again. I guess a love story between the clutch and the engine.
"Well Lola. But you, peh contho, you know what you doing?" I still
taken from the poetry of that teaching: "What do I do?"
"This!" He takes his hands and beat together with a will! Plack! Plack!
"See what I mean, Caha Lola, the fhizione uhtahe should not, must accoppiahsi?"
I understood, I understood very well. I had taken a heart attack. Dry mouth, la lingua appiccicata al palato non riesce nell'abbozzo di nessuna parola o sillaba. Faccio di sì con la testa, sorrido nevroticamente e mi rimetto in carreggiata.
Quale presunzione la mia... Quella di credere che essere studenti s'impara col tempo, che diventa poi un'arma da utilizzare in ogni occasione senza difficoltà. Ma alla storia d'amore della "fhizione" io proprio non c'ero preparata.
Lola :-)
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