Sunday, February 20, 2011

Funbrain Math Arcade Poptropica

Between Sunrise and Sunset - 43 ° puntata

Dear reader,
the past week was brief but full of things. Brief as it lasted only three days, the first three days of the week. Full of things because in three days there was more.
trip there and back, evenings spent in the office to fix the last things, lunches at risk, meetings, conference call, video conference, San Valentino, San Faustino, announcements of weddings and happy events.
A week is so messed up that in order to participate in Food and Wine event, organized by myself, I had to send an invitation to all blocking at least one hour on the corporate calendar. Nevertheless, my participation was endangered by a series of events that served to remind me that the engineer and his famous Murphy law is not just a slogan on a shirt that reads or title of some book series.
But first things first. Monday departure accompanied by the usual bad weather. I think to review a bit 'of the landscape will have to rely for now on the internet and some memory.
Arrive at the office and now down to produce. I have to fix everything before the beginning of the video conference. I have to store all the mail last Friday and the first of the week. There are people on Monday morning just can not sleep.
The video conference with Luxembourg go, but as usual the other team does not even try to propose to write the meeting report, although the claim. So I have to finish this even write the minutes of the meeting.
When I return to my position here is the phone ringing. Turkey seems to need me and not only them. The Spaniards are felt.
At some point I run at lunch. Mine is a real escape. Seeking a little 'breathing but the colleague I was with him the quarrels of the Milan office.
The afternoon is spent to accommodate the various flights of fancy of the users.
Luckily I cadge a dinner, which helps me in this day of celebration of love in a less acrimonious.
Dinner connects a bit 'ashamed, thinking that whoever looks at us could take for a couple, maybe even from the regular ones. The stress that is fortunate to have dinner with my colleague the most fascinating of the whole office.
brings us to Tuesday.
there to finish the test with the Turkish people, who pull out of the hat a couple of puzzling questions. The people of Luxembourg and Spain, I do not want to be outdone, throw them too. The tenor of the questions is "because the total is wrong?". Response. "Why summands are wrong!". I wonder what the crystal ball has been thrown out some numbers.
The afternoon is then welcomed by yet another web-ex (in words understandable to all is a presentation that Internet is a new feature. A kind of virtual classroom), where the only lesson that was to follow the PC inoperable.
When this event here is that the phone rings. The manager of another team called me to tell you that strange requests coming from Turkey. I asked what we told him to do that activity, so badly.
Here, the user has invented a procedure, wrong, and then wonders why it does not work.
Yet I am sure that I had identified the right steps.
answer to the request and then I go to check. Here, I was right. The procedure addressed is the correct one! but then what I write to make thousands of manuals if then do as they please?!?
patience, patience.
Take the fire alarm, except that there are no fires. The sound is so annoying that what little patience I had left goes up in smoke. It is now late. I'm going back in residence.
up early Wednesday morning because I have to support users for a task. Even if we did all the tests in test environment into production smoothly popping one thousand. Seeking to address them in a positive way, without me taking anxiety, when I find that a part of a program has not been brought into production. I go to the person who had to do to ask for explanations and she tells me that his head did not give him the go ahead for transportation.
Ok, then we call on the head, but this is engaged in a phone call, I'll find to my cost, is a phone call river. Meanwhile, a group of people of the teasing starts with the sentence: "So you can not do." The character is the same one that made me delay the loading of data in August. I look at him wrong at the beginning, but he did nothing and continue. In the end I have to threaten him: "if you do not do it, I pluck out all my guilt, but you are sure they will go down the first line the car and then I'll break your windshield, so the hell with that you go home." What Did I been repeated a few times and luckily have taken his colleagues to take it away.
Anyway I finally brought into port the result, I got Food and Wine event, which was a lunch at the Japanese restaurant, a little late. During the event, a colleague gives us the wedding invitations. Afternoon
hallucinating as usual, but even with a delay time and passes the road to take home and everything else is ... Dear Reader
I leave you now and stop bore you.



... chasing the sun ...

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Burgundy Candy Table At Wedding Reception

Start - CAP1

the Valentine's Day has passed and also that of the single. For many recurrences are just consumerism, while others are anniversaries to remember who and what they are. Young lovers, elderly spouses, romantic lovers, secret lovers, young and hungry wolves hunting prey ready to be savage, desperate souls in search of sweet torture or masters without slaves. In my story
are days like others, without labor and anger, and miles of phone calls to make, skipped lunches and meetings to be organized, dinners cold to warm and hot showers. They are just boxes on the calendar, the same as those that precede and follow them. Maybe just a little 'more sad, because I do not have with whom to celebrate the first anniversary, and even the second.
Read again from that melancholy which is strong during the holidays when you have nothing to celebrate I sign out. As I wander the streets of this foreign city in search of a star which show that at least console me in other ways, maybe there is life and love, I sound a beautiful person.
The sound of an organ that repeats the classic piece of music to country or party that you feel the corners of some affluent towns where a modern Remi tries to scrape together a little 'money to put together the ends meet.
But in this cold, wet town there are parties of the country or musicians and chorus that is played only from phones belonging to people with a spirit giullaresco. This is a country for old men. At 10 they are all asleep on the couch in front of Mega TV, which transmits images increasingly vulgar and gruesome, with the blinds closed because never be able to see that someone in the privacy of their home.
But where does this music?
not that no one has yet called the police. Not later than one week ago, for an engagement party that lasted a little 'more time in which the carousel ended the defenders of the "quiet life" has mobilized all law enforcement in the area. Nor had there been a demonstration by black squatters or blok to break windows and set fire to the symbols of capitalism and globalization.
I try to follow it, like one of those kidnapped mice of the famous fairy tale where the best way to rid a city was the sound of a flute.
I can not control myself. The steps are suddenly faster and faster without that I can do nothing to stop them. I run the dark streets without wanting but wanting to go faster and faster to get there as soon as possible to the source of this music. The night surrounds me with its dark colors in this city because we can not waste energy as lighting up the streets in the evening is not around even the most classic dog. A kind of voluntary curfew.
splash shot against a wall.
A wall of odors and voices. I recognize the smell of cakes and wine, candy floss and pancakes, with a thousand delicacies and sweets while the shouting is too confusing. And then there's the music. It seems that organ is now in place playing a full band. More and more I am convinced that there must be a big party, with stalls, dances, games and rides. A party like the ones in which I was a child with his family to celebrate this or that patron saint.
But where are they?
trying to recover and focus on things around me to orient myself.
are in the main square in front of the gates of the Roman basilica that stands out in the great square. Around the many buildings that frame rose above the arcades, which are teeming with people during the day, but this time not even the most romantic house homeless people, why would not a pretty picture in this city gentry who made the money digging the earth, but now it seems to be forgotten. Their faces are black walls. You do not see even a sign of life through the blinds shut overlooking the square.
I try to understand where it comes from all this noise and while my head is filled with questions: Who will be brave
who organized a party without you? Who knows what they're celebrating? About how much were they? And where will find an organ and a band willing to play in this valley of sadness? Who knows how much money will be spent? Who knows ... but then I see a faint halo of light that rises from a small grate at the foot of the door on the right of what should be the home of all.
while I go and I keep looking around to see when and where men in uniform will come back to the usual peace. I would never want them to think that I got to do something with it.
me A shadow passes by fast, lift the grate and jump down, while my heart beats a hundred times its much to cover for a moment the noise coming from the grate while the rest of the body is locked in a statuesque pose. The shadow will have been fifty centimeters high and was something human. I think I saw even a pointed hat, but I'm not sure. It was all so quick and then start to doubt everything. My head was spinning.
I realize I'm in apnea. No oxygen in my lungs and no oxygen in the blood indicated that no oxygen brain.
I try to breathe.
I try to enter as much of the air using your mouth and nose like a vacuum cleaner. Inflate and deflate the chest like a bellows, when a weak little voices shouting AIUTOOOO, STOP! By
again apnea. The mouth snaps shut and her lips tightening.
The voice now I seem to say: "Thanks."
are disoriented. I can not see from where that little voice and I start to think of being mad and that the voice is everything else is just in my head. And here is a small light that turns on the tip of my nose.
is a little firefly.

Coconut Mono Cure 1 Day

Stripes

The lines for this new season will be the focus, however, not only the classic sailor's shirt, but in all its variations of color and forms, to be worn from morning to evening.
Girl you like a row?!?



















I wanted to thank Beautylandia for having awarded the 2011 Sunshine Award.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

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A sunday afternoon

Put on a Sunday afternoon, a stroll through the city center and an outfit in warm colors for this winter cold and rainy, which seems do not want to end.








  • Sweater - Guru
  • Skirt - Guess
  • Boots - No brand
  • Bag - H & M