tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37643693264875813302011-12-04T05:19:39.495-08:00Lucy Lee and mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201336416284206152noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764369326487581330.post-16028153238993396252007-10-26T02:46:00.000-07:002007-10-26T03:52:55.605-07:00(Rin Rin Rin!!! Mobila...)<br /><br />Gilles:Putakume hori!!Ze ostia gertatzen duk hirekin!Noiz ostia eman behar diak nire zatia! Ze ostia pasatzen zaik! Bla bla bla...<br /><br />John: Gilles...<br /><br />(Deia esekitzen du) <br /><br />John:Gilles puta hau beti barrabillak ikutzen... Ez dik ezer errespetatzen...<br /><br />John: Ostia, hau dek hotza! Zeozer behar diat...<br /><br />(John ohetik jeiki eta korrika batean sukaldera joaten da. Leihotik begiratzen du)<br /><br />John: (Nf....)Kaka zaharra! Hor segitzen diate putakume horiek! Ze ostia!<br /><br />(Burua leihotik ateratzen du)<br /><br />John: Putakumiak!Noiz ostia utzi behar didazue pakean!! Egun batean kableak gurutzatuko zaizkit ta ikusiko duzue! Ban ban!<br /><br />(Leihoa berriz izten du, kajoi guztietan begiratzen hasten da. Bueno,bere lekuan geratzen diren bakanetan bakarrik. Azkenean, bila zebillena aurkitzen du. Zeozer. Pare bat pirula. Arnasa sakon hartzen du. Egongelara joaten da.)<br /><br />John: Baina ze ostia da hau!<br /><br />(Behi bat dago bere egongelan. Egongelaren erdi erdian. Bere egongelaren erdian pixa-eginean. Behia Johni begira geratzen da)<br /><br />Behia: Inmunidade politikoa nahi dut. Muuu!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764369326487581330-1602815323899339625?l=grom304.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lucy Lee and mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201336416284206152noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764369326487581330.post-35096112537887436802007-10-02T15:22:00.000-07:002007-10-02T15:45:09.209-07:00Lehenik eta behin garbi azaldu nahi dut ez naizela deliratzen hasi. Ezta hasiko ere inorri zer egin behar duen esaten. Zein nahiz ni bada?? Hau dena niri zerk lagundu didan azaltzeko da. Baten bati pentsarazten badio, bejon deiola!!!<br /><br />Momentu onak denok pasatzen ditugu.Eskerrak dakionari. Baina baita txarrak zoritxarrez ere. Eta bai momentu onetan eta bai txarretan galdera bat egin behar diogula konturatu naiz. Zergaitik? Zergatik merezi dut hau?Zergatik egin behar dut hau?Zergaitik bai eta zergatik ez!!Azalpenak beti hor daude. Aztertu azalpen oro.<br /><br />Espero dut inork ez aurpegiratzea niri textu hau. Ez dut behin ere onartuko nik idatzi dudanik.<br /><br />Zergatik ari zara textu hau irakurtzen?Zergatik?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764369326487581330-3509611253788743680?l=grom304.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lucy Lee and mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201336416284206152noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764369326487581330.post-13044503862687513722007-10-01T03:35:00.000-07:002007-10-01T04:05:20.686-07:00Meditatzen hasia nauk. Eta zein sentsazio zoragarria!!!Pentsatzeen urputzuak igaro eta itsarora iritsi nauk.Ez nian pentsatuko guzti honek hainbeste lagunduko zidanik. Arnasa sakon hartu eta aurrera.<br /><br />Erabakia hartua diat, ez da izango atzerapausurik.Eta guzti honek bete egiten zidak. Badakitelako ez dudala koldarkeriz jokatzen, ondo pentsatutako erabakia duk. Ez dago errukitasunik nire barruan. Ezta izango ere.<br /><br />Denbora guzti honek asko lagundu zidak. Benetan. Eskerrikasko. Hemendik aurrera badakit zer nahi dudan. Zer behar dudan. Zer dudan. Baso zabal honetan aurkitu diat nire bidetxoa. Noraino?Batek zekik!Bai bikaina hau dena!!<br /><br />Eneko<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764369326487581330-1304450386268751372?l=grom304.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lucy Lee and mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201336416284206152noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764369326487581330.post-69506401894181104512007-09-26T14:43:00.000-07:002008-12-08T21:25:59.754-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EdLCtYf2YFU/RvrXfa-kUOI/AAAAAAAAABA/U5dxt0EHIeI/s1600-h/tits.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114637261650284770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EdLCtYf2YFU/RvrXfa-kUOI/AAAAAAAAABA/U5dxt0EHIeI/s320/tits.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>"You must buy a webcam. You buy a webcam or forget me".These were his last words. Lucy was shocked. She has to buy it today. Her first love was in play. Simon: german,17 years, musician. "If Simon wants to see me, his desire would become true".Fnac. 32 euros. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>She got back running to home. Singing "la vie en rose"."La vie est parfaite.J'aime Simon!" 2 months waiting for this moment. He could see Simon finally. How would be Simon? "I don't care, I'm in love!!!". Install webcam. Waiting... . Connecting... . OK. "Simon, my love, are you there?". "Yes, darling, I was waiting for you.Take off your Tshirt, sweet."</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764369326487581330-6950640189418110451?l=grom304.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lucy Lee and mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201336416284206152noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764369326487581330.post-32620517172582427822007-09-25T14:04:00.000-07:002008-12-08T21:25:59.867-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EdLCtYf2YFU/Rvl5Iq-kUNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gnkdvFk9QJc/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114252041738539218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EdLCtYf2YFU/Rvl5Iq-kUNI/AAAAAAAAAA4/gnkdvFk9QJc/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Liberté, egalité et fraternité. Dans ma chambre n'aura pas aucun revolution française. Sera vraiment punit.C'est interdit. Premierement:Liberté.Pas du tout. Dans ma chambre je suis le seul personne qui va faire tout que je veux. Egalité: Comment egalité, c'est ma chambre, ne confuse pas!!. Fraternité: Ok, mon ami.</div><br /><div>Donc, je devrais changer mon slogan: Tranquilité et fraternité. Je vais ecrire a ma porte le lois de ma chambre.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764369326487581330-3262051717258242782?l=grom304.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lucy Lee and mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201336416284206152noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764369326487581330.post-76741882871317974112007-09-24T13:41:00.000-07:002008-12-08T21:25:59.987-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EdLCtYf2YFU/Rvgrqa-kUMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_ddlaGiTqMU/s1600-h/536135854_ed71b66d2e_m.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113885384675446978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="221" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EdLCtYf2YFU/Rvgrqa-kUMI/AAAAAAAAAAw/_ddlaGiTqMU/s320/536135854_ed71b66d2e_m.jpg" width="240" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Mariposas en el estomago? Quien coño invento esta estupida frase?? Creo que a todos nos parece tan cutre, que creo que nadie ha tenido las suficientes pelotas para decirmelo en persona. Hay que borrarla de los libros!!Me indigno a que mis detectives tengan mariposas en el estomago!!!</div><br /><div>Por lo que hago mi peticion: exigo la decapitacion de las mariposas de mi estomago. He decidido que no las quiero tenerlas. Por una simple razon:Mis mariposas se mudaron a mi corazon.</div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764369326487581330-7674188287131797411?l=grom304.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lucy Lee and mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201336416284206152noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3764369326487581330.post-43483973964655821032007-09-23T11:31:00.000-07:002008-12-08T21:26:00.132-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EdLCtYf2YFU/Rva1-K-kUJI/AAAAAAAAAAU/d4d3iln2edk/s1600-h/dan.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113474506629075090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EdLCtYf2YFU/Rva1-K-kUJI/AAAAAAAAAAU/d4d3iln2edk/s320/dan.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>It's 8:30. I miss my father's omelette!!</div><div></div><div></div><div>- Where is it, Imanol??</div><div></div><div>- No, Flor, noy today. I'll cook tomorrow. </div><div></div><div></div><div>Jajaja!!! Mum, Won't you taste today omelette??</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3764369326487581330-4348397396465582103?l=grom304.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Lucy Lee and mehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12201336416284206152noreply@blogger.com3