The Bean and Snoop Maddie Mad alays have a bow in their hair.  After searching local stores over and over the Mrs couldn’t find any.  So my sister Felicia is making these beautiful bows and Janice at The Cormorant shop is selloing them.

Holiday Gift Ideas -Felicia’s Holiday Bows At The Cormorant Shop, originally uploaded by captjoe06.

]]> http://dakotux.wordpress.com/2009/12/05/linux-mint-felicia/ Sat, 05 Dec 2009 07:36:38 +0000 DakoChan http://dakotux.wordpress.com/2009/12/05/linux-mint-felicia/

Up to today I’ve used Linux Mint 6 aka Felicia for about 9 months. Before I used Felicia I’ve used its sister, Daryna. I’ve noted some differences between them. Herewith I conclude my experience with Felicia on my Compaq Presario V3000 notebook.

Best things about Felicia:

• The Compiz works nicely in my notebook. I can say that it’s superb because I don’t experience any problem. On Daryna, it gave me a lot of problem, so that time I didn’t use compiz.
• The menu system is quite nice arranged.
• Because of it based on Ubuntu, and Ubuntu based on Debian, I can have many option of applications that I want to install.

Bad things about Felicia:

• Firefox is hang quite a few times, sometimes once a week. It’s really annoying, but I think the problem is with the Firefox and not Felicia.
• Felicia also hang, although not so often. When it hang, the Caps Lock light was blinking. I can’t tell in what condition the Felicia hang, but if it hang, I have no choice, I used hard shutdown to turn it off.
• There are multimedia buttons on my keyboard, but it seems the Felicia doesn’t like them, unlike Daryna last time, which worked perfectly.
• Transfer rate from my notebook to USB Harddrive SATA is very low. On average the transfer rate is only 4MB/sec. In addition, I think it also affected my USB DVD Writer, which made me spent more than 1 hour to burn 1 DVD.

Overall, Felicia is quite a good operating system. For most of the time it is quite stable and usable. I like Felicia, even though I feel Daryna still better. Hopefully the next Linux Mint can give me a better experience than Felicia.

Anyway, I want to say thank you to all open source developers, especially Linux Mint team.

To learn more about Cycle 8’s Felicia Provost, visit her bio page here.

Photo credit: Jeremy Lawson

Photo credit: Jeremy Lawson

Photo credit: Jeremy Lawson

Photo credit: Jeremy Lawson

Photo Credit: Bob Pitts

Photo credit: Steve and Dave Chen

Photo credit: Steve and Dave Chen

Photo credit: Steve and Dave Chen

Photo credit: Steve and Dave Chen

Photo credit: Steve and Dave Chen

Photo credit: Steve and Dave Chen

Photo credit: Steve and Dave Chen

Photo credit: Steve and Dave Chen

Photo credit: Steve and Dave Chen

Photo credit: Matthew Hise

Photo credit: Ernest Collins

Photo credit: Ernest Collins

Source: Time Out Chicago

Source: Time Out Chicago

Source: Time Out Chicago / Taylor Castle

Source: Time Out Chicago / Taylor Castle

Source: Too Hard Photography

Source: Too Hard Photography

Source: Too Hard Photography

Source: Too Hard Photography

Source: Too Hard Photography

To learn more about Cycle 8’s Felicia Provost, visit her bio page here. Photo credit: Guiliano Correia.

18. Witnesses

My mother found Stilin’s manuscript. I don’t know how much she read, but she was unbelievably angry.

“… and Stilin of all people!” she shouted, waving her glasses at me, always a very bad sign; “You would ask Stilin? I don’t know how you could bear to be in the same room with him. Like some horrid corpse; like being in the catacombs with dead people. He makes my flesh creep. Lucia, I know I kept things from you, but would you rather trust Stilin? Are you mad?”

“How dare you?” I shouted back, “Do I read your letters? Do I search through your things? Well, do I?”

“I’m your mother,” she said, “Lucia, I’m worried about you. Don’t you understand?”

The truth is, in the tiny flat we now inhabited, nothing could possibly be kept private. I went out and sat on a wall overlooking a vast, oily puddle between three of the blocks. When I was calm again, I could see that there was a grain of sense in what she said. I knew Stilin was a liar; by his own account he had lied all his life. I could not rely on his version. There must be other people I could talk to.

For some reason the person who came to mind was the person I must now think of as my half-sister, Felicia Pertari. She was a little older than me, she had always known where she stood in relation to my father – our father. Perhaps she would have a better perspective. The idea of meeting her was fascinating and frightening at the same time. I resented the position she seemed to hold as my father’s favourite, and yet at the same time I could not help nurturing a small hope that she would be my ally, that if I explained to her what was going on she would somehow make everything go right again. But how could I contact her? I spent hours wondering whether I could somehow get access to my father’s address book or whether I could pluck up enough courage to ask him – or even my mother. Then I found that she was listed in the phone book.

Dialling the number was terrifying, but luckily she answered at once, and when I told her who I was, she knew about me. She knew who I was, she wasn’t all that surprised to get a call from me; my father – our father – had often talked about me, she said. I had half-expected to astonish her, but she did not seem in the least surprised..

“Sweetie!” she said, “You want to come and see me? Of course, I’d love to meet you. Tomorrow afternoon? Come round to my place – do you know where it is?”

I did know: it was in one of the new luxury blocks down by the river. I can’t say it is a beautiful building – somehow we seem to have lost the art of making buildings that look good, instead of simply robust – but inside it was spacious, with high ceilings, and carpet everywhere as though it were an hotel. I took the lift to the top floor, stepped out into a little ante-room (not a corridor; there were other doors, but no other apartments), and there was Felicia’s apartment: number one. At that point I think I would have lost my nerve and gone away again, but she opened it herself without my knocking.

Meeting her was the strangest thing that had ever happened to me. Her face had something familiar about it – it wasn’t exactly that she looked like my father, or like me, though I suppose she did, apart from the pointy little nose which must have been her mother’s, and the blonde hair which had nothing to do with heredity. It was more that when I looked at her I could see that she looked somehow like a member of my family, like someone I vaguely knew already but had forgotten about. She looked no older than me, an impression reinforced by the gum she was chewing. I had somehow expected her to look slightly vulgar, but she wore a well-cut blouse and skirt; simple clothes but expensive quality and showing off a good taste I rather resented. I couldn’t afford such good taste. We hugged enthusiastically. To my surprise she was a couple of inches shorter than me.

Inside, in a huge room with a magnificent view of the meandering Indumina I was taken aback to find a small boy, about four years old, and a uniformed nanny – a stocky, square-shouldered figure.

“Say hello, Grigori,” said Felicia to the boy, “This is your Aunty Lucia.”

“Hello,” he muttered, twisting a small toy in his hands – I think it was a vehicle of some kind, “Look, it doesn’t work.”

“Nanny Van Velzen, will you take him for his walk now?” asked Felicia firmly, ignoring Grigori’s toy problem. The business of putting on coats and preparing for the walk took some time, but eventually Felicia and I were left alone with a cup of tea. She placed her chewing gum in a saucer of its own.

“Is tea alright?” she said, solicitously, “Or would you like something stronger?”

“Tea is fine.” I said, “Look – Felicia – I came to see you because, well, several reasons, but… You know, until, well, quite recently – it’s embarrassing, but I didn’t even know my, our father… I didn’t know he had more than one family… You see I went to see Lucas Stilin…”

“Stilin?” she exclaimed, “You went to see him? That was brave. I shouldn’t like to be alone with Stilin. Such a horrible man. What was it Daddy said? ‘Really, you know, Felicia, working with that man all the time, I should ask for some kind of bonus, don’t you think? He’s like Goebbels without the gemütlichkeit.’”

It was so strange and disturbing to hear her reporting my father’s words, and in a passable imitation of his voice.

“Stilin told me some dreadful things,” I said, annoyed by how childish I suddenly sounded. Then, worse still, I began to cry.

She sat down beside me and put her arm around me.

“Bastards!” she said, with sincerity.

Who knows what she meant: people like Stilin, people like our father, men in general; it didn’t really matter. In cold fact we were the bastards; but just then it seemed the most perfect expression of sympathy.

I told her all the dreadful sex things Stilin had related to me. She listened calmly, attentively; but somehow under her gaze the terrible stories began to seem ridiculous. She began smiling cautiously; she chuckled at the joke about Jakoubian’s mother that I had found so horrifying.

“Really that is most absurd,” she said when I had finished, but not unkindly.

“So you don’t think it’s true?”

“Oh, I didn’t say that!”

She took out a new piece of gum as though to assist her thought processes. “I don’t think it can all be true though, do you? I must say I don’t think Daddy would have accepted Mrs Faratrin in exchange for Georgia. It’s not much of a deal. Do you know Mrs Faratrin? She has big, sticking-out rabbit’s teeth.”

She chewed for a moment or two.

“Then again, so has Georgia,” she conceded. “But all the same – absurd! I can quite well believe, though, that Mrs Faratrin might have had a go at Daddy and then made up some fantastic excuse.”

“Had a go at him? Really?”

“Yes, of course. You see, sweetie, you have to make some allowance for Daddy being our Alpha Male, you know? Famous, rich, powerful, and still quite handsome – yes I know he could afford to lose a bit of weight, I always tell him, but still. All the other men admire him, they’re afraid of him. That’s attractive, don’t you think? He’s the Top Man. Most of the women of Mrs Faratrin’s age in this town would drop their knickers like a shot if they thought there was any chance. The other thing honestly is, poor Daddy, I mean he had my mother, and your mother, and Esmeralda to keep happy – how many women can the poor man deal with?”

“He, he told me he hadn’t slept with Esmeralda for years.”

“Well that’s a fib,” said Felicia decidedly, “He has to perform his duties once a month, on the last Friday. Check with the diary secretary if you don’t believe me.”

She saw my face and giggled.

“No, of course he hasn’t got ‘Service Esmeralda’ in his diary, I mean the secretary can tell you that he is always busy on the last Friday evening of the month and cannot be out of Sescastri at any cost. It’s true. Everyone knows about it. Poor Daddy. He told me it was like when I was young and had to brush my hair – you know, one hundred strokes before you can go to sleep?” She laughed delightedly, and I smiled politely, although the idea of my father sharing jokes about his sex life with her was not very pleasant to me, and the clear evidence that he had lied to at least one of us was not welcome, either.

“But all the other… mistresses? The junior Minister of Trade…?”

She shook her head dismissively.

“Those were all just little flings, not ongoing, you know? You have to remember how generous Daddy is. Some secretary sleeps with him at a conference, and she’s set up for life, even if they never get together again. No: Esmeralda, my mother, your mother: those are the only serious ones. Don’t worry about the rest.”

I told her about the other things Stilin had told me, about our father’s terrible treachery and lack of principle, but her interest receded immediately.

“Oh, politics,” she said, “Uh, yeah.”

She listened courteously as I explained it all, but offered no comment.

“I wouldn’t know about all that,” she said, without concealing a small yawn, “Look the thing is, Lucia, with Daddy being what he is all sorts of dreadful things are said about him. I’m sure you’ll hear many more. You must just ask yourself: is this really what Daddy would have done? We know he may be a little naughty in small ways, but he’s a good man. He’s done so much for our country, and he had so many enemies, you know, horrible people. He wouldn’t do anything really nasty. Just remember that when you hear terrible things. Don’t listen. Come and tell me about it if you’re upset, I’m always here, you can always come to me, really.”

“Felicia,” I said, “Please promise me you won’t repeat any of this. I don’t want anyone to get in trouble, not even Stilin.”

“Don’t worry, sweetie,” she said frankly, “All that political stuff – I’ve forgotten it already. I might have a little joke with Daddy about Jakoubian’s mother if that’s alright? No? Don’t worry, sweetie, I wouldn’t really. You can trust me. I’m your sister, after all.”

She reached out and stroked my cheek.

“Gosh, you’re so cute!” she said in English, and then, lapsing into Dubitanian, “I always wanted a little sister. I’m so glad.”

On the way out, I saw she had a framed copy of the famous poster: my father at the May Day parade. Only his head and shoulders are visible; he is laughing jovially and is just a little dishevelled. Felicia was right, he was handsome; square-shouldered, masculine, his eyes deep and thoughtful. On his shoulders, the delighted little girl has her fist raised triumphantly in the air. Behind them in huge letters are the words “Seize the Future!”

It was her. The little girl was her. I had always thought it was me that rode on his shoulders at the May Day parade, but there was no doubt; now I had met Felicia I could even recognise her features in the poster. It was a shock for me; it hit me in the stomach as hard as any of the other, far more serious revelations I had suffered recently. I tried not to show it; I hope I didn’t seem subdued as we kissed and parted on the doorstep.

It was obvious that talking to Felicia about my father’s alleged treachery would get me nowhere; even if I could get her to pay proper attention, she wouldn’t know any more about it than I did. I now resolved, therefore, to speak to one of the survivors of the Twenty. I did not expect them to be as open as Felicia, but surely their responses would tell me something, if I asked the right questions.

Unfortunately, there were not that many to choose from any more: a lot of them died in the war or soon afterwards, and many more had gone since then. Of those that I knew were still alive, Hofstadt lived in Livorin and never came to Sescastri; Tabula had returned to Aldershot and Ventarin to New York. My best hope seemed to be D’Issigny, the former anarchist, recently retired from his Ministerial career but still living in Sescastri. He was not listed in the phone book, but as it happened I thought I knew where he lived. A few years ago my father had given me a lift down into the centre of town, and D’Issigny was with him: we had dropped him off, I recalled, at a block only a few streets away. I took a chance and got the bus back to our old neighbourhood; once there I could walk to D’Issigny’s block, if he still lived in the same place.

Inside, the concierge looked at me suspiciously.

“I have come to see Comrade D’Issigny.” I said, trying to sound authoritative. Reluctantly the concierge picked up the phone; it seemed that I was at least in the right place and that D’Issigny was at home.

“He says he’s not expecting anyone,” said the concierge, holding his hand over the phone, “Who are you and what do you want?”

“I’m Lucia Fabrin,” I said, and added, with a strong sense of being back in the playground, “I’m the daughter of Comrade Larvartin.”

The concierge paused for a full five seconds over this, and then spoke on the phone again.

“He says to go straight up. Floor ten, flat 7.” He pointed to the lifts.

D’Issigny’s flat was built to exactly the same plan as the one my mother and I had previously lived in , which was oddly disorientating; far less luxurious than Felicia’s place, and simply furnished, but an enviable dwelling none the less. D’Issigny was a small thin man with pure white hair and a fastidiously trimmed beard and moustache; he bowed and kissed my hand ceremoniously.

He took me into a small study and sat behind a polished wooden desk – clearly an antique; French, I thought. No refreshments were offered.

“Now then,” he said briskly, “What can I do for the daughter of our beloved Leader?”

“Comrade D’Issigny,” I said, “I have been working on a little memoir of my father’s life. Nothing scholarly, you understand, just a little personal thing. I’ve spoken to a number of people and I thought you might be able to help correct some of the facts that have been passed on to me.”

“What facts?”

“Well… For example, I have heard that my father actually visited Dacsvillin only briefly during the siege.”

“False,” said D’Issigny, “First there, last to leave. He actually drafted the Hoffmann Declaration, long before the rest of us arrived. It was your father’s energy and foresight throughout the siege that led to his being recognised as the real leader of the Left in this country.”

“But wasn’t the Hoffmann Declaration written in German?”

D’Issigny flapped his right hand disdainfully.

“Don’t know – I didn’t arrive until later. I imagine it was translated. The point is, your father was the hero of that episode. The supplies he brought in with him were crucial; we should have had to give in without them.”

I noted silently that my father must have been foresighted indeed if he had brought in supplies before the Hoffmann Declaration was drafted, long before anyone realised that there would be a siege.

“Look,” said D’Issigny, “I can give you a bit of help here. I have an account of your father’s career which covers all this ground… Let me see…”

He rummaged in one of the desk drawers and took out a book which he handed to me.

“It’s all in there,” he said, “You’re welcome to keep it if it will help at all.”

It was, of course, ‘Marki Larvartin: Father of his Country!’ by V.I.Mischkoff.

I feigned pleasure and gratitude as best I could and D’Issigny seemed to relax a little.

“One other thing I’d like to check,” I said, cunningly, “I’ve been told that my father sometimes lacked resolution.”

“Nonsense. I don’t know what you mean.”

“Well,” I said nervously, and decided to gamble “One person told me that when the Russians caught Obertin, my father lost his nerve and asked them not to execute him.”

“Who told you that?”

“I haven’t got my notes here… I think it might have been Controller Ursin. He said my father agreed to the execution but lacked the resolution to see it through.”

“Hah. Well, that’s utter nonsense. False.”

“Is it?”

“Of course it is. I don’t know what Ursin thinks he knows about it, anyway: he wasn’t even there.”

There was a short, pregnant silence.

“Your father had a stronger stomach than any of us,” said D’Issigny, admiringly. “Some of the Russians wanted to keep Obertin alive. Your father said that after the revolution decadents like him could be reformed, but in wartime they had to take the shortest way. It wasn’t a pretty sight, what a machine gun at close range does to a human body, but your father never flinched. Never. I can assure you of that.”

I tried to look calm, happy.

“That boy who tried to assassinate my father, was he really Obertin’s son…?”

“No, no, that’s garbled, don’t you see? There was a group of Royalist terrorists for a while who called themselves the Sons of Obertin. Didn’t last long.” D’Issigny grinned for the first time, “Obviously not his real sons.”

“Weren’t they?”

“Well hardly. Obertin was as queer as a three-bit note. That was the point. That was why he got the machine gun. The old Archbishop, you know, Forobdin, he used to say, what was it, Julio, he used to say, I understand that this homosexuality is in your nature, but do you have to express it quite so strenuously?”

He paused again and I could see he was suddenly regretting everything he had just said.

“I think it would be better if you didn’t quote any of that, though,” he said, “In time of war, you know… these things don’t always get taken in their right context… and now I’m afraid I must end the conversation. I have to go to a meeting. Miss Fabrin, excuse me, I hope the book is useful… stick to what it says, it’s all there. I endorse it unreservedly.”

I found myself on the street outside again in no time. I was a little worried that D’Issigny would ring my father and tell him about the conversation, but I thought that fear of revealing his own indiscretion about Obertin would probably stop him from doing that.

What a horrid revelation, and what a vile man! Lucas Stilin didn’t seem so bad to me now; he was honest with me, at least. I was convinced now that everything he had told me was the truth. When I got home I took out the memoir again.

49,538 – and the weekend ahead of me! It’s in the bag. Unfortunately the story isn’t finished.

People comment how they love how The Bean and Snoop Maddie Mad always have a bow in their hair.  Well it’s difficult to find bows around here.

We usually buy a ton of them down in Naples because there are a couple of shops that have them.  Well my sister Felicia being the ridiculously creative person that she is can produce just about anything in the kitchen or anything to do with sewing.  She doesn’t use recipes and she doesn’t follow paterns- she just is gifted that way.  I know she got it from our grandmother Felicia and partly from my mother..

Well Janice Lufkin Shea will be carrying Felicia’s bows at The Cormorant Shop.  So stop on down and pick some up for the little girls in your life.  they make perfect stocking stuffers.

Cormorant Shop Carrying Felicia’s Holiday Bows, originally uploaded by captjoe06.

]]> http://damennamen.wordpress.com/2009/11/24/teppich-felicia/ Tue, 24 Nov 2009 07:55:48 +0000 Dana M. http://damennamen.wordpress.com/2009/11/24/teppich-felicia/

gefunden von Julia G. im schwedischen Möbelhaus

Best Things Wrap-up 11/4/09

1.  The Queens Farm Museum – It took us a train ride from Carroll Gardens to Queens, and a bus from the F line to the middle of nowhere.  The farm is one bus stop away from being off the NYC transit map.  No one knows what happens when you cross the imaginary line to THAT territory, but we hypothesized that this is the area where the Cragons live to feed off wandering homeless and tourists who fell asleep on the bus for too long.  This is science.

The farm was free to wander but we missed the Halloween corn maze, which would have been worth the nominal fee.  Among my favorite animals were Mr. Face, Douglas the baby cow, and Felicia.  This was my first trip to Queens, and it was strange to see houses and cars (and available parking!) in this residential area, having lived in the cramped city comfort of Brooklyn for a bit.  Aside from the animals and the “Irish/Peruvian Bar”, I can make a completely uneducated statement about the borough and say there is no reason to go back.

Felicia, I love her.

2.  30 Rock – Given that it’s November of 2009, there isn’t much I could say about the show that hasn’t been said more eloquently elsewhere.  It’s funny how little the Emmy’s matter to a person who doesn’t have cable (aka, another excuse to drink), but if the show stayed as good as it started then it deserves every award it won, and the awards it didn’t win, and the awards it might have won but I was too drunk to notice.

3.  Sam’s Restaurant – The most authentic old school Brooklyn pizza joint you could ask for, checkered table cloths and all.  The experience begins when you walk under the missable neon sign, having been there for so long it looks camouflaged in the neighborhood.  Taking half a flight of stairs down to the entrance, Sam’s is dimly lit, but certainly not in a created-romantic-ambiance way, rather in the “style” of a windowless basement.  The place reminds me of my grandpa, and of everybody’s grandpa.  It’s also undoubtably some of the best pizza you’re likely to get in New York City, second to Lucali but the margin isn’t as wide as you would expect.  Try a pizza with garlic and mushrooms, it will blow your mind.

4.  Moto – I met Mike and Cool Rhonda for drinks here on the South end of Williamsburg.  I was taken aback by its location in the middle of urban sprawl, which added intrigue to its speakeasy like entrance.  The place offers beer and wine only, and a limited but tasty looking menu, priced as reasonably as you can expect.  Stepping in the place feels like opening a portal to a cozy, small 1930’s jazz club – not a bad way to start the night.

5. Where the Wild Things Are – Sweet, precocious, dark, watching the film is like witnessing a children’s adventure from an adult view of a child’s mind.

IT’S THAT TIME OF YEAR AGAIN! Halloween~!!! 
Too bad I lost my bunny ears for the White Rabbit ._. I still has my tail though! But it’s not like people will look at my bum and say: Oh! She’s a rabbit! ._.; Well they might, but I don’t know that.

Tons of pictures, courtesy of Loo.

Dorky Dr. Lulz.


It’s serious business, the Alice in Wonderland crew.

Who would of thunk?

Hm… what to order…

The nerdy couple.

White Rabbit wants a kiss from Alice!

Mad Hatter is EXTREMELY chipper.

Our sexy Queen of Hearts~~~~

Dr. Lulz sees something interesting? Wonder what it is.

It’s how dorks do it.

D8 White Rabbit shouldn’t be drinking <_<;;;;

“I’ll be the doctor okay? Now breathe in~”

Dr. Lulz does not approve.
“You’re doing it wrong!!!”

Mad hatter just wants to be part of the picture.

“Maybe I should of gone to med school….” – White Rabbit
“Yeah.. It might help.” – Alice

Let’s start practicing!

“Uh oh, I think you have cancer….”

Alice really loves the Shrinking Potions..

Oh my! Already looking for more?

Stop being a creeper.

“I’m so pretty~ Oh so pretty~”

“I approve.”

“Worship me, little ones!”

Six-eyes D8

“I went to Law school.”

“See? I sued the White Rabbit for a grape!”


“OH DEAR! SO SCANDALOUS!” – Alice

“Don’t be scared!” – Dr. Lulz
” ; A ; ” – White Rabbit

“OMG LOOK OVER THERE!!!!!!” – Dr. Lulz
“D8″ – White Rabbit

“Wtf is wrong with our friends? Why can’t they be normal? D8″

HAPPY HALLOWEEN~

I am just thrilled with the work the new factory is turning out…  here are some pics of the samples.  I am flying to China on Nov 6th to see them in person and get production going

A categoria Anthology contará a história de games através de sua série ou melhor franquia. No caso desse excelente jogo, Marvel vs Capcom 2, devo dividir em muitos posts pois possui mais de 60 personagens. Tenho muita história para contar.Falarei um pouco de cada personagem sendo 3 por vez e, procurarei sua história, origem e alguns jogos em que o personagem aparece (se é que aparece). Neste primeiro post, teremos os seguintes personagens: Felicia, Megaman e Capitão Comando.

Felicia – História:

Bom, A Felicia nasceu diferente das garotas normais, por motivos que ninguém sabe, ela era uma garota felina e foi abandonada ainda jovem. Foi adotada por uma enfermeira católica de nome Rose e eram felizes. Quando Rose morreu muitos anos depois, Felicia, já adulta saiu de sua cidade com a pretensão de ser rockstar e encontrou outras garotas como ela pelo caminho (garotas gato).

Ela inicia uma banda com essas garotas e, num futuro até abre um orfanato para cuidar de crianças abandonadas, chamado “Felicity House”.

Felicia – Games:

Megaman – História:

Em um futuro não muito distante, em algum momento do ano 20XX, dois cientistas da robótica Albert Willy e Thomas Light produzem os primeiros robos independentes baseados nas leis da robótica. Por ser idealizador do projeto, Light ficou com a fama e Willy, tomado de inveja, rouba seis dos robos originais e reprograma-os para seguirem seu comando.

Decidido a conquistar o mundo com seus Robot Masters, começa tempos dificeis para a Terra. Dr. Light é obrigado a converter um robo simpático chamado Rock, que é um robo ajudante e, sendo um dos primeiros robos a ter uma programação próxima a sentimentos humanos, assim como sua irmã robótica Roll e seu irmão mais velho, o protótipo Protoman, ele o tinha como filho.

Rock foi convertido para a batalha e se torna Megaman, que até os tempos atuais, está tentando acabar com o mal e estabelecer a paz para a raça humana.

Megaman – Games:

A primeira aparição de Megaman foi no Nes, em um divertido e difícil side Scrolling, o ano era 1987.

Willy & Light no Rockboard, jogo de Quiz do Megaman (perguntas e respostas)Willy and Light no RockBoard, capinha do jogo XD

Willy & Light No Rockboard, capinha do jogo.

Marvel Vs Capcom 1 e 2 possui a participação do Azulzinho

Megaman em ação em Marvel Vs Capcom 1

Megaman faz participação no game de tiro 3D Cannon Spike

Megaman Soccer, o azulzinho bate uma bolinha ^.^

Capcom World 2 - Neste raro jogo de Quiz, perguntas e respostas da Capcom, Megaman faz uma ponta mas, não encontrei uma imagem com ele >.<

Card de Megaman no game de cartas SNK vs. Capcom: Card Fighters Clash

Super Adventure of Megaman é um game diferente. É como um desenho animado mas, o jogador faz decisões que influenciam no enredo. Parece ser bem divertido.

Rockman World 5 é o ultimo da saga clássica no Game Boy antigo XD

Megaman teve participações em outros games como: Street Fighter Alpha 3 (aparece no Background), Marvel Super Heroes Vs Street Fighter (Background), Pocket Fighter (como muitas referecias do azulzinho), Might Final Fight (nes – este eu nunca o encontrei >.<), Power Stone 2 (referencias), Boktai e Boktai 2 (a uma side quest no game envolvendo o Megaman e seus personagens, Lunar Knights (quest com referencias a Megaman), The Misadventures of Tron Bonne (Megaman tem participação), Onimusha Blade Warriors (referencias a Megaman), and Tatsunoko Vs Capcom: Ultimate All Stars (Megaman é um personagem jogável). Não inclui a saga Legend, nem X, Zero ou ZX lógicamente por se tratar de Megaman clássico (a série EXE nem considero Megaman, muito menos aquele Megaman Star Force). Possívelmente posso ter esquecido algum jogo mas a grande maioria está postado.

Capitão Comando aparecia frequentemente em embalagens de games e no site da Capcom, como nesta versão em uma caixa de cartucho de nes - desculpem a péssima imagem XD

Grupo Commando

Captain Commando, primeira aparição do Capitão azul

Captain Commando - Mesmo game, outra imagem!!!!

Capcom World 2 , jogo de quiz, tem a participação do Capitão mas, como o Megaman não achei nenhuma imagem ´.`

Marvel vs Capcom 1 e 2, afinal, o tema do post, Capitão arrasando com o seu grupo desferindo seu Captain Sword

SNK vs. Capcom: Card Fighters Clash, cartinha do Capitão XD

Neste bom game de estratégia, contamos com o Capitão tb, (lado superior esquerdo XD)

Bom, basicamente este é o fim deste imenso post, espero que tenham gostado pois, pesquisei bastante XD, fiquem com cada um dos personagem em performance no Marvel vs Capcom 2 e até o próximo Mega Post.

Felicia gameplay

Capitão Comando Gameplay

Megaman Gameplay (ignorem o cara chato falando XD)

Bom, novamente agradeço a todos e até a segunda parte XD

I did really badly for this year’s EOY exams.
Dropping in my class position.
Worse still, my level position was horrendous! D:
When Mr. Ng told me my positions, I went to Narelle’s and Sakina’s
table and was like almost crying there and then.

Felicia on the other hand was like

Felicia: What’s your position?
Me: Not even top 20 (see thats SUPPERRRRR BAD)
Felicia: You did very badly for your science.
Me: WTF?! B*tch.

I am so sad already, and she’s reprimanding me for my bad grade.
Nice friend you are.

Anyways,
With the terrible not to mention HORRENDOUS grades
not even an A1 for my Maths! Which is
SUPEEEEEEEEERRRR DISAPPOINTING!

I am not able to go to my pure science class.
thus i will go to my combined physics and chemistry class!(:
I will work doubly hard next year!

Okay must blog liao. Cannot resist the urge to.

12 September 2009

My family went to eat at Seafood Paradise’s franchise outlet
at Funan Digital Mall (:
The theme over there is like olden days chinese style.
Very classic and elegant.

The tea and vinegar holder.

Table setting. (:

26 September 2009

Again my family travelled to Seletar Country Club to eat dinner together
with my aunt, uncle and my cousin.

The club is located very far in.
Therefore we had to travel a very long distance with the car.
While on the way, it was about 6.30pm and sunset time!
Took some cool pics!

30 September 2009

Our drama exam was coming up and my group was doing a play
on how this girlfriend died on the 911 plane.

So in the beginning of the play, we had this scene where there were paparazzi
and we needed people to play as passangers on the plane.
However since there were 5 in the group,
and we weren’t allowed to use other people,
we had no choice but to use stuffed toys.

Felicia was kind enough to lend us her huge stuff toys.
So on 30 Sept, she woke up super early to travel to braddel
to pick up her toys from her grandmother’s place.

I then asked my grandpa to pick her up as well.
You can’t be seen bringing 3 huge animals onto the bus right?
So weird…

and Tessa tied me and Sakina’s hair!
Her first time at french braiding and she totally rocks at it!

10 October 2009

Narelle asked me and Sakina if we wanted to do CIP.
CIP (Community Involvement Programme).
The more hours you do, then the higher chances of getting an A1 for ‘O’ Level.
and you are able to minus 2 points off your total aggregate.

So her aunty needed help for the childcare’s graduation concert.
In the morning, at the centre, I was in charge of looking after the kids.
They were watching looney tunes.(: HAHAS.

Then we went to Nanyang Girl’s School for their concert.
Was at the backstage changing their clothes for a while.
And they started touching me! :O

The boys are so touchy…
One of the girl’s too. Lol.
This boy is very handsome (:

Then I went to see how the auditorium looked like and
its just like an opera house.

Was supposed to go to Bryan’s church that same day after CIP
but CIP ended late, so I wasn’t able to make it. Sorry! ):

17 October 2009
Just yesterday, it was the day i made it up to Bryan
for breaking the promise of going to his church last week.

So yesterday I accompanied him and his mum to
City Harvest Church at the Expo.
When i first entered, it was just in immense darkness.

Outside, they were selling snacks.
For them, they could eat during service.
For me as a Catholic, of course not!

Well their service is 3 hours long.
So it was record breaking for me to last this long in church. Lol!

There was a tremendous difference i could tell when i was observing the service.
They are more lively, more eye catching.
Usually appealing to the younger generation.

Their songs are contemporary rock. None at all like Catholic songs.
Very different.
However their pastor was quite amusing.
Entertaining in other words.

As a Roman Catholic visiting a Christian church,
I didn’t know whether to sing or to pray along with them.
Therefore i was quite quiet last night. :X

Yes i knew that Catholics belong to the Christian community,
but however, the way we do things is very different.
Catholics are more traditional.

Mass is very traditional and sacred.
And our beliefs are different on the Holy Communion.

Yups so quite awkward.

So after their service ended, we went for dinner together
along with his mum’s cell group friends.
I felt so extra!

And he wanted to rush home before 10pm to watch his soccer.
So on the expressway… almost had a heart attack okay.

Hahas. But thanks for the drive home dear! (:

19 October 2009
Today’s Cat class topic was the same as what Bryan’s pastor at his church was preaching.

Temptation
and Obeying God.

We should only acknowledge One God.
“Thou shall not have any other Gods before me”
as stated in the first commandment.

We shouldn’t worship false gods.
-Fengshui/ Geomancer.
-Astrology
-Palm reading

are some examples of false gods.
If we are always superstitious about this
and always want to know what the future is.

What is the point of having God?

We would be living in a life of dependency on other subjects.
Which is very bad.

Okay Thank God there’s no school tmr!
Yays sleep in!):
And mug for Science paper.
I hope i can do well!

God loves you. (:

AFI FEST 2009 PRESENTED BY AUDI

ANNOUNCES WORLD PREMIERE OF

MIRAMAX FILM’S “EVERYBODY’S FINE”

ROBERT DE NIRO AND KATE BECKINSALE

TO ATTEND

ALSO ANNOUNCED ARE FILMS SELECTED FOR FESTIVAL’S

DEBUT OF NEW LIGHTS COMPETITION

Los Angeles, CA, October 5, 2009—AFI FEST 2009 presented by Audi today announced that Kirk Jones’ EVERYBODY’S FINE will have its world premiere at a Gala Screening presentation on Tuesday, November 3, 2009, at the Grauman’s Chinese Theatre in Hollywood. AFI FEST also announced the debut of the New Lights Competition, which will feature a selection of groundbreaking films by first and second time filmmakers from around the world.

EVERYBODY’S FINE, a remake of Giuseppe Tornatore’s STANNO TUTTI BENE, stars Robert De Niro as a widower who, upon realizing his only connection to his family was through his wife, sets off on an impromptu road trip to reunite and reconnect with each of his grown children. What follows is a series of eye-opening experiences for the working-class man as he learns the truth about each of their lives. Written and directed by Jones, the film also stars Drew Barrymore, Kate Beckinsale and Sam Rockwell. Jones, as well as De Niro and Beckinsale, will attend the world premiere of the film. The Miramax Films release is due in theaters December 4.

The New Lights Competition was created to feature and honor vital, groundbreaking films by first- and second-time feature filmmakers from around the world. Films selected this year include Israel’s Ophir (Best Picture) winner and the country’s Official Selection to the Academy Award foreign-language competition, AJAMI, directed by the Israeli/Palestinian tandem of Yaron Shani and Scandar Copti; Andrea Arnold’s UK coming-of-age story FISH TANK; Oren Moverman’s wartime drama, THE MESSENGER, starring Woody Harrelson and Samantha Morton; NORTHLESS, Rigoberto Perezcano’s debut from Mexico; the previously announced German drama, EVERYONE ELSE (directed by Maren Ade); and POLICE, ADJECTIVE (directed by Corneliu Porumboiu), the winner of Cannes’ Un Certain Regard jury prize and Romania’s Official Selection to the Academy Award foreign-language competition.

“The establishment of the AFI FEST New Lights Competition is another highlight this year,” said AFI FEST Artistic Director Rose Kuo. “These films represent a selection of the year’s most essential work from the international film festival circuit.”

AFI FEST Director of Programming Robert Koehler added, “This competition is a great example of what we hoped to achieve with the programming for this year’s festival. To a film, they are accomplished and challenging works that strive to be memorably cinematic.”

New Lights competition selections (with descriptions by Koehler) are:

AJAMI (Israel/Germany)

Directors: Scandar Copti, Yaron Shani

The film follows the interconnected stories of people of different faiths living side by side in a crime-ridden neighborhood. Israel’s foreign-language Academy Award submission, the film won a special mention Camera d’Or at the Cannes Film Festival, where it played in Directors’ Fortnight.

EASIER WITH PRACTICE (USA)

Director: Kyle Patrick Alvarez

A young author sets out on a book promotion road trip with his younger brother. However, a random phone call from a mysterious woman begins a funny and intimate long-distance relationship that leads the man on another path to discover not only the truth about their relationship but also about himself.

EVERYONE ELSE (ALLE ANDEREN)

(Germany)

Director: Maren Ade

A couple’s psychological and emotional ties as they are put to the test during an increasingly volatile holiday in Sardinia.

FIRST OF ALL, FELICIA (FELICIA INAINTE DE TOATE)

(Romania/France/Belgium/Croatia)

Directors: Razvan Radulescu, Melissa de Raaf

A grown daughter experiences an extremely frustrating day as she attempts to return home from a family visit in Bucharest.

FISH TANK (UK)

Director: Andrea Arnold

Winner of Cannes’ Grand Jury Prize, this explosively realistic coming-of-age tale reveals the power dynamics beneath a girl’s dangerous friendship with an older man.

I KILLED MY MOTHER (Canada)

Director: Xavier Dolan

Directed by a 20-year-old wunderkind and winner of three Cannes awards, this miraculous debut follows a teenager as he wrestles with his sexuality, his talent and his mom.

THE MESSENGER (USA)

Director: Oren Moverman

Winner of two awards at the Berlin Film Festival, this unforgettable, potent debut feature by acclaimed screenwriter Moverman follows soldiers on a tough assignment: informing the families of the dead. The cast includes Woody Harrelson, Samantha Morton, Jena Malone and Ben Foster.

THE MILK OF SORROW (LA TETA ASUSTADA)

(Spain/Peru)

Director: Claudia Llosa

Winner of Berlin’s Golden Bear, this landmark work transmutes Peru’s brutal civil war into an allegorical tale: a young woman determined to turn the fear she inherited into hope.

NORTHLESS (NORTEADO)

(Mexico)

Director: Rigoberto Perezcano

A touching drama follows a would-be migrant from Oaxaca who finds friendship at a Tijuana market as he attempts to cross the border into the United States. The film explores what is left behind when a Mexican crosses the border into El Norte.

POLICE, ADJECTIVE (Romania)

Director: Corneliu Porumboiu

Articulate and brilliantly constructed, this Cannes winner tracks a weary officer who resists busting a hash-smoking teen: Will he ruin a kid’s life because of youthful indiscretions? This drama follows the impact on a young policeman’s life after following his actions.

WOMAN WITHOUT PIANO (LA MUJER SIN PIANO)

(Spain/France)

Director: Javier Rebello

The second feature from one of Spain’s most exciting talents follows the nocturnal adventures of a homemaker in Madrid as she attempts to escape her mundane family life only to wind up caring for an escaped Polish immigrant.

Free tickets are available beginning October 16 to all Festival screenings at AFI.com/AFI FEST, at the Mann Chinese 6 Theatre (6925 Hollywood Blvd.) beginning October 26, or on the day of scheduled screenings via Rush Lines. Priority seating to all screenings can be secured by becoming a patron of the Festival and purchasing an AFI FEST Patron Pass. For more details, visit AFI.com.