oke, kita update sedikit tentang perkembangan motekar sekarang. motekar tengah merencanakan ekspansinya, yaitu dengan mengontrak tempat baru. sistem orderan tengah diperbaiki sehingga tujuan utama kami adalah untuk membuat pelanggan orgasme, haha.

nantinya anda bisa memesan kaos dalam jumlah satuan di motekar, dan motekar juga berencana untuk membuat baju yang akan kita jual di salah satu FO di bandung, sedang dalam progress, nantikan saja kelanjutannya.

Till och med en CB66 måste kännas gigantisk om man sitter i en 2.4. “Dramatiskt” klipp från Frostbite.

Påminner mig om när brosan och jag lämnade Falsterbo/Skanör för många, många år sedan. Vi seglade en J24 runt Sverige och hade gjort ett pitstop efter kanalen. Strålande väder, vi satte spinnaker direkt i hamnbassängen och “dånade” igenom ett gäng optimister. Kände oss som kungar och tyckte oss kunna ana känslan som besättningarna på Whitbreadbåtarna [kanske] hade när de startade en delsträcka. Schyssta minnen!

LOL!! Can we just focus on his abs and good looks???

Woke up at around 9 this morning. Yesterday was a busy day. I went somewhere to look for vacant office spaces. The team is planning to start making calls in a small office space while some people are still setting up our permanent office at the Winland Tower Condo. Anyway, I also went to Robinson’s Place (Mall) and bought a shirt. Here’s what it looks like:

Team Jacob

Negative Art Effect

Negative Art Effect

This is one of my pre-Christmas gifts to myself (to satisfy my New Moon obsession). LOL! I was supposed to take a picture of myself wearing the shirt but when I put it on, the whole Team Jacob design is right in front of my boobs and I thought it might not look decent so I took it off. Haha!! Go Team Jacob!!

Sometimes, I just feel like a little kid. Last week, while Michael and I were on our way home, I saw this apartment with lots of Christmas lights and unconsciously, I blurted out, “Wow! Look at that!”. To which, Michael said, “Lower down your voice. People are looking at you.” Then I realized that I just humiliated myself in public, but it didn’t matter, I was so mesmerized by the lights that the next time I passed by the same apartment I took a picture so I could post it here. LOL.

I don’t have a photographer’s camera so I didn’t get a good shot.

These are the chocolates that Michael’s mom sent him. He’s not so fond of chocolates because when he was still a kid, they used to have lots of ‘em stored in their fridge. So he said I could have the chocolates his mom sent. Haha! Of course, I’m loving it! I didn’t grow up with a fridge loaded with chocolates. Whenever I get chocolates, I always see to it that I don’t consume everything in just one day. It’s like, I don’t want to run out of chocolates. LOL!

Årets julkalender från skota.se med fina seglarbilder av Johan Granath. Ger en hopp och kraft att orka igenom vintermörkret.

Interessanter Tune :p

Classic Stuff …. ich sage nur … Aaaahaaa,  hab ich’s mir doch gleich gedacht … schon wieder besoffen, waaa  ?! – Jaaaaaa … ich auch :p !

Vad händer om man kombinerar en nyutexaminerad hemlig agent, en nyfiken duva med smak för munkar och en topphemlig agentväska? Man får ett sex minuter långt prisbelönt klipp av den franske författaren och regissören Lucas Martell. Klippet har tagit över 100 personer närmare fem år att göra.

Die Szene is soo böse aber gleichzeitig echt lustig … der arme Junge :p

Kourt and Lauren walked out of the food court, throwing their garbage in the trash bin they passed along the way. “So, that was totally like too easy, are we ever gonna call them?” Lauren asked, her best friend, seeking approval but attempting to make hide it.

“Eh, honestly, I have like no idea,” Kourt said, playing with her hair in one hand and grabbing her phone from her bag with the other. She remembered Paul’s text, and their plans, a slight chill danced down her spine. “All I know,” Kourt said, stopping the game she played with her hair, and throwing her phone into her bag, “I’m done with guys for now. Like, let’s go shop and stuff! Back to Victoria’s Secret Lor?” Kourt gesticulated wildly, her now free hands acting as conduits for her thoughts, and doing slowly flawlessly. It was as if her mind overflowed so much with thought her hands caught up the overflow and further proved whatever she spoke of.

“Oh like definitely, I need to pick up some things, hehe.” Lauren giggled her response as her and her bestie walked back toward the store they had left an hour or two ago. On their walk back to the store there was no delay or intrusion, unlike the walk to the food court. The went back into Victoria’s Secret. The PINK clothes section had it’s own entrance, though the whole store was connected on the inside. Walking around the store again, it was as if they had never been there before. They looked everywhere, flipping through all the racks, examining all the panties on display tables – their own personal heaven (except the pearly gates were security sensors.)

Kourt, with the same outfit her friend held earlier, in her hand, asked, “So you going to like buy this, it’s totally adorable.” She liked the outfit she held, honestly trying to help out her friend. This time, no game, not pulling strings she acted genuine and helpful.

“Oh, like, thanks K. Totally! It’s so cute!” Lauren said as she walked over to her friend and grabbed the pastel yellow outfit from her hand. “And oh my god it’s on sale!” Lauren said as she caught the sign behind her friend, “It’s twenty percent off!”

“Ha, sale, hey Lor it’s not like it matters, it’s not like they cost much anyway, whatever. Plus, your daddy will just put whatever money you like spend back on your card.” Kourt said as she walked over to the display table and looked through the box of technicolor PINK panties.

“Like, haha, you are right K,” Lauren replied, outfit in hand, as she walked behind her friend toward the counter to pay. She looked over her shoulder and asked, “You gonna pick anything up Kourt?”

“Ya, I need some of these,” She replied, lifted a pair up out of the display box to show her friend, “I just totally like can’t decide which.”

“Well, what’s Paul’s favorite color?” Lauren asked with a smirk as she stepped into the line by the cashier. Kourt just rolled her eyes, she kept Paul out of her mind since they got into the store but Lauren had to bring him up. And just like that Kourt’s mood turned sour. She knew Paul’s favorite color, blue, but with her sour mood, she rummaged through the wicker display box, ignoring everything blue. She grabbed two pairs, a green pair with PINK in all caps written across the rear, and a polka-dot pink and white thong, with the tiny dog logo on the small amount of fabric the back. Then she made her way behind her friend in line. “I didn’t see any blue,” she lied, flatly.

“Oh, well, that’s like fine, at least you decided! I totally love those green ones! Oh my god, and that thong is so cute!” Lauren told her friend as she handed the sweat pant out fit to the employee behind the counter.

“$25.50,” the blond employee behind the counter told Lauren so unassertively it came out a question. Lauren handed the employee her card, and quickly finished her transaction, not bothering to grab a receipt.

Kourt didn’t take too long to ring out after her friend and soon enough both girls walked out of the store bags in hand. Lauren eyed her phone as the girls walked through the mall, and turned to Kourtney, “the mall will close in like an hour, wanna go run by the shoe store?”

“Sure thing, sounds like perfect to me!” full of mock enthusiasm with her upward inflection aiding in making her tone appear convincing.

On the walk to the shoe store, which of course sat on the opposite side of the mall as Victoria’s Secret (though luckily the same side the girl’s parked) Kourt pulled her phone from her bag and flicked through the contacts. She then reread the text from Paul.

Hey luv. I cnt wait 2 c u either. 2Mrw will be fun! Love U Paulie!

Kourt felt her self type the text, one hand methodically typing out the letters while the other held her bag to her arm. She saw each word as it appear on her screen. Heard the clicking of the buttons, as well the the distant sound of Lauren blabbering on and on. Send. Kourt felt so far from control, but began to grow used to it. She shook the bad feeling and began to look forward to seeing Paul. Maybe this time will be better, just maybe.

“So, like, the flats that I wanted before Kristy totally already got so like I said I like don’t think I am going to get those. But there are these boots, my god they are the most adorable things ever.” Lauren had been talking the whole time but Kourt figured she grasped enough of what she said to reply . “Ya, plus, like, it’s getting colder so boots would be nice. And those other boots you have are so old, totally last winter. They are cute and all but like everyone saw them last year. These new ones probably look so much hotter.” Kourtney jumped into the conversation flawlessly, like a ballerina preforming her solo dance she personified grace, beauty, elegance. The oddity of this dance and this ballerina was she hadn’t practiced at all, just a natural, using her gift.

While still in mid conversation the girls made their way into the shoe store. About the size of one of their closets the store displayed very little. Shoes perched here and their on the walls, a few display stands in the scattered around the store showing off certain fall fashions, including the boots Lauren spoke of earlier. The girls split up and wondered around the store, Lauren found an employee (obviously the cutest boy in the store) to help her find the boots her size. While Lauren flirted her time away, asking the poor employee to size her foot, since she just “like, totally forgot her size for boots,” Kourt picked up different heals, and sneakers from the plastic stands that adorned the walls. Nothing appealing to her too much Kourt decided against buying new shoes this trip, as shocking as that was, and she walked over to her friend who sat at a bench in the middle of the store awaiting the return of the cute employee who walked to the back to find the boots she needed so desperately.

“Did they like, have your size Lor?” Kourt asked as she sat down.

“Luckily, they did, and that boy helping me, my god he is the like the cutest thing ever. Such a hunk,” Lauren giggled and spun her hair in her fingers, as she told her friend all the news. Soon enough, the employee walked back from the back, with the box of boots in his hand and walk up to the girls.

“Try ‘em on!” He insisted.

“Mkay, hehe” Lauren giggled, adoring the attention. She pulled the boots on to her feet, stood up from the bench and strutted around the store. A model running the cat walk she showed off all of her assets and the male employee couldn’t help but gawk. To anyone watching though, it looked as if Lauren just walked around with a guy staring at her ass. After her debut as a model, Lauren pulled off the boots, paid for them, grabbed her receipt (with the guys number scribbled on the back) and made her way out of the store with Kourtney.

“Attention all mall patrons, the mall will be closing in fifteen minutes.” The PA announcement echoed through the pathways of the two mile mall. After hearing the announcement, and growing shocked at the amount of time they spent in the shoe store, the girls wandered out of the mall, and headed toward the car in the parking lot. They stepped out of the exit, Kourtney held the door for Lauren who struggled with her purse, the bag with her boots, and her back from Victoria’s Secret all hung haphazardly from her arms. After Lauren walked out Kourt followed, she dug into her bag and pulled out her phone, Paul had yet to her reply. Kourt felt a mix of relief and disappointment, she began to need Paul, want his reply, even go so far as too feel bad for thinking he had taken it too far at their other encounters. The girl’s eventually made their way to the valet station, and waiting as a valet went to pull up the car for them.

While the girl’s waited, Tom diligently read through his book laying on his bed. His parents arrived home about an hour earlier, around when he came back home from his walk. They had already eaten, Tom assumed, since he heard no talk of dinner from them as they walked into the house. And now they sat in their separate room, mom in her office, and dad in his own room, tucked up on the third floor – the room only he entered. Every one in the family wondered lay beyond that door, Tom the most curious naturally. But, regardless of his dead-cat like nature, he never dare step beyond that threshold. He always wanted to though.

Tom closed the book. The portrait of Poe on the front, chilling and cold, harshly contrasting his poem to Anabel Lee, the last thing Tom’s mind digested before shutting the book – his stomach growled. He swung his legs off his bed while throwing the book toward the foot of it, once his feel made contact with the tight carpet floor in his bedroom his body stood. He began to walk. Tom failed to realize, due to how engrossed he was in the novel, the extent of his hunger. Body standing his mind went dim – food, at this point, a necessity.

He stumbled down stairs in an attempt of a run but a miserably failure at that. He acted the family fawn, to young and weak to hold up his own body, he misstepped. His body weight controlling his movement more so then his strength, or lack their of. Once on the landing of the staircase, Tom managed to walk into the kitchen without falling over. His mom sat just beyond the kitchen, tucked in her office, typing fervently. She must not have heard her son walk down the stairs because she failed to acknowledge his presence in the kitchen. Tom swung open the refrigerator door, and rummaged for food. He required sustenance and knew it. Luckily, on the top shelf Tom stopped a plate, mummified in clear cellophane, and he pulled it out of its cold tomb. The maid’s often made dinner regardless of who was home and they must have done so again, not knowing Tom was home, and just placed it in the fridge to keep until the family was ready to eat. Now, Tom was ready. His mouth a fountain over his dinner he examined the treasure he found.

Under the cellophane he saw golden, crispy, fried chicken, chunky home style mashed potatoes near perfect creamy white except for the lovely specs of dark black pepper, and luscious fresh green beans, vibrant and fresh – the perfect counterpoint to the greasy heavy meal. Tom ripped off the cellophane. With shreds still clinging to the sides of the plate, Tom reached for the perfectly cooked chicken leg. Ravenously, he pulled the meat from the bone and enjoyed the spoils of his prize. The once weak fawn, transformed directly into the predatory lion – vicious and hungry for flesh. As the food made its way through Tom’s system he felt rejuvenated, full of life yet again.

From the threshold between the kitchen and the threshold between the hallway and the kitchen, Andrea cleared her throat. Tom looked up, snapped out of his carnivorous state, and saw his mom leaning against the door frame. “Hey Tommy, I heard you going to town in here. How long have you been home? You weren’t here when your father and I got home were you?”

Tom, who had grabbed a fork that sat so conveniently on the table for him, finished and swallowed the last green beans and mashed potatoes in his mouth before answering his mom, “I have been home since school. I mean, I went for a walk but that was before you and dad got home,” Tom grabbed the chicken leg again, and gesticulated with it in hand, “I heard you two come in, even heard dad go up to his room, but I figured you were busy with working and stuff,”Chicken leg swinging through the air Tom was a conductor for the The Carnivore Orchestra, “I was just laying on my bed reading.” And as the last words slipped from his mouth the crescendo, he bit the chicken leg baton he held. The crowd roared.

“Oh I am so sorry sweetie, your dad and I went to dinner. I swore you went to one of your friends house.” Andrea ran her fingers through her hair, she resembled Kourtney, but aged. Through, she lacked the Tom and near white-blond hair, her facial features, thin natural face, smooth and even, and personality, bubbly but often agitated, even if not outright. “Well, I am glad you are enjoying dinner, I do have to get back to work. Your dad needed me to help him type some stuff and file a few things away, oh the things I do for love.” Her melodrama sat in the air so strong it almost had a taste, luckily for Tom, it was easily ignored with another bite of dinner from his plate. “But please, take a seat and get a napkin, you are not an animal.”

As Tom walked around to the island he stood at in his kitchen, he let out a low, primal, animal growl – just to toy with his mom’s statement. And, as she walked back toward the office, she heard him. She looked over his shoulder and roller her eyes at her son as she pulled up a chair a took a seat, enjoying the rest of his meal.

Once seated, already with half his meal nestedly cozy in his stomach, the rest of his dinner didn’t take too long. He finished, and stood up from his seat. With plate and utensils in hand, he stepped over the the sink and washed them off. However nerdy and technical Tom was, he loathed the dishwasher, especially when it came to just his own dishes. Tom reasoned, he could wash his dishes faster then the machine, certainly if the machine required him to rinse the dishes off first anyway. Tom quickly scrubbed the last bits of food of his plate and with soapy sponge in hand, he cleaned all he used. It didn’t take long, as Tom expected, and once finished he headed back toward the stairwell and his room. On his way out of the kitchen he reached back into the cool fridge for a can of soda. Sweet, delicious, carbonated wonder – he popped the snap-top lid and enjoyed the crisp sound, and just as crisp sugary liquid that poured down his throat.

Freshly cracked can of soda in hand Tom made his way back up to his room, careful to not spill his drink on the run up the stairs. He made it too his bedroom with no snags or issues and decided against going immediately back into his book. He booted up his computer, which took a chillingly long amount of time compared to all of the other technology around, but Tom spun around in his desk chair to make up for the wait. Once it was on Tom noticed the time, not too late around 9:30pm, he figured his sister would stumble in soon. With the monitor on and flashing Tom ran the instant messaging program and decided to see if he could make plans for at least one day this weekend. While Tom held a strong distaste for purposeless social activity, he did enjoy hanging out with his friends, even if it was just to play video games or cards. With computer up and running Tom was lost for the rest of the night, there was little hope for him opening that book back up again. As always, the computer sucked in all of Tom’s attention, and his eyes flicked back and forth across the screen as he opened and closed windows, talked to some friends, and generally – acted in this newfangled social interaction with a machine simply in the way.

Luckily for Tom, his friend Aiden was not only online, but also free the following day, so the two struck up a chat. With inside, and simply nerdy, jokes thrown back and forth the eighth-graders decided to hang out and play some video games the following day. With plans made, Tom’s mind was still not settled, he sat at his desk, still talking with Aiden, and playing random flash-based simple video games, the screen fully engulfed him. But he wore a smile on his face, wiping it off with his sleeve after each sip of his soda, the night ahead of Tom – an exciting tango between him and the monitor.

He opened a new browser and jumped onto Facebook. He loathed the social networking site, even the title – social networking site – rubbed him the wrong way. But, much like all of his peers, he had one, and hopped on it time to time. While on it he noticed he was tagged in a photo. He clicked the link to check out what picture he was in, since he did not remember anyone taking a picture of him recently. Though, once he saw it, he remembered. This was eighth-grade, so all of his “friends” (he considered most of those people mere acquaintances) posted, or re posted, old pictures from sixth grade to reminisce. The picture he saw was from lunch in sixth grade, he sat with most of the kids from home room, and his bus (some of which overlapped) he saw Aiden, kid-in-a-red-shirt who he swore lived in or around his neighborhood and had a mohawk at one point in time, girl in way too tight t-shirt that accentuated her slight overweight build, and Chelsea – his attention pulled immediately to her once he saw the angelic face. He remembered that day at lunch. A cool fall day (much like today actually) before Tom started taking his medicine (and therefore before Chelsea even knew his name, or for that matter suspected he was a jerk). She sat in the picture, on the opposite side of Tom, all of their friends separating them. She wore skinny-jeans and a orange t-shirt. So simple, and while most people wouldn’t be able to pull of such an outfit, but with her just-longer-then shoulder length brown hair, gentle face, and smile. She was the poster child for flawed perfection. Tom felt chills slide down his spine as he lay eyes on the girl from years past. He wondered how she was, what she looked like (since he had only caught glimpses of her on the bus to and from school) and if her smile still held that unwavering human beauty.

When Kourtney walked in, Tom failed to notice due his dancing partner of a flickering monitor. He did want to ask Kourtney if she could drop him off at Aiden’s the following afternoon, but he pushed the thought back into his mind as he typed and clicked away at his computer. Kourtney walked into the house, purse around her arm and bag clenched in her hand, and if not for the touch up while waiting for the valet to fetch the car – should would have looked warn and tired. But the make up, the mask, she wore so proudly held her perfection beyond reality even into the dead of night. She failed to see any oddity in putting make-up on before going home, to her, it was all habit – a smoker lighting up whenever he woke up, or got into a car, or after he ate – or after sex. She just kept herself made up. Kourt walked up the stairs, passing her mom who still sat tucked working diligently, and headed up to her room. She threw hung her purse on a hook on the inside of her door and through the bag from Victoria’s Secret onto the floor by her bed. After dropping the bag she turned and faced her closed door, the hook where her purse hung stood just about eye level, and Kourt reached into her tiny purse and took out her phone. With phone in hand she fell backward onto her pillow-topped, high thread counted, beautifully made (by the maid, naturally) bed. For a full minute Kourt just lay there, thinking everyone and nothing oddly at once her mind raced. She needed the night that took place, but it effected her more negativity then she realized. After spending so much time with Lauren, and talking, and flirting, with the other boys, and textually communicating and making plans with Paul she convinced herself – he did nothing wrong. Paul was an innocent bystander. A man, she was sure, simply slowly growing overcome with primal needs. And, much like before, she felt required to – fill them.

Hey

Click the Picture below to view the Catalog. The cheats are below:

On the 1st page click the middle of the Modern Chair – Coat Rack

On the 3rd page click the Snow Tower next to the word Fort – Fireplace

On the 5th page click the purple brick near the Top of the Iron Gate (Quite Tricky) – Puffle Jack ‘O Lantern

On the 7th page click the Sad-Looking Lantern – LCD Television

On the 7th page click the middle of the Grave Stone – Goofy Jack ‘O Lantern

In the Clearance Section Click the Grill on the Ticket Booth – Piano

Click the top left of the Window – Bowling Alley

Click the Knobs on the left of the Electric Stove – Fridge

Waddle On

Eddersm

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Pop Cutie! Street Fashion. Vivian (www.vivchirisu.wordpress.com) originally posted something about this game and she told me to try it and now, I’m lovin’ it!! It’s so girly!! LMAO

Band Hero. You have the option to play as the Drummer, Guitarist or Vocals. I like playing as Vocals! It’s like singing in a karaoke bar with all the lyrics!! Plus, you need to hit every note!! LOL!! It’s supppaaaaahh FUN!!!

me and Kenny don’t give two shits about stupid-ass whaaales !!