Friday, July 30, 2010

Dune Buggy Project Blue Print

Finally, really, in New York.

Yesterday all meteorologists U.S. presage rain and misery, so we closed in another museum to wait for better times, and in particular ' American Natural History Museum, full of stuffed animals and fake skeletons of dinosaurs. In truth there were other things more interesting, such as iron meteorites and stones bright, but I'm not going to list them all here, probably on the official website you will find something better.

In the evening we were invited from a friend of Daniel at a meeting on the roof of a building near Ground Zero . Really beautiful place, overlooking the bay and bad wine. Various conversation after we returned home, on average late, so we woke up very slowly (as Giucas Box).

After a quick meal at Wendy's we went to the Chrysler Building and we did a tour of the New York Public Library and Financial District, Wall Street through and reaching up to Battery Park. Back at the hotel we found to have the house of a very famous Laundry coin-operated (long sought in vain before) and a Japanese restaurant with very fair prices. I believe that Mr. Miyagi (or whatever his name) will see us very often go to his restaurant. Now we are finally home, after visiting an Irish pub near his home. I must say that after several days, I really felt in New York.


scattered Other considerations:

- This city is really a melting pot of cultures, you can only find in a subway car on the territory of any ethnicity, all at once.
- There is a great number of African Americans, but it seems they are still in a way "ghetto" are always those who serve or clean fast-food restaurants, schools seem to have made just for them, often attend only other African-Americans, etc. .

- There are also kosher Dunkin Donuts.

- Starbucks is practically the center of New York life, there is one every 500 meters (really!) and we do all the work via computer to the lessons of foreign languages.

- Revolving doors are the archenemies of Kata.

G'nite.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Lax Job Opportunities

the beginning. Enter

Today is officially started the real journey.

Yesterday afternoon we arrived at the hotel in New York and we spent a fine day of settling in the vicinity of our neighborhood between Central Park and . We did not exactly on the right foot, making obviously fooled by the bad brother Snoop Dogg near Times Square, which claimed to bring a pharaonic tip (on foot) to the bank and call a taxi. I hope the cocaine - which makes obvious use - to consume. Actually here it seems that everyone wants to fuck, so we decided that we approach any subject gravure.

For the rest, we lost 5-6 times around the Broadway (I believe there is a major problem, since that is exactly 15 meters from "home" on time and do not remember anything of the places that see), we ate at Mc sadly because we could not find a Burger King, and we are running around the park. On the other hand the evening we found a pleasant pub (after we lost again) in which at least provides Hoegaarden Amsterdam Av.

Today we made two Giant foot Metropolitan Museum of Art, then farcene many to go around in the vicinity of Union Sq , to pass the Flatiron and end all ' Empire State Building. God bless the saltafila pack of tickets that we bought. In the late evening stroll among the dazzling lights of Times Sq and then home. Tonight I even hooked the line of the hotel, strangely not as full as un'otre. Bellapemmè. Because of commitments and things we eat at random, usually only 2 times a day but of course grassissima stuff. I have to find a solution otherwise not survive. And now I fall asleep, because even the times of sleep are rather random and narrow.


Stay tuned.



Edit: Some first impressions spread

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- Americans seem very efficient and pragmatic, and often are bothered if you're not;
- the local wildlife offers big laughs, many seem emerged from the 90s sitcom;
- I've never seen so many people do fitness all together, and even people so fat.

Just now I'm too tired to live.

Sunday, July 11, 2010

How Many Gauges Is A Safety Pin

At last ... a fanfic is complete again ... * Zoom out of the window

And with all the stuff I have on my desktop in the middle, I'm going to write new stuff ... mah ... Details

with consciousness to the hand, sometimes I feel I have written so much about 'These two make it to the point of having written too much and that everything will come out from now on will not repeat that or saw mental without borders (which is why they worked so hard to write lately). I really hope this does not seem to be neither the one nor the other ... Also I do not think anything of what I told may actually be successful in the timeline where I placed. Once you know the history of evolution it is impossible to set some place where they know they can not have occurred, but ... Oh'vvia! Piffl I like it, I liked writing something set there. (read: "I wanted to Kurogane and Fay necking in the car. I've noticed it just me that nobody ever talks about them making out in that car?") We therefore ignore it, pretend that I have not read the volumes from '11 onwards and, especially, let's pretend that the dragonfly to Kurogane there is all that space! ... Because I have no control over eating and I know that there is ...
* suspension of disbelief - MAXIMUM POWER! *
... Piffl would be a perfect world if its vehicles are designed to go Camporella. u__u

Fandom: Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicle
Characters / pairing: Kurogane / Fay
Rating: Um, do PG-13 to attract the audience! I might open a parenthesis here that longer than the fanfic, because yesterday I realized that the rating of the DVD does not quite correspond to reality! O__O
Warnings: Written with great warmth and a big headache from low blood pressure. Disclaimers
: All I own are the volumes of the manga and my kink.
Title:
Guardless





There was so much light that you could hardly see the stars when the night fell. Each building, road or vehicle of that world produced enough artificial light to erase the very idea of darkness. The nights were nights of Piffl only half.
The people seemed never to be extinguished. By dint of living in a world without darkness, had he lost the habit of sleeping? Kurogane
stole another swig from the bottle he had brought out for company and shrugged. He had gone out for some time now, but the insomnia Piffl seemed to have infected, he could not get to sleep in the middle to a city still so active. He did not want. It was too easy. Yamano and its eternal war at the castle of the moon looked like a faded memory in peace Piffl welcoming, and had even been a week. The fighting and violence of the battle seemed unreal in a world so different, where the apex of the game was represented by a race of flying contraptions. At that moment it was all too easy for him to be complacent.
shrugged his shoulders against the back of the dragonfly, and brought the bottle to his lips again. That awareness made him nervous. At the beginning of that journey really struggled to get used to the worlds they encountered. Now almost had to struggle to not get used too easily.
He considered the opportunity to get to work on the engine of the dragonfly to distract her, the light of not wanting to be sure, but the rest of ...
- his group? of your colleagues? his family? -
... the other were sleeping and wake them up would have involved only major hassle, and then shelved the idea and he was sprawled on the seat. And perhaps, given that Kurogane had the habit of lying even to himself, perhaps a little sorry to wake them up. Having the ability to retrieve a feather without bloodshed was a novelty, at least if they could enjoy this peaceful parentheses in their journey. Kurogane no illusions that the fate of those people had started to really care. This certainly did not mean that he was going to show it publicly, but, precisely, to deceive oneself was stupid.
The door of their home gave a hiss when the engine compression had it opened with one click.
"Kuropi?" called a voice plan.
Speak of the devil ...
"What?" replied, leaning over the dragonfly in his direction.
Fay turned her head toward him and hopped down the steps. Caught up fast and quietly, a characteristic of the other which alarmed him and fascinated. He squatted down next to the dragonfly with crossed arms resting on the side and smiled with his air of carefree idiot.
"What are you doing out at this hour?" he asked softly.
"I could get the same question," replied Kurogane dry.
"Knew!" He shook his head in melodramatic. "The heat woke me up, so I was going to take a glass of water, and guess what? Kurotan was no longer in her bed! I certainly could not sleep with this terrible worry!"
With one swift move, reached out and stole the bottle. Kurogane watched grimly as he drank in the buzzing of the neon light and noticed the residues of agitation that had remained in the eye.
"You care about me?" he asked. Even if the statement had been taken lightly, its application was much more serious. He knew the answer, but he was annoyed that the idiot would continue to pretend not to know it. Fay
stiffened and turned to cross your arms on the door, keeping the bottle tightly. She smiled. "Kuro-Wanko cagnolone is our watch!" The ruffled his hair with his free hand. "Who will bark against the bad guys if he is not there?" Kurogane
avoided responding to the joke because it was exactly what Fay wanted to change the subject. Did not answer, just keep watching it. The discomfort of Fay stained smile, and he rose and turned away, leaning against the side of the dragonfly, looking for another swig from the bottle only to find that the liquor was over.
"Good heavens, Kuro-sama! You will not have had a little 'too much? And' You'd better go to bed!" he said cheerfully, weighing the empty bottle. "In fact, I think I'll give you a good example and I'll even ..." Kurogane
at this point could have let it go and let things go always as they went, but this time something in his head took a different route. Not allowed him to make even a step, his hand and snapped shut with the force's arm, forcing him to turn around and bow to him.
"You know what's wrong?"
"What if continues to cry so wake up the children? "Fay replied. Her smile had not changed, but the tone was a bit 'sharper.
" No, "and despite everything Kurogane lowered his voice, mostly because at that point would not have liked any interruption. "The problem is that you continue to treat me as something they are not."
Fay frowned, genuinely puzzled and surprised. Kurogane had barely time to appreciate the flash of honesty before he offered him again, his smile light conversation. "I do not understand what you mean."
"I mean," replied sharply. "... when you have to do with me, give me a different role from what I am. "strengthens the close on the arm and forced him to come near him.
Fay dropped the bottle and grabbed the edge of the counter balance and avoid losing your balance." Kuro-rin, you're doing wrong ... "Kurogane felt that it was under his arm to free himself, but still tried to maintain a semblance of calm indifference, and an attempt was rather weak and had no hope to loosen its grip.
" You have to stop, "he continued, ignoring the its protest. "I'm not a child deal with teasing and condescension. I'm not a dog you can play when you want and away with a stick when you're tired. But most of all ... "He had approached enough because their eyes were the same height. "I'm not stupid."
"Oh, yeah ... because I'm stupid, right?" Fay tried to defuse the tension with a laugh.
"It 's what you want me to tell you, mh? Kurogane replied. "Would that I treat you like something you're not?" I would feel better? "
Fay stopped laughing instantly. "And how would you like to be treated, eh? Kuro-sama?" Let go on the door and will not tip forward to grab his shoulder. He tried to keep her cheerful tone to start with so much desperation to sound a bit 'hysterical. Kurogane
as to compensate, it calmed down. "As a man I am, "she said.
" How ..? "Fay laughed convulsively as he lost his balance. In a moment of panic, fell into the dragonfly and Kurogane had just enough time to block with his arm back, sbattesse against the door before the other side. Fay ended up sprawled over him, crushing him against the seat.
Fay, motionless for a moment, began to laugh, bouncing in his arms. "You have no idea how to treat 'man you are! "
" Here you are right, because you've never done, "Kurogane said moving the little that was enough to accommodate more comfortably against the body of Fay's own. He did not mention that because that's close bothered. As already mentioned, had a habit of lying to himself.
Fay struggled and squirmed above him and Kurogane, who was not surprised the latest attempt to escape, let him do. If you found him astride on his legs, his hands were tight on his shoulders to keep her distance. Rare thing, he was looking for his eyes. Seemed to have decided that they want to risk playing with fire.
"You really want I treat you like a man, Kuro-sama ..?"
Kurogane, without interrupting the contact between their eyes, placed his hands on her hips and that Fay had to be a response rather than exhaustive. He went down against him with the whole body and kissed him.
Kurogane responded to the kiss and said the narrow, arched her body against the seat warm for others and Fay let out a groan from his chest, a small sound of relief and pleading. In the space uncomfortable and narrow, their bodies moved together with urgency, going against each other, taking advantage of the position that allowed them to collide in a way that already alluded to something more. The kiss was devouring their breaths, the fragments of their voices. Kurogane's hands met the edge of the shirt and took advantage of Fay to lift and expose them to touch the skin. Fay broke literally the intimacy of a caress, he tried to climb over him even more than they already were, but the space was just one of his knees and slipped away from the seat. For the feeling of emptiness, stumbled Fay, Kurogane if she heard him fall sharply in the arms and in the confusion inadvertently one of the two of them came to take in the wrong lever. The dragonfly was crossed by a powerful vibration and rose from the ground with a jolt and then slip back to the ground with a crash.
Fay jumped on. Literally jumped from the seat, away from Kurogane and out of the dragonfly, with an agility surprising even to him and explained only by the rush of adrenaline that had been poured into the body. Kurogane, despite all the security that had pervaded when that ... "Conversation" began, he found himself equally horrified, unable to move from the seat of the vehicle. She watched him, tried to link the knowledge of what was happening just before the term upset by Fay, his eyes wide, his breath panting and pale red that was covering his face.
"Ah ..." Fay is charged by that state of shock. "Good night, Kuro-sama!" and ran towards their house without looking back.
"Hey!" Kurogane had to recall it, but the door was already closed with each other. He understood that the moment had dissolved, the day after Fay would like nothing had happened. He swore and punched the steering wheel. He snorted. He tried to calm down. Sank on the back. He closed his eyes.
What the heck, heck, he had taken? With all the times that the thought had touched the conscience, he had always said I want to do anything as long as the magician had continued to be so confused about what he wanted. Why Kurogane knew exactly what he wanted instead, was not completely sure what it meant, but he was sure you want to. And he had realized that, perhaps, somewhere, but Fay could want the same thing, but ...
Kurogane sighed frustrated. What he had done wrong to find themselves involved with a person who did nothing but turn over in his own uncertainty without doing anything out of it?
He opened his eyes to the black sky, faded from the lights of the city and its insidious peace.
There's nothing more dangerous than what convinces you to let our guard down.



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