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3 Years Now...

Thu Apr 23, 2009, 8:33 PM

Mood: Isolated
Listening to: Billy Joel
Reading: Fierro Nº1
Watching: The NeverEnding Story
Eating: Ice cream

...In the past april 19th.

hooray!

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Safari

Wed Feb 25, 2009, 5:25 PM

Mood: Tired
Listening to: Antonio Birabent
Watching: news
Eating: sausages with creamed potatoes
Drinking: Coke Zero

I'm currently using Safari 4 Beta for Windows.
Why are you still using Internet Explorer??

Try Safari, or Firefox, or Chrome or Opera (I never used Opera)

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I hate the background color.

Fri Feb 13, 2009, 9:19 AM

Mood: Tired

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01- 01 - 2009

Wed Dec 31, 2008, 8:49 PM

Mood: Lonely
Listening to: The Gone Jackals
Reading: Leaves of Grass
Watching: Three and a Half Men
Playing: Day Of The Tentacle
Drinking: Quilmes Red Lager

Only to see the number 9 in the date.
I can't wait to see 2010.

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Jabberwocky

Mon Oct 20, 2008, 10:01 PM

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

'Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!'

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought--
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

'And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

Lewis Carroll