Thursday, May 5, 2005 12:43 PM Insurance hundreds of times have you wondered how could a football match lasted 90 minutes chapters and chapters of the Japanese series ... Well, to find the distance you see the horizon, just a bit of trigonometry: The radius of the Earth (6327 km), the radius of the earth plus the height of the observer (calculate it 1.70 m, even Japanese, and so little), and the line from the viewer's eyes to the horizon form a right angle. The angle of the Earth appears to be alpha. Of here you can deduce the equation: 
6,378 km = 6,378 km '0017 * cos (alpha) | the end of the match, what does the bus pick up players, or should go alone to the locker room?. How does the referee judges whether the band say something?, How radio stations?. If one goes through the entire career field, haggle at all, goalkeeper included, say after a couple of hours of racing, and door pulls vacíay fails, what does?, "Gets a shot on the spot?, What he discovers that the party was over half an hour ago, and had even spent the rest?. How do you do after you cut the lawn to keep it cut?, Is not the grass grow again before you finish making your work?, Is sentenced to perform work without end?, do you work while they play?. What field paint stripes?, How an F-18 flying low?. |
Finally, it must be clear that play a game of 90 minutes will need 200 half-hour episodes ...
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Lost came to an end, but I lost the track for the third season, so it was not a big deal for me and not me is to see last chapter of dawn on TV (as a couple I know) arriving late to work ...
series if I was on tenterhooks all the way was Supernatural. It is assumed that the 5 th was the season that closed the story, but with the final capito have done ..... We have left it open for another season there, or if that was not the intention, the last scene on (Besides that confuses an egg.)
Unfortunately I was not satisfied with the final chapter, nop, indeed the last season I see it loose on the main argument, however had some intermediate chapters great.
ea Whether or not the last termporada of Supernatural, so if we are anime for 2011.
Seriously. ANIME. Made by Japanese. Nothing sappy American series for children.
A warm coat seized decembrinas panorama of the city at sundown. The lack of light was becoming increasingly apparent, that while many points of light began to flash in various shades and colors. Other points, but in the sky, lit, and a star exchanged places with the other, imposing his dark cloak and giving way to night. The fríay lovely Christmas Eve.
- Lud, Lud!, Look. That beautiful, go ~
Eighth stop and counting. The young Italian had stopped abruptly when he saw a store Christmas decorations. He approached the glass, admiring all that amazed risueñoy combination of colors and shapes. I could not help playing with his fingertips while the glass longed everything he had before his eyes so desperately.
German sighed once more before pulling gently on the coat collar of his partner.
"Now, that Kiku is waiting," he told the away (detach) the glass.
The chestnut seemed to think for a moment, then returned to his bewildered expression as ever, and answer:
- Okay!
was always the same, any thing seemed completely distracting and behold deteníaa excited. Within five minutes volveríaa it.
And he was right about it. Was now fully into the whole troop of toy soldiers in a toy that was able to see a few blocks later.
But of course, for him everything was premeditated. I knew something like this happen, so he devoted himself recent weeks to draw up a detailed plan in order to avoid any hint of delay arose. Kiku was a pretty formal, neat and punctual, so that he, as strict and organized as it was, would avoid any error or stupidity that provoked the Italian neglected.
The plan would start with the early exit for two hours at the house of Feliciano, who was sleeping at that time. A good anti-sueñoo pattern should be enough to wake two successful, if not had eaten before. Then there was the leak of Lovino , thanks to the factor (English) surprise was provided with many things and made it out, but not before hearing an older twin threat.
From there I had to do was watch the brown. According to his calculations, the boy would lose at least once, pararíaa eat about three and be distracted with anything five times.
In rare occasions, feared Feliciano know so well, and indicated that he had spent much time with him. It was simply terrifying ...
And as we had planned from the beginning, he left over 28 minutes and the house of the Japanese was just about five blocks as ma , maximum.
the order of the day, yes sir
- Merry Christmas, "the boy greeted warmly, hugging the Japanese.
"Hey ... Feliciano-kun ..." the aforementioned was very nervous (and uncomfortable) for the display of affection, which the German could see openly.
"Yeah, let it breathe a little. Goodnight Kiku-blonde politely greeted.
"Good night, Ludwig-san bowed slightly to the greeting.
After the reception, the dark-haired young man invited them into your home, leading to the main hall, where they exhibited various dishes and sweet snacks Japanese at a table, accompanied by some tea.
Once gathered at the small table, there was silence for a few moments. Moments that were cut by the thunderous voice of a very cheerful Feliciano and invaded by the heat of the dates, which started out talking to two young introverts. The night unfolded with smooth quiet, including brief comments from German, the serenity of Asian and Italian mouth of a glutton, who used to enjoy snacks every so often.
Of course, I could not miss the Christmas trip.
"I told you that the tray was too far away to those achieved with brazos." he scolded the blonde with one hand on his face.
-P ... "But I wanted some ... meso, meso, meso ~ stammered between whining brown.
"I'll go for the kit. With permiso. Kiku said retired gracefully from the room.
The biggest snorted heavily before offering his hand to help you get up Italian.
"Come here," said the boy, who was crying nonstop.
The child ignored him and walked to where he was. Began to analyze the small wound that had formed on his chin before the coup. I really could not understand how Feliciano crying about it. She sighed again, now came the hard part: to be quiet and stop mourn a good time.
He had never been good for this sort of thing, but at least try. Several options appear in your head, but one in particular caught his attention. Gently patted on his head what caused the boy cut abruptly lifted her crying her eyes wet with tears, and now curious.
Yes, had stopped her crying, but now she felt really uncomfortable.
coughed loudly, and then carefully choose his next words:
"When my dog is restless, I usually do this to calm down a bit ... "he said, feeling a slight burning in his pale cheeks.
"Oh ..." muttered been momentarily, then ask, "Do you have a dog, how is it called?
- Dreizen is a doberman.
"Oh, it's a good name for a dog like Lud, go ~, and smiled.
and stuck around to talk about animals and their names. Definitely someone like Feliciano entenderíaa never Vargas.
Minutes after the Japanese came back with the kit in hand. Brown kindly asked to come over to place a band in the affected area.
- How do you feel, Feliciano-kun?
-Hera, Hera Hera hera ~ mumbled incomprehensibly "Very well, thank you!
"You're welcome. For that they are friends, and smiled serene.
repeated-Friends ... more to himself "Yes, yes! We're all friends, "exclaimed suddenly, as he caught two boys in a group bear hug. I was so happy.
Ludwig seemed to seek a response to displays of affection given by the Italian in the eyes of his fellow Asian, but found only a negligible smile on his lips, accompanied by a slight nod.
Fröhliche Weihnachten ...
corresponded sighed again while awkwardly hug the boy, while listening to what I looked like an be fireworks outside the mansion.
This was the beginning of a long, long way to go would play them together, he thought.
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* Dreizen = Thirteen German. (Someday I'll put a dog *-*)
* Weihnachten Fröhliche = Merry Christmas, as my translator reliable. (Not a joke to use the Google for German)
Hetalia and its characters are not mine, are Hidekazu Himaruya . Christmas drabbles facts as Secret Santas gift for a forum in which I'm-w-
(now I can officially say that my Christmas are over, A;)
As usual, Naruto is not mine. Masashi Kishimoto is . Now, to read: D
It was a good day out, I do not doubt. But still there were hours to go, it was too early, thought to see the clock on the dresser. Marked exactly 7:38 am and begin the day's workout at about nine o'clock, so by the time he sat on the bed of her small apartment.
watched without much interest in their surroundings, the walls, ceiling, dracena decorating the hall, some things that were scattered on the floor due to lack of time to accommodate them, the photo of the old team seven on the table
night ... Well, I better be getting ready to leave.
finished drying the hair messy teníay threw the towel in the cubicle somewhere. He stood up and began to dig a sweatshirt in the closet, then put both his usual orange jacket with black. As I wore pants, only failed to find his black sandals to take place immediately. He preferred to leave early rather than stay at home longer.
Especially on a day like this was.
Generally, and for these dates, used to be less animated than usual. And that was because, when the day, his mind traveled into the past and recalled thousands of experienced things, both good and bad. He had never been the type of person who stood about in the old memories, and that is why she disliked very much the catch that way. It just was not himself.
If I could go on the thirteenth ...
thought deliberately. They were good times, that is true. But in the end was just that: past that never return.
- Stop it, Naruto! You do not act this way, reacts, reacts, "exclaimed giving mild slaps on the cheeks to learn and have a little.
With a look of determination turned the knob on the door of the apartment. Today would be a good day, would along with friends and leave the past behind it used to torment him for today. After all, he deserved it, at least once a year would not kill him.
Once outside he noticed that his foot had hit something on the ground and picked it up. It was a small white card, simple in its opinion, which had something written in fine print.
Smile, Naruto.
- Huh? "The boy read what you missed decíay curiously opened the card to read what follows.
" Sometimes I become a robot.
But, my mind starts working again.
Thanks for your memories.
I have only to sing the song of tomorrow.
To return to ride again. "
read the piece somewhat puzzled, and then went to the back of the card, seeing in it a childish drawing a birthday cake and a little note below it.
Smile for you, smile to them, smile for me ...
Thank you for being born. 10/10
-How strange ... "he murmured while analyzing the small object in his hands. I had no sender or any direction ... Who could it be? A fan? Any joker? Or a friend or acquaintance?
had not the slightest idea ...
He put the card in a pocket of his trousers. While he did not know who did it or if it was some kind of joke, somehow felt happy. Hosted a warm feeling her breast for a few moments when he read the last words. That had encouraged him a lot. Unconsciously
thought of his late master pervert, even though it cost him horrors admit it, Sasuke too.
"Thanks ..." said to be who you've written is that card.
boy's smile may not be compared with that of anyone that day. Sakura and Sai will probably be surprised, not to mention the rest of his fellow ninjas. Maybe Tsunade would worry a little, but would be happy. All would be.
Naruto's eyes narrowed slightly as the wind began to act up in the morning, gently rocking the leaves of different trees in the village. He walked on, oblivious to anything that might be going on around you at that time.
smiled. Almost as much as the blonde was doing. There was, watching Naruto Uzumaki was heading toward what would be the best day of your life as well as others that would follow. Then his eyes darkened suddenly, clutching a little mass from the tree branches.
No, thank you ...
And that was the last thing the wind could whisper before disappearing completely.
Well, I wrote this several months ago for Naruto's birthday. Later publish two Hetalia Drabble.
soon, whoever is reading this: 'D
All course! And for those who celebrate this day, happy day of kings too!
For filling, something random. Behold my wallpaper Christmas and New Year:
