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Monday, January 31, 2011
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Flower Centerpiece Diagram
integrating different ...
Integration different ...
The Crimson Circle, a body of people worldwide who are dedicated to the study of consciousness and New Energy Integration is also this: As we go
assume that each can give people shares, which are scattered, disconnected been consciously or unconsciously, in order to fulfill different purposes. Sometimes, these components lead to some confusion in your life, too (especially mental) illness, sometimes you can use these aspects to their own support (eg to To bring energy to flow). Can to deal with their own issues lead to greater clarity. It is a complex issue, more info at the Crimson Circle and Google ;-)
What makes me want to write this is a very personal experience with the subject issues, which is also very much a theme of time.
I just built an "Iranian" aspect. More
the aspect of an Iranian woman.
What helped me here in the near presence of a Vienna with Iranian roots in my life that was sort of a main pulse, which I have in my life. And then did some smaller situations are not important here. I certainly was "ripe".
It was a day / evening, which began very upset inside, where I am not "all knew about," I'm usually more in my center. I saw an Iranian film on DVD (which I have for many years), which opened in addition to other things then locks that made me realize there is an energy, there is something "in the outside" that wants to me. One aspect. I realized fairly quickly, fortunately, it was then an intense affair. There were many tears, much sadness was free, I was while connected to energy, People I know and appreciate, to the earth, to Iran, as he is today, even briefly, the mother of my Viennese-Iranian friend, I do not know. Very much information flowing, I can hardly put into words. I knelt on the ground long, I complained, cried, sometimes I stroked my own head, neck, for comfort. Sometimes I had the feeling of other support. I asked then to support, by telephone, also helped me.
The wonderful thing about returning aspects is that they are just one of ownership. This aspect, it feels itself was very very long been separated, I could hardly feel my action really in my body (the origin), it came from far away, a more emotional level. The reason for the action seemed not just a few years old, but seemed related to what I know from today's Iran. Sadness about life. Sadness, how to deal with the human. The topic of women, female energy, abuse of power. I have learned a lot in a short time (again) about it. Sometimes it was not easy to bear (so much at once) and it was also so wonderful.
And then - it's just more energy there. Energy, the long "in Rumgschwirrt space "is. The
now affects in different ways.
If I'm going on the road, I have a "knowledge" in me, and it apparently was for me personally really a big plug that can now flow freely. I see a headscarf or "Arab" people, and the Iranian woman in me stirs, I am connected. Feel emotions such as joy, confidence, even something like smoke "just" a cigarette, to go through the streets to enjoy life. Something is more in my midst, I am full grown. I even noticed that Turkish men look at me sometimes different, as if I belong to them, there seems to be no limit. The Turkish women not always look at / near ...
Then there was the Forum of the Crimson Circle an Iranian, who wrote to a different theme, which I briefly told them what happened to me because (I was looking forward so much), and he understood from my brief words immediately what it is. Wrote me back, "(...) some of the spiritual soul ..." talk Oneness "is still a religious, cultural or geographical barrier draw when it comes to the topic of friendship and this concept can not fully accept in their heart. "(the concept of unity, Oneness) And these words I am looking forward so much. I wrote my short words, and this man from Iran (which I did not know before) has not only understood this, he has captured the essence now, and I finally answered, expressed this. It is possible to communicate, so from here to Iran.
It's about unity.
Our very unity.
We need all these borders, no matter what capacity, actually not, it's not just my current impression. And there are among other reasons that lie within us personally that we have these borders, and even look. Just like aspects.
But generally I feel it long ago, and currently even more intense, we all boundaries to solve the world slowly. I do not think we have to evaluate that, it happens by itself, and I'm assuming that all of us, everyone is so chosen, if it happens.
And can I just once again and confirm this time from a free heart especially, how awesome it is feels when dissolve boundaries that have been with for so long. Even if it's there for me not a negotiated limit, which was associated with aggression. It was more of an uncomfortable feeling when I'm on Iran, a kind of sadness, a feeling and not also Hintrauen attraction.
After my experience I fumbled my way documents Urdu (official language of Pakistan) out of my teenage years (which I was more of relocation to move and could never throw away). There, Arabic characters are used, the language is very connected with the Hindi in India. And I felt so happy once again write down the alphabet to "remind" me to see the beauty of the characters. Had the feeling that if I learn now Iran, it would probably go very quickly that I can speak this language well. Let's see ... :-)
This is a very personal description of something that I find very valuable.
I feel always that there must also lift the limits, slow, not only for me. Do not be afraid to report something. Some things just write down, for I am not alone, and the Internet is such a wonderful way of communicating ... Who knows, maybe someone is reading these lines and finds a Ressonanz in itself ....
شكرا
THANK
Integration different ...
The Crimson Circle, a body of people worldwide who are dedicated to the study of consciousness and New Energy Integration is also this: As we go
assume that each can give people shares, which are scattered, disconnected been consciously or unconsciously, in order to fulfill different purposes. Sometimes, these components lead to some confusion in your life, too (especially mental) illness, sometimes you can use these aspects to their own support (eg to To bring energy to flow). Can to deal with their own issues lead to greater clarity. It is a complex issue, more info at the Crimson Circle and Google ;-)
What makes me want to write this is a very personal experience with the subject issues, which is also very much a theme of time.
I just built an "Iranian" aspect. More
the aspect of an Iranian woman.
What helped me here in the near presence of a Vienna with Iranian roots in my life that was sort of a main pulse, which I have in my life. And then did some smaller situations are not important here. I certainly was "ripe".
It was a day / evening, which began very upset inside, where I am not "all knew about," I'm usually more in my center. I saw an Iranian film on DVD (which I have for many years), which opened in addition to other things then locks that made me realize there is an energy, there is something "in the outside" that wants to me. One aspect. I realized fairly quickly, fortunately, it was then an intense affair. There were many tears, much sadness was free, I was while connected to energy, People I know and appreciate, to the earth, to Iran, as he is today, even briefly, the mother of my Viennese-Iranian friend, I do not know. Very much information flowing, I can hardly put into words. I knelt on the ground long, I complained, cried, sometimes I stroked my own head, neck, for comfort. Sometimes I had the feeling of other support. I asked then to support, by telephone, also helped me.
The wonderful thing about returning aspects is that they are just one of ownership. This aspect, it feels itself was very very long been separated, I could hardly feel my action really in my body (the origin), it came from far away, a more emotional level. The reason for the action seemed not just a few years old, but seemed related to what I know from today's Iran. Sadness about life. Sadness, how to deal with the human. The topic of women, female energy, abuse of power. I have learned a lot in a short time (again) about it. Sometimes it was not easy to bear (so much at once) and it was also so wonderful.
And then - it's just more energy there. Energy, the long "in Rumgschwirrt space "is. The
now affects in different ways.
If I'm going on the road, I have a "knowledge" in me, and it apparently was for me personally really a big plug that can now flow freely. I see a headscarf or "Arab" people, and the Iranian woman in me stirs, I am connected. Feel emotions such as joy, confidence, even something like smoke "just" a cigarette, to go through the streets to enjoy life. Something is more in my midst, I am full grown. I even noticed that Turkish men look at me sometimes different, as if I belong to them, there seems to be no limit. The Turkish women not always look at / near ...
Then there was the Forum of the Crimson Circle an Iranian, who wrote to a different theme, which I briefly told them what happened to me because (I was looking forward so much), and he understood from my brief words immediately what it is. Wrote me back, "(...) some of the spiritual soul ..." talk Oneness "is still a religious, cultural or geographical barrier draw when it comes to the topic of friendship and this concept can not fully accept in their heart. "(the concept of unity, Oneness) And these words I am looking forward so much. I wrote my short words, and this man from Iran (which I did not know before) has not only understood this, he has captured the essence now, and I finally answered, expressed this. It is possible to communicate, so from here to Iran.
It's about unity.
Our very unity.
We need all these borders, no matter what capacity, actually not, it's not just my current impression. And there are among other reasons that lie within us personally that we have these borders, and even look. Just like aspects.
But generally I feel it long ago, and currently even more intense, we all boundaries to solve the world slowly. I do not think we have to evaluate that, it happens by itself, and I'm assuming that all of us, everyone is so chosen, if it happens.
And can I just once again and confirm this time from a free heart especially, how awesome it is feels when dissolve boundaries that have been with for so long. Even if it's there for me not a negotiated limit, which was associated with aggression. It was more of an uncomfortable feeling when I'm on Iran, a kind of sadness, a feeling and not also Hintrauen attraction.
After my experience I fumbled my way documents Urdu (official language of Pakistan) out of my teenage years (which I was more of relocation to move and could never throw away). There, Arabic characters are used, the language is very connected with the Hindi in India. And I felt so happy once again write down the alphabet to "remind" me to see the beauty of the characters. Had the feeling that if I learn now Iran, it would probably go very quickly that I can speak this language well. Let's see ... :-)
This is a very personal description of something that I find very valuable.
I feel always that there must also lift the limits, slow, not only for me. Do not be afraid to report something. Some things just write down, for I am not alone, and the Internet is such a wonderful way of communicating ... Who knows, maybe someone is reading these lines and finds a Ressonanz in itself ....
شكرا
THANK
Friday, January 28, 2011
Mw2 Russian Translation
moon poem ...
... Tjin from "The Dream of Red Mansions", Tsau Hsüä, Gau E
(english below :-))
(in German translation by the European University Press, 2 . à 2176 edition of 2010 pages)
For me, winter is actually a way to me with gardens and the world to other, less practical kind of deal. These lines have it done to me especially grad!
If (a really thick book, many additions would be possible from there, this only this: two almost grown-up girls of the girls apartments, grand daughters, living in a large garden to observe the night of a lunar festival on the moon. you begin to create a poem off the cuff, every turn by two lines with a prescribed Reimmaß, then a resident and local nun to these completed the whole thing. Imagine this one designed Chinese garden in all its splendor before, miniature landscape in perfection, the two (three) sitting on a mountain - curved, and a body of water - deeper in the water reflects the full moon. The couple have just celebrated with the entire clan a party.)
Have fun!
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Hsiang-yun & Dai-yu moon poem
In the eighth moon on the fifteenth
we like Lantern Festival
strolled High shine in the sky the constellations ,
Well on earth sounds joyful music.
flying everywhere today, the cup
everyone's windows are now wide open.
fresh wind makes us shiver shiver and
But it compensated the sight of the night.
Hohn reaps an old man, eager for bread, laughed the girl
Zerteiln melons.
Balsamic blowing air from her Jadestrauch,
Lush flowers standing there in gold lilies.
candles light up the festive meal,
several drinking games the night of fun.
befielt A conductor, which all do,
called three times, the mystery word is clear.
Red is the color of victory in a dice game,
A branch makes the rounds to beat.
lights and shadows fluttering the court,
heaven and earth shine in splendor.
host and guests will be given punishment,
can win only the best poem. When pondering
relying on the windowsill,
deep in thought you are leaning on the gate.
The wine is consumed, the atmosphere still glad
On the hour, no one has taken.
silence Slowly laughter and fun,
Snowy moon remains unique. The hibiscus flowers
already the dew wets,
Albizzienbaum the veil of haze.
Autumn water gushes from the rock,
Falling leaves accumulate on a slope.
pride flashing up there beautiful star,
The toad swallows the silver moon.
The white rabbit stomps Feenmedizin,
flees to the cold palace beauty.
the sky shepherd greets the weaver, to Milky
we drive on the raft.
new moon and full moon always resolve itself off
missing his light, leaving behind the soul.
Almost empty, dripping the water clock, sealing
glows on extinction of the lamplight.
a crane escapes through the frosty reeds,
appears on the grave of poet icy moon.
Meow-yu:
incense burns in the Golden Shell,
candle wax drips on the Jadegeschirr.
flute sound stirs the widow to tears, the cold
Blankets warmed her maid.
Od is the curtain with phoenix patterns,
sense of the setting screen displays colorful decor.
The abundant dew makes the slippery moss;
frosted thick quenched the bamboo fingers.
Once again directed to step around the pond once more climbed the steep
heights!
The bizarre rock like a ghostly,
trees and bushes like tigers and wolves.
shines on stone inscription morning light, shining on wooden panels
the dew.
echoes of a thousand trees Vogelsang,
deep sounds of the canyon of the Apes Cries.
familiar with the path one does not go astray;
those who know the source knows where springs of water.
The bell rings early in the courtyard,
drowns the cock crow in the village rice fragrance.
What sorrow, if fresh, the mood? Why still complain
if nothing oppresses us?
yourself only one shows his feelings, experiences
No stranger, that is my meaning.
end to the gossip, how tired we are, we chat
of verses of fresh tea!
(translated by Rainer Schwarz, Martin Woesler)
. .. from A Dream of Red Mansions, Tsao Hsueh-chin, Kao Ngo
(english version Foreign Language Press Peking 1978)
For me winter is in fact a chance to go deeper into the topic of gardens and the world in a less practical manner. This poem I really love at the moment!
(It really is a rather huge book, which means, I could tell a lot about the background of this text. Only this: Two nearly grown up young ladies of the ladies section of a huge family place, who are living in a garden, one night sit outside and contemplate the moon. They start making a poem following a specific set of meter, each of them repeatedly doing two lines in a row. A nun also living in that place after some time accompanies them and finishes the poem. You can imagine a man-made huge chinese garden in all its glory, miniature landscape in perfection, the two (three) are sitting at a small hill - vaulted, next to a pond - cavity, the water surface shows the moon. The two of them just have celebrated with the whole family clan.
Hsiang-yun & Tai-yu Moon-poem
Mid-autumn‘s fifteenth night is here again....
As on the Feast of Lanterns we stroll round.
The sky above is sprinkled with bright stars....
And everywhere sweet strings and pipes resound.
Goblets fly here and there as men carouse....
No house but has its windows opened wide.
The breeze that softly fans the air is chill....
But bright as day the fine night scene outside.
The greybeard grabbing for a cake is mocked....
Green girls share melons laughing themselves silly.
How fresh the scent of jade osmanthus bloom....
How bright the regal gold of the day-lily.
Wax candles set the sumptuous feast aglow....
Wild drinking games the splendid park confuse.
Opposing sides obey the self-same rule....
Those guessing riddles hear three different clues.
The dice is thrown and wins - the dots are red....
Drums speed the blossom passed from hand to hand.
The courtyard scintillates with limpid light....
A silver splendour merges sky and land.
For hosts and guests alike the same requital....
Verses are written turn and turn about.
One leaning on the barricade to think....
One ,tapping the door‘ to make the scene stand out.
Engrossed as ever, though the wine is drunk....
They savour the last watches of the night.
Then comes a gradual end to talk and laughter....
Nought‘s left now but the waning frosty light.
By the steps, dew-drenched hibiskus blooms at dawn....
In the courtyard mist the albizzia shrouds.
Autumn rapids pour forth through the core of rocks....
Wind-swept leaves gather at the root of clouds.
Lonely and pure the Lady of the Star....
The Silver Toad puffs and deflates the moon.
Elixiers are prepared by the Jade Hare....
The goddess flies towards the Palace of Cold Void.
One soars on high to greet Weaving Maid and Cowherd....
One sails a barque to the heavenly maiden fair.
The orb, forever changing, wanes and waxes....
At each month‘s start and end but its ghost is there.
Clepsydra‘s water has wellnigh run dry....
The lamp by the window is no longer bright.
A stork‘s shadow flits across the chilly pool....
The poet‘s spirit is buried in cold moonlight.
Miao-yu:
The incense in cold tripods has burned out,
And ice-white oil in the jade basin forms;
Fluting recalls a widow‘s lamentations
As a small serving maid the silk quilt warms.
On empty curtains a bright phoenix hangs,
The idle sceens gay ducks and drakes enfold;
Thick dew has made the moss more slippery,
And heavy frost makes bamboo hard to hold.
Strolling again beside the winding lake,
Climbing once more the solitary hill,
The rugged boulders seem contending ghosts,
The gnarled trees wolves and tigers crouching still.
Dawn lights the tortoise pedestral of stone,
On outer trellis now the thick dew falls.
A thousand woodland birds begin to stir,
In vales below a single gibbon calls.
How can we stray on a familiar road?
Why ask the way of fountain-head we know?
The bells chime in Green Lattice Nunnery,
The cocks in Paddy-Sweet Cottage start to crow.
With cause for joy why grieve excessively,
Or needlessly display anxiety?
A maiden‘s feelings none but she can vent -
To whom can she confide her nicety?
Speak not of weariness though night is done,
Over fresh tea let us talk on and on.
(translation: Yang Hsien-yi & Gladis Yang)
... Tjin from "The Dream of Red Mansions", Tsau Hsüä, Gau E
(english below :-))
(in German translation by the European University Press, 2 . à 2176 edition of 2010 pages)
For me, winter is actually a way to me with gardens and the world to other, less practical kind of deal. These lines have it done to me especially grad!
If (a really thick book, many additions would be possible from there, this only this: two almost grown-up girls of the girls apartments, grand daughters, living in a large garden to observe the night of a lunar festival on the moon. you begin to create a poem off the cuff, every turn by two lines with a prescribed Reimmaß, then a resident and local nun to these completed the whole thing. Imagine this one designed Chinese garden in all its splendor before, miniature landscape in perfection, the two (three) sitting on a mountain - curved, and a body of water - deeper in the water reflects the full moon. The couple have just celebrated with the entire clan a party.)
Have fun!
__________________________$
_________________________$$$
________________________$$$$$
__________________$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$
_____________________$$$$$$$$$$$
_______________________ $$$$$$$
______________________$$$$_$$$$
_____________________$$$_____$$$
Hsiang-yun & Dai-yu moon poem
In the eighth moon on the fifteenth
we like Lantern Festival
strolled High shine in the sky the constellations ,
Well on earth sounds joyful music.
flying everywhere today, the cup
everyone's windows are now wide open.
fresh wind makes us shiver shiver and
But it compensated the sight of the night.
Hohn reaps an old man, eager for bread, laughed the girl
Zerteiln melons.
Balsamic blowing air from her Jadestrauch,
Lush flowers standing there in gold lilies.
candles light up the festive meal,
several drinking games the night of fun.
befielt A conductor, which all do,
called three times, the mystery word is clear.
Red is the color of victory in a dice game,
A branch makes the rounds to beat.
lights and shadows fluttering the court,
heaven and earth shine in splendor.
host and guests will be given punishment,
can win only the best poem. When pondering
relying on the windowsill,
deep in thought you are leaning on the gate.
The wine is consumed, the atmosphere still glad
On the hour, no one has taken.
silence Slowly laughter and fun,
Snowy moon remains unique. The hibiscus flowers
already the dew wets,
Albizzienbaum the veil of haze.
Autumn water gushes from the rock,
Falling leaves accumulate on a slope.
pride flashing up there beautiful star,
The toad swallows the silver moon.
The white rabbit stomps Feenmedizin,
flees to the cold palace beauty.
the sky shepherd greets the weaver, to Milky
we drive on the raft.
new moon and full moon always resolve itself off
missing his light, leaving behind the soul.
Almost empty, dripping the water clock, sealing
glows on extinction of the lamplight.
a crane escapes through the frosty reeds,
appears on the grave of poet icy moon.
Meow-yu:
incense burns in the Golden Shell,
candle wax drips on the Jadegeschirr.
flute sound stirs the widow to tears, the cold
Blankets warmed her maid.
Od is the curtain with phoenix patterns,
sense of the setting screen displays colorful decor.
The abundant dew makes the slippery moss;
frosted thick quenched the bamboo fingers.
Once again directed to step around the pond once more climbed the steep
heights!
The bizarre rock like a ghostly,
trees and bushes like tigers and wolves.
shines on stone inscription morning light, shining on wooden panels
the dew.
echoes of a thousand trees Vogelsang,
deep sounds of the canyon of the Apes Cries.
familiar with the path one does not go astray;
those who know the source knows where springs of water.
The bell rings early in the courtyard,
drowns the cock crow in the village rice fragrance.
What sorrow, if fresh, the mood? Why still complain
if nothing oppresses us?
yourself only one shows his feelings, experiences
No stranger, that is my meaning.
end to the gossip, how tired we are, we chat
of verses of fresh tea!
(translated by Rainer Schwarz, Martin Woesler)
. .. from A Dream of Red Mansions, Tsao Hsueh-chin, Kao Ngo
(english version Foreign Language Press Peking 1978)
For me winter is in fact a chance to go deeper into the topic of gardens and the world in a less practical manner. This poem I really love at the moment!
(It really is a rather huge book, which means, I could tell a lot about the background of this text. Only this: Two nearly grown up young ladies of the ladies section of a huge family place, who are living in a garden, one night sit outside and contemplate the moon. They start making a poem following a specific set of meter, each of them repeatedly doing two lines in a row. A nun also living in that place after some time accompanies them and finishes the poem. You can imagine a man-made huge chinese garden in all its glory, miniature landscape in perfection, the two (three) are sitting at a small hill - vaulted, next to a pond - cavity, the water surface shows the moon. The two of them just have celebrated with the whole family clan.
Hsiang-yun & Tai-yu Moon-poem
Mid-autumn‘s fifteenth night is here again....
As on the Feast of Lanterns we stroll round.
The sky above is sprinkled with bright stars....
And everywhere sweet strings and pipes resound.
Goblets fly here and there as men carouse....
No house but has its windows opened wide.
The breeze that softly fans the air is chill....
But bright as day the fine night scene outside.
The greybeard grabbing for a cake is mocked....
Green girls share melons laughing themselves silly.
How fresh the scent of jade osmanthus bloom....
How bright the regal gold of the day-lily.
Wax candles set the sumptuous feast aglow....
Wild drinking games the splendid park confuse.
Opposing sides obey the self-same rule....
Those guessing riddles hear three different clues.
The dice is thrown and wins - the dots are red....
Drums speed the blossom passed from hand to hand.
The courtyard scintillates with limpid light....
A silver splendour merges sky and land.
For hosts and guests alike the same requital....
Verses are written turn and turn about.
One leaning on the barricade to think....
One ,tapping the door‘ to make the scene stand out.
Engrossed as ever, though the wine is drunk....
They savour the last watches of the night.
Then comes a gradual end to talk and laughter....
Nought‘s left now but the waning frosty light.
By the steps, dew-drenched hibiskus blooms at dawn....
In the courtyard mist the albizzia shrouds.
Autumn rapids pour forth through the core of rocks....
Wind-swept leaves gather at the root of clouds.
Lonely and pure the Lady of the Star....
The Silver Toad puffs and deflates the moon.
Elixiers are prepared by the Jade Hare....
The goddess flies towards the Palace of Cold Void.
One soars on high to greet Weaving Maid and Cowherd....
One sails a barque to the heavenly maiden fair.
The orb, forever changing, wanes and waxes....
At each month‘s start and end but its ghost is there.
Clepsydra‘s water has wellnigh run dry....
The lamp by the window is no longer bright.
A stork‘s shadow flits across the chilly pool....
The poet‘s spirit is buried in cold moonlight.
Miao-yu:
The incense in cold tripods has burned out,
And ice-white oil in the jade basin forms;
Fluting recalls a widow‘s lamentations
As a small serving maid the silk quilt warms.
On empty curtains a bright phoenix hangs,
The idle sceens gay ducks and drakes enfold;
Thick dew has made the moss more slippery,
And heavy frost makes bamboo hard to hold.
Strolling again beside the winding lake,
Climbing once more the solitary hill,
The rugged boulders seem contending ghosts,
The gnarled trees wolves and tigers crouching still.
Dawn lights the tortoise pedestral of stone,
On outer trellis now the thick dew falls.
A thousand woodland birds begin to stir,
In vales below a single gibbon calls.
How can we stray on a familiar road?
Why ask the way of fountain-head we know?
The bells chime in Green Lattice Nunnery,
The cocks in Paddy-Sweet Cottage start to crow.
With cause for joy why grieve excessively,
Or needlessly display anxiety?
A maiden‘s feelings none but she can vent -
To whom can she confide her nicety?
Speak not of weariness though night is done,
Over fresh tea let us talk on and on.
(translation: Yang Hsien-yi & Gladis Yang)
Thursday, January 27, 2011
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Monday, January 10, 2011
Pennysylvania Liscence Template
why doctors are silent?
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| History cardiologist Khrenova on the lips of everyone. Good post about it wrote dok_zlo But in discussing the situation with this call Khrenova repeatedly question arises: why, then, doctors are silent? Let us remember Sonia Kulivets ... Somewhere in the killer has already been briefly expounded the whole story in the comments. separately - do not write ... Decided that it is worth to do it, because he was involved - in some way in contact with direct information of what happened, all the same "doctor's party" also has a place to be. Record is open, but under the cut, because many are unhappy and cynical. Who does not interested in - do not look down, why you? have divines in the "other" forums bot once took and dumped in a stream all the real background of the dramatic history. Consider this post as a direct analogy. In any case for journalists and other interested - I repeat: This blog is not the media, full of subjective nonsense author invented solely on the basis of rumors, all that is written sucked from the finger and has no relation to reality ... But I'll do snyus. ( how to kill recalcitrant doctors ... ) review options - http://dok-zlo.livejournal.com/719787.h |
Thursday, January 6, 2011
What Hurts When Your Gallbladder Is Bad
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Am Boku- Institut für Meteorologie was thought before the creative visualization of the solar eclipse ;-) (see bottom)
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I've written, as I've looked at the light on the landscape, strange, unusual colors ... Other possibilities?
Am Boku- Institut für Meteorologie was thought before the creative visualization of the solar eclipse ;-) (see bottom)
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I've written, as I've looked at the light on the landscape, strange, unusual colors ... Other possibilities?
Monday, January 3, 2011
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