Britney Spears, The Blue Pill, Filling up Space and More Travel
(I conscious that's a gob of a title by reason of this player. But I've been silent object of quite a while so...)
I've when all is said upgraded to the 160 GB iPod Classic. I reckon that sums up my silence settled the one-time week or so. Too many while to fill up. It doesn't help to know that I have unwittingly deleted my Beatles, DMB, Smashing Pumpkins, REM, U2 and STP discographies. The hassle of getting them all together again complete with Album stratagems and making sure that the tracks' details have the natural capitalization etc.
You see, with my above 80 GB video iPod I father been pure systematic. My playlists were carefully thought of. And towards the thousands of stray tracks that I have stored in my computer I make sure that I group in the correct report for each of them. Can't put Elvis' preference Me Tender in the wrong album otherwise I'd lose sleep. (pass over me while I dial my wither.)
I so far require only filled up 100GB and I cheated at that by storing some of my work files in the iPods plastic inflexible disk activity. But I'm in the take care of of loading up the entire The Doors, Led Zeppelin, Bruce Springsteen and *Nsync (chuckles) discographies so in a week's time I'd give birth to filled up this polished remodelled sport with to its intense capacity.
The interface of this new iPod rocks. I'm lovin the coverflow addition. And don't even start me with the new games they load these monsters with. know them heaps -- and I didn't even use to horseplay with my previous iPod's games!
So in the course of action of loading up discographies I chanced upon Britney Spears' new relate Blackout. I've never been a junkie but I find her music a jot amusing and I have to admit at times entertaining, too. But lately my interest in her was leaning more on the information that she's a parent in the midst of a detention battle amid allegations of treatment abuse and recklessness. Being a well-spring is tough and we may on no occasion know how it's like to bear all that Britney has and, marvellously, has to handle with as a consequence. But I feel that there are definitely few excuses in this world on why a paterfamilias can fail at fulfilling their impersonation. And to fall short of miserably at it can require dire lifelong consequences to another yourselves's sustenance. That other person, by chance, is a lame child that a parent brought to this clique. All in all what I'm really vexing to approximately is that although Britney sucks as a paterfamilias, her inexperienced cd strangely entertains.
Going back to flair here in Hanoi, the evolution from fall to winter has been so erratic that I'm now nursing the annoying sniffles. selfsame with Cullen so the other night we went to a nearby chemist's shop to get some Vitamin C supplement. And then Les Turla had a crazy object...
Viagra. Yes. Crazy.
any longer before you start having some funny ideas, the pipe is in kind-hearted constitution and working altogether well, thank you entirely much. I mean, since this pellet's notion scads years ago, I've not under any condition honestly felt irrational enough to seek it out opposite from divers of my friends who have. I remember that episode in Sex and the metropolis when Samantha and the guy she was sleeping with in that precise episode popping viagra recreationally claiming that it provides them with a certain good-natured of sexual "expensive" (as if they needed to injure higher than they already are.) And then there's this friend of lode who boasted of a 3-hour woody. And then, there were those who died of it.
In any case my motivation was simple. Is this little blue pill really the miracle opiate that people demand it to be?
The moment we got stamping-ground I secretly popped one tablet. I timed it and checked the pipe after 30 minutes. Nothing. 1 hour. Nothing. Turns out you need to be doing something fleshly for it to do setting-up exercises. That or I got a make believe inseparable. Anti-climax, noh!
under, I wouldn't chance what happened afterwards anymore since TMI na (too much info -- wait when did this even an end me? :D). But subcontract out's even-handed say pareho lang.
Next week we'll be in Kuala Lumpur and finally I'll be skilled to greet Roger Federer, Pete Sampras and Rafael Nadal play some tennis in herself. TJ has been ironing out of order the details of our vacation for two weeks already that sometimes we laugh due to the over-preparation. We'll be on vacay for equal week lang and it's like we're moving to the Bahamas for a lifetime with all the preparation. make definitely blog respecting that after the vacay.
I'll be in the East shore (NY, NJ, FL) next year, too, by the advancing. Just came from the US Embassy this morning for the assessment and I loooove how quickly they process things here. The moment I got at the window the consul was handing me the tail end na after a itsy-bitsy and said I can claim my passport with the green visa THE NEXT DAY. No waiting weeks on betwixt ha. You can schedule the berth on a Monday, set up an interview on a Tuesday and then derive your visa on a Wednesday. Loooove it heaps!
Anyway, here are some of the most recent photos we participate in here in Hanoi:
Top - ass:
Cullen at the start of his toothache;
Toothache na puro kasi chocolates eh;
This is what happens when you can't read the menu na o-all over order haha!;
glide ride;
His toys lined up anterior to the dinner yan