AirAnka Kafası: Kasım 2010

30 Kasım 2010 Salı

Where the jazz happens ...

Hayranı olduğum 2 olay: Basketbol ve Jazz; hemde ikisi bir arada :)

1)Arkadaşım önceliklen http://translate.google.com 'a tıklıyorsun.

2)Dil seçeneklerini from German to German yapıyorsun.

3)Boşluk yere pv zk pv pv zk pv zk kz zk pv pv pv zk pv zk zk pzk pzk pvzkpvpzk kkkkk bsch yazıyorsun.

4)Listen basıyorsun.

5) Hassstir çekiyosun.İnanamıyosun.

Edit Piaf: kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk yazınca da helikopter efekti olmasına ...
Edit Piaf 2: bsch kkkkkk bsch kkkkkk bsch kkkkkk kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk yazınca da araba çalıştırma efekti olmasına ...

29 Kasım 2010 Pazartesi

Bruce Lee anısına ...

Yaw adamın doğumgününü hep unutuyom.Ayın 27'sindeydi , neyse o affeder beni.

Ah ulan gitti gül gibi adam.Doğum günlerini de çok severdi ...

Gifişine Boobişine

Moraliniz mi bozuk.Buyrun tedavisi burda! ( NSFW)

Studying = Study + Dying

Bugünkü belgeselimizde, bir üniversite coğrafyasındaki öğrenci denen canlıları inceleyeceğiz.Bakınız aşağıya, sınıftaki bir öğrenci varlığı (şekil 1.a), :

(1.a)

Eveeet.Bundan sonra geçen süreç sonrası , vize öncesi akşamı öğrencisi (şekil 2.a):

(2.a)

Hayat zor arkidişler ...

28 Kasım 2010 Pazar

Supaidaa man ... Retsu GO!!!

Japonlara bayılıyorum ya.Adamlar doğuştan dahi.Kendileri orjinal,yaptıkları orjinal, çakma yapıtları bile orjinal.Şahsi fikrimi sorarsanız, bu orjinalinden daha orjinal.İçinde yok yok valla.Spidermanın gelebileceği son nokta ...

İsteyene de sözlerini vereyim.Yazıldığı gibi okunmasına :

Biru-no tanima-no kurayami-ni (supaida-man)
Kiraritoi hikaru ikari-no me (supaida-man)
Yasuragi sutete subete-wo sutete
Aku-wo outte sora kakeru (chienji reoparudon)
Kimi-wa naze kimi-wa naze
Tatakai tsuzukeru-no ka inochi-wo kakete
Hitosuji-ni hitosuji-ni
Muteki-no otoko supaida-man

edit piaf: Kedinin kesilme kısmı da, görsel efekt teknolojisinin son noktasıdır

Çok Acayip Lan!!!

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26 Kasım 2010 Cuma

SAURON : The Highschool Years

Öğretmen de Gandalf.Kimseyi de geçirmez.
Elbette "You shall not pass!!!"

Epic Cin

Aslında epic win.Yaw benim aklıma gelmedi bu hiç, NEDEN????

Harry Potter and the Dancing Hallows

Hımmmm... NICE!!!

16 Kasım 2010 Salı

Excerpts from a Dog and a Cat Diary…

Excerpts from a Dog’s Diary…

8:00 am – Dog food! My favorite thing!

9:30 am – A car ride! My favorite thing!

9:40 am – A walk in the park! My favorite thing!

10:30 am – Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!

12:00 PM – Lunch! My favorite thing!

1:00 PM – Played in the yard! My favorite thing!

3:00 PM – Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!

5:00 PM – Milk bones! My favorite thing!

7:00 PM – Got to play ball! My favorite thing!

8:00 PM – Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!

11:00 PM – Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

Excerpts from a Cat’s Diary?

Day 983 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.

They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a ‘good little hunter’ I am. Bastards.

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of ‘allergies.’ I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage..

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow — but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released – and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.

The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now………