My blueberries jam and Grand-Marnier receipe

Portion : 4 1/2 Mason jar of 500ml
Ingredients

10 cups of blueberries
8 cups of sugar
1/3 cups of lemon juice
3 envelopes of liquid pectin (85ml approx).
2/3 cups of Grand-Marnier liquor


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On the video: Nightwish – Ghost love score HD


Nightwish
On the picture: Nightwish

Look at Nightwish official web site:
Nightwish official web site

Look at Nightwish info on Wikipedia:
Nightwish on Wikipedia

 

Lyrics:

We used to swim the same moonlight waters
Oceans away from the wakeful day

Chorus:

My fall will be for you
My love will be in you
If you be the one to cut me
I’ll bleed forever

My fall will be for you
My love will be in you
If you be the one to cut me
I’ll bleed forever

Scent of the sea before the waking of the world
Brings me to thee
Into the blue memory

Chorus:

My fall will be for you
My love will be in you
If you be the one to cut me
I’ll bleed forever

My fall will be for you
My love will be in you
If you be the one to cut me
I’ll bleed forever

Into the blue memory

The siren from the deep came to me
Sang my name my longing
Still I write my songs about that dream of mine
Worth everything I may ever be

The Child will be born again
That siren carried him to me
First of them true loves
Singing on the shoulders of an angel
Without care for love ‘n loss

Bring me home or leave me be
My love in the dark heart of the night
I have lost the path before me
The one behind will lead me

Bring me home or leave me be
My love in the dark heart of the night
I have lost the path before me
The one behind will lead me

Chorus:

Take me
Cure me
Kill me
Bring me home
Every way
Every day
Just another loop int the hangman’s noose

Take me, cure me, kill me, bring me home
Every way, every day
I keep on watching us sleep

Relive the old sin of Adam and Eve
Of you and me
Forgive the adoring beast

Redeem me into childhood
Show me myself without the shell
Like the advent of May
I’ll be there when you say
Time to never hold our love

Chorus:

My fall will be for you
My love will be in you
You were the one to cut me
So I’ll bleed forever
Repeat to fade


“When human will no longer control computer’s tech, 2 choices will remain. Maybe by Irony, let’s hope not sarcasm. But it will be 0 or 1” -Romston, May 4th 2009

 


Michale Brun, A Moment of Silence (1/3)
Picture title: A Moment of Silence (1/3)
Picture artist: Michale Brun

 

What i think about this art:

 

The geometry form gives the touch to the subconsciousness: there’s a diagonal that cut the picture in two.

On a side, it’s weird green with horizontal line, represent a same direction of flux.

On the other side, people are all attach to something…

They think they can look in any direction they want:

(all head doesn’t have the same angle)…

But in fact they don’t. They are still looking in a “mean” direction.

Moreover:

 

(They don’t even see the one next to them.)

You didn’t realized that the first time ?

 

What aren’t you realizing now …

Romston

My best anime character ever: Spike Spiegel


On the video: Spike Spiegel from Cowboy Bebop with System of a Down – Bubbles

 


Spike Spiegel
On the picture Spike Spiegel

 

Look at the Cowboy Bebop info on Wikipedia:Cowboy Bebop

Look at the System of a Down info on Wikipedia:System of a Down

Lyrics:
Fish that don’t drown,
Life in a bubble jungle,
I wouldn’t frown,
Not short another chuckle,
Snake in the ground,
But I was in there for you,
Now leaving town,
Life in a bubble jungle.

Seeing you believing
Us adhering
We’re the power struck.

Believing, then kneeling,
Appeasing,
The power struggle.

We’re left with no arms,
Right in the power struggle,
We’re left with no arms,
Right in the power struggle.

Wearing a crown,
Life in a bubble jungle,
Chasing a clown,
Not short another chuckle,
Snake in the ground,
But I was waiting for you,
Now we have found,
Life in a bubble jungle.

Seeing you believing
Us adhering
We’re the power struck.

Believing, then keeling,
Appeasing,
The power struggle.

We’re left with no arms,
Right in the power struggle,
We’re left with no arms,
Right in the power struggle.
Left with no arms,
In the power struggle,
Left with no arms,
In the power struggle.

May I remind you,
May I remind you,
May I remind you.

May I remind you,
May I remind you,
May I remind you.

May I remind you,
May I remind you,
May I remind you,
May I remind you,
May I remind you,
May I remind you,
Your life is in a bubble jungle.

Seeing you believing
Us adhering
We’re the power struck.
Believing, then keeling,
Appeasing,
The power struggle.

We’re left with no arms,
Right in the power struggle,
We’re left with no arms,
Right in the power struggle.
Left with no arms,
In the power struggle,
Left with no arms,
Right here in the power struggle.


God i loved Sebajun music talent (Nujabes). Rest in peace you have all my respect.
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On the video: Nujabes – Luv (Sic) Part-3

 


Nujabes's album: Modal Soul
On the picture Nujabes’s album: Modal Soul

Look at the Nujabes info on Wikipedia:Nujabes

Lyrics:
“When I think of love, i think…
What the hell I’ve been in love before.
I’m not so bad off…
Maybe it’ll happen again.
But nights are long sometimes…
I sleep alone so long now…
But maybe it wont happen again…
But I’ve to keep thinking it won’t.”

It’s funny how the music put times in perspective
Add a soundtrack to your life and perfect it
Whenever you are feeling blue keep walking and we can get far
Wherever you are

Like a movie that you can’t predict
Like a book that you can’t resist
I sing along a song that’s oh so sensual
bring along a sip to make it all so sexual
verbally that is, making love to the music means vibing to the beat at night
with the whole city fast asleep, out cold
true words seem to rise to the lips, take hold
of a poet in me, most powerfully
I feel free when the world doesn’t owe it to me
It’s so hard to find a gig that lives up to the billing,
trying to find a reason to work, god willing
I admit, my thinking is wishful
like a star upon a child gazing up to the ceiling
how far do we have to stretch the truth
to fit the lifestyles borrowed and overdue
we can take it all back to the register
and start all over from the canister
let’s break it all down into pieces of bright
moments that pass by like a meteorite
throw on your favorite reel that’s good to go
on the analog player watch the people glow
sit back to the breeze let the memories flow
comedy tragedy all the highs and lows

(chorus)

Like your moves that I can’t predict
Like your look that I can’t resist
The ting-a-ling feeling was oh so mutual
the lingering appeal was so unusual
herbally what is, medicine to a lone soul can become poison to some
with the whole body fast asleep, out cold
true vision seem to come to the eye, take hold
of a prophet in me most visibly
I see clear when the world doesn’t show it to me
It’s so hard to make sense in a cycle of billing,
trying to find a reason to quit and make a killing
I admit, our dealing is painful
like a star upon a child staring down from the ceiling
how far do we have to stretch the picture
before pixelating the human texture
we can take it all back to the register
and start all over from the canister
let’s save it all up for an ultimate prize
homecoming gathering with a big surprise
throw on your favorite record that’s good to go
on the analog table and it’s hooked to blow
sit back with ease and hear the emcee flow
hi hat kick drum all the highs and lows

(chorus)

Um, third time’s the charm, hopefully
when I chime on your door you’d still let me in
after all these years
the room that you caved in my heart is exactly the same as you left it
I realize that you have moved on
new styles and cliques like them silent flicks
I’m speechless in this golden occasion
the beautiful expression on the silver creation
this time I’d like to keep in touch
I’m a likkle bit wiser, a whole lot tougher
if I suffer through another nightmare tonight,
we’ll chalk it up as another chapter to write, all right?
or wrong or somewhere down the middle of the road
I wanna see you again in a scene with the backdrop a perfect ten
and the music can take us back to the spot right then
from black and white to a sepia tone
some dreams come with a tint or in monochrome
from black and white to my skin tone
some dreams have a stint on the microphone

(chorus)

okay we can take it all back to the register
and start all over from the canister
let’s break it all down into pieces of bright
moments that pass by like a meteorite
throw on your favorite jacket and you’re good to roll
on the analog trail and you look the role
just stroll through the trees and let your miseries go
sunshine hurricane all the highs and lows

we can take it all back to the register
and start all over from the canister
let’s break it all down into pieces of bright
moments that pass by like a meteorite

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