WierszWiersz bez sensu, bez polotuWiersz4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bez iskierki i bez grzmotu
Nic nie znaczy, nic nie wnosi
O nic także cię nie prosi
Słowa w wierszu jak strumienie
Wypłukują z zdań znaczenie
Nie celowo, nie bezwiednie
A ich sens bez przerwy blednie
"Nic z niczego dla nikogo!"
Płacze szyja, kręcąc głową
"Bo cóż z tego, że rymujesz
Kiedy sens na tym marnujesz?"
"Ależ szyjo, co ty pleciesz!"
Obruszona głowa rzecze
"Poloniści, zważ, wymyślą
Jaką się kieruję myślą!"
Lumi, a first previewHey ! :]Lumi, a first preview4 years ago in Personal More Like This
So I've made some new changes on Lumi, my future Visual Style for Windows 7. It will continue to change in some details, and it's certainly not over yet, different parts are still the one from Soft7.
Anyway here's the actual result :
White isn't it ? ^^
My main ideas were :
more "minimal", less transparent, and add a tiny color.
The window on top left is active, the others are inactive (mainly a difference in the shadow, but the windows themselves are a bit more transparent).
The "Yes" button is hovered, like the Music icons. The DVD drive is selected
I believe the caption buttons are too subtle right now, and I'm still trying to do a nice hover effect, subtle but visible.
It includes the new icons on the Navigation Pane, obviously based on the icons in Mac OS Lion, entirely made from scratch (all of them) with the subtle blue of the theme.
By the way, don't get it wrong, I hardly have time to play all t
What I HateWhat I HateWhat I Hate5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I really hate it when I forget.
My memories have meaning to me, special meaning to me.
The memories that I have of my mother. When she would pick me up after karate. When we'd stop for ice cream on the way home. When she would take Yuzu, Karin and I to the park.
They mean so much to me.
And I hate that the memories of my mother are hazing over.
I can't remember them with such clarity now. I don't remember what she smelled like when I was afraid at night and she'd hold me. I don't remember what her voice sounds like when she would call to me. I don't remember what he skin felt like against mine when she hugged me.
I remember my mother. But I don't remember her.
I hate that no matter what I do she's fading into the back ground of my life.
Things in my life are happening that I wish she was here for. I wish she would have met my friends. I wish she could be at my high school graduation. I wish she could see how much Yuzu and Karin have grown.
So much has happened since she die
Transform Online Windows 8 into an appToday, I'm gonna show you how to transform Online Windows 8 into an app (Windows only with IE enabled).Transform Online Windows 8 into an app3 years ago in Personal More Like This
IMPORTANT : IF YOU DO THIS WITH AN OLD VERSION, IT WILL HAVE SOME BIG RENDERING PROBLEMS !!!!!!
Follow these steps :
1) Download latest beta (v2 beta 2) from http://fav.me/d5h2q4r and unzip it
2) Go to the folder called "lockscreen" or "start"
3) Open index.html with notepad
4) Paste the following code after the title tag:
5) Save as index.hta
DON'T FORGET TO CHANGE THE FILE TYPE TO "ALL FILES"
6) Open index.hta
7) Enjoy !!
You might get some script errors, or some small rendering problems, that's because it uses IE rendering engine.
Milosc UmieraA gdy miłość umiera,Milosc Umiera5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Jak kochanka najdroższa
W przepaść szumiącą strącona
Na klifach wichrowych
Z lasu opodal, krzyki wzbierają
Ptactwo wzlatuje wysoko
Jaskółki, ku słonecznej tarczy
Szybują na pożegnanie
A Bestia przedwieczna
Co jak mleko, barwy najczystszej
Spłoszona wystrzałem gniewu
Gna bez namysłu
Rzuca się w dół
Na śmierć pewną ... skazana
Miłości do grobu
Po kres sił oddana.