Happiness is a constant
Every time, every single moment
Every single step that I make. It brings nowhere, nowhere at all. Without you I've lost myself completely. Panic, as no thoughts of what to do come to my head. I've seen pictures, again and again
The pain doesn't go away, it seems only to get sharper and sharper. They say that time heals everything. I'm still waiting.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Monday, November 1, 2010
Whey Protein How Long
Well, here we go xD
Prologue.
The Lady was not someone who just did things on a whim.
Every single day she woke up and listened to the news in the radio while she got everything ready for the Regent. She reviewed the news in the newspapers, the gossip in the magazines, and even the rumours among the servants.
She dutifully supervised the cooks as they prepared each meal for her husband, and tasted everything herself.
She was dedicated to her duty, it was the first thought she had every morning, and the last one each night. The Lady loved her duty, her husband, and her country, so she never had rebellious ideas, or strange notions.
Or at least it had been that way until she had met that man.
Predictions, also called prophecies by those who liked a more fantastical approach to them, had been a part of the daily life of everyone in the country of NAMEHERE for more than fifty years, ever since Sir Horace Isaakson had formulated the first theory.
He had been the first man to ever suggest that the multiple universe theory could also be applied in the daily life of the people, and that, if working correctly, it was possible to use it in favor of the Country and its inhabitants.
It was unknown how Sir Isaakson had gone from a mediocre specialist in chemistry to the most famous and respected metaphysician in the history of the world, but it was pretty known that he had slept with the then Regent’s daughter, and that he had a white dog named Polly.
Because that was how the Country worked. Thankfully, histories, and small gossip were always more important than anything else. One just had to smile, work and have some fun with their conversations and scandals, and the Country, the Regent, would guarantee your salary, your health and your safety.
The Prophet, as some liked to call him, was a scientist named Joachim Isaakson, great grandson of Sir Horace Isaakson and a terrible singer. He had advanced on his great grandfather’s theories, and managed to get an almost perfect score in all of his predictions.
He believed that nothing was real until a human thought about it, and that the human brain defined the shape of the world and destiny. He believed that destiny was just the work of the collective minds of all humanity, and that without those minds, the planet would simple cease to exist, as other minds in other parts of the universe would override it.
In the peak of his glory, he had been awarded the rank of an Earl by the Regent, and lived several years in the proximities of the Great Palace, in the Inner City.
Eventually, he became the Head of the newly created Ministry of Forthcoming Affairs, where he directed the use of predictions as tools for the State, and gave classes and aid to many less experienced scientists. He was admired and loved by all, and he was believed to be one of the main creators of the prosperity that the Country was living in.
All of that was over when he finally went mad.
There were hundreds of theories regarding the reason for that reaction, and many other thousands of rumours, but most believed that the pressure of creating the perfect Country everyone was living in had finally been too much, and that in one of his experiments Joachim Isaakson had accidentally created a broken future, an apocalypsis even.
Whatever it was, when the civil war started he hadn’t been there to predict or prevent it. He had given wrong dates and times and even wrong faces and names, and in the end he had disappeared for a complete year.
The Regent had been quick to act. Joachim Isaakson was stripped of his title and position, and exiled from the Great Palace. The Ministry of Forthcoming Affairs continued to work under one of Isaakson’s students, and eventually with their assistance the civil war came to a halt.
Peace came back to the Country, and with it Joachim Isaakson returned.
Those who knew him before could barely recognize that man, it was as if he had aged more than ten years in the year he was away. He spoke in riddles to all who asked him questions, and could barely hold a conversation without going on tangents, but his predictions were frighteningly accurate.
He needed no tools, calculations or machines, as he had before. Many remember that he used to say that he had become something more than a human, that he was now a tool of the Fates and that he was ready to live in the new era that would soon come.
Almost everyone labeled him as a madman, but none ever questioned his abilities when performing predictions, none ever dared to doubt that all the things he said would happen eventually happened.
That was also when he started talking about the Twins.
No matter the topic, no matter the question, all of Joachim Isaakson’s predictions eventually turned to the Twins. He would say that the twins were meant to bring the new era, to start a new order, to set the truth free... That wasn’t something anyone cared about, and maybe he would have been forgotten eventually, but he also spoke of war and death, of the new order being born from chaos.
And that wasn’t exactly something the Regent was crazy about.
Ever since then, the law had changed. Twins were considered a sin, and the obligatory echographies would reveal the quantity of children as soon as they started forming. Then one of them, usually the second one, was to be killed in order to stop the fall of their society.
In the following years hundreds of newborns were killed in the name of peace and order. Some people complained, but none really fought against the new rules. The truth was that they were as scared about the possibility of those Twins killing everyone as the Regent was.
Even with that, those were peaceful times. At least until the Prophet reached the Lady.
That day he congratulated her about her pregnancy, a pregnancy she didn’t even know about, and told her that she was the one, and that he would tell nobody. That she should make sure that the Twins lived no matter what.
She had been so scared to hear that.
Those Twins had driven her husband crazy, had caused so many monstrosities and atrocities in the name of stopping the chaos they were to bring, and now... Now she would be causing all of that. But that man’s words... Joachim Isaakson’s words had changed everything.
She would give birth to a boy and a girl. One of them would have to be sent away, and the other would be raised in the house. He told her about a nurse’s daughter who was to give birth soon, and about how she would be of help. He provided infinity of perfect details, as he always had since he had gone mad.
In the end she had played along with the madman’s intentions, even when she knew it wasn’t the best idea, because of his talk that in all the futures her husband lived when the Twins brought the change, but in most of the other futures he died.
He was needed, he was loved... The Regent kept order and peace, the Regent couldn’t die just like that. That was how she was taught, and that was what she had promised to do. Always protect him, always support him, in health or sickness... Always.
Of course as most things in life, nothing had gone exactly as she planned. Once the prophet left with his accurate predictions, things had started to go haywire.
Her echography revealed twins, a boy and a girl as predicted. The Regent told her that he would rather keep the boy, and she had reluctantly agreed. Nobody would ever know that twins would be born, the secret would die with them, and in a big event the Regent announced that his heir was finally going to be born.
The nurse’s daughter agreed to take the girl away, not really knowing who the girl was. Her obligatory echography wasn’t until about a week after the due date of the twins, so she would be able to move trough the frontiers without worrying about getting caught with a wrong baby.
At least that was the plan. The Lady’s pregnancy took two weeks more after the due date, in those days the echography revealed that the nurse’s daughter’s baby was a boy. Having her take a baby girl trough the frontiers would be almost impossible because of the tight security the Regent had established.
In the end, they had settled for a risky gamble. Concerning her husband, the Lady told him the baby boy had been born dead, and that only left them with the girl. The nurse’s daughter could then take him away pretending it was her own child, and by going trough in the dates recommended by the prophet she was able to get away to the frontier, but that’s another story.
The girl stayed in the palace.
Having a girl being born instead of a boy would change everything. First there would be doubt about the echographies’ efficacy, since the gender of the child hadn’t been correct. Then, the fact that she was a girl would cause trouble when completing the paperword for her inheritance.
And of course, there was tradition...
The Lady had dazedly watched her husband pace for three hours, until she suggested the obvious.
If it was so needed, then the baby could be a boy.
------
EDITED.
BYE.
The foreword is tiny, because I would not do infodump I would have originally. It has no form at all, but blah, and I'll fix it in May xD
On the other hand, I'm doing awesome with the wordcount, I'm a day early Head seat for many centuries, and as mankind had not discovered the magic (or even existed, really), I never work on the land. Working
on other planets, but that's beside the topic xD
building not exist, or employees, or anything ... One day I got bored, so I plan on having a child out there, and entrust the job ... but had twins. A boy and a girl. So
decided that the baby would put her face and the girl would do the dirty work, because let's face it, women are often better for it.
I think for that the building of the Administration, in a half-plane unstable weather. The building is actually a living organism that grows by feeding on the unlimited power of the Lords of time. For this reason the lords can not leave the building for long.
time when a man decides he wants to die, consumed by the building and a new floor is created. Of course before that must have a son and a daughter with his sister so that the blood of the god of time to remain strong.
The building is unique for all universes.
The actual birth of the lord of time and circumstances
The Lord (ITO) was born around the time six hundred years ago, son of the lord of time before and his wife (or their Parents are their guys too), already had an older sister I had my two year old lease, the secretary.
As a gift, his father gave the last dragon, to be his pet / servant / friend / secretary / bodyguard.
His mother was in denial, because the baby's birth meant that his mariditis was to die to give the place, so, she hid the kid passing by him as a girl ... until somehow the truth was discovered and the lord of time said he was fed up with the stupid building and wanted to die xD
Changes made by the current master, the rule names and iterations, and Nikola.
Mr established rule names and iterations.
Shall Be No names spoken, was created for defense reasons. His name is awful and did not want anyone to know xD
The iterations are more tricky.
When he assumed the head of the administration, the present lord decided he wanted a human in the building. Why? bis Because his grandmother had often been deadly and wanted to see them in action.
The idea did not arise just like that, it all started with the arrival of Nikola Tesla, after a bizarre experiment that no one understands. The Lord of the time I study, it turned the right and backwards, and decided that he liked humans. So I wanted to keep him. Nikola
but wanted to return, because damn, I had that nerd, so made a silly bet with the Lord, which he won. With that returned to earth, but promised to return before his death. He
old and ragged, and the lord of time pouty, wanted to give back to its physical clock ... But I knew that doing something like this would do bizarre things with all nikolas of all universes.
The idea of the solution came from his sister, who suggested eliminating "nikola" giving new life to a human. At that time, "nikola tesla" or "traveler" ceased to exist and was born "human" part of the building.
That marked the beginning of the first iteration.
iterations are called to lives of being called "Human." When the iteration ends, all supernatural beings working in the building are released, and rehire other beings, or allow those who want to return to work harder.
The human half demon and half demon The
, Our Attis cameo, was born in the land, the son of a demon mother, a human father, and nephew by the mother of the current demon and chief of police of the time, Our Buer cameo.
As such relationships between humans and demons are prohibited by various regulations, WAS Killed by human daddy fundies, and mom WAS heavenly Being Persecuted by the Authorities in order to Be Properly Punished.
In panic, knowing that he had no way of salvation came to his brother, who told him politely, I had two ways to fix that, delivering the baby to be killed or contact a being with a big word.
In a hurry, the aim it to where he was the Lord of Dreams, which despite being recognized as an epic asshole, always perfectly fulfilled their contracts. So she went with him and asked him to save his son.
return lord of the dreams he asked the most important thing she had. Aka stayed with the baby.
She was found by fueeeerzas of the law soon after, and executed by not saying where was the baby ... And the baby, of course, disappeared from the face of land. Tiny
half demon was raised and work for the lord of dreams for centuries, largely ignorant of the finer details of his past (his father's lease human), and every dream Worshippy the Lord, whom he considered his father Both and the awesomest thing ever.
Since the dream lord of this world is a dream lord Actually, not a demon of ragnarok online, not! Attisito's work included learning how to peek and poke Them Into Dreams properly. I WAS still a tiny nerd.
So, one day of pure curiosity about something they saw in a dream in which he had been, asked about his past. In return he received the news of his heritage, which did not take to much appreciation. I ask for your mommy and your dad and received news of their deaths. From here comes his hatred for humans and demons.
mole in a dream with a human, who seemed to have unusual powers in dreamland. Reported, as it should be, but the lord of dreams instead of ordering a halt to human control attisito to contact her to find out their intentions. Tiny
halfdemon followed the orders, and so I began to spend time with a humanitarian who does not look anything like those I had seen in his previous work with humans. Confused, I Asked "dad", and the lord of dreams Who Did not approve of historical kiddie playing with Humans, Mostly because the fundies were dangerous, he said he did not see her more.
I did the Same with the human, telling the whole reason I no longer wanted to see, because it was dangerous for humanitarian and a half demoniocito.
It Was too late, of course, and the fundies went for humans, even today nobody knows how they learned, and the human got pwned.
The word on the existence of a half-demon spread, and the lord of the dreams he knew he would be able to hide much more, so I send it to fly.
escaping
The halfbreedcito lived for several decades, and finally hit the buer guy who somehow recognized him, and kicked by time, and that's how I get to the Administration.
The name does not rule it came to hair, so apply for a job, and half had no demon. The current Time Lord decided to keep it. He says "suicide" because no one wants to kill himself, but because it is the only person working there willingly, and returns at each iteration to be reemployed.
The truth is that while working there, nobody can kill so he's safe, but according to the rules, with the end of the seventh iteration would have to leave the building at least three iterations more xDDD
humanism, darius cameo, dying to get to building a space-time accident, and the half-demon was the solution to their problems.
If the iteration did not finish, I would not go out, so would prolong human life. For that, entered into a contract which explains the cameo darius hair, and also because this iteration has been the longest history
XD Of course, the human is the boss and the half-demon's servant
xDDDDD
And I'm tired of writing , so continue ...
Prologue.
The Lady was not someone who just did things on a whim.
Every single day she woke up and listened to the news in the radio while she got everything ready for the Regent. She reviewed the news in the newspapers, the gossip in the magazines, and even the rumours among the servants.
She dutifully supervised the cooks as they prepared each meal for her husband, and tasted everything herself.
She was dedicated to her duty, it was the first thought she had every morning, and the last one each night. The Lady loved her duty, her husband, and her country, so she never had rebellious ideas, or strange notions.
Or at least it had been that way until she had met that man.
Predictions, also called prophecies by those who liked a more fantastical approach to them, had been a part of the daily life of everyone in the country of NAMEHERE for more than fifty years, ever since Sir Horace Isaakson had formulated the first theory.
He had been the first man to ever suggest that the multiple universe theory could also be applied in the daily life of the people, and that, if working correctly, it was possible to use it in favor of the Country and its inhabitants.
It was unknown how Sir Isaakson had gone from a mediocre specialist in chemistry to the most famous and respected metaphysician in the history of the world, but it was pretty known that he had slept with the then Regent’s daughter, and that he had a white dog named Polly.
Because that was how the Country worked. Thankfully, histories, and small gossip were always more important than anything else. One just had to smile, work and have some fun with their conversations and scandals, and the Country, the Regent, would guarantee your salary, your health and your safety.
The Prophet, as some liked to call him, was a scientist named Joachim Isaakson, great grandson of Sir Horace Isaakson and a terrible singer. He had advanced on his great grandfather’s theories, and managed to get an almost perfect score in all of his predictions.
He believed that nothing was real until a human thought about it, and that the human brain defined the shape of the world and destiny. He believed that destiny was just the work of the collective minds of all humanity, and that without those minds, the planet would simple cease to exist, as other minds in other parts of the universe would override it.
In the peak of his glory, he had been awarded the rank of an Earl by the Regent, and lived several years in the proximities of the Great Palace, in the Inner City.
Eventually, he became the Head of the newly created Ministry of Forthcoming Affairs, where he directed the use of predictions as tools for the State, and gave classes and aid to many less experienced scientists. He was admired and loved by all, and he was believed to be one of the main creators of the prosperity that the Country was living in.
All of that was over when he finally went mad.
There were hundreds of theories regarding the reason for that reaction, and many other thousands of rumours, but most believed that the pressure of creating the perfect Country everyone was living in had finally been too much, and that in one of his experiments Joachim Isaakson had accidentally created a broken future, an apocalypsis even.
Whatever it was, when the civil war started he hadn’t been there to predict or prevent it. He had given wrong dates and times and even wrong faces and names, and in the end he had disappeared for a complete year.
The Regent had been quick to act. Joachim Isaakson was stripped of his title and position, and exiled from the Great Palace. The Ministry of Forthcoming Affairs continued to work under one of Isaakson’s students, and eventually with their assistance the civil war came to a halt.
Peace came back to the Country, and with it Joachim Isaakson returned.
Those who knew him before could barely recognize that man, it was as if he had aged more than ten years in the year he was away. He spoke in riddles to all who asked him questions, and could barely hold a conversation without going on tangents, but his predictions were frighteningly accurate.
He needed no tools, calculations or machines, as he had before. Many remember that he used to say that he had become something more than a human, that he was now a tool of the Fates and that he was ready to live in the new era that would soon come.
Almost everyone labeled him as a madman, but none ever questioned his abilities when performing predictions, none ever dared to doubt that all the things he said would happen eventually happened.
That was also when he started talking about the Twins.
No matter the topic, no matter the question, all of Joachim Isaakson’s predictions eventually turned to the Twins. He would say that the twins were meant to bring the new era, to start a new order, to set the truth free... That wasn’t something anyone cared about, and maybe he would have been forgotten eventually, but he also spoke of war and death, of the new order being born from chaos.
And that wasn’t exactly something the Regent was crazy about.
Ever since then, the law had changed. Twins were considered a sin, and the obligatory echographies would reveal the quantity of children as soon as they started forming. Then one of them, usually the second one, was to be killed in order to stop the fall of their society.
In the following years hundreds of newborns were killed in the name of peace and order. Some people complained, but none really fought against the new rules. The truth was that they were as scared about the possibility of those Twins killing everyone as the Regent was.
Even with that, those were peaceful times. At least until the Prophet reached the Lady.
That day he congratulated her about her pregnancy, a pregnancy she didn’t even know about, and told her that she was the one, and that he would tell nobody. That she should make sure that the Twins lived no matter what.
She had been so scared to hear that.
Those Twins had driven her husband crazy, had caused so many monstrosities and atrocities in the name of stopping the chaos they were to bring, and now... Now she would be causing all of that. But that man’s words... Joachim Isaakson’s words had changed everything.
She would give birth to a boy and a girl. One of them would have to be sent away, and the other would be raised in the house. He told her about a nurse’s daughter who was to give birth soon, and about how she would be of help. He provided infinity of perfect details, as he always had since he had gone mad.
In the end she had played along with the madman’s intentions, even when she knew it wasn’t the best idea, because of his talk that in all the futures her husband lived when the Twins brought the change, but in most of the other futures he died.
He was needed, he was loved... The Regent kept order and peace, the Regent couldn’t die just like that. That was how she was taught, and that was what she had promised to do. Always protect him, always support him, in health or sickness... Always.
Of course as most things in life, nothing had gone exactly as she planned. Once the prophet left with his accurate predictions, things had started to go haywire.
Her echography revealed twins, a boy and a girl as predicted. The Regent told her that he would rather keep the boy, and she had reluctantly agreed. Nobody would ever know that twins would be born, the secret would die with them, and in a big event the Regent announced that his heir was finally going to be born.
The nurse’s daughter agreed to take the girl away, not really knowing who the girl was. Her obligatory echography wasn’t until about a week after the due date of the twins, so she would be able to move trough the frontiers without worrying about getting caught with a wrong baby.
At least that was the plan. The Lady’s pregnancy took two weeks more after the due date, in those days the echography revealed that the nurse’s daughter’s baby was a boy. Having her take a baby girl trough the frontiers would be almost impossible because of the tight security the Regent had established.
In the end, they had settled for a risky gamble. Concerning her husband, the Lady told him the baby boy had been born dead, and that only left them with the girl. The nurse’s daughter could then take him away pretending it was her own child, and by going trough in the dates recommended by the prophet she was able to get away to the frontier, but that’s another story.
The girl stayed in the palace.
Having a girl being born instead of a boy would change everything. First there would be doubt about the echographies’ efficacy, since the gender of the child hadn’t been correct. Then, the fact that she was a girl would cause trouble when completing the paperword for her inheritance.
And of course, there was tradition...
The Lady had dazedly watched her husband pace for three hours, until she suggested the obvious.
If it was so needed, then the baby could be a boy.
------
EDITED.
BYE.
The foreword is tiny, because I would not do infodump I would have originally. It has no form at all, but blah, and I'll fix it in May xD
On the other hand, I'm doing awesome with the wordcount, I'm a day early Head seat for many centuries, and as mankind had not discovered the magic (or even existed, really), I never work on the land. Working
on other planets, but that's beside the topic xD
building not exist, or employees, or anything ... One day I got bored, so I plan on having a child out there, and entrust the job ... but had twins. A boy and a girl. So
decided that the baby would put her face and the girl would do the dirty work, because let's face it, women are often better for it.
I think for that the building of the Administration, in a half-plane unstable weather. The building is actually a living organism that grows by feeding on the unlimited power of the Lords of time. For this reason the lords can not leave the building for long.
time when a man decides he wants to die, consumed by the building and a new floor is created. Of course before that must have a son and a daughter with his sister so that the blood of the god of time to remain strong.
The building is unique for all universes.
The actual birth of the lord of time and circumstances
The Lord (ITO) was born around the time six hundred years ago, son of the lord of time before and his wife (or their Parents are their guys too), already had an older sister I had my two year old lease, the secretary.
As a gift, his father gave the last dragon, to be his pet / servant / friend / secretary / bodyguard.
His mother was in denial, because the baby's birth meant that his mariditis was to die to give the place, so, she hid the kid passing by him as a girl ... until somehow the truth was discovered and the lord of time said he was fed up with the stupid building and wanted to die xD
Changes made by the current master, the rule names and iterations, and Nikola.
Mr established rule names and iterations.
Shall Be No names spoken, was created for defense reasons. His name is awful and did not want anyone to know xD
The iterations are more tricky.
When he assumed the head of the administration, the present lord decided he wanted a human in the building. Why? bis Because his grandmother had often been deadly and wanted to see them in action.
The idea did not arise just like that, it all started with the arrival of Nikola Tesla, after a bizarre experiment that no one understands. The Lord of the time I study, it turned the right and backwards, and decided that he liked humans. So I wanted to keep him. Nikola
but wanted to return, because damn, I had that nerd, so made a silly bet with the Lord, which he won. With that returned to earth, but promised to return before his death. He
old and ragged, and the lord of time pouty, wanted to give back to its physical clock ... But I knew that doing something like this would do bizarre things with all nikolas of all universes.
The idea of the solution came from his sister, who suggested eliminating "nikola" giving new life to a human. At that time, "nikola tesla" or "traveler" ceased to exist and was born "human" part of the building.
That marked the beginning of the first iteration.
iterations are called to lives of being called "Human." When the iteration ends, all supernatural beings working in the building are released, and rehire other beings, or allow those who want to return to work harder.
The human half demon and half demon The
, Our Attis cameo, was born in the land, the son of a demon mother, a human father, and nephew by the mother of the current demon and chief of police of the time, Our Buer cameo.
As such relationships between humans and demons are prohibited by various regulations, WAS Killed by human daddy fundies, and mom WAS heavenly Being Persecuted by the Authorities in order to Be Properly Punished.
In panic, knowing that he had no way of salvation came to his brother, who told him politely, I had two ways to fix that, delivering the baby to be killed or contact a being with a big word.
In a hurry, the aim it to where he was the Lord of Dreams, which despite being recognized as an epic asshole, always perfectly fulfilled their contracts. So she went with him and asked him to save his son.
return lord of the dreams he asked the most important thing she had. Aka stayed with the baby.
She was found by fueeeerzas of the law soon after, and executed by not saying where was the baby ... And the baby, of course, disappeared from the face of land. Tiny
half demon was raised and work for the lord of dreams for centuries, largely ignorant of the finer details of his past (his father's lease human), and every dream Worshippy the Lord, whom he considered his father Both and the awesomest thing ever.
Since the dream lord of this world is a dream lord Actually, not a demon of ragnarok online, not! Attisito's work included learning how to peek and poke Them Into Dreams properly. I WAS still a tiny nerd.
So, one day of pure curiosity about something they saw in a dream in which he had been, asked about his past. In return he received the news of his heritage, which did not take to much appreciation. I ask for your mommy and your dad and received news of their deaths. From here comes his hatred for humans and demons.
mole in a dream with a human, who seemed to have unusual powers in dreamland. Reported, as it should be, but the lord of dreams instead of ordering a halt to human control attisito to contact her to find out their intentions. Tiny
halfdemon followed the orders, and so I began to spend time with a humanitarian who does not look anything like those I had seen in his previous work with humans. Confused, I Asked "dad", and the lord of dreams Who Did not approve of historical kiddie playing with Humans, Mostly because the fundies were dangerous, he said he did not see her more.
I did the Same with the human, telling the whole reason I no longer wanted to see, because it was dangerous for humanitarian and a half demoniocito.
It Was too late, of course, and the fundies went for humans, even today nobody knows how they learned, and the human got pwned.
The word on the existence of a half-demon spread, and the lord of the dreams he knew he would be able to hide much more, so I send it to fly.
escaping
The halfbreedcito lived for several decades, and finally hit the buer guy who somehow recognized him, and kicked by time, and that's how I get to the Administration.
The name does not rule it came to hair, so apply for a job, and half had no demon. The current Time Lord decided to keep it. He says "suicide" because no one wants to kill himself, but because it is the only person working there willingly, and returns at each iteration to be reemployed.
The truth is that while working there, nobody can kill so he's safe, but according to the rules, with the end of the seventh iteration would have to leave the building at least three iterations more xDDD
humanism, darius cameo, dying to get to building a space-time accident, and the half-demon was the solution to their problems.
If the iteration did not finish, I would not go out, so would prolong human life. For that, entered into a contract which explains the cameo darius hair, and also because this iteration has been the longest history
XD Of course, the human is the boss and the half-demon's servant
xDDDDD
And I'm tired of writing , so continue ...
Friday, October 29, 2010
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How to waste time, version 1.1
Nine and twenty minutes in the evening. And the meter goes up. I'm bored to death and I am too lazy to take the book of The Two Towers and follow the adventures of Frodo and Samwise. There is simply not wanted. To top it off, it rains frÃoy. The perfect day to write something, no matter how inconsistent it is, nothing new, everything I write are inconsistencies. Now, how often do I ...
Mostly, I spend my time in Tech Support. I entered the computer roll and I like reading cases on Trojans, and other DNS hijackings. Read
, hack around, talking on the phone. I have been several days trying to criticize Sues, but critics are a real shit, and to raise such an insult to human intelligence, better not go up. Simple and easy. In fact, I have pangs of conscience, that sounds stupid. I'm failing to Tie and Blacky, to say the fandom, someone has to take care of killing monsters, hell.
Nothing. Today there is nothing interesting to say. My friends seek to drag the disk, and go to the Pyrenees with my class. Viva.
Nine and twenty minutes in the evening. And the meter goes up. I'm bored to death and I am too lazy to take the book of The Two Towers and follow the adventures of Frodo and Samwise. There is simply not wanted. To top it off, it rains frÃoy. The perfect day to write something, no matter how inconsistent it is, nothing new, everything I write are inconsistencies. Now, how often do I ...
Mostly, I spend my time in Tech Support. I entered the computer roll and I like reading cases on Trojans, and other DNS hijackings. Read
, hack around, talking on the phone. I have been several days trying to criticize Sues, but critics are a real shit, and to raise such an insult to human intelligence, better not go up. Simple and easy. In fact, I have pangs of conscience, that sounds stupid. I'm failing to Tie and Blacky, to say the fandom, someone has to take care of killing monsters, hell.
Nothing. Today there is nothing interesting to say. My friends seek to drag the disk, and go to the Pyrenees with my class. Viva.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Tripp Trapp Harness Alternative
From Hell, Jack (?)
Yeah, I'm still alive. How? I myself know.
In fact, since the last time I wrote here a few things have happened. Third sucks. Yes, exactly. It's worse when you discover that your teacher of Technology is like your mother (?). Do not get me wrong, I love my mother, but it seems that the teacher comes to class to get back and teach us what is terribly frustrated. Yes sir. The Geography
he spends his life telling. Would not surprise me to put a test asking "how many years I lost virgnidad?" . Viva consistency.
I'm going to target Chinese. Yes, exactly. As if I had enough with that I have four languages-English and fluent Romanian, English and French, "I and I put one more into the sack. And I have thought Erasmus leave Siberia. Siberia, yes, I asked my mother to teach me Russian. At the moment I can say "give me salt", "hello" and other basics. I also know "give me the watch, if for me to pursue a career criminal.
Yes, my life is normal.
Yeah, I'm still alive. How? I myself know.
In fact, since the last time I wrote here a few things have happened. Third sucks. Yes, exactly. It's worse when you discover that your teacher of Technology is like your mother (?). Do not get me wrong, I love my mother, but it seems that the teacher comes to class to get back and teach us what is terribly frustrated. Yes sir. The Geography
he spends his life telling. Would not surprise me to put a test asking "how many years I lost virgnidad?" . Viva consistency.
I'm going to target Chinese. Yes, exactly. As if I had enough with that I have four languages-English and fluent Romanian, English and French, "I and I put one more into the sack. And I have thought Erasmus leave Siberia. Siberia, yes, I asked my mother to teach me Russian. At the moment I can say "give me salt", "hello" and other basics. I also know "give me the watch, if for me to pursue a career criminal.
Yes, my life is normal.
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