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My bone with Apple: They control everything about their users. Their kinda like a greedy politician. They sell you a decent product. okay. But then they release an update, on a new product. ... okay ... You can't get this update without the entire new product. ... sell my current product? Yeah, let's try that ... [ nobody wants -- it's now old ] Okay...maybe I can fork over another arm and leg for the new updates... nope, not gonna work. [ later ] oh hey, that app looks cool! What? I can't install it? WHY NOT ?! ... oh. It requires the new update for me to use it. My bone with Microsoft: They try ( and fail ) at doing what Apple does. For example, their PE file format is the only thing that keeps us from being able to run versions of Office on other OS's without a special package or release. Also -- their .NET thing is bullcrap. They want to sell you specialized hardware that makes .NET run faster than native processor code. Their Windows 8 release is also slightly controlling in my experience ( However, Microsoft did do a better job, and made me not mind them having control for once because they designed a product worth using in this instance ). It removed my boot entry for WindowsXP, and made it near impossible to install Ubuntu ( what I am running now ). It also kind of forces you to use Windows live or Hotmail. Mac-Hardware: Don't get it. You're just buying a label most of the time. You can get the same thing as a PC much cheaper. PC: Get this. It's much easier to ( legally ) perform maintenance on as there aren't a million .5mm screw holes to get to the parts Apple is afraid of you messing with. (; Personally, as a developer I enjoy Linux and Windows ( XP or 7 -- I might try 8 again when my hardware is better able to handle it ) Linux just works. Most distros come pre-loaded with python, g++, gcc and more. It's also very secure in comparison to Windows. Also, for non-tech-savy people, it's nearly impossible to break without just blatantly deleting crucial things. It's also a free OS most of the time ( there are people who have built Linux distros and are selling them ) and it is just as user friendly as OS X if you want it to be. Windows works well, and has lots of software that works greatly with it. For example -- Windows 7's version of Explorer is great, and very intuitive. I prefer it to Ubuntu's Unity or even it's old interface. It also has Photoshop and many other things that work greatly with it ( as well as field-specific software like Autocad ) So you really shouldn't use Mac if you ever have any desire to learn and experiment. You should use Windows for professional things most of the time. You should use Linux if you prefer it to Windows and are worried about security.

Remove the border; it's too large, and it was actually the first thing I noticed. I doubt this is the effect you want. Otherwise, well done.

Quite frankly I find my own mind and will more capable of forcibly changing itself than anything my parents have ever done. They say parents know best, I tend to disagree. I have managed my own grades much better since they've gotten off my back about it. Of course, they still don't want to give me credit where it's due, but the truth still stands. As of now-- I appreciate them for the things they do for me, and tell myself I'm willing to do the same thing. Unfortunately, my parents have dug their claws so far into the controlling and strict side of things I don't ever think I'll have a relationship with them that isn't a civil war or of any kind of influence outside of emotional stress. ** They are slightly responsible for me removing a large portion of my emotions outside of the ones associated with being cynical.

Why can't both big-bang and the Bible be correct? My theory: ( call it short-thoughts and fantasy if you will -- just hear me out ) God is as Hindu's believe -- existence. So he always is, always was, and always will be. When he created the rest of the universe, he did so utilizing the big-bang ( which somehow stretched over the course of 6 days ). Am I the only one who finds it odd that with just a little bit of perspective, religions widely considered vastly different like Hinduism and Judaism can even share a commonality? For example, there are 3 main gods that I'm aware of in Hinduism, -- Christianity has the trinity. -- Nothing is more dangerous than a closed mind.

Quite frankly I find a large part of society to be mindless robots. What's worse that one of the biggest culprits of this crime is supposedly supposed to endorse individuality( *cough* America *cough* ). With that in mind, a large portion of the people who pass judgement on the Muslim/Islam religion don't know half the crap they spew out of their insolent mouths. I am a Christian ( no specific sub-group-- I just read the Bible and try to understand it. I do however, attend a Baptist church ), and proud of it. However, I'm not about to be so ignorant as to trash other religions. For example, I was having dinner with my mom and I quoted Buddha, ( Forgive my paraphrasing, I do it with my own religion too-- I mean no disrespect ) "Do not accept anything as truth until it agrees with your own beliefs and knowledge.". My mom blew up and started thinking I was worshiping the Buddha. Quit frankly, she doesn't realize the Buddha isn't really a god, and he even asked that his followers ( when he was branching from Hinduism ) to not worship him. Essentially: "Don't ask me about the gods, I don't know about them. I do understand people, though." I think a large part of what just happened between my mom and Buddhism can apply largely to what most people think about Muslim followers. The fact of the matter is that they are largely ignorant. For example, I saw somebody post about a woman concerned about her kid playing with dinosaurs. That's ridiculous, and ignorant of her. Dinosaurs probably did exist. My guess is that they probably existed before the flood, but that's irrelevant, and I don't know that. Regardless, even in the Christian religion, the Bible states that God created all creatures. So for her to call them blasphemous is silly( or whatever adjective she used ). -- But with all that said, my point: Do the opinions of ignorant people really matter? If they're that important, prove them wrong. Otherwise, live your days knowing there's not a whole lot you really can do to change their opinions and that they are wrong. If Fred thinks George is dumb, but George is building a < insert amazing machine here >, what does it matter to George that Fred thinks he's dumb? </rant> Maybe this was a tad off the topic's point, but I found it relevant.

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Here's a good place to start? They might not exist.

Hm...are you sure? Surely there's a way to survive traveling that fast! :\ Maybe. Okay, you're probably right. Yup. "OH CRAP! The EARTH is all the way OVER THERE! - chokes & dies - " Yes. Time == An array of existences. Each slightly different than the last in the series. ? I think that's what I got out of this. ^ This is the only post that makes me think there might be a possibility of time travel, but I highly doubt it depends on something as trivial as birth. Life is a bunch of cells. Cells are just a bunch of molecules with chemical reactions that tend to cause repetition ( reproduction ). Seriously people, listen to this guy. Actually, I think it was a train, and these clocks operated on nuclear decay, which is probably the most sensitive / accurate timing there is. What happens w/ DNA is that the DNA slowly unravels ( VERY slowly. ) and eventually you loose information. You also get a collection of bad cells in your bloodstream ( white blood cells that are either dead, or disfunctional )

There's a problem with the concept of time travel. The law of conservation of matter / mass / energy. To go into the past: 1) Ctrl Z $x = md5($x) ( for you non-php informed, this assigns an irreversible ( and destructive ) encryption on x, then stores it in x. Effectively removing any evidence of the original x. ) -- 2nd law of thermodynamics. 2) You would essentially be creating matter wherever you arrive. OR you would be taking matter that was there. However it works, it can't possibly be good. 3) With #2 in mind, it would only make sense to be able to travel to a point where time machines already existed. So uh...redundancy? 4) You would have to make a time machine fit inside a time machine if you did not go along with #3 so as to get back 'home'. Which relies on time travel FORWARD to work. ------------------------------------------------------- To go into the future: 1) You're still creating, or taking matter and energy, which kills physics. 2) Events are un-certain; The future can't be determined. Thermodynamics says heat is random movement of particles. So at best, a super-super-super computer could generate a matrix of possibilities. A very, very large matrix. 3) -- In theory however, you can 'emulate' time travel, if you will. You can slow down the movement of your particles ( using the event horizon on from a black-hole ) while the rest of the world continues at 'normal speed'. The problem with this is that (A) you'll be pulled in and ripped apart to the black hole. and ( B ) To counteract A you need 'anti-matter' the size of a black-hole, which debatably exists, and is a very complicated science. I'm sure there's more, but I just showed you that time travel is not possible, with elementary `physics`. :l I want to get into real physics. >.<

IE is plenty fast, but plain and simply, it is not compliant with the most recent web standards ( HTML5 ). For example, I don't believe it implements the border-radius tag in CSS3, or text-shadow. It uses CSS-hacks ( filter property ). It tries to force you to rely on activeX, and has annoying questions. It's easily hacked, and therefore insecure. The list goes on. BUT it remains: IE ( 8 and 9 especially ) have decent speeds. Chrome is nice. It is secure, has a great renderer ( webkit ). I believe it's near complete-compliance with HTML5, if I'm not mistaken. Has the best JS engine out there. Uses multi-threading, and shared memory. Multi-threading is nice, because that's part of the security. However, it's also a nice pain in the crack, because with all the processes, you end up consuming lots of memory with chrome, for only a few tabs being open. Don't even get me started on plugins, and such. Firefox is just okay in my opinion. Not terribly bad, or good. It has tons of plugins/add-ons ( could someone explain the difference? ) Unfortunately, Firefox has always made an impact on my system that makes it slow down significantly ( and consumes mucho memory, in my experience ). Opera is a nice in - between of Firefox and chrome as far as performance vs rendering. It has a little less support than chrome as far as HTML5 is concerned, but a little better performance than firefox. I can haz content. Safari probably runs great on a mac, but on my windows machines that have ever ran it, it's pretty slow to start up, and only mediocre once it's started. However, it does share the web-renderer with chrome, so I suppose it's not all that bad. Yup, that's pretty much it. I myself prefer to use Chrome.

^ I believe trolling could be in your hobbies list. d: My hobbies.... taekwondo programming drawing writing I'm thinking about going into gymnastics soon, as my black belt is around the corner and tkd is loosing my interest, slowly. Plus TMJ prevents me from sparring as much as I'd like too ( well, indirectly. "Mother" would be the direct cause, I suppose. ) My best friend in the world does gymnastics, and she's really good. So I think it'd be fun to do gymnastics with her. After I've learned how to do backflips and handsprings on a whim, I'll go learn a fighting style where I can apply this knowledge. >:3 ( My TKD instructors have said that it was pointless in TKD ) Oh-- for any tkd enthusiasts, my instructor is James McGee, who's son is Byron McGee, whom I believe has taken several 1st places at tournaments all over the place.

Thank you, very much! (: In fact, I bring 4 updates. English Project PreAP English II August 29th, 2011 By finishing this project, I’m hoping to create new memories of times forgotten. I want something to hold on to, and remind myself that these things are real: every smile, chuckle, and tear. Particularly, I want to remember the happy times. That way if I’m feeling down, I can look back on this paper and remember that things weren’t always this way, and they won’t always be this way. Anybody who knows me will tell you that I am unique. They will tell you that I’m calm when glanced at, but wild upon closer observation. They will tell you that I’m like Jasper from Twilight in the sense that I can effect the mood of a room to whatever I want. my enemies will tell you that I’m empty of genuine rage, but full of ice in my soul. Those close to me will tell you that nothing is more important to me than my friends and their trust. Two summers ago I decided to go to Fastlanes with my friend. I had one of the best, most memorable nights of my life that night, and I believe that night was one of my few regrets. The entire night, I was constantly zoning out and being distracted from the hectic swirl of fun and happiness around me. To this day, I wish I could go back and enjoy that night again, and do it right. Thankfully I have one photo and one song to remember the smiles and laughter I took for granted back then. I can’t show you the picture, or sing you the song ( or rather, I shouldn’t for your sake ), but I’m sure I can paint a picture for you and place the song in your mind. Imagine the perfectly golden marshmallow, only neon. Then think of the green you get from freshly cut grass at the beginning of Summer when the grass is still alive and flourishing. In the background, imagine a deep black with streams of those colors swirling every where, and blinding flashes of red. Then in the center of this photo, picture a girls face, with modern glasses, and hair curlier than a pigs tail and as golden as the hay in a field on a late August evening. Then a smile as full as a child’s head is full of questions. Now that you have a decent copy of the picture, imagine it moving, and the lights flashing along with the beat and tune of “The Time” by Black Eyed Peas. I will never forget that Friday night, and that smile is something I would die to see again. I am the person with a unique view who creates off the wall ideas and bites off more than he can chew then swallows it whole. I think often times we all have this vision of an ideal life and society tells us who we have to be. I also think that it’s stupid. It’s ironic really: the ones who claim to love us are the ones who strip us of our singularity. I could easily conform and be another nobody with the company car, but what’s the point? This song does a great job creating an image of how someone can fall victim to the pressures of our conformist society. It especially speaks to me because of the line “I’ve become one with the ones that I’ve never believed in, but I’ve got the company car”. I’ve never believed in anyone who claims to be successful because I’ve always been able to look back and see where I would have been disappointed and how I never would have been satisfied. In short — “If the truth is too hard to find, look for the lies then write the real truth in big bold black ink.” I’ve always been fairly intelligent. Something you might not know about me is that I was reading Harry Potter in Kindergarten, and I fully comprehended every last bit of it, too. I’ve never been restrained by my fears, and I don’t believe anybody ever should be. Fears are a primitive, but often effective restraint. If you can control your fears, you can overcome them, and even use them to your advantage. You should never believe in anything half way. Believe in it 100%, or not at all. I really love to take a step back, turn around and see how far I’ve come, and how much I’ve grown. For example, it used to bother me when people would pick on me for my peculiarities. Now I know that it’s not worth my time to be bothered by this. I know the world isn’t that great, but what good is whining about it going to do? This song inspires me to be the change I want to see in the world. One major part of my life is taekwondo. To me there’s just nothing that beats the thrill and adrenaline rush of kicking and punching people, but I like to call it sparring. It’s not so much the violence that I enjoy, even if I do have a slight violence issue. No. What I really enjoy about it is the challenge. You have to stay focused, or a foot will come rushing towards your face with the force of a well built and untrained football player multiplied by your opponents skill as a fighter. Then knowing that you can turn the situation around and take the offensive side is just a huge bonus. Sparring is particularly great for me because I know that there’s never any hard feelings between my opponent and I, even if I do beat the living crap out of them. Plus there are no real consequences because you have pads and protective gear on. if you run into somebody particularly skilled, they can ( and do ) break bones, but to me that just adds to the excitement and the rush. The song I chose ( Golden Time Lover ) talks about never giving up, finding the right moment to strike, and coming out on top even against impossible odds. The song is in Japanese, but here’s a rough translation of the lyrics I’m referring to. The perfect ‘golden time’- I’ll seize it with these hands; finish this by battling with a poker face that takes everything I’ve got. Dragged away to an illusory world Escaping from this endless pressure game so I can clear the borderline of glory. How many..? How many reparations must be made Clapping your hands to make yourself cheer up in adversity, attack at the last second with a unique fighting style. Attention! It’s dangerous; go beyond your limits. I don’t think that the relation to those lyrics need any direct relation assistance to be related to taekwondo and sparring, but those lyrics apply to my philosophy on life as well. Life is nothing more than a pressure game. There’s no real distinction between winning or loosing, but there is a line of glory, and shame. There are also sacrifices that have to be made to put yourself where you want to be. A lot of the time in life you will find yourself standing on your own two legs, completely alone. Then you have to better yourself, and become better than your opponents. You have to take risks, and go beyond what you think your limits are, then be amazed at what they really are. Finally you have to look for that golden point, the perfect opportunity, then latch on and hold on because it’s worth more than your life so far. Then be swept away into the illusory world of your dreams. So let’s dream a better dream. A dream with no worries, no pain, and no suffering. Then, let’s plan the dream, and introduce to reality. Not too fast, slowly, naturally, and let the concept fully sink in. Then when this new found joy is spread, let’s live our lives to the fullest, and then fulfill all our other dreams, but this time, let’s do it together. Wouldn’t that be amazing? To see a world filled with no regret, and a lifetime of joy peace and happiness ahead of us. To love everyone like a brother and sister, to be one and united. Yea, that would be nice. Unfortunately, that will never happen by our doing. People are too self-centered to do anything that miraculous, and it’s saddening. No matter what, even then we would have the seed of doubt in some one elses’ motives, maybe even our own. But, this dream of mine, it’s sweet. It’s like going to heaven, and eating food in the sense that when you come back to Earth the food here just won’t satisfy you. I’ve had such a taste of this food. I intend to cook my own. I might not be a master chef, but my measly morsels will feed the hungry, and I will have done something with my life. And hey, maybe if I’m lucky other people will follow my example. It might not put a dent in world hunger, but those few with full bellys will make it all worth it. Can you imagine the satisfaction of feeding a hungry person? Take my advice: there is nothing more satisfying than a tasty meal after a long day of work. So get out your pens, get well rested, dream a better dream, and write up some tasty recipes. Writing was my ventilation unit 2 summer’s ago, but here lately I’ve taken a new approach. I want to inspire people in this song. All the dirty little freaks who are wrong in all the right ways shouldn’t be ashamed of who they are, and that is a large concept in my blog that I maintain once or twice a month. When I first started writing I was very upset, and I did it only at night and my pencil scratches got a little smudged, and I had no light except that which came through my window from the moon. Ever since then, I’ve had this thing for the moon. It’s symbolic, but it’s almost like the moon was the light I saw at the end of the tunnel when I was extremely down and upset. But the whole night time thing was kind of dangerous. I was supposed to be asleep, and it would only take a few misplaced footsteps in my direction, and it would all be over. No more writing. No more escape, and no more freedom. So before I got caught, I started writing on a blog. The blog is “My Moonlit Night”, and it’s hosted on WordPress. I don’t mean to sound conceited, but I’m glad I did start writing. It would have been a shame if my thoughts went unspoken, even if they’re not heard by as many people as I’d like. Nobody is perfect, but everyone deserves to be heard. If you have something you want to say, then scream it at the top of your lungs, and don’t be afraid of the consequences. The biggest risk in life is to never take a chance, and the biggest mistake in life is to close your mind to the endless possibilities that can arise from your dreams. People are amazingly designed creatures. Just imagine — if everybody had the guts to stand up for what is right, think outside of the box, and be wrong in all the right ways instead of thinking we have nothing more to offer than the company car — how much better would the world be? It seems unrealistic, because it is. That won’t stop me from pursuing my dream. Dare to hate on Valentines day, and love all 364 other days of the year, then step back and see how far your friendships have strengthened, and your enemies have declined. That Which Goes Unspoken I was boarding the metro one morning, just as every morning. Nothing particular about the day up until then. Traffic blaring it’s horns, people shouting their stupid rants, and of course the shuffling of feet in the sub terrain in the general direction of the electric train. Yet still, something caught my eye, and that was the lack there of this noise. It disturbed me. In the corner of my eye, I saw a little bunny. I have no clue how it got there; I didn’t know bunnies even lived around here! Then I noticed it was limping, and I heard the train coming on the opposite side of me, the same side as the bunny. I know it seems silly, but in that moment, time slowed down as I saw the train go straight through where that bunny was struggling just moments ago. My breath left me, and I felt an instance of gloom consume me. I started to continue on about my day, and pretend that I hadn’t witnessed the bunny’s death, but I decided in that instant that today was going to be different. I’ve been living for myself my whole life, and quite frankly I’d rather live for somebody than die for them. Sure, this may seem a little over the top, for just a bunny, but it’s more than that. I want my life to mean something to someone, and I’ll be damned if it doesn’t. I went to the ticket counter right away, and gave my ticket to a nice lady who seemed a little distressed at the time, and told her that I didn’t need my ticket anyways. I could walk to work, I didn’t really need that train ticket did I? I marched out of the sub-tera domain with my head held high, and a smile on my face that felt alien. Is it normal to be this happy, after such a gloom only moments before? I was less than 3 minutes from my destination, and I noticed my briefcase was actually beginning to feel heavy. Did I pack rocks in there? I think I’ll be changing to a backpack from now on, thank you. I finally arrived at work, and decided that it was possibly a good time to join a gym, and that I really appreciated the subway system. As work went by, several people asked me why I was smiling. I didn’t want to sound like a psycho, so rather than explain about the bunny’s death, I told them that I would rather smile than frown, because smiles are simply so much better than frowns. I finally went home a few minutes after 5p.m. and decided that walking one way was enough walking for today. On my way to the metro entrance, I noticed a little bunny with a red stain on it’s foot. I couldn’t help myself, and I ran to as fast as I could. I don’t know what I planned to do if I caught it, I just ran. Like I was programmed to do it, I caught the bunny in my arms, and it squirmed like any wild animal would do. I just held it there, like a moron. What do I do with it now? I tried putting it down, but my arms just wouldn’t let me. I opened the door to my apartment door, and grabbed some lettuce immediately after setting down my briefcase. Then I fed my new best friend. After all, that was the least I could do after she gave me a life worth living. My girlfriend made fun of me for taking care of my friend. She’s not my girlfriend anymore. I guess you could say I took the life I gave her back. After all, we only have so much life to live, before we die. I’d like to use mine in a way that doesn’t fade away or become obsolete, even if I’m just a nice person in the subway to one lady, or a protector to a small bunny. Isn’t that love? Anybody can rewrite Romeo and Juliette, that terrible tragedy, but I believe in actions. Love is a verb, not a feeling. You love somebody, you don’t feel love for somebody. The two just aren’t the same. Damn me if I don’t show the world how to love. After all, who wants to be a so-so lover? Rebel And Rise Conceptualized Intro Sometimes it’s hard to say if I miss those days: the one’s with no consistent joy, but a consistent gloom. I don’t regret the choice I made, not for a second! However, this sorrow glooms over me now like a fog looms over a road surrounded by trees overcast by the grayest of clouds with a humble illumination from the sun. *** I was scrubbing away at a hefty stack of dishes when I heard the news on in the seating area. Something about a hostage. I peeked around for an excuse to temporarily leave the kitchen. No such luck. Time passed by in dishes, and 40 dishes later it was the end of my shift, and lunch time. As I was headed to my car and reaching for my keys, my boss, Bernie, grabbed my shoulder and asked me if I would mind working the next shift, reassuring me that there would be an overtime pay. I asked if I could grab some lunch first, and he nodded his approval and replied with a “Just don’t smell the roses, or anything”. After dodging through traffic for a few minutes, I arrived at my favorite place in the world: Subway. I have yet to find a place that makes better sandwiches the way I want them made. I quickly ordered and shoveled my food down, and hopped back in the car. That’s when I heard the gunshots. There were three of them, each with a second’s delay between the last. Thankfully however, they were far away, and in the opposite direction of my job. I’ll find out more about it on the news when I get home, and I can visit with my sweety, Dawn. When I got to work for my second shift, Bernie gave me a funny look. Not the kind of funny look that makes you feel like something is wrong with you. More like the kind of funny look that makes you feel like your being inspected, and your soul is being observed with a microscope. It felt weird, but I just brushed it aside. Who knows, maybe he was contemplating giving me a raise? That will be the day. By the time Bernie comes around to give me a raise, I’ll be long gone and working for something besides a restaurant. I have to admit though, Bernie’s a great boss, and when I’m gone, I am going to miss him. My second shift went smoothly and was considerably uneventful. Of course there were the usual lousy tippers, and overly-kind tippers, but that’s to be expected. A few giggly girls were wanting to flirt with me, even though they were with their boyfriends who were kind enough to bring them to a nice restaurant. Which could very well be why they didn’t flirt, but hey, I’m no judge. Atlast the end of the shift rolled around, and I gave Dawn a call and asked her if she would mind cooking up some dinner. I knew she wouldn’t mind in the least — she probably was actually excited, because usually I am the one cooking meals, and she’s really been wanting some opportunity to learn how to cook better. If I may say so, she’s really gotten a lot better, and is a pretty good cook. Maybe one day I’ll teach her some of my recipes. Needless to say she was joyful at the request of cooking. As we uttered farewell and promises to see each other soon, I thought about how much she’s going to hate cooking once she gets used to it. On my way home, a few ambulances and police vans raced in front of me, and turned left. I have to admit, this made me curious, and I was tempted to follow them. Then I remembered Dawn’s beaming smile, and her radiant glow. I decided that taking that away from the world just wasn’t fare, so I continued my normal route home. Then I noticed that they were heading in the same direction as the three gunshots I heard after lunch. I found it odd for them to just now be reacting, 4 or 5 hours later. I just wrote it off as a coincidence, and refocused my attention to the road ahead of me. Alone is Your Safe Place, Right? You’re alone now, No need to fear. You’re alive, Now wake up. Lock up tight, and seal the gaps. No need to breathe where you’re going. You need not worry. Do you hear it? The dripping drops of something flowing. Drip, drop, drip, drop. Why bother screaming? Nobody will hear you. You’re alone, don’t you remember? Except for me. I’m here, in your mind, and that flooding you hear is me.Drip drop, drip drop. How will you fight me? I’m invariable and inevitably a part of you, but I’ll be your undoing. I’m sinking in now. It’s time now, are you ready? It’s time now, will you win? It’s time now, sink or swim. Jump from great heights into dark depths then let me consume you. Let me shape you and mold you into the corrupt being you were meant to be. What? You don’t want that? Well, good luck with that. I’m not only you’re worst nightmare, I’m your strongest ally. Without me you are weak and vulnerable. Without me, your senses are dulled. You trust openly. You dream big. You’ll never hesitate to do as you feel, please, desire or wish. You’ll believe your wishes will come true, and then you’ll wake up. When you wake up, you’ll miss me. You’ll wish I would still be there for you. You’ll wish I wasn’t gone. You’ll be loving me as I walk away, and scream my name at the top of your lungs. Then I’ll hear you, and I’ll come back. But it’s funny. I was so long gone, how did I hear you? Could it be that I was never gone? That you only made me invisible, like a magician makes his assistant vanish. You can’t kill me, and I’ll never be gone. I am your worst enemy. Who am I?

...miss. ( jaykay. ) Next person thinks I'm not blonde? X)

Legos... I still play with them, occasionally. :3 I wish I had more, but Lego's are actually kind of expensive.

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I ban you for not noticing the C(++) developer above my avatar.

I ban thou because your location matches the regex: /\bevil[\.\b]/?s

Ohai! A new guy familiar with RH Nice to see you here! (: ( Lol guys. "Speak of the Devil, and he shall come." )

Uber miss on everything 'cept the blue eyes.

I ban you for using proper grammar.

Banned for lack there of confidence in your banning, therefor resulting in a potential mis-ban. AKA: Being a bad mod.

^^ she asks EVERYBODY for their taste in music. I wanna know what you're interests are! ( outside of Pokemon and computer related things )

Miss. /Next person has green eyes/ (:

Update Time! Down The Well Down in the well is a might river roaring Down in the well is a glistening drink Down in the well is refreshment Down in the well is life. I’m parched and thirsty, looking for a drink. I see the well that I’ve drawn water from, for so long. While I lower the pail, I ponder: what would happen to me if this well was gone? Would I die of thirst? Would I become so weak that I was unable to move, or stand on my own two feet? Would I need a crutch, or be able to use a wheelchair? If this well was gone, would I give up on life and just let the bigger river carry me where it flows? I finally hear the reverberating splash of my bucket finding the water, and I wait for it to fill while I continue to ponder. Where would this river take me? Would I find myself washed up with everybody else? Would I wash up as a big shot revolutionist? Who would I meat along the way? Am I already flowing in the river, and just don’t know it? I start to bring up the water when I thought occurs to me. Maybe I should just let the river take me. Abandon this well and get swept away by life’s rushing river. But what fun would that be? Why should I just float around? I want to fly to where I want to go, and if somebody wants to tag along, I won’t object. My water finally peered at the top of the well, and I drink it all. Right then and there, as if drinking it was actually going to help me get where I wanted to go. There’s nothing special about that water in particular, but I think this is a good start to get me where I’m wanting to go. As the water flows down my gullet, and misplaced streams run down my body, I feel invigorated. Full of fighting spirit, as if I could conquer the world if I so chose. I smile and grin, because I know I’m going where I want to go, or I’m going to die trying.