Actual news
So after I finally made it now the time to second report was completed, I finally come to make a real update!
The reason I have not posted anything for so long (asking for forgiveness!) Is that I was during the change of study very busy semester. Firstly, it was all homework and tests to put behind me, to find an internship and then also to do with it.
But first things first ... My studies at the Tama is now officially closed, as the University of Bremen has now received all the necessary documents. Report, contract internship, internship plan, record sheets, Transcript of Records of Tama: All submitted so I can only say, I'm ready. This of course leaves me back to my previous 5 months in Japan look and I can only say it was great! From Uniseite ago everything was organizationally a dream! I had a few things to take care of themselves, much has me by the International Office facilitates serious or even removed. The fact that there were up to me only of a further exchange of students (and some solid international students) there was certainly a relief. Outside the university I have done a lot with friends and with my side job is another side of Japan know learned.
my waiter job at Antonio's, I had to start training now so close, unfortunately, but was concerned at my last working day with a surprise party, which meant a lot to me. There was a photo of the video, a cake and gifts and there are actually released all employees without exception. I promised that I shall be clean look now and again and will keep that promise. I like to think back on those nights, especially when the boss is not there and we are left to their own work even better and definitely had more fun! , P
My internship search erwieß to be a test of patience and a Last-minute decision. I had already when I was in Germany was the first applications submitted to and during my studies here continuously made. But Japanese firms mills grind slowly and the larger companies still slow ... Well I finished my semester already, but did not know how it should go further and introduced me to a personal challenge, because I am a person who always needs a plan. I think that I'm after this internship search become a little more patient (an important property in Japan!) And a better understanding of company structures and waiting for replies in Japan have developed general. That was a hard test, but everything went well.
For now I'm officially an intern at Forestone Japan, an innovative and young company in Tokyo, Meguro. Just because a new website is launched, I hope you have success with google. , P
The work is very extensive and varied, the staff are all very nice and I have a very good feeling about it. The only catch is that I currently drive 2 hours each way and must return to my apartment, in the rush hour not a pleasure ... But I have already (by unintended help Jans, p) found a very close located budget Guest House, in which I will move in April.
Those are the updates for me. I'll try despite my current 12 hours day to write more often. Now is only the details for the move but also visas for status change and I think so many interesting excursions and there will be no entries for now. So be reassured, I am fine, I'm still alive and have to make before even continue for a while! ^ ^ On
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Rikki Nakano Suteki Da Ne
Time for Two - Hakone, Pachinko, Ramen Museum
3.1. It then went with Steve and Mae to Hakone, an area renowned for its hot springs town near here. First by train, then bus into the mountains. Hakone is situated on a lake and offers a beautiful landscape. For a day trip so perfect! After we (somewhat involuntarily because we searched the onsen) had run around a bit and had eaten lunch, so it was relaxing in over 40 ° c hot pools with natural mineral hot spring water. This may sound uncomfortably hot at first, but is really a super pleasant experience. We were alone in their respective pools (always separate sexes) and enjoyed the hot bath with a view from the roof of the building over the lake and mountains.
Then we took the bus back again in the nearest city, and we ate and drank something, but they were soon very tired and were on our way home. David and Steve then wanted to definitely try again Pachinko (a gambling game in which balls are sent through a maze and if they get really falling profits) but lost big! ^ ^ I've rarely slept as well as after the hot s Bad! had ^ ^
The next day we arranged to meet with Riku and Shingo to Ramenmuseum. I had no clear idea of what I had expected it, but I made it as interesting sher out! In a building, a street of Tokyo had been rebuilt from the war, with stalls, small restaurants and of course lots of Ramen! (Yup, from the Naruto Ramen, or "Japanese" noodle soup) We So first we ate through parts of the Ramensortiments and discovered after a "play area" for children to play out of time. It seems that Hulahup and spinning top were all the rage back then. We tried all of us at the roundabout game. So you have a piece of string around a roundabout meticulously wrap and then throw him into a metal bowl. If it same time and really made you could fight it, small fights (for those who are in the anime Bayblade or remembers something like that feels: Yes, that's the basic idea), but we put ourselves in a little goofy with the wrapping technique and at the end of Riku and I were the only ones there hinbekamen halfway ... ^ ^ went
evening, then off again with Steve and Mae, the sushi dinner. The rest of David's last night in Japan was reserved just for us. ^ ^ went
the morning the next day then to Narita Airport. The parting was (of course) emotive and the funny looks of the Japanese around us, it's not accustomed to feelings and affection shown in public, we were not care.
Now I'm back in Japan alone, but since David'll soon begin his semester at sea, we will if we are lucky we have already seen in front of autumn. I still hope the fact that a charter for Japan, and especially his ship decides to create it here and we can have our cinematic reunion on the dock. ^ ^
3.1. It then went with Steve and Mae to Hakone, an area renowned for its hot springs town near here. First by train, then bus into the mountains. Hakone is situated on a lake and offers a beautiful landscape. For a day trip so perfect! After we (somewhat involuntarily because we searched the onsen) had run around a bit and had eaten lunch, so it was relaxing in over 40 ° c hot pools with natural mineral hot spring water. This may sound uncomfortably hot at first, but is really a super pleasant experience. We were alone in their respective pools (always separate sexes) and enjoyed the hot bath with a view from the roof of the building over the lake and mountains.
Then we took the bus back again in the nearest city, and we ate and drank something, but they were soon very tired and were on our way home. David and Steve then wanted to definitely try again Pachinko (a gambling game in which balls are sent through a maze and if they get really falling profits) but lost big! ^ ^ I've rarely slept as well as after the hot s Bad! had ^ ^
The next day we arranged to meet with Riku and Shingo to Ramenmuseum. I had no clear idea of what I had expected it, but I made it as interesting sher out! In a building, a street of Tokyo had been rebuilt from the war, with stalls, small restaurants and of course lots of Ramen! (Yup, from the Naruto Ramen, or "Japanese" noodle soup) We So first we ate through parts of the Ramensortiments and discovered after a "play area" for children to play out of time. It seems that Hulahup and spinning top were all the rage back then. We tried all of us at the roundabout game. So you have a piece of string around a roundabout meticulously wrap and then throw him into a metal bowl. If it same time and really made you could fight it, small fights (for those who are in the anime Bayblade or remembers something like that feels: Yes, that's the basic idea), but we put ourselves in a little goofy with the wrapping technique and at the end of Riku and I were the only ones there hinbekamen halfway ... ^ ^ went
evening, then off again with Steve and Mae, the sushi dinner. The rest of David's last night in Japan was reserved just for us. ^ ^ went
the morning the next day then to Narita Airport. The parting was (of course) emotive and the funny looks of the Japanese around us, it's not accustomed to feelings and affection shown in public, we were not care.
Now I'm back in Japan alone, but since David'll soon begin his semester at sea, we will if we are lucky we have already seen in front of autumn. I still hope the fact that a charter for Japan, and especially his ship decides to create it here and we can have our cinematic reunion on the dock. ^ ^
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Time for Two - Harajuku, Ueno, Walpurgis
Am 30.12. we went once again purely a day after Tokyo shopping for diemal to Harajuku. David had announced that he would have been to Kyoto and Nara first seen enough of traditional Japan, the short trip to Meijitempel was inevitable. ^ ^
For New Year's Eve we actually had plans to work with Lisa and a few of their friends to go clubbing together, but then decided it to be rewritten. The others had in fact decided to AGH, Tokyo's most famous and most expensive club, if not Japan ... EUR 80 admission plus our drinks were now quite empty purses not clear.
So, David made to the googling of alternatives. He currently rules also really good, so he found the Walpurgisn (ワルプ) close to Shibuya station. A small club in a black design. In fact, he was full of Knacke about 40 people and the audience was so ekzentrisch as the club itself Lolitas, Goths, Punks, dreadlocks, normal people, all represented. The admission was appropriate for the different program: Bands (Batcave, rock, punk), a Butoh dancer (see film: Hanami - cherry blossoms - recommend to> much), various DJs and a song singer ... How? Yes, really. The owner of the club is a former singer and song's author (usually about strong women in Japan) and gave himself a few tunes. This peculiar mixture, however, came really well received by the audience! Pleasant was also the Convini directly above the shop so they could cook their own meals cost. So we came with guests and other New Year's revelers in conversation. All in all a very nice evening that I will probably stay long in the memory!
Saturday was announced and then first again Sleeping in on Sunday we decided to go back inside to Tokyo, Harajuku Again after (because David wanted to see the cosplayers, but we were probably too late, they were all gone again ) and after Ueno. There we went first to the zoo and I showed David the entrance into the World of Darkness (reference to an earlier entry, p) and then to the National Museum.
Am 30.12. we went once again purely a day after Tokyo shopping for diemal to Harajuku. David had announced that he would have been to Kyoto and Nara first seen enough of traditional Japan, the short trip to Meijitempel was inevitable. ^ ^
For New Year's Eve we actually had plans to work with Lisa and a few of their friends to go clubbing together, but then decided it to be rewritten. The others had in fact decided to AGH, Tokyo's most famous and most expensive club, if not Japan ... EUR 80 admission plus our drinks were now quite empty purses not clear.
So, David made to the googling of alternatives. He currently rules also really good, so he found the Walpurgisn (ワルプ) close to Shibuya station. A small club in a black design. In fact, he was full of Knacke about 40 people and the audience was so ekzentrisch as the club itself Lolitas, Goths, Punks, dreadlocks, normal people, all represented. The admission was appropriate for the different program: Bands (Batcave, rock, punk), a Butoh dancer (see film: Hanami - cherry blossoms - recommend to> much), various DJs and a song singer ... How? Yes, really. The owner of the club is a former singer and song's author (usually about strong women in Japan) and gave himself a few tunes. This peculiar mixture, however, came really well received by the audience! Pleasant was also the Convini directly above the shop so they could cook their own meals cost. So we came with guests and other New Year's revelers in conversation. All in all a very nice evening that I will probably stay long in the memory!
Saturday was announced and then first again Sleeping in on Sunday we decided to go back inside to Tokyo, Harajuku Again after (because David wanted to see the cosplayers, but we were probably too late, they were all gone again ) and after Ueno. There we went first to the zoo and I showed David the entrance into the World of Darkness (reference to an earlier entry, p) and then to the National Museum.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
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Time for Two - Nara Koen, Todaiji, lantern temple
Am 28.12. then we went to Nara for a day. I can only recommend, as the almost 1 hour ride from Kyoto to Nara is really feasible and certainly can handle in one day. yes everything is located on the famous sights in Nara Park, which is known for its free-running deer, are considered sacred.
So we are at first somewhat run through the park, roughly in the direction of Todaiji, where the largest Buddha statue in Japan is. On the way, at least we were not, of course drumrum, to feed the famous Nararehe and make the obligatory photos.
The Todaiji then was really impressive. Even if you've already seen many temples and shrines, the Todaiji is again a completely different caliber. It also said David, who was slowly fed up with the cultural program and would have preferred the Manga Museum in Kyoto to Nara instead. In the end he was glad to have yet seen Nara, that is not called the cradle of culture of Japan. The Todaiji
any case is a temple complex, whose main hall is truly gigantic. 50 m high, the building, making it the largest built of wood in the world. The Buddha statue is itself "only" 17 m tall, but there are also various statues Daeva (Japanese demons) in the building and models of how the temple looked like before. So a clever mix of museum and temple. The main attraction for us, however, was the small hole in one of the supporting piles near the exit. The guide told us that whoever there by crawling, find enlightenment. Now we both were doubtful of the little hole through which Japanese children crawling and definitely not for European body was. (Whether the stupid foreigners enlightenment not begrudge;? P) I did not scare me at any rate and was an attraction, but I am very inelegant squeezed through the opening. David let me do and supported me by all documented:
After Todaiji we were walking around even more, went first to the Nara National Museum (which, in comparison to Tokyo then quite was disappointing ...) and then came to the northern temple, the road was already packed with thousands of lanterns. The name of the temple, I have unfortunately forgotten, but he was not so extraordinary. The lanterns were definitely the best part! ^ ^
However, we were so tired from all the running around that we just decided to back the rickshaw to the train station took. This was also the gold right decision for us was brewing over a violent thunderstorm, which we narrowly escaped.
We arrived back at least dry in Kyoto, picked up our luggage and went after a good supper again after the night bus home. The next day we spent with recovery to be fit for New Year!
Am 28.12. then we went to Nara for a day. I can only recommend, as the almost 1 hour ride from Kyoto to Nara is really feasible and certainly can handle in one day. yes everything is located on the famous sights in Nara Park, which is known for its free-running deer, are considered sacred.
So we are at first somewhat run through the park, roughly in the direction of Todaiji, where the largest Buddha statue in Japan is. On the way, at least we were not, of course drumrum, to feed the famous Nararehe and make the obligatory photos.
The Todaiji then was really impressive. Even if you've already seen many temples and shrines, the Todaiji is again a completely different caliber. It also said David, who was slowly fed up with the cultural program and would have preferred the Manga Museum in Kyoto to Nara instead. In the end he was glad to have yet seen Nara, that is not called the cradle of culture of Japan. The Todaiji
any case is a temple complex, whose main hall is truly gigantic. 50 m high, the building, making it the largest built of wood in the world. The Buddha statue is itself "only" 17 m tall, but there are also various statues Daeva (Japanese demons) in the building and models of how the temple looked like before. So a clever mix of museum and temple. The main attraction for us, however, was the small hole in one of the supporting piles near the exit. The guide told us that whoever there by crawling, find enlightenment. Now we both were doubtful of the little hole through which Japanese children crawling and definitely not for European body was. (Whether the stupid foreigners enlightenment not begrudge;? P) I did not scare me at any rate and was an attraction, but I am very inelegant squeezed through the opening. David let me do and supported me by all documented:
After Todaiji we were walking around even more, went first to the Nara National Museum (which, in comparison to Tokyo then quite was disappointing ...) and then came to the northern temple, the road was already packed with thousands of lanterns. The name of the temple, I have unfortunately forgotten, but he was not so extraordinary. The lanterns were definitely the best part! ^ ^
However, we were so tired from all the running around that we just decided to back the rickshaw to the train station took. This was also the gold right decision for us was brewing over a violent thunderstorm, which we narrowly escaped.
We arrived back at least dry in Kyoto, picked up our luggage and went after a good supper again after the night bus home. The next day we spent with recovery to be fit for New Year!
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
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Time for Two - Kinkakuji, Gion, Kyomizudera
Am 26.12. early slept through the morning we arrived quite in Kyoto and treated ourselves to a hearty breakfast first with a lot of coffee before we made our way to our hotel.
I take this opportunity to Sachi, my host sister, again much to thank. She has organized the trip in Kyoto reason for us by night bus or hotel, to the handing over of an emergency number where they or their parents are always available. Even if they read this never / will understand, I'm her and her parents but extremely grateful!
The hotel was conveniently located right on the main train station and we are already wondering why we are such a cheap room had been available in such an expensive-looking hotel. (Later that night we realized that the room was located right outside the elevator door with a very very thin ...) Glad to get rid of at least schonmal our luggage, and check if we have not could, we went without another break jump to Kinkakuji. Of course, one of the pearls of Kyoto and highly recommended, even if you want a leisurely walk in a Japanese garden. Then it went
then Gion, in the historic district of Kyoto and a little shopping. (We actually all the time looking for a jacket for David, but except for a scarf for him it was more things for me ... But I see in miniskirt determined from it better than he ... , P) And because we were very tired at 3 clock but then, it was still on the second in a loud and flashing Game Center staying awake. Nevertheless, we were about 18 clock so tired that we decided to drive to the hotel. After a hot shower in the spacious bathroom, we would then have to actually fall into bed dead, were it not for this nagging hunger have been ... Too tired to me again to move to where to go, then David had to get the dazzling idea to some of McDoof and moved to pity even the Japanese Employees to explain in English what he wanted. He has also managed a RiesenMcDoffTüte unnoticed at the star hotel reception to smuggle over, with a übergwordenen coat. ^ ^
As we were raised on the following morning from the dead, it was almost noon, which was slightly annoying, but not to change. We started then on the way to Gyon Kyomizudera. This is highly recommended! There is also a bus station in front of the temple complex, but the way of Gion made worthwhile. It is by narrow, historic streets and submerged again surprisingly, a larger or smaller temples, and one or the other pagoda.
Of course, this procedure is very time consuming because we are still here and there remains and so it was already dark when we arrived then at Kyomizudera.
Back to the hotel we went back by bus and we asked for a Kaiten Sushi (Sushi on moving the tapes) in the area, because of course David wanted to taste like the Japanese Sushi and Sushi Roll Band bekanntermaß s are much cheaper than the traditional wound in which the sushi master to order.
As Julie in her blog already so aptly said, one can find the photos 1 to 1 on the Internet thousands of times, but even to have been there again is something completely different ...
Am 26.12. early slept through the morning we arrived quite in Kyoto and treated ourselves to a hearty breakfast first with a lot of coffee before we made our way to our hotel.
I take this opportunity to Sachi, my host sister, again much to thank. She has organized the trip in Kyoto reason for us by night bus or hotel, to the handing over of an emergency number where they or their parents are always available. Even if they read this never / will understand, I'm her and her parents but extremely grateful!
The hotel was conveniently located right on the main train station and we are already wondering why we are such a cheap room had been available in such an expensive-looking hotel. (Later that night we realized that the room was located right outside the elevator door with a very very thin ...) Glad to get rid of at least schonmal our luggage, and check if we have not could, we went without another break jump to Kinkakuji. Of course, one of the pearls of Kyoto and highly recommended, even if you want a leisurely walk in a Japanese garden. Then it went
then Gion, in the historic district of Kyoto and a little shopping. (We actually all the time looking for a jacket for David, but except for a scarf for him it was more things for me ... But I see in miniskirt determined from it better than he ... , P) And because we were very tired at 3 clock but then, it was still on the second in a loud and flashing Game Center staying awake. Nevertheless, we were about 18 clock so tired that we decided to drive to the hotel. After a hot shower in the spacious bathroom, we would then have to actually fall into bed dead, were it not for this nagging hunger have been ... Too tired to me again to move to where to go, then David had to get the dazzling idea to some of McDoof and moved to pity even the Japanese Employees to explain in English what he wanted. He has also managed a RiesenMcDoffTüte unnoticed at the star hotel reception to smuggle over, with a übergwordenen coat. ^ ^
As we were raised on the following morning from the dead, it was almost noon, which was slightly annoying, but not to change. We started then on the way to Gyon Kyomizudera. This is highly recommended! There is also a bus station in front of the temple complex, but the way of Gion made worthwhile. It is by narrow, historic streets and submerged again surprisingly, a larger or smaller temples, and one or the other pagoda.
Of course, this procedure is very time consuming because we are still here and there remains and so it was already dark when we arrived then at Kyomizudera.
Back to the hotel we went back by bus and we asked for a Kaiten Sushi (Sushi on moving the tapes) in the area, because of course David wanted to taste like the Japanese Sushi and Sushi Roll Band bekanntermaß s are much cheaper than the traditional wound in which the sushi master to order.
As Julie in her blog already so aptly said, one can find the photos 1 to 1 on the Internet thousands of times, but even to have been there again is something completely different ...
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
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Meta hurts my Head
Kostya entered the small business, his little student in tow. Inside it was quite dark, a strong contrast to the bright sunshine outside. Kostya took off his sunglasses and looked around. Dusty, empty. The owner had died years ago in an accident and so this was nothing more, where were shown up earlier every day up to ten clients. Quite an exclusive store for exclusive tastes.
Maron leaned against the door frame and cleared his throat, while Kostya broke a finger on the dust cover on an old crate. He looked back.
"Oh yes. Forgive me, Maron, "he said, wiping the fingers on his jacket.
"Why are we here, Kostya? Here, dead shorts and you know it. "
is you looked at the line that Kostya had painted in the dust. In addition, three more of exactly the same length and width.
Kostya nodded and lit a temple of the sunglasses in the collar of his shirt.
"Tell me, Naron: Why is that?"
Maron wires eyes up and spoke like a child, that the same math task, calculates the fourth time: "All right. Because I went back and Matthias Stein was killed. "
Kostya nodded.
"You had to do it because he was the man who would testify Karl Stein. Nobel but inhuman. "
She sighed. "I know that. I know I would have him simply the relationship can break anything but I could not stop himself from reality. "She said.
Kostya nodded again and said, "Right. Today we are learning to Maron. You'll stop myself. "
" But, "would argue Maron, but Kostya went on with a wagging finger.
"You you'll stop before you get to travel at all. "
Maron blinked. She was confused. "You can not. The ego, which plans to travel back and commit the murder but was extinguished by the very act. You have explained it to myself. I am a man without a past, I would just appeared out of nowhere, right? "
Kostya smiled. "Not directly. Your past may in this meta-moment does not exist, but in the meta-past-your past is in the future. "
Maron looked at him, frowning. "Ages. What is this at all mean? "
Kostya turned back to the box with the lines and pulled further away from the first four. "Look," he said, and Maron was next to him. He pointed to the line.
"This is your old time line. Meta-up for zero, or whatever you want to call it. You to grow, you wound up the school and Karlstein reformed the state, which leads to the execution of your parents. "
He pressed a fingertip on the line. "Here you find the Mc-Watts apparatus and destroy the time line."
He crosses the point and drew a slope Line to the first.
"A new time line is born. Karlstein nurnoch exists in your memories. You live with the guilt of having killed a human and can not return to your family, because they never had a daughter. "
Maron nodded. "And now?" She said.
Kostya smiled at her. "In the moment that you have manipulated the time, you've moved up from the meta-datum. The meta-Clock is from then on one. "
Maron put his head back in folds. "And what that means?"
Kostya chuckled softly and took a clock from his pocket. An old thing was the golden Pocket to raise, but they are not ticked. They are true clock remained at 12 30th Kostya, they dropped open and pressed the minute hand gently for a minute back.
Maron blinked. The dust was gone, light shone into the room because the windows were not boarded up and the product was on shelves, eyed by anyone but ... old Matthew Stone, an old guy who forgot his son was true, now ruled the country.
Maron stared at Kostya. "How did you do that?" The
grinned broadly. "I only have the meta-Time turned back from 750 to 749th For up to the Meta-zero restored. The fact that you've been through my metazeitmaschine that stands still is up for the time being Metazeit stopped until you make will again manipulations. "
She stared at him, unable to say anything.
He nodded and looked at his wrist-Clock. "In three hours you will travel rurück, Maron. Use the time well. "
" Congratulations, my student, you have created your first meta-time line. "
" That must have been devastating. "
" Well, how was your destructive erste zeitmanipulation?"
"Wenn man meta-Zeit einberechnet... Nicht sehr."
"Richtig. Wir behandeln Meta-Meta-Zeit in der nächsten Lektion."
Kostya entered the small business, his little student in tow. Inside it was quite dark, a strong contrast to the bright sunshine outside. Kostya took off his sunglasses and looked around. Dusty, empty. The owner had died years ago in an accident and so this was nothing more, where were shown up earlier every day up to ten clients. Quite an exclusive store for exclusive tastes.
Maron leaned against the door frame and cleared his throat, while Kostya broke a finger on the dust cover on an old crate. He looked back.
"Oh yes. Forgive me, Maron, "he said, wiping the fingers on his jacket.
"Why are we here, Kostya? Here, dead shorts and you know it. "
is you looked at the line that Kostya had painted in the dust. In addition, three more of exactly the same length and width.
Kostya nodded and lit a temple of the sunglasses in the collar of his shirt.
"Tell me, Naron: Why is that?"
Maron wires eyes up and spoke like a child, that the same math task, calculates the fourth time: "All right. Because I went back and Matthias Stein was killed. "
Kostya nodded.
"You had to do it because he was the man who would testify Karl Stein. Nobel but inhuman. "
She sighed. "I know that. I know I would have him simply the relationship can break anything but I could not stop himself from reality. "She said.
Kostya nodded again and said, "Right. Today we are learning to Maron. You'll stop myself. "
" But, "would argue Maron, but Kostya went on with a wagging finger.
"You you'll stop before you get to travel at all. "
Maron blinked. She was confused. "You can not. The ego, which plans to travel back and commit the murder but was extinguished by the very act. You have explained it to myself. I am a man without a past, I would just appeared out of nowhere, right? "
Kostya smiled. "Not directly. Your past may in this meta-moment does not exist, but in the meta-past-your past is in the future. "
Maron looked at him, frowning. "Ages. What is this at all mean? "
Kostya turned back to the box with the lines and pulled further away from the first four. "Look," he said, and Maron was next to him. He pointed to the line.
"This is your old time line. Meta-up for zero, or whatever you want to call it. You to grow, you wound up the school and Karlstein reformed the state, which leads to the execution of your parents. "
He pressed a fingertip on the line. "Here you find the Mc-Watts apparatus and destroy the time line."
He crosses the point and drew a slope Line to the first.
"A new time line is born. Karlstein nurnoch exists in your memories. You live with the guilt of having killed a human and can not return to your family, because they never had a daughter. "
Maron nodded. "And now?" She said.
Kostya smiled at her. "In the moment that you have manipulated the time, you've moved up from the meta-datum. The meta-Clock is from then on one. "
Maron put his head back in folds. "And what that means?"
Kostya chuckled softly and took a clock from his pocket. An old thing was the golden Pocket to raise, but they are not ticked. They are true clock remained at 12 30th Kostya, they dropped open and pressed the minute hand gently for a minute back.
Maron blinked. The dust was gone, light shone into the room because the windows were not boarded up and the product was on shelves, eyed by anyone but ... old Matthew Stone, an old guy who forgot his son was true, now ruled the country.
Maron stared at Kostya. "How did you do that?" The
grinned broadly. "I only have the meta-Time turned back from 750 to 749th For up to the Meta-zero restored. The fact that you've been through my metazeitmaschine that stands still is up for the time being Metazeit stopped until you make will again manipulations. "
She stared at him, unable to say anything.
He nodded and looked at his wrist-Clock. "In three hours you will travel rurück, Maron. Use the time well. "
" Congratulations, my student, you have created your first meta-time line. "
" That must have been devastating. "
" Well, how was your destructive erste zeitmanipulation?"
"Wenn man meta-Zeit einberechnet... Nicht sehr."
"Richtig. Wir behandeln Meta-Meta-Zeit in der nächsten Lektion."
Sunday, August 8, 2010
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The best online betting
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Sunday, April 11, 2010
Kid Tough Camera Schematics
Sevastopol Military Tattoo
Brass Band BM MAT
Orchestra of Moscow Suvorov Military Music School
International parade of military bands, display of military ceremonies, a show of trumpeters and drummers, pipers shows, dance numbers.
http://sevastopol-fest.com/festival_orcestr.php
Ukraine:
National Presidential Orchestra of Ukraine Ukrainian Navy OrchestraBrass Band BM MAT
Russia:
Orchestra of the Russian NavyOrchestra of Moscow Suvorov Military Music School
France:
Band and Honor Guard of the Republican Guard of France
Italy:
Italian sbanderatori (flagonostsy) from Sansepolcro
Germany:
Marinemusikkorps Nordsee (Music Orchestra Northern Fleet Bundeswehr)
UK:
Bagpipes and drums 1 battalion, Scots Guards Regiment
Turkey:
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Turn Me On And Leave Song
Bundle
What FTO should be like. :D
The sun was high, baking the sand and rocks below, mercilessly drying up everything in the desert. But its rays were not strong enough to to penetrate the ceiling of the wooden shack that was built there on rocky ground. It was an old house, mended many times, but still standing strong. In front of it was a signpost, dictating the way from a place called "Avien'zim grounds" to "The Great Garden".
The door of the shack creaked loudly, when it opened to make way for a young man, clad in reddish cloth and tight boots. His face was symmetrical and quite edgy and crowned with very short, bright brown hair. His expression was a serious one, a worried frown, when he breathed the hot and dry desert air and scanned the horizon. His eyes opened wide and something in his pupils turned, when he spotted the two figures that just climbed over the top of a dune to the north east. With quick and smooth movements heran back into the shack and slammed the door shut.
The two Nexim carefully made their way down the dune. They were a peculiar but common sight around these parts. They both wore big, black, beak-shaped masks with little holes in their undersurfaces and holes for the eyes which were closed with little glass plates. Their clothing was light, their baggage heavy. Even though they had long rifles strapped to their backpacks, either of them wielded a spear. They both had short, black hair.
Carefully they approached the shack. "Alright. You watch my back, yes?" The voice of the first Nexim sounded deep but female. She slowly crept up to the shack, while her companion went in position with his spear, rigt at a corner of the shack. Standing right in front of the door she knocked on it hard and loud and said: "Nexim Patrol! I'm coming in!" In that moment, the door was flung open from the inside and off its angles, knocking the armoured woman a few feet away. The other Nexim reacted, instantly and hurtled his spear at the figure that darted out of the house with inhuman speed. With a loud crack, the spear hit the outer wall and recoiled, tumbling to the ground. The female Nexim kicked the door away and slapped her hands at the small buckles on her backpack's strap, causing them to release her. When she jumped up, the other did the same and his baggage fell to the ground with a metallic thud, sending clouds of dispersed sand in the air. They quickly grabbed their rifles and ripped them free of the backpacks to pursue their Quarry.
Said quarry had quite a headstart already and was way faster than the pursuers, despite the rather large bundle he was carrying. A white cloth seemed to be wrapped around a big object, he carried away with relative ease, while the Nexim were already producing rattling sounds through their masks. The male Nexim knelt down three yards away from the shack and positioned his long-barelled rifle under his head and aimed carefully.
The two Nexim stood above the dead body. They had pushed their masks up on the top of their heads to allow for clearer vision. The first Nexim sounded a wolf whistle. "Nice shot, Cyrus.", she said and crouched down to examine the bloody mess that used to be the stranger's head. The sand was of a dark red where the corpse had fallen to the ground. She pulled a knife from her belt and stuck it into the mushy mass on the ground. When she lifted it again, a small, delicate-looking gadget hung from a thin cord that entangled the blade.
Cyrus scratched his neck and frowned. "I never thought we were gonna get this one. He was quick. At that distance he could have easily dodged any of my shots..." He gave the bundle, that had fallen to the ground a light kick. "... had he just dropped this." She dropped the gadget and wiped her knife at the dead man's clothing. "Must've been important to him.", she said. The Nexim looked at each other and Cyrus grimaced. "Do I have to?" She smirked and replied: "Yes you do. I'm your superiour after all." She took a few steps to the right and pointed her assault rifle at the bundle in the sand, while Cyrus, sighing, knelt down and slowly stretched out his fingers towards the package. He grabbed a corner of the cloth and pulled it away, carefully. When they saw what was wrapped up there, neither of the two Nexim could hold back a gasp. She lowered her weapon and spat out in disgust. "Now they're killing our children! They always keep sinking to new lows. I'm gonna rip...", she began, but was interrupted by Cyrus. "No, no, no, no, no, wait, she's breathing." She raised her weapon again. "She's breathing.", Cyrus repeated, seemingly amazed by the fact. He pulled away more of the cloth and took a closer look at the little girl he had found. She was approximately 7 years old, wore just a thin, beige-coloured shirt and fitting skirt. Her hair was of an unusually bright colour, almost white and Cyrus could see some weird, angular and completely symmetrical lines in her face. He frowned. "She's one of them.", he said and rewrapped the girl in the cloth. The female Nexim lowered her weapon again. "So he was just protecting his young one." She wiped her forehead and sighed. "Well, I'll make them ready for transport, you go and count the corpses in the shack." Cyrus looked up at her and raised an eyebrow. "Corpses?", he said. She nodded and replied: "When he kicked the door in my face, I got a short glimpse of quite a bloodbath in there. I want them counted. Try counting the heads. Might make things easier. "
What FTO should be like. :D
The sun was high, baking the sand and rocks below, mercilessly drying up everything in the desert. But its rays were not strong enough to to penetrate the ceiling of the wooden shack that was built there on rocky ground. It was an old house, mended many times, but still standing strong. In front of it was a signpost, dictating the way from a place called "Avien'zim grounds" to "The Great Garden".
The door of the shack creaked loudly, when it opened to make way for a young man, clad in reddish cloth and tight boots. His face was symmetrical and quite edgy and crowned with very short, bright brown hair. His expression was a serious one, a worried frown, when he breathed the hot and dry desert air and scanned the horizon. His eyes opened wide and something in his pupils turned, when he spotted the two figures that just climbed over the top of a dune to the north east. With quick and smooth movements heran back into the shack and slammed the door shut.
The two Nexim carefully made their way down the dune. They were a peculiar but common sight around these parts. They both wore big, black, beak-shaped masks with little holes in their undersurfaces and holes for the eyes which were closed with little glass plates. Their clothing was light, their baggage heavy. Even though they had long rifles strapped to their backpacks, either of them wielded a spear. They both had short, black hair.
Carefully they approached the shack. "Alright. You watch my back, yes?" The voice of the first Nexim sounded deep but female. She slowly crept up to the shack, while her companion went in position with his spear, rigt at a corner of the shack. Standing right in front of the door she knocked on it hard and loud and said: "Nexim Patrol! I'm coming in!" In that moment, the door was flung open from the inside and off its angles, knocking the armoured woman a few feet away. The other Nexim reacted, instantly and hurtled his spear at the figure that darted out of the house with inhuman speed. With a loud crack, the spear hit the outer wall and recoiled, tumbling to the ground. The female Nexim kicked the door away and slapped her hands at the small buckles on her backpack's strap, causing them to release her. When she jumped up, the other did the same and his baggage fell to the ground with a metallic thud, sending clouds of dispersed sand in the air. They quickly grabbed their rifles and ripped them free of the backpacks to pursue their Quarry.
Said quarry had quite a headstart already and was way faster than the pursuers, despite the rather large bundle he was carrying. A white cloth seemed to be wrapped around a big object, he carried away with relative ease, while the Nexim were already producing rattling sounds through their masks. The male Nexim knelt down three yards away from the shack and positioned his long-barelled rifle under his head and aimed carefully.
The two Nexim stood above the dead body. They had pushed their masks up on the top of their heads to allow for clearer vision. The first Nexim sounded a wolf whistle. "Nice shot, Cyrus.", she said and crouched down to examine the bloody mess that used to be the stranger's head. The sand was of a dark red where the corpse had fallen to the ground. She pulled a knife from her belt and stuck it into the mushy mass on the ground. When she lifted it again, a small, delicate-looking gadget hung from a thin cord that entangled the blade.
Cyrus scratched his neck and frowned. "I never thought we were gonna get this one. He was quick. At that distance he could have easily dodged any of my shots..." He gave the bundle, that had fallen to the ground a light kick. "... had he just dropped this." She dropped the gadget and wiped her knife at the dead man's clothing. "Must've been important to him.", she said. The Nexim looked at each other and Cyrus grimaced. "Do I have to?" She smirked and replied: "Yes you do. I'm your superiour after all." She took a few steps to the right and pointed her assault rifle at the bundle in the sand, while Cyrus, sighing, knelt down and slowly stretched out his fingers towards the package. He grabbed a corner of the cloth and pulled it away, carefully. When they saw what was wrapped up there, neither of the two Nexim could hold back a gasp. She lowered her weapon and spat out in disgust. "Now they're killing our children! They always keep sinking to new lows. I'm gonna rip...", she began, but was interrupted by Cyrus. "No, no, no, no, no, wait, she's breathing." She raised her weapon again. "She's breathing.", Cyrus repeated, seemingly amazed by the fact. He pulled away more of the cloth and took a closer look at the little girl he had found. She was approximately 7 years old, wore just a thin, beige-coloured shirt and fitting skirt. Her hair was of an unusually bright colour, almost white and Cyrus could see some weird, angular and completely symmetrical lines in her face. He frowned. "She's one of them.", he said and rewrapped the girl in the cloth. The female Nexim lowered her weapon again. "So he was just protecting his young one." She wiped her forehead and sighed. "Well, I'll make them ready for transport, you go and count the corpses in the shack." Cyrus looked up at her and raised an eyebrow. "Corpses?", he said. She nodded and replied: "When he kicked the door in my face, I got a short glimpse of quite a bloodbath in there. I want them counted. Try counting the heads. Might make things easier. "
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Welcome Letter For Out Of Town Guest Examples
Akkordeon
Belated and old ...
Konrad was in a bad mood in the kitchen, absently sipping his morning coffee. " fucking nightmare " he muttered, as he was awakened from a terrible roar that night. He wanted to cool the forehead, but his freezer was on the other side. He also wanted to fill up his coffee-stock, but also the supermarket was unfortunately over. And these were only two reasons for his bad temper. His head ached, because he for the umpteenth time against the " wall " had run. He sighed and took his coffee and his bad temper to the living room, where he had to sleep the last four nights. The couch did not look very inviting, but still better than the bottom. He was aware that he had smelled, but his clothes over there. He ground his teeth and threw on the TV. Duration news on all channels, all with a single theme: The Wall and its consequences. Since was a tragedy happens again. With increasingly bad mood Konrad looked down at a slow-motion recording of an ICE train, which folded at the almost invisible wall like an accordion and, like a stone hits the water, shock waves raced through the wall. Konrad groaned again. How long would it take before the shock waves were here? The damn wall was running through his house. The waves might tear down so all his stall. The last gulp of coffee spilled in his throat. He grimaced. Stale brew. He had the same filter four times already brewed. He dragged back to his bad temper in the kitchen and saw her again in front of him. The Wall. Shimmering, like the air over cars in the blazing sun. Which also had watery, the thing. And yet it was damn adamant. Every day he had gone with his breakfast routine, however. Hard as steel and concrete but not fixed. But it needs a ICE, to get them off balance. Conrad went to the coffee maker, crack cursing the filter out and dumped all the coffee mud in the garbage that no one would pick up. The wall had it pretty much cut off from everything. From the half of his own house, the city, the highway and of course the damned Supermarket. Also from the accursed telephone network. He stared at the wall. He saw where they disintegrated and a piece of his roof where they had practiced on the same floor. His theory was that the wall was actually a disc that had its center in the Earth's core and divided the world into two halves. Actually, it did not care. He wanted this damn part really only be going on. Was not really his idea, but something like an egg-head from the television, which arrived thanks antenna still with him. He had to explain just sat in front of the telly and nodded and " Yes, tell 'but I " muttered, as people who have no idea, do it gladly. He climbed out the window in his smelly clothes and his bad temper in tow. He would try to slip away by car down the road. He felt like an underexposed Lama when he was on his garage under the monstrous wall that probably stretched to the sky, staring. A big metal things sticking out of the ruins of his car and the car shed around it. " FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF " , he did. A fucking wing was this looked like a Boeing. He saw the Road down. There lay the rest of the aircraft and reminded him of the accordion-ICE. Accordion Boeing. So not a dream. Boeing against wall. Wings in the garage. "-FFFFFFFFFFFFUCK! " ended, Konrad its curse. The plane was smoking even cursed. The situation was somewhat reassuring. If a plane sent out by the collision no fatal shock waves, then it probably is not the ICE. Presumably, the aircraft was too high up. The calming effect, however, faded against the burgeoning sense of Conrad's that up there must be a God who is to mankind in general and small homeowner had waived in particular. Konrad kicked the wing and against his Opel, which looked like a flattened ladybug. He kicked his garage, opposite his house, and against the wall. Then he dragged his bad temper a hundred yards down the street and also entered against Boeing. Then he climbed the aircraft, absolutely determined to miss the accordion-pilots also have a slipped off and went instead but still a little on the melted and cooled asphalt under an airplane. Just at that moment he heard a very familiar sound. He knew her from airports when planes landed. Cold Sweat broke out as he scans the sky and quickly find one. A second Boeing, Boeing tried a second accordion-in-waiting at an emergency landing. But it flew straight at the wall. Konrad could do nothing except cursing loudly zurückzuwetzen with his bad temper to his house. He was only twenty yards, when the Boeing struck with a loud crash and the screeching of metal in the wall and turned into a fireball. The walls shook. There were the shock waves. Konrad threw it out of the shoes when they arrived on the ground and broke the wall shaking the earth like a spoiled child, an unpalatable mush. His house could not withstand the. drowned out by the violence of the crash and the mice anger, it flew apart completely silent and overwhelmed with Konrad wood and small Zementbröckchen. Konrad picked herself up again, staggered over the undulation in the earth and came to meet his TV. He joined the unfaithful telly and was overturned by a recent concussion. The Boeing Roebert in about fifty yards past him and singed his hair. He screamed, rolled together, just wanted to wake up from this nightmare yet. The God of hatred for small home owners laughed and threw dirty Konrad another lump of cement to the head.
When he came to himself, Konrad was believed to have been knocked out for hours. A quick glance at the clock it was clear that there were more minutes. Reluctantly, he looked around. He was in his house. Similarly, the forest was in a kilometer away at his home, he painted himself. Now here were already two accordion-Boeing. His stomach sank him down. All the passengers. " shit ..." , he could only whisper. His legs were wobbly. He had blood in his eye, but he is not wiped away. He has looked at the torn earth, the wound of his home planet, the attacks on so horribly, was from whom. What could now break even? As if on cue itself known to the power pole that had been taken from the right wing and snapped off the last plane with metallic tubes. Konrad threw up noisily on the floor zerpflügten while the mast struck the wall. A cable fell into the shimmering monstrosity and provoked them to revolt again. Again, a shock wave went through the wall.
After Konrad dug himself and his bad temper free had, he stared at the wall. As had done something that he had in the four days not seen before. She had opened a little. There clearly was a hole, the air distorted trappings and particularly the light most curved. He thought now after not more. Everything in his head screamed now " supermarket " and he ran on jelly legs through the hole. Later he would television. An egghead would explain that the wall is sensitive to large currents react and he would nod and say: " Say ' But I . " There he stood beyond the wall. Loved the city. It looked like he had it in mind. Only sharp again. They seemed almost unreal, so used, he had in the four days of the distorted image. But still it was here. There it was suddenly before him. He felt the trailer for Transformers recalls, for about as cluttered and ridiculous over mechanized had the machine that stood between him and his supermarket. Looked like plastic. Conrad died in a bad mood and made fear and curiosity about space. " it you? " he asked with a trembling voice as he pointed to the wall. The engine roared, and then said something: " No, shit damn. No, I was not. Hear now finally on to make me responsible for manure. Where the hell come from? Are you here her gone? "
" The aliens have ' anomaly ' , as they call them, analyzed, and no solution for the problem found. " snarled, the newscaster, " The current sensitivity of wall was used to transport routes to reopen. The ground-and sea transport is still limited extent, but flights are at present no problem. The aliens have also this morning at 9 clock all the people who had evacuated from areas near the wall are transported back to their old homes. You are now in treatment by more than 100,000 psychologists from around the world. The effects of the wall on the climate is not always accurate explored and so are not reliable weather forecasts possible.
The American president has now linked by 15 clock as the third head of state diplomatic relations with the visitors from outer space. Again, however, the Kausianer said very clearly that the exchange of technology is not allowed. " Konrad nodded with a smile on your face. " Have I told you. " he said.
Monday, December 28, 2009
Bow And Arrow Balloon Old Game
Celestial Light
I could not just leave well enough alone.
They lead me down the hallway. Mint-green. I know that I am sick, but the walls here make me feel like it too. They take me to a door, one of many, at least 10 in this corridor alone. The tall man with the patient smile and the clean, white clothes unlocks it. He has a whole lot of keys there. I smile at the bright colours but only shortly because the green reminds me of my problems. I wasn't even aware I had problems until this morning.
Behind the door is a white room. I smile again. White, not sickly-green, and such a radiant white, at that. "What a pleasant colour-scheme.", I remark. The tall man smiles at me like I tend to smile at my mother. She is a bit confused. Old age tends to do that to you, I guess. I hope she isn't worrying too much. The tall man also nods and replies: "We renovated the whole wing just three weeks ago. Please don't make us do that all over again." He laughs. I laugh. "Don't worry. I like white.", I say. He gives me a pat on my back and leaves the room. "Dinner at 7. Don't forget it.", he says before closing th door behind him.
I feel welcome here. Smiling I sit down on the white bed and look at the white walls. Such a pure white... I have no window but a neon-lamp provides white light. It's so nice. So nice.
Three days later and I'm worried. The doctor said I seem to be doing ok so far, but we'd have to see how it develops over time. I haven't told him about the white. I prefer the green in the corridors now. But I'm not allowed to sleep in the corridors, so I'm confined to my room at night. I don't dare to switch off the lights, because in the darkness, the void looms. So I sit in my bed and stare at the walls, the obscenely white walls.
I fell prey to one of the oldest fallacies known to man. I saw the white as the opposite of black, the opposite of the void must be good, right? False. Lies. Fallacy.
Your enemy's enemy is, after all just your enemy's enemy. Nothing more, nothing less. And the white burns the remnants of my sanity.
I could not just leave well enough alone.
They lead me down the hallway. Mint-green. I know that I am sick, but the walls here make me feel like it too. They take me to a door, one of many, at least 10 in this corridor alone. The tall man with the patient smile and the clean, white clothes unlocks it. He has a whole lot of keys there. I smile at the bright colours but only shortly because the green reminds me of my problems. I wasn't even aware I had problems until this morning.
Behind the door is a white room. I smile again. White, not sickly-green, and such a radiant white, at that. "What a pleasant colour-scheme.", I remark. The tall man smiles at me like I tend to smile at my mother. She is a bit confused. Old age tends to do that to you, I guess. I hope she isn't worrying too much. The tall man also nods and replies: "We renovated the whole wing just three weeks ago. Please don't make us do that all over again." He laughs. I laugh. "Don't worry. I like white.", I say. He gives me a pat on my back and leaves the room. "Dinner at 7. Don't forget it.", he says before closing th door behind him.
I feel welcome here. Smiling I sit down on the white bed and look at the white walls. Such a pure white... I have no window but a neon-lamp provides white light. It's so nice. So nice.
Three days later and I'm worried. The doctor said I seem to be doing ok so far, but we'd have to see how it develops over time. I haven't told him about the white. I prefer the green in the corridors now. But I'm not allowed to sleep in the corridors, so I'm confined to my room at night. I don't dare to switch off the lights, because in the darkness, the void looms. So I sit in my bed and stare at the walls, the obscenely white walls.
I fell prey to one of the oldest fallacies known to man. I saw the white as the opposite of black, the opposite of the void must be good, right? False. Lies. Fallacy.
Your enemy's enemy is, after all just your enemy's enemy. Nothing more, nothing less. And the white burns the remnants of my sanity.
Sunday, December 27, 2009
What Happens When You Go Off Resperidone
Dream of the Void
Short and kinda pointless, but eh.
This is not good. Things have changed since yesterday. My breakfast showed me, oddly enough. Yesterday everything was normal, as far as I can tell. I went to work as usual, had lunch, returned home after work, had dinner, watched a good movie and went to bed. That's when it started, I guess, but frankly I can't be sure. How could I be sure? Makes sense though, in a way.
I had a dream. That's it. A scary one. A nightmare, you could say. I was in this dark void. That sounds weird, I guess. Let me put it this way: Imagine you're standing in the countryside under a starlit sky. Now imagine, there is no grass, no soil, no trees, no horizon at the edge. Imagine, there is no planet earth. Imagine there is no moon and imagine that there are no stars, no galaxies, no astral lights at all. Now what is left with everything visible gone? I'll tell you: What's left is what really counts. The void. The black space between the stars that stares down at us and never really matters to us, because we're distracted by all the lights and the planet under our feet. The void is always there. And... believe it or not, it's bigger than all the distracting stuff combined.
That is what I saw in my dream and it scared me.
Now I'm having breakfast and I know that this dream will not leave me for a while. I sit there, shivering. I looked into my cup. I never drink my coffee with milk or sugar. That kind of stuff messes up the taste for me. I prefer it black or used to at least, because now I'm changing my mind. I looked into the cup and saw the black liquid. The darkness, the void, handy in a coffee mug. For a few seconds I was sure I was looking at the void for aeons. Now I'm shivering. Even though my legs are covered in boiling coffee. And my favourite cup is in pieces.
Short and kinda pointless, but eh.
This is not good. Things have changed since yesterday. My breakfast showed me, oddly enough. Yesterday everything was normal, as far as I can tell. I went to work as usual, had lunch, returned home after work, had dinner, watched a good movie and went to bed. That's when it started, I guess, but frankly I can't be sure. How could I be sure? Makes sense though, in a way.
I had a dream. That's it. A scary one. A nightmare, you could say. I was in this dark void. That sounds weird, I guess. Let me put it this way: Imagine you're standing in the countryside under a starlit sky. Now imagine, there is no grass, no soil, no trees, no horizon at the edge. Imagine, there is no planet earth. Imagine there is no moon and imagine that there are no stars, no galaxies, no astral lights at all. Now what is left with everything visible gone? I'll tell you: What's left is what really counts. The void. The black space between the stars that stares down at us and never really matters to us, because we're distracted by all the lights and the planet under our feet. The void is always there. And... believe it or not, it's bigger than all the distracting stuff combined.
That is what I saw in my dream and it scared me.
Now I'm having breakfast and I know that this dream will not leave me for a while. I sit there, shivering. I looked into my cup. I never drink my coffee with milk or sugar. That kind of stuff messes up the taste for me. I prefer it black or used to at least, because now I'm changing my mind. I looked into the cup and saw the black liquid. The darkness, the void, handy in a coffee mug. For a few seconds I was sure I was looking at the void for aeons. Now I'm shivering. Even though my legs are covered in boiling coffee. And my favourite cup is in pieces.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Stomach Flu And Red Rash
[Return] Chapter 04 Rack, dog and man
The master meaning an end to Wolf, he might come along. Without a word he gave Wolf a small matter in hand and lit him on the steep wooden stairs to the balcony where a dog waiting for her.
"cookie"
The mountain dog ran to them, then he stood still on the master. There were two cash points above his eyes. Waiting here with biscuit. The Master said, then he just disappeared.
"cookie."
Wolf burned to the dog. The mountain dog looked very smart and sensitive, even clever.
"What do we look for?"
biscuit yelped softly.
Then he falls something a. The thing in his hand. He opened his teeth and saw a gray figure one lay there. A tooth of a predator, a cat, wahrscheinlich.Wolf has no idea who was its owner.
He set on the ground. Everything is strangely still. Since he was already asleep.
---- woke up a song for him.
Wolf sat up and froze in terror.
It was already dark. There was a mixture of five aircraft and spacecraft taxi drive from his eyes. Three men and their motion block it, and her song was so horrible and funny girlish gei that a zombie would run away from them.
"Who are you? "Wolf asked concern.
"The thing you're missing now." The driver entgegnte seriously. But it could not agree with the others.
"---- What? You do not know, baby? "The man said vernüngend pillory with clothing.
"---- We go to a concert, "the man ergränzte lively with green clothes," We are in fact the most favorite singer! "
"---- But we are prosecuted for this altmodernen taxi drivers and its boring. " The man with purple-colored clothing complained.
"---- then supported aud from an alien planet. "
"---- Where an elegant princess is also tracked and murder is threatened."
"---- If their BH has forgotten, and used on this their minister bra. "
"---- Then we travel together."
"---- silly! Do not run away, go away, but "
"---- fool! That is to flee. "
"---- Exactly. Escape, with a time machine. "
"---- Except me. Only four of you. "Lila said, shrugging color, the other nodded simultaneously.
"---- Exactly. Then we flee eitaltern by many "
"---- And there experience."
"Absurd And did." The driver whispered boldly.
"---- But eventually marry you and the princess. "
" Finally. "
"---- Yes. At the end of our journey. "
"---- And we are even more popular than before. "
"---- and happy life together forever."
They stopped. Anyone who inkluziv driver stared at Wolf, who was quite stunned and did not know what to say. Finally he asked anxiously,
"---- And? "
"---- And we pass by and give you this" Suddenly, the orange man is old and serious. He gave Wolf a chat a little thing.
A chocolate. He saw himself.
"A Astarlavista, Baby!" Three M Software Foundation sang cheerfully. Their strange taxi disappeared to. All was quiet again. Quiet and dark.
What have I seen.
Suddenly a strong wind swept here. The mountain dog howled with him. A large green plain was of Wolf's eyes. Then, at no time to react, he heard the sound. The sound of the horn of the knight through the whole level. As well known as brave and difficult.
It will soon be dark. But stars always flicker. The hope never goes out. No day.
Wolf has heard of this message, first from his teacher, jeztz of this sound.
He filled some liquid Thing fell on his hand, wet the tooth. This is his own tears. Salt water.
"What did you see." The Master asked sanftig.
"My teacher's home country."
Certainly. The teacher has learned what he read and write, a night in a small boat his home has told. After his description there was a country of everything beautiful in summer, when flowers with golden and gorgeous white flowers. Wolf had raved about it wistfully, as he was a little kid. Before he left the coast, the wind and wave of the gray sea saw.
"How do you do that? Where are these men? "He whispered, musing.
The Master did not answer him, he said, "Let's go into the house. Wolf. You got chocolate? Very good. "
The master meaning an end to Wolf, he might come along. Without a word he gave Wolf a small matter in hand and lit him on the steep wooden stairs to the balcony where a dog waiting for her.
"cookie"
The mountain dog ran to them, then he stood still on the master. There were two cash points above his eyes. Waiting here with biscuit. The Master said, then he just disappeared.
"cookie."
Wolf burned to the dog. The mountain dog looked very smart and sensitive, even clever.
"What do we look for?"
biscuit yelped softly.
Then he falls something a. The thing in his hand. He opened his teeth and saw a gray figure one lay there. A tooth of a predator, a cat, wahrscheinlich.Wolf has no idea who was its owner.
He set on the ground. Everything is strangely still. Since he was already asleep.
---- woke up a song for him.
Wolf sat up and froze in terror.
It was already dark. There was a mixture of five aircraft and spacecraft taxi drive from his eyes. Three men and their motion block it, and her song was so horrible and funny girlish gei that a zombie would run away from them.
"Who are you? "Wolf asked concern.
"The thing you're missing now." The driver entgegnte seriously. But it could not agree with the others.
"---- What? You do not know, baby? "The man said vernüngend pillory with clothing.
"---- We go to a concert, "the man ergränzte lively with green clothes," We are in fact the most favorite singer! "
"---- But we are prosecuted for this altmodernen taxi drivers and its boring. " The man with purple-colored clothing complained.
"---- then supported aud from an alien planet. "
"---- Where an elegant princess is also tracked and murder is threatened."
"---- If their BH has forgotten, and used on this their minister bra. "
"---- Then we travel together."
"---- silly! Do not run away, go away, but "
"---- fool! That is to flee. "
"---- Exactly. Escape, with a time machine. "
"---- Except me. Only four of you. "Lila said, shrugging color, the other nodded simultaneously.
"---- Exactly. Then we flee eitaltern by many "
"---- And there experience."
"Absurd And did." The driver whispered boldly.
"---- But eventually marry you and the princess. "
" Finally. "
"---- Yes. At the end of our journey. "
"---- And we are even more popular than before. "
"---- and happy life together forever."
They stopped. Anyone who inkluziv driver stared at Wolf, who was quite stunned and did not know what to say. Finally he asked anxiously,
"---- And? "
"---- And we pass by and give you this" Suddenly, the orange man is old and serious. He gave Wolf a chat a little thing.
A chocolate. He saw himself.
"A Astarlavista, Baby!" Three M Software Foundation sang cheerfully. Their strange taxi disappeared to. All was quiet again. Quiet and dark.
What have I seen.
Suddenly a strong wind swept here. The mountain dog howled with him. A large green plain was of Wolf's eyes. Then, at no time to react, he heard the sound. The sound of the horn of the knight through the whole level. As well known as brave and difficult.
It will soon be dark. But stars always flicker. The hope never goes out. No day.
Wolf has heard of this message, first from his teacher, jeztz of this sound.
He filled some liquid Thing fell on his hand, wet the tooth. This is his own tears. Salt water.
"What did you see." The Master asked sanftig.
"My teacher's home country."
Certainly. The teacher has learned what he read and write, a night in a small boat his home has told. After his description there was a country of everything beautiful in summer, when flowers with golden and gorgeous white flowers. Wolf had raved about it wistfully, as he was a little kid. Before he left the coast, the wind and wave of the gray sea saw.
"How do you do that? Where are these men? "He whispered, musing.
The Master did not answer him, he said, "Let's go into the house. Wolf. You got chocolate? Very good. "
Monday, November 16, 2009
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:: X-mas escape krakow 2009::
antifascist cuddle presents:
:: x-mas escape krakow 2009::
who until now still asks with gray, where he / she will spend the Christmas holidays
- of 24 - 26.12. place in krakow
the first 'x-mas escape' - instead of demanding to meet with anti-Fascist
. all actions intended to achieve the purpose of a relaxing
meeting of Polish and German anti-fascists.
during the 3 days is the possibility of German / English
guided tour through the former Jewish ghetto and the Podgorze
socialist model city of Nowa Huta. On request we can also
an excursion to the nearby Auschwitz / Birkenau take
.
the lodging takes place in the 'Travellers Inn Hostel' krakow (www.travellersinn.pl).
the award for the 3 nights including breakfast, internet,
be borrowed bike hostel, VoKü and 'off-track walking tour'
is 25 €.
the journey is individual and can now in a very short time
be overcome, as the highway from krakow now
is continuously connected to the A4 motorway in Germany.
we hope to see ...
interest in reports of you ostblokk@gmail.com
antifascist cuddle presents:
:: x-mas escape krakow 2009::
who until now still asks with gray, where he / she will spend the Christmas holidays
- of 24 - 26.12. place in krakow
the first 'x-mas escape' - instead of demanding to meet with anti-Fascist
. all actions intended to achieve the purpose of a relaxing
meeting of Polish and German anti-fascists.
during the 3 days is the possibility of German / English
guided tour through the former Jewish ghetto and the Podgorze
socialist model city of Nowa Huta. On request we can also
an excursion to the nearby Auschwitz / Birkenau take
.
the lodging takes place in the 'Travellers Inn Hostel' krakow (www.travellersinn.pl).
the award for the 3 nights including breakfast, internet,
be borrowed bike hostel, VoKü and 'off-track walking tour'
is 25 €.
the journey is individual and can now in a very short time
be overcome, as the highway from krakow now
is continuously connected to the A4 motorway in Germany.
we hope to see ...
interest in reports of you ostblokk@gmail.com
Saturday, November 14, 2009
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Warsaw. Hundreds march against Nazi anti-fascists and police terror
As announced at about 2 weeks ago de.indymedia, took place on 11
November in Warsaw, a Nazi rally instead. However, anti-fascist
not without strong resistance.
to the notified route to the Nazi anti-fascist rally
have attended about 400 people. This is not a little when one considers that it
was very cold and was raining heavily. The rally was about to
the half distance of the Nazi march on ulica Swietokrzyska so
about 2km from the kick-off rally. But already about 500m from the Nazi meeting place, on the
ulica Senatorska, ca.120-150 militant anti-fascists have blocked the whole road
. The blockade was immediately attacked by police, was
but at least 15 minutes on hold. There were some violent clashes
. The police went to the Antifas
wrong with truncheons and tear gas
. On this block, 8 anti-fascists arrested.
During the conflict is then the information came through that the Nazi
march in another direction had to be diverted. Antifas
from the "ulica
Senatorska blockade" and "ulica Swietokrzyska rally"
tried to reorganize themselves spontaneously and is further coordinated actions to
turn lay the new Nazi-route.
It was not easy, as the police chased across the center
Antifas. In a number of parks, roads and intersections have occurred
clashes between anti-fascists and cops. At various places
2 more people were arrested. Nevertheless, it has succeeded
another short block to the ulica Nowy Swiat, build in front of the front-Nazi
Transpi. This was dissolved by Cos, uniformed cops and some
Nazis together. Here also a
other person was arrested.
Furthermore, it was a huge anti-fascist Transpi on the Nazi route
hang out in one house. Just before the Nazi final rally
the Antifas have reported back again, but were brutally
of bulls, mainly Zivis attacked. 3 other people
were arrested.
attempt a summary
The Nazis marched
400-500 Nazis from several Polish cities.
their announcements in the run, because of national breakthrough and so were pure propaganda
rubbish. Nevertheless, they were quite numerous, loud and
strong, and it is internally managed by Warsaw to march next to the ruins of the Jewish ghettos
.
Anti-Fascist Resistance
The actions have taken part in anti-fascists from all over Poland, 300-350
have prepared for direct action and blockades and
performed, a further 400 took part in the rally declared. There were two
blockades and several small actions. Additionally
complain that the Nazis were attacked at least 30-40 of them, before and after the parade
.
Antifas 14 were arrested, 7 of which declared innocent
. The remaining seven are accused of "active attack on
police officers." This
but were released after about 30-40 hours of first release. Polish Antifa
groups a positive balance due to the success
decentralized actions and because the Nazis change their route, but had
also because of good communication and strong solidarity among the
anti-fascists from all the country, the acts so far very rarely together
have.
However, it is the same time stresses that prevent the deployment complete
could have been, if a few hundred people would have more actively participated
.
But actually already on site all the existing anti-fascist groups
were present, which means to be stepped up to that following the Nazi marches
anti-fascist movement and / or previously
a cross-border cooperation should be strengthened. At the Warsaw
actions also about 10 anti-fascists from Berlin participated.
police
made great efforts to intimidate and obstruct Antifas
before they were able to come even close to the Nazis. On the
Bull guards have several police officers voiced racist,
some even compared to the
Antifas, mentioned that they had used them in
Nazi organizations active
and still sympathize with them.
anti-repression work
All those arrested are first released. There are, however, follow processes.
The anti-repression work out very aggressively and professionally.
It can happen, however, that international financial support will be needed
. It will mainly go to legal fees.
Stay alert to the anti-fascist messages from Warsaw
and be in solidarity.
of
Bolek, Tola and Lolek ... remain forever Antifa
anarchist media
http://cia.bzzz.net/demonstracja_antyfaszystowska_w_warszawie_relacja_na_zywo
commercial media
- Hide quoted text -
http://www.tvn24.pl/-1, 1628229,0,1, anarchisci-swietowali-_-pobili-it-z-w Warszawie Policja, wiadomosc.html
http://www.dziennik.pl/wydarzenia/article479957/Zamieszki_w_Warszawie_na_11_listopada.html
http://wiadomosci.gazeta.pl/Wiadomosci/1,80273,7243559,Ruszyl_pochod_ONR___Precz_z_brukselska_okupacja_.html
http://www.tvnwarszawa.pl/-1,1628204,0,,starcie_z_anarchistami_policja_uzyla_gazu,wiadomosc.html
http://www.tvn24.pl/12690,1628212,0,1,warszawa-bombowe-zamieszanie,wiadomosc.html
http://www.polskieradio.pl/wiadomosci/kraj/artykul121151.html
http://www.tvn24.pl/fakty.html
http://www.dziennik.pl/wydarzenia/article479957/Zamieszki_w_Warszawie_na_11_listopada.html
http://miasta.gazeta.pl/warszawa/1,95190,7243559,Pochod_narodowcow__znow_starcia_z_anarchistami.html
http://miasta.gazeta.pl/warszawa/1,95192,7250239,Antyfaszysci__to_sa_represje.html
As announced at about 2 weeks ago de.indymedia, took place on 11
November in Warsaw, a Nazi rally instead. However, anti-fascist
not without strong resistance.
to the notified route to the Nazi anti-fascist rally
have attended about 400 people. This is not a little when one considers that it
was very cold and was raining heavily. The rally was about to
the half distance of the Nazi march on ulica Swietokrzyska so
about 2km from the kick-off rally. But already about 500m from the Nazi meeting place, on the
ulica Senatorska, ca.120-150 militant anti-fascists have blocked the whole road
. The blockade was immediately attacked by police, was
but at least 15 minutes on hold. There were some violent clashes
. The police went to the Antifas
wrong with truncheons and tear gas
. On this block, 8 anti-fascists arrested.
During the conflict is then the information came through that the Nazi
march in another direction had to be diverted. Antifas
from the "ulica
Senatorska blockade" and "ulica Swietokrzyska rally"
tried to reorganize themselves spontaneously and is further coordinated actions to
turn lay the new Nazi-route.
It was not easy, as the police chased across the center
Antifas. In a number of parks, roads and intersections have occurred
clashes between anti-fascists and cops. At various places
2 more people were arrested. Nevertheless, it has succeeded
another short block to the ulica Nowy Swiat, build in front of the front-Nazi
Transpi. This was dissolved by Cos, uniformed cops and some
Nazis together. Here also a
other person was arrested.
Furthermore, it was a huge anti-fascist Transpi on the Nazi route
hang out in one house. Just before the Nazi final rally
the Antifas have reported back again, but were brutally
of bulls, mainly Zivis attacked. 3 other people
were arrested.
attempt a summary
The Nazis marched
400-500 Nazis from several Polish cities.
their announcements in the run, because of national breakthrough and so were pure propaganda
rubbish. Nevertheless, they were quite numerous, loud and
strong, and it is internally managed by Warsaw to march next to the ruins of the Jewish ghettos
.
Anti-Fascist Resistance
The actions have taken part in anti-fascists from all over Poland, 300-350
have prepared for direct action and blockades and
performed, a further 400 took part in the rally declared. There were two
blockades and several small actions. Additionally
complain that the Nazis were attacked at least 30-40 of them, before and after the parade
.
Antifas 14 were arrested, 7 of which declared innocent
. The remaining seven are accused of "active attack on
police officers." This
but were released after about 30-40 hours of first release. Polish Antifa
groups a positive balance due to the success
decentralized actions and because the Nazis change their route, but had
also because of good communication and strong solidarity among the
anti-fascists from all the country, the acts so far very rarely together
have.
However, it is the same time stresses that prevent the deployment complete
could have been, if a few hundred people would have more actively participated
.
But actually already on site all the existing anti-fascist groups
were present, which means to be stepped up to that following the Nazi marches
anti-fascist movement and / or previously
a cross-border cooperation should be strengthened. At the Warsaw
actions also about 10 anti-fascists from Berlin participated.
police
made great efforts to intimidate and obstruct Antifas
before they were able to come even close to the Nazis. On the
Bull guards have several police officers voiced racist,
some even compared to the
Antifas, mentioned that they had used them in
Nazi organizations active
and still sympathize with them.
anti-repression work
All those arrested are first released. There are, however, follow processes.
The anti-repression work out very aggressively and professionally.
It can happen, however, that international financial support will be needed
. It will mainly go to legal fees.
Stay alert to the anti-fascist messages from Warsaw
and be in solidarity.
of
Bolek, Tola and Lolek ... remain forever Antifa
anarchist media
http://cia.bzzz.net/demonstracja_antyfaszystowska_w_warszawie_relacja_na_zywo
commercial media
- Hide quoted text -
http://www.tvn24.pl/-1, 1628229,0,1, anarchisci-swietowali-_-pobili-it-z-w Warszawie Policja, wiadomosc.html
http://www.dziennik.pl/wydarzenia/article479957/Zamieszki_w_Warszawie_na_11_listopada.html
http://wiadomosci.gazeta.pl/Wiadomosci/1,80273,7243559,Ruszyl_pochod_ONR___Precz_z_brukselska_okupacja_.html
http://www.tvnwarszawa.pl/-1,1628204,0,,starcie_z_anarchistami_policja_uzyla_gazu,wiadomosc.html
http://www.tvn24.pl/12690,1628212,0,1,warszawa-bombowe-zamieszanie,wiadomosc.html
http://www.polskieradio.pl/wiadomosci/kraj/artykul121151.html
http://www.tvn24.pl/fakty.html
http://www.dziennik.pl/wydarzenia/article479957/Zamieszki_w_Warszawie_na_11_listopada.html
http://miasta.gazeta.pl/warszawa/1,95190,7243559,Pochod_narodowcow__znow_starcia_z_anarchistami.html
http://miasta.gazeta.pl/warszawa/1,95192,7250239,Antyfaszysci__to_sa_represje.html
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Do You Have To Have A Boat Licence For A Canoae
[Return] Chapter 03 ears
When I was six years old, no longer see me," said the champion. I have lost the property without cause. It just paasiert. Then every day I spent at home doing nothing. I was bored to death. My mother told me stories of B ü Chern every night. I have good memories and never forget that story. When my hectic life ELTENS went, did not have time and energy to take care of my history k ü , I told them stories.
Pointless and worthless. Likely, you might
The master beating his head.
children never despair.
One day, began B ü Cher, to talk to me. I found out when I touch the mud of a book, I can hear his story. More specifically, it is singing his own history and even the history of its owner. My mother told that story to be told. If the demand is not erf ü be filled, w ü Earths B ü tell Cher herself.
the time I was just a listener. Many children wanted to play with me, even some big people wanted to talk to me. My father told me that I should decide to teachers. But I do not like it.
A smile danced on his lips.
What are missing the big people are not a teacher to tell all but a few ears.
On this reason I have chosen a different profession.
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[Return] Chapter 02 The Master and the mill
"There ü not at all immortal existence. This is a gift. "The Master of the M ü klopte select the table. Protested r not. Anyway he was not he himself, he was already dead, right? Silence did not cost anything.
The man was holding a candle in his hand. He looked at him in silence, then stuck out his chin and said, "I am the master of the storyteller. You can stay with me and hear everything I need one. You like it? "
" I do, "he heard his answer. His voice sounded strange when she was not even him.
"And what shall I tell you? The story-or anything else? "Asked the master.
"The other also." He said.
The man smiled, then they throw up their hands.
said "Welcome to ü ck ', the master," Wolf Larsen. "
Why "back"?
The Wolf did not, but he did not ask.
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[Return] Chapter 01 Death Wolf
It was in the period between the autumn and winter. He was half a body's death on the stand at that time. He was a captain, one of the strongest cooling sea lions with blood. He had Booked a chimney, which had been the most dangerous mind. But then he had already lost everything, aud the sand dominant, not his books, his enemies, his so-called friend or a toy, who had built up.
He had many dreams. Most of them had his operation unit. It looks, he thought, as my life is finally ganes to end. Then I'll probably understand what is immortal.
Or what is inevitable. He thought.
The dark red sky was dark. The sun went down.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
happened a month.
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About About
The story I named [return] (- means the road lead to home, a way to return) should be a fanfic of Jack London's Seawolf, or, a fanfic of its German film, The Sea Wolf. That time I intent to write this down, for I did enjoy the first part of the film, and its second part sucks. I did expect a kind of end like it in Wolfsblut. In some part of my twist mind, Wolf Larsen and Wolfsblut share the same soul.
So I began. And the story itself changed as I wrote. I spent 24 weeks in Germany, last year, and the things made me were packed into this story, too. When I wrote it, I use Der kleine Prinz as the skelet for the chapter 1 and Krabat for the next chapter,usw. usw. At last it turned to be a original story whose main character named Wolf Larsen, no longer a fanfic. And it is dear to me now, although my German is poor, for without it, I am less than I was.
Friday, October 16, 2009
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return here, about me
First, if you can read Chinese, please go there http://yukisirius.ycool.com . For I am not a native writer and Chinese is my mother tongue. And most of my stuff- I want it to be see, or not, is in there. So, if you are a Chinese as me, and, if you have same interest with me, come on in. There will be a surprise. A good one.
Then~~~Let me see, now we are here.
Chinese is my mother language. English is my inner life. Well. Though most of time I am only glooming in others fanfictions. First time I wrote down something, is in the beginning of this year, in China, which seems now a life time ago. And I try very hard not to count the days -- whatever. When I write stuff, most of time, there's no intend to tell a story ,but to warm myself in bed, to make a kind of Pj like Yeats said, for me , or even, for my friends, and for those more-than-friend. Most stories I' ve already write (or plot, to be a precise word), is about Skygazer and Ranger , and fanfics of HP Snape/Black-- they are locked and private, for I write it only for one of my friend, and a strange story named Rueckkehr, in German. So if you are interest in them, come and enjoy.
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