Desmume Pokemon Heart Gold Configuration

versera @ 2010-12-06T13: 31:00

What I'm tired of Ineta. Want out, well to work hard physically. Finally, I rested on the construction and heavy physical work. Surprisingly, I was drawn just povkalyvat to exhaustion. Work just Shiftmen or laborer to get tired physically. A year ago, everything was exactly the opposite: the hard physical labor opostylil as hell and wanted to sit in a chair and write to read, just would not tear your ass from a soft seat. How then would have to dilute the other one work, but not very successful . I always rush from one extreme to extreme. And now another trouble with the new year as most people working every day from 8 to 5 five days a week . To be honest, even now the mere thought of it brings to the sadness .... I am so pleased to work in shifts

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versera @ 2010-11-29T15: 04:00

The older becomes more and more clearly understand that the most valuable for us this time. It is being held without paying attention to what we do: a useful thing, or something done unnecessary. And it was quite obvious it moves with every day, every hour, every minute faster and faster. At some point you realize that suddenly again missed something important in their life. What then is no time that he went the wrong way, but it back is no way. And then comes the understanding of the importance of every minute of our lives ... It's a pity That an understanding of all this comes to some as late ...

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whence came the snow?

So, what is not written

not say

Sense-Bird

She can not sit

and trying to inspire you,

She falls in autumn snow

raised thee up under the lights

Where will you stand with a man

Only tight embrace him

It holds you, he will forever

will always be with you

and everywhere.

heard whispers of silence about the miracle

Snow sees us, and we did not

We wandered around a little bit of light

And then fly to Tibet.

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still

night. Dimly lit street - I walk with her dog and think about the yellow, the shade of a tree and a taxi. And who can tell me protevorechit? Time? Him to me anyway (this is his indifference sometimes saddens me). Pupil? He silently obeyed me, like ears and neck and fingers and nose. No, nobody can tell me that I was mad that my dog is no longer with me that the street now too far from me, and the shadow of the tree completely disappeared, along with the tree itself. I see what I see, not what he sees me. In a couple of decades, and wherever I was, and to me no matter what happens, I can always close your eyes and take a walk with his dog.