The Story of IFThe story of IF.
My name is Owen. Ive spent the last seven years working on a new web project called internationalfriend, or IF for short. Internationalfriend is going to be a new global Internet community for people between the ages of 13 and 23.
I started on this project in Holland in 2001. Its the country where I was born and grew up, even though my passport says Im English. My mother had died after a long illness and my father bought me the domain internationalfriend.com thinking that it might provide some distraction from the hard time I was going through. Initially, I had no great plans for the website it was more a sort of entertainment for my friends and me. And, as such, it helped me cope with the loss of my mother. However, we did work out a basic concept of what I wanted to create .
In 2003, my father met a lovely Norwegian woman and the following year we moved to Oslo. For me, this was the best thing that ever happened in my life.
TG Anakin to Queen Amidala (Request)
After being rejected by the Jedi council for apparently being to old to start Jedi padawan training, Anakin was sitting in his room alone. "Maybe Qui-Gon was wrong, I do not feel like very, chosen." Anakin said to himself. While Anakin thought about his whatever role Qui-Gon thought for him, the council had just gotten word that Queen Amidala ship had lost contact on their way to Sabu. The queen supposed to be at the top of a galactic senate. Without her there however, the other races would be in a frenzy and it could spark an uproar. With no other choice, the council came to there only conclusion until they are able to make contact with the queens missing ship.
A few days later, Anakin was called up by the council for a 'special' predicament. Thinking they were going to finally make him Obi-Wans padawan, he went with them to a secret room. "Anakin, listen to me very carefully, this is most important." Obi-Wan said kneeling down. "Your training will have to be put on hold for a while,
Tickle CampSo a couple weekends ago the temple but I work as a volunteer for was going on a retreat. It's basically a two day camp thing. We get students from our temple and a few tables from around the area and we all go spend a weekend together. So I was volunteering to be one of the "counselors".
After a long and drawn out two hour bus ride with a bunch of overly energized 13 and 14-year-olds, we made it to the camp. It was after we got to the camp but I found out that the cabin that I would be in charge of was going to be a boy cabin. (Some guys do end up in girl cabins). Anyway, I met up with the five boys in that would be under my "command". Their names were: Eric, Danny, Josh, Zack, and Alex. They were all 14 except for Danny who is 13. After meeting up we headed to the cabin and set everything up. And after that the Camp manager told us that the original evening plans we're going to be canceled because of weather issues. So instead I sat the five boys down and we all got to know each othe
SpiderwebAt the ceiling a spider slowly spins its web. I like to observe them when they laboriously link individual threads. Sometimes it takes them less time, sometimes all day. And every time they put everything that they know in the act of creation. The end result is very often beautiful.
And often there's someone who, looking with crooked eye on the newly spun cobwebs, destroys it, leaving it tore down. Only fragments remain, or just nothing. But spider is going back and spins its web again, if not in this place, then in another.
I sit and watch this particular spider, which is precisely in the middle of its work. This spider came back several times already. How easy it's to destroy something that is being built for so long. Sometimes, by the actions of others, as in the case of my spider, sometimes alone. It's difficult to create, easier to destroy. But you can't fall to the ground, claiming that it's not worth to rise. You always have to find the strength to rebuild the world.
I am the sp
Pokemon Mystery Dungeon -City of Genova- Chapter 4Pokemon Mystery Dungeon (City of Genova)
Rioku looks at Clefable, both scared and curious about the enemy team. "So, who is this team? And why are they helping Scyther?"
Clefable gets up with a nervous look on his face. He walks towards the window behind him. "Thats the thing… I don't know. I don't know why they want to help him, or how they even know him. But others are saying that he's the one leading the team."
Derrek gets up and transforms into a growlithe. "No worries Guild Master, we'll take care of him and make sure we get him back in prison!"
"Good, I want you guys to bring him back today. You will be rewarded for your actions when you three succeed in your mission. Best of luck to you guys." Clefable said.
As the team leaves the building, Rioku is following Lynda and Derrek, but he is looking down and seems nervous. Derrek turns to him worried if he's afraid or something. "Hey Rioku, you okay bro?"
Rioku looks at Derrek still nervous. "I don't know, its
A Day Job: ProloguePROLOGUE
She had found a shoe from the Old Times once. It was really bizarre, looked strangely delicate, showed too much skin. And had a ridiculously high heel. Judging from the size of it it would appear to be a woman’s shoe, but why would anyone wear it? It looked disturbingly uncomfortable and impossible to walk in. Also, actually it might had been dangerous to wear it, easy to get hurt.
The Old Times seemed to be very hard times to live in, indeed. She smirked at the thought that some preacher would probably scold her for even thinking such heresies. But preachers had no idea how world had worked in the Old Times. Not as if she knew. No one really knew. But she had seen many things from the Old Times, it was her job. Kind of.
The Old Times just seemed to be so complicated. And she had actually heard that back then people couldn’t carry weapons in the open, only because it made others uncomfortable. It didn’t make any sense. Weapons were a reassuring sight,
It appears you don't have PDF support in this web browser. Download PDF