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.
Mom's FavoriteMy sister was always Mom’s favorite. No matter what I did, she would always praise her over me. When I would climb a tree, my sister would climb a bigger tree, when I made breakfast, she made dinner and a fantasy dessert. It’s always been a competition. Mother’s Day was coming up and I wanted to get Mom something extra special. I planned the day to a tee and decided to make Mom the greatest dinner she ever had and give her the best gift I could ever give her. I went out to Framer’s Market and bought the freshest vegetables and spices, then I went to the import store bough the most expensive bottle of red wine I could. It was a special occasion after all. Early the next morning, I started cooking. I chopped the veggies and placed them in the water. I let it simmer and boil as I seared the meat on the stove. Then I deglazed the pan with the wine and placed everything into the crock-pot and let it cook all day. While that happened, I started to carefully wrap Mom
I Dalton - A scuola... di guai!Era una fredda mattina d’inverno. La neve cadeva in grossi fiocchi dal cielo grigio, e il vento piegava le fronde degli alberi.
Nicoletta entrò a scuola, seguita dai suoi fratelli.
disse la ragazza, tenendo aperta la porta in modo che anche loro potessero entrare.
esclamò William, con un brivido.
si lamentò Averell, osservando i suoi vestiti, bagnati a causa della neve che vi si era sciolta sopra.
sentenziò Joe, e i quattro fratelli si cambiarono.
esclamò William, e porse alla sorellina una delle uniformi di Jack.
sorrise la ragazza, abbracciando Jack e William Corse nel bagno e ne uscì un attimo dopo, indossando una maglia a righe gialle e nere, ed un paio di pantaloni gialli.
sorrise. Corse lungo il corridoio, seguita dai suoi fratelli.
rise lei, correndo verso le scale.
Si sedette sul corrimano di metallo, e si lasciò scivolare giù.
Joe, Jack, Wi
Nana's General Advice on Drawing
A lot of people here on DA and in real life have been asking me, "Nana, how did you get this good at drawing?" or "How do you color like this, Nana?" It's been happening for a while now, so I've decided to share some general advice when it comes to drawing and stuff. I do both traditional art and digital art, but I'll lean more onto the traditional art stuff for now. I'll still talk about digital art and all that jazz though~
I. Practice every day, or when you have the chance. It helps a lot in the future.
Say that you've done your homework or chores, but have nothing to do. When that time comes, break out some white paper and start doodling stuff. When you have nothing to do in class, doodle in your notebook. Heck, I draw when I'm in the bus. I even draw when I'm sitting alone during lunch. Draw whenever you can, and practice every day.
II. Don't use just one color to color in an area of a drawing! That's bad for your (and my own) health!
UntitledAround my thirteenth birthday my at the time single father, got remarried to a woman named Amanda. I never really liked Amanda, but she did have a daughter who quickly became my best friend. Her daughters name was Charlotte, and when i saw Charlotte for the first time i think my heart skipped a beat, pale smooth and flawless skin, long silky black hair, and beautiful emerald green eyes. (not to mention how nice her boobs and butt were, like damn, you're fifteen, you're not allowed to be that hot.). Charlotte was always very nice and caring, and turned out to be a great step-sister.
Now, my dad was in the military so he wasn't home, A LOT. So most of the time Amanda looked after Charlotte and I. You see, the point of the story is, that Amanda had very strict rules, (that i often broke). And Amanda believed in child punishment without harming her children. You can guess where this is going. So yeah, Amanda had a set of dual sto
.:Sto procent mozgu:. - "Według teorii strun poruszamy się w świecie, który przenika co najmniej 10 wymiarów.
Cztery z nich są dla nas obserwowalne. Pierwsze trzy tworzą siatkę, w której żyjemy i nadają wszystkiemu wymiary: wysokość, szerokość i głębokość, natomiast czwartym wymiarem jest czas. Teorie superstrun zakładają istnienie aż 10 wymiarów lub 11 (gdyby wliczyć zerowy wymiar, którym jest kropka kwantowa).
Fizyka kwantowa opisuje dokładnie pozostałe wymiary. Piąty wymiar można sobie wyobrazić jako rozgałęzienia na osi czasu, która przedstawia czwarty wymiar. Tak więc, piąty wymiar to nasze możliwości wyboru ścieżki życiowej. Szósty wymiar tworzą możliwe równoległe światy, czyli światy w których powstały zupełnie inne piąte wymiary ni
Cry X Ib: Part 2The brunette pair wandered through the gallery, searching through obstacles and puzzles of all kinds. Through darkness, paintings, monsters, and more, they kept walking.
Ib wondered endlessly about the Tall male as they searched for Garry. Why did he wear a mask? Wear did he come from? Was Cry his real name? She thought about it.
"Hey kid, you ok?"
Ib looked up, realizing she was daydreaming. "Huh? Oh...yeah.And I'm not a kid. I'm 17"
Cry's head tilted. "You sure? You looked like you were lost in thought."
"I'm fine. Just thinking about stuff."
"What kind of stuff?"
"That's specific..." He then went quiet.".......... Is it about boobes?"
Ib couldn't help but laugh. "Not a lesbian, thank you!" Cry smiled underneath the mask. "See? I made you laugh! Must not be serious thoughts." Ib rolled her eyes. "Yeah, but only 'cause you have a good sense of humor. Hey...... What's that?"
Ib pointed down a corridor. She could see a very strange silhouette down the hallway.
Cry then turned s
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