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Once someone told me ``If you keep it in, eventually it will kill you`` This made me think, not at the meaning, but at the fact as a whole. So this bastard of a blog was born from it. I promised in the desciption a story and this is what you`ll get With a great momentum and not so great day, our story starts on valentine`s day. My day of birth and many other people B-day on this planet... My parents told me it was a snowy and hard day, but they were the happiest people, because I was the main rockstar that sang that day, with really powerfull lungs... I must add... With my blue, perfect eyes I .... it gets kinda strange... let`s say this story with my name With a pair of blue perfect eyes Iser (Heh catchy), Iser glanced at the world he was born in, AND you know what the world did to Iser ?.... changed his eyes because he glanced to much, so today Iser is now changing his eyes from green to brown just like that *snap*. Fast forwarding with all the nonsense of a great childhood, and a great family, and a handfull of friends, not too many friends, We see Iser at the top of his mental breakdown...... at 14 y old.. His parents discovered he was such a bright star, and great mind that they pushed him to enter higschool at the age of .....FOUR god dam TEEN years old.... But our little crumble of hope had no problem with this, so he started highschool with a smile , and like every teenager he found depression....... what a surprize... In a hopeless world he was not the spark, this is what he thought about himself. All that made Iser go on was science, art, and of course the weirdest of them all he found Love, in a hopeless place, all this three elements made him a whole and made him remember why life is beautifull and why is there a reason to live. But as we know it by now, Iser is still a teenager, so what he knows, right ?, I mean he thinks life is beautifull.......... that`s a kids story. Iser found the recepy to succes with problems here and there, science was easy, read the book and learn it like it is, art is easy express yourself and to it in a way that everyone can read, view, or hear it, and Love will be the perfect feeling..... so this is what he thinked at the moment... what Iser doesn`t knows is that deep down, in his warm and sometimes cold hearts love is writen by a guy named Fred, in his office right in his hearts in the right atria. The problem is that Fred writes like a blind racoon in a bag punched by sharks with baseball bats and top hats. None could read what his heart was writing, and then one girl showed up........ooooooo.... cute 83......... and she raised her hand and said ``I would love to read your heart``, at least this is what Iser remebers... Little that he knew,... that this girl will soon not only steal his hearth, but also rip it apart. And so it happened on a not so sunny day on valentine`s day just before he left to college, young Iser was shot down like a wabbit on hunting season...with not a sigle repair and no turning back, our dear Iser finished highschool with a blast, with hugs, with friends, with cake.... there was a lot of cake, but not enough to fill his whole in his chest. As weeks passed by and nighmares were starting to crawl in his mind young Iser woke every night looked in the mirror with a scared face, and every night when he woke up he saw how a young foolish child reached to become a somehow whole man. With 2 more pieces left in his life he had to make a decission either science or art, ``were should I go`` he asked, some of his friends said to go left, some right, but at every phrase everyone that Iser asked finished with ``hey, just follow your dreams``....... WHAT A GREAT HELP !!! With a firm hand he opened the door on his left, the door of science and pioneers and engineering........bummer His favorite books were sci-fi, his favourite movie was,will,is star wars, he reapaired cars, motors, toys and electronics since he was 8..... and yes he might broke some... but at least he lost time in this, he knew this was his passion, so ``why not`` he said, he said..... it will be fun ....he said So he completed the form, he got his notepad ready, and our dear wonder kid with a bright smile all the day started college, ``cute girls, great classes, old enough to drive and party all night`` this is what he read from a flyer at the entrance........a very colorfull flyer I must add. Not too long after he entered his first class, he sit down and shake hand with his old friend, DEPRESSION...
That's right. Rabbits need their own thread. Talk about rabbits! ...and hares. Rabbits as pets that is. Please refrain from mentioning them as dinner and lucky objects. Here's some pictures of my rabbit! His name is Peter :3 Yeah my house is dirty.