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well, I'll just say that... No matter the decision you make from your relationship with me, in any case I will still be... loving you~ Felly~

ok then...

Would you like to be my canon ship?

F-Fell...

y-yes...

I-I would like to

[Paula Gutierrez Bernal]:

Finally...after 4 hours xD

I don't know what else to say

He accepted?

Waiting for Fell to say it was a joke...

It was a joke Fresh

Nah, just kidding, I do love you

Now he's mine bitches

no one will touch him

*Touch*

What did I just say?

Put me down!

[Angelika Katherine]:

You're suposed to have mercy with a kid 7-7

I forgive you because you are very kawaii

Than-

-lol bitch slap-

he he

Not again

Hi folks, Fresh kicked me out from our bed XD

nah, just kidding

"Seme pijama"

"Just woke up"

U serious xDD

He bought a new pijama?? xD

Pijama seme rlly xD

Loool shfsgahaba xDDD

Error does not have one, right? then the one I remember was the one of Fresh with the teddy bear xDDDD

(She's talking 'bout the previous role)

Then Error appears

*Nose bleed*

But what?

Goodbye to the Seme xDD

OMFG FELL DON´T LOOK AT IT, THAT FRESH IS GOING TO KICK YOU

True Fell xDD you already know 7w7 xDD

but nooo, u loved Fresh >:``v and didn´t wait

Don´t want me to see it? He´s in public

I can´t nosebleed either?

Then you see his son do the same xD

*takes photos*

look Error, your son became uke

*Internal screaming*

Daddy...

let him do whatever he wants to do with his life

*Feels bored*

Do not die dammit

Shhh, shut up demon kid

- feels sleepy-

Fly bitch!

bring me down you idiot

lol bye

and I fell down on my back

Muahahahaha

That's my son

*Stands still again*

as soon as I can get up

I will kill you

try it bitch

"Eat bones"

Error: do not mess with the kid *Throws bones at him*

That moment when even the father and the son bully you

The most sexiest from all arrived

"Im ugly"

I´ll join

"Eat vegetables"

Like when they bully you just as you entered the role

Fresh arived just awaken

He is not there

limpet

Those bones were thrown by Jammy (Fresh left again, sometimes he does not participate in the role)

*Spits out the bones*

Im leaving *magic*

no need to translate this lol

let´s see, the fact that I'm uke, doesn't give you the permission to destroy mi ass, you damned idiot, if you beg, maybe I will forgive your shitty life

...heh, ok, I'm sorry Jammy

{I wonder if feeling like this is bad}

*masochist mode*

Well, I already apologized, bye

Hey Fell, Jammy is just a damn kid

I arrived

I have a serious problem Fresh

What´s the matter?

what did you do now?

I have a masochism problem and anything they do to me it ******* me

Is that bad?

Eh... I suppose that is not bad or good...

But it's something strange..

Oh well, great, 'cause a few moments ago I followed the game to a kid

what kind of game?

Not much, he just told me to beg him, and I obeyed

*Sigh* I suppose that unless you cross the limit, it will be okay... *hug*

ok, but if they bother me much, could you defend me with your special atacks?

while you are not the guilty one, yes

I believe that I can achieve that *evil laugh*

*tights*

(no need to translate again lol)

Nothing...just thinking in evil plans

did I scare you?

<-- Loves to see people scared

Oh yes 7u7

A yaoi lover XD

what happened to the others? they died :v

I didn't die! Still alive

Jammy: Then die xd

I love those horrible words you say to me

what?

Hitting or insulting me makes me erect, so better stop doing it

*goes away*

What Jammy? Already scared? Glad to hear that

What a coward

Agree with you Reaper

What a coward X2

U SERIOUS??? U ALL WANNA DIE U LITTLE PIECES OF SHIT, WELL LISTEN HERE, I'LL MAKE YOU BOTH REGRET THE DAY YOU WERE BORN, DISGUSTING BEINGS

Well, I'll just leave, ok? bye

*I left*

Don't leave, fun has just begun

Help, he is going to leave me dead again

Suffer the consequences from calling me a coward

humiliate yourself

Pj what are you doing?

(Error talking)

I'm with a new friend *hides the soul*

*whispers* the least word and you'll end up injured

Then I won't be bothering you

keep going

where were we?

humiliate yourself

Dress up as a school girl and start to dance

what happens if I don't do it

I'll torture you and will kill you

Is someone bothering Fell?!

my savior came

I almost forget it, you still haven't received your punishment, come here in this instant

I'll take your place and will make Fell dance xD

I grant it to you. In our hands is the power to see Fell the uke in action

(Translated by Esther Akane)

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My friend is translating, wait please

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Bendición | Blessing - Trailer - Duration: 0:45.

The smell of your body

the softness of your skin

how you bristle when I touched you

that deep look when I kiss you

you are special

and tonight will be ...

It will be a night we will never forget

Blessing

04.30.17

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Women on YouTube Scavenger Hunt - Canadian Edition [CC] - Duration: 0:55.

Hi, YouTube, it's Kathy, and welcome to the Women on YouTube Scavenger Hunt!

I'm so glad you could join me.

Remember that the contest is only open for 24 hours, so get those answers as quick as

you can and submit them with the Google Doc provided when you're done.

And of course, here is your question from me:

Each of these lovely Canadian ladies is known for writing world-renowned fiction, but which

of them also wrote non-fiction titles such as "Survival: A Thematic Guide to Canadian

Literature", "Negotiating with the Dead", and "Days of the Rebels 1815 to 1840"?

Was it A) Lucy Maud Montgomery?

Was it B) Margaret Atwood?

Or was it C) Alice Munro?

Click the links below to find out, and happy hunting!

[outro music]

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I Didn't Jump

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Toyota Corolla 1.3i Sport Limited - Duration: 1:08.

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How to Apply Macro Patience and Micro Speed - Duration: 3:59.

- [Bart] Hello. - Hey.

- [Bart] I'm Bart, I practiced my question so many times

that I lost my voice.

(audience laughter)

- That's amazing.

- [Bart] First of all, I would like to thank you because

I started my career as an entrepreneur by

trying to build the next Facebook.

But thanks to your speeches on self-awareness,

I came to realize that I lose sleep over borrowing

a hundred euros from my brother so I probably will

never build the next Facebook.

Having that in mind.

So, a year ago,

I started to build a data migration company, organically.

So, I landed a big customer, and now

I get paid every day, and I'm developing my stuff.

And we went live in production in Chile,

in December.

This year for the same company we will do

USA, Mexico and Canada.

So it's growing really great.

But my question to you was,

you talk a lot about patience,

but you also talk sometimes about speed.

And patience for me that would be

continue with the same--

- Can I answer you real fast and you'll

understand it forever?

- [Bart] Okay.

- Macro, patience. Micro, speed.

- [Bart] Yeah. Okay.

- And let me expand on it, 'cause that didn't work.

Fuck. (audience laughter)

No no, hold on, hold on, hold on, back back back.

Macro patience. You're a young man.

Building something meaningful, a relationship,

a business, it takes 10, 20, 30 years.

On your day-to-day work, you have to be fast.

With the clients, they email you, you email them back.

Like, your day-to-day.

But your vision?

What you want to achieve in life?

You're not going to build it in one year.

And so many people have it reversed.

In the day-to-day, they're slow,

and in the macro, they want their business to be huge

the next day.

So you need to reverse it.

- [Bart] So if you have to make the decision between,

in my case, building a better framework

or focusing on that, or trying to find more customers,

what would you advise?

Knowing that I don't need the money of new customers

right now.

- Both. - [Bart] Okay.

(audience laughter)

- And so here's another,

here's an answer of both:

Number one, how hard are you working?

I don't know.

If you're working 12 hours a day,

I feel like you could work 17 if you want! Right?

Number two, if you're working every hour,

and you can't work more,

with the money that's coming in,

too many young people and too many young businesses

when they start having money come in,

take it for themselves.

They want to buy a good watch.

They want to buy a good car.

They want to buy fancier shoes.

What I would do is, when my first money,

so here's my story.

This is not advice I'm giving just for fun.

This is my life.

I walked in my dad's store,

it did $3 million a year,

10 percent gross profit, $300,000 dollars in profit

before expenses,

we had no money, I was making $40,000 a year,

37,4, actually.

And I built that business from 3 to 45 million,

in the first kind of four or five years,

and five years later,

five years later this is doing $45 million dollars in sales,

and I'm making $40,000 dollars.

This is the advice I gave.

And by the way, I was in my twenties, and a guy.

The exact time, if you're making that kind of money,

that you want to use it to do guy things.

Right?

I put it back into the business,

I hired four more managers, six more managers,

seven more managers, I did more advertising.

I built a business.

So if this money's coming from Chile and U.S. and Mexico,

hire people.

Then you can do both.

- [Bart] Okay. Thanks.

- You're welcome.

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Hi, YouTube, it's Kathy, and welcome to the Women on YouTube Scavenger Hunt!

I'm so glad you could join me.

Remember that the contest is only open for 24 hours, so get those answers as quick as

you can and submit them with the Google Doc provided when you're done.

And of course, here is your question from me:

Each of these lovely Canadian ladies is known for writing world-renowned fiction, but which

of them also wrote non-fiction titles such as "Survival: A Thematic Guide to Canadian

Literature", "Negotiating with the Dead", and "Days of the Rebels 1815 to 1840"?

Was it A) Lucy Maud Montgomery?

Was it B) Margaret Atwood?

Or was it C) Alice Munro?

Click the links below to find out, and happy hunting!

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"Sekiranun Graffiti (Cumulonimbus Cloud Graffiti)" Artist: ryo

A sudden rainstorm passes through

Dripping wet, we stand still

A hint of the smells of summer

Come on, let's go on a journey

Somewhere faraway

However much time passes Somewhere faraway

However much time passes

We'll hold this feeling close

And live on We'll hold this feeling close

And live on

Love and music, that's all we need

I have everything I want

Within me

The sea draws near

Maybe we can jump right, just like this

Let's roll down the windows

Ride the wind, go where it leads us

An off-tune hum

An off-the-mark joke

They're not so bad

Though the world may change someday

We can cross the night and come back

And we'll know for sure

You smiled, just fooling around

I gave you my smile back

And the days passed by

The hands on the clock keep spinning

What will you believe in from now on?

I'll tell you

However much time passes

I'll hold this feeling close

And we'll live on I'll hold this feeling close

And we'll live on

Love and music, that's all we need

You have everything that matters

Right from the start

Within you

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Starting with a few lag.....

Let´s rock!!! ^_^

Kama Duo, no box no sos, only 2 players ;)

Enjoy

44 minuts, DONE!!! ^_^

TNX all, see you to the next video!!

Byeeeee

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Take a section of hair and divide it into 3 equal parts.

Put the right strand under the middle one.

Now add some hair to the left strand and put it under the middle one

Add some hair to the right one and put it under the middle one.

Now add some more hair to the left one, putting it under the middle one.

Make sure to keep the hair tight.

Repeat the steps

After 4-5 knots, pull out the hair a little bit.

This step will make your braid appear bigger.

Then continue braiding all the way back.

When you reach at the neck & run out of hair to add, just continue normal Dutch Braiding. Putting one strand under the middle one.

Tie the ends and pull out the hair as you like.

And That's it!

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Get on the ground! Get on the freaking ground!

Don't say I didn't warn you!

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Guns to add to the medic class in Battlefield 1

bommarito US semi auto rifle (not the M1)

general liu's rifle semi auto rifle china

Bang_rifle_M1911 denmark

fedorov avtomat m1916 russian

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FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

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Creepypastas With MARKOSIS #9 - Duration: 20:08.

When you work with dead bodies, you see things, things that keep you up at night if you think

too much about them.

One time I was transporting the body of an old lady who died in her sleep.

I was at a red light, waiting for it to change, and glanced in the rearview mirror just as

she sat up, the sheet falling from her face.

Muscle spasm.

Things happen.

I knew that even then, but it scared the shit out of me, and that night, as I struggled

to sleep, I convinced myself that she looked at me.

Replaying it in my mind, her head tilted just so, and her dead, vacant eyes seemed to register

a flicker of recognition,

Of course I was imagining it.

A body sitting up is natural.

Hell, a body moaning from under a crisp white sheet is natural too.

When you're sitting next to it alone in a morgue at three in the morning, it's creepy,

but you can explain it.

But what I'm about to tell you...you can't explain.

About ten years ago, I was working as a CNA in a nursing home.

A CNA does all the grunt work nurses are too good for.

Mr. Johnson shit on himself?

Call a CNA.

Mrs. Mathers is four hundred pounds and needs a bed pan shoved under her?

Call a CNA.

You have to be physically strong to do it...and have a strong stomach.

A very strong stomach.

There was this old black lady there, her name was Miss Violet, at least that's what we

called her.

Sweet as pie.

One day, she gets sick.

Everyone who knew anything said it was cancer.

The doctor, on the other hand, said it wasn't, and gave her Tylonel 3 for pain.

For a good week she'd sit on the edge of her bed, rocking back and forth in pain, tears

streaming down her face.

When she'd get up, globs of...God knows what would fall out of her.

I think it was her insides.

The cancer was literally chewing it up and spitting it out.

Terrible.

They finally diagnosed her right and got her on some heavy duty shit, but she was dead

in a week anyway.

I usually worked the graveyard shift, 11pm to 7am.

Unless you've been in a nursing home late at night, with the lights low and the sounds

of moaning, groaning, demented laughter, and screaming occasionally rising down long, dimly

lit corridors, you'll never know what horrible places they can be.

One night, I came in and checked on my patients.

Mr. Avis, a little old WWII vet from California, had been sick all day.

I peeked in at him around 11, saw he was okay (or what passed for it), and then went on

with my round.

I came back at 11:30.

He was dead.

Have you ever touched a dead body?

Their skin is hard and icy, like marble.

That's what Mr. Avis felt like.

I checked his vitals, and sure enough, he was dead.

I called the nurse, she did her thing, and yep, he was dead as a doornail.

I pulled the sheet over his head and went back to the nurses' station, where the night

nurse was calling the mortician.

When she was done, we chatted for a minute, then went about our night.

I was sad to see Mr. Avis go.

It's hard to see these people everyday, and get to know them, only to have them die

on you.

But at the same time, you get used to it.

At around five, the nurse called me to the station.

The mortician, a tall, gaunt man with black hair, was waiting.

He needed help with Mr. Avis, and it fell to me to be the help.

I grabbed an empty gurney and wheeled it down to Mr. Avis's room.

Inside, I switched on the light, pushed the gurney next to the bed, and waited for the

mortician.

When he came in, he told me to remove the sheet from Mr. Avis's body.

I started to pull it down, but stopped, my heart leaping into my throat.

Mr. Avis, his eyes closed and his face slack, was trying to speak, his lips moving as though

he were trying to form words.

No sound escaped.

"Uh, he's trying to talk."

The mortician came over and looked at Mr. Avis.

He made a small hmmmm sound.

"Are you sure he's dead?"

I blinked.

"Yeah, I took his vitals.

He's dead."

The mortician opened his bag and pulled out a stethoscope.

He listened to Mr. Avis's heartbeat, or lack thereof.

He then tried to flex the old man's arm.

Mr. Avis's flesh was gray, mottled, and cold.

His joints were stiff.

Rigor mortis had set in.

"Gas escaping the stomach," the mortician said.

"Help me get him on the gurney."

I looked uncertainly from Mr. Avis to the mortician.

The old man's lips were moving, and to me, it didn't look like something random.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes.

Now come on."

Sighing, I went to Mr. Avis's head and bent to grab him under his shoulders.

That's when the words began.

They were indistinct, garbled, and breathy.

I leaned closer, and heard:

"Holy Mary...mother of God...pray for us sinners..."

I jerked back like I'd been shot, something like hysteria welling within me.

"He's talking," I said, pointing.

My voice was shaky even to my own ears.

Darkness passed across the mortician's face.

"No he isn't.

He's dead."

"He's...he's praying!"

Sighing, the mortician leaned over and listened.

I saw his eyes widen.

"You hear it."

The mortician licked his lips and stood up straight.

"Roll him over."

I didn't move.

"Now!"

I swallowed hard and then rolled Mr. Avis onto his side.

The mortician lifted the puke green grown the old man was wearing.

His skin was splotched with pink.

When you die, your heart stops circulating blood, so the blood pools in the lowest parts

of the body.

This is called livor mortis, and appears within a few hours of death.

I let Mr. Avis fall back onto his back.

I leaned over and listened.

"...pray for us sinners...now and at the hour of our death..."

I walked out right then and there.

An old myth I heard says that the soul stays trapped in the body for three days after death.

You're aware the entire time.

I think even to the point of feeling pain.

One time I read that brain activity can sometimes continue in a dead body for hours after the

heart stops.

I wonder if Mr. Avis wasn't still "there" somehow, even though he was dead.

Like maybe he knew his body wasn't working, knew he'd been covered with a sheet for

five hours, and that he was about to be taken away.

Like he knew...and he was praying for it to end...praying so hard inside that he started

to speak.

I'm an orderly at a small psychiatric wing at a hospital in the Pacific North West.

I've been here for a few years, and for the most part I enjoy the job.

I've had a few scary close calls with patients, but those are stories for another time.

The thing I came here to tell you about today started about a week ago, when we got a new

patient.

He was frightening from the very first moment I saw the man, and I don't scare very easily.

He was screaming, and wild-eyed, thrashing and screaming at the unfortunate EMT's who

were escorting him into the ward.

I helped one of the nurses prepare a sedative in a small gauge syringe.

I then moved to help restrain the patient, the nurse jamming the needle through his Bermuda

shorts into his left buttock.

We then maneuvered the man onto a gurney where we could attach his wrists to the rails.

I wheeled the screaming, thrashing man into one of the isolation rooms while the nurse

talked to the men who accompanied him.

After a while he fell quiet, and I peered through the window.

His body was limp against the mattress, but his legs and torso were contorted unnaturally.

I shivered a bit and went about my business.

He woke up some time later, and his shouting and cursing resumed, as did his struggles

against the restraints.

I got chills watching him and went about my routine after a few minutes, mopping the floor

as I made my rounds, keeping my eyes and ears open as I always do.

A few of the other patients seemed to be responding to the new man's cries and I felt a mixture

of fascination and fear as I usually did dealing with the unfortunate souls that we hold here.

I focused on my task and thankfully the rest of the night passed without incident.

When I came in the next day, a group of nurses was standing around the small window where

the medication was dispensed, chattering animatedly.

I approached, fixing my usual professional smile on my face as I walked toward the women.

"What's the word tonight?"

I asked, trying to sound casual, despite the morbid sense of curiosity that had come over

me suddenly.

One of the women, who we will call Janice turned to me.

"That new patient is still under heavy sedation.

He screams every second he's awake.

Doctor Leeds says that he's doing serious damage to his vocal chords, but there's nothing

that seems to calm him besides Thorazine."

Her careworn face was grave while she explained the situation to me and I felt the sympathetic

tug at my heart strings, as anyone would.

The man was clearly out of his mind for one reason or another.

I went about my job, helping to clean up after and move the patients from the day room to

their nightly group therapy sessions, and also assisting with the lock down of the ward.

The old man seemed sedated again as I passed his room, checking the door handle twice being

sure that it was locked tight.

His face was turned toward the small window, slack and relaxed, his mouth hanging open

affording me a view of his rotted, broken teeth.

His tongue, swollen and sort of discolored lolled from between parched, chapped lips.

I felt a small wave of empathy before I continued on my rounds.

It was pretty quiet for a few hours, then a sound, different than before but haunting

in its own unique way found my ears as I strolled along the halls.

The words had a definite rhythm to them, and as I drew nearer and nearer to the sound,

I started to recognize the tune.

"London Bridge is falling down, falling down, falling down, my fair lady."

Came the words, slightly off-key and somehow the voice held a sweet, childlike quality.

I stopped short of the door to the new patient's room, his singing halted, and it made me hesitate

to peer through the safety glass, but I did it anyway.

The man had slipped one of his hands free somehow, and was working to free his other

wrist as I unfastened the small radio from my belt, calling for security.

Without thinking my other hand moved into the pocket of my slacks, withdrawing the key

ring from it, my fingers searching for the correct key, fitting it into the lock and

twisting rapidly.

I stepped into the room and tried to get the man's attention, but he continued to unfasten

the padded cuff attached to the rail of the gurney.

I stepped forward to interrupt his attempt at freedom, and his head turned toward me,

stopping me in my tracks.

His eyes, they were inhuman.

Not dilated but pure obsidian, even the sclera tinted dark.

His lips were twisted into a feral, almost doglike snarl.

"If you touch me, I'll pull your guts out through your asshole."

The patient said, calm and collected, so unlike the raving, screaming lunatic he had been

in the days and hours previous.

I was happy to hear the heavy footfalls echoing down the hallway outside, a group of guards

and nurses flooding the room.

We managed to get him restrained again, though he bit one of the nurses.

His teeth, despite their decayed state had taken a small chunk of flesh from her wrist.

He spit the blood and bit of skin at one of the guards even while the man was spraying

him in the face with pepper spray.

I had to leave, gagging, eyes stinging with tears and not just because of the noxious

spray in the air.

Blood was everywhere.

They stayed in the room with the raving, screaming man, who at this point was cursing people

out rather than just inarticulately screeching as he had before.

I shivered while I waited for the others to exit the room, feeling faint from the sight

of the vivid crimson fluid splashed around the sterile white room.

Eventually the man was quiet and the group left the room, the nurse who had been bit

pressing a blood soaked towel against her wound with all the pressure she could stand.

One of the security guards escorted her to the Emergency floor of the hospital, and the

rest of us were understandably on edge the rest of the night.

I overheard the nurses talking about having one of the doctors authorize a higher level

of restraint, and the thought of wrestling the man into a straight jacket wasn't appealing

to me, if I'm honest with myself as well as you guys.

I wasn't sure that the man was actually under the effects of the sedative.

The eyes had spooked me, and the crazy thing is that nobody else seemed to notice it, or

if they did, they were keeping it to themselves, just like I was, at least for the moment.

The woman who got bit quit that night, so I'll probably never know if she saw it or

not.

I think I'm finally getting up the nerve to ask Janice if she saw his eyes.

His behavior only got worse after that night, and it hit another sort of zenith if you will,

last night.

I was again walking the halls, I think I was actually just about to take a break, not having

slept well the night before and being slightly exhausted because of it.

The man's guttural howls and chattering screams were echoing around the corner, and I dreaded

walking by the room, but it had to be done.

I also didn't really want to look in on the patient, but again, I had to.

His back was ached against the mattress, twisting and writhing, legs and arms thrashing as much

as they could.

At least he wasn't saying actual words this time.

I wrote down the number of patients in the ward and checked out with Janice for my lunch

break, the man's screams ringing in my ears even as I ate my sandwich in the sparsely

populated cafeteria.

There was something wrong with the sound, it was dark, primal.

I shivered and stared at the buzzing, harsh bulbs behind the thin plastic cover, just

to remind myself of where I was.

I got up, suddenly no longer hungry, disposing of the remnants of my food.

I still had twenty minutes before I had to be back on the ward so I walked to the elevator,

taking it down to the ground floor, following the signs to the small smoking shelter.

I bummed a cigarette from a security guard who was taking a break as well, and he asked

me about the incident a few nights before.

I could feel myself sweating as I told him the story, whether that was from the memory

or the nicotine I'm unsure.

I don't usually smoke, but the added stress I felt at the time was extreme, and I couldn't

drink and do this job.

The urge to drink did come up, and it has lingered for a while.

I took the stairs up to the ward, prolonging returning to work as many seconds as I could.

I also took a pit stop in the bathroom as well, urinating and washing my face before

examining my reflection in the mirror.

I looked like walking Death, and felt about the same.

The patient's threat and screams echoed through my mind as I stared at myself, and I shuddered

again.

I walked back to the day room, and posted up until I had to make a count again, watching

an old cartoon on the large flat screen mounted on the far wall.

I got up and got moving, checking in on all the occupied rooms, purposely starting as

far from our new resident as possible.

At least he hadn't been screaming when I was in the day room.

The cold chill that was starting to become familiar crept up my spine as I checked in

on the last patient around the corner from the man, and that's when I heard it.

A soft sound, almost indistinct at this distance, and as my steps carried me closer, I heard

what I can only describe as a female child giggling.

The sound made me stop for a full five seconds, frozen in place and hyperventilating.

I broke my paralysis somehow and took another step forward.

I peered through the window, and saw the man sitting upright on his gurney, feet and arms

free, though the restraints were buckled.

He stared at me through the window, and smiled, raising a hand to wave at me.

I started for my radio again and that's when I was struck by the sensation of an ice pick

driving through my right eye.

My hand froze above the radio no matter how hard I tried to grab it.

No sound exited my throat when I tried to call for help.

My abdomen quivered and the pain intensified, causing me to scream.

That drew attention and I felt an invisible wave crash into my body, throwing me to the

floor, knocking me loopy, but I was still conscious as Janice and another nurse helped

me to my feet.

The man cackled as they called security, helping me into the Nurse's Station, where I quit,

not giving a reason, or answering any questions as I collected my stuff.

I don't believe in demons, I don't think, but I may have met one.

I noticed the itch the first time I met Ivy.

She sat next to me in psychology the first day of class.

We started talking about music or something and everything felt really comfortable.

Except for the irritable itch.

At the time it was only a mere inconvenience confined to my left arm.

I thought it was just dry skin.

A few weeks later Ivy and I were watching a movie in my living room when she noticed

me itching the spot.

She told me I should get it looked at by my school nurse.

I'm not the kind of guy who takes care of himself but I agreed to anyway to make her

happy.

The nurse told me I was showing symptoms of ringworm.

She told me to buy some Lotrimin at the Walgreens and rub it on my arm two times a day and that

I'll be fine in a few weeks.

A few weeks passed.

I wasn't very disciplined about applying the cream.

I'd do it for a while then miss a day and it would be worse than it's ever been.

And it spread.

First to my other arm, then both legs, and up and down my chest and back.

Spotted Red circles covering my body.

It itched and it burned.

I was fed up and even tried to bleach the infected parts.

That just made it come back bolder and redder.

Ivy and I got really close the next couple months.

We stopped dressing up for dates as much and spent more time watching movies in my living

room.

I took her to my favorite "spot" and told her I loved her and she said it back.

All this time my ringworm only got worse.

It would be foolish at this point not to acknowledge a correlation with how close I became with

Ivy and how much the rash grew.

But I didn't want to stop being with Ivy, and it was worth the constant itch and burning

on my skin.

Ringworm is contagious but only if skin to skin contact is made with the rash, so we

held off anything too physical until I could get rid of the rash.

But like most 20 year olds we couldn't wait.

It was one of those nights when we finished watching a movie and were kissing on my couch

when she suggested we take it up to my bedroom.

Things were getting really heated and before either of us had any wits about us, our clothes

were on the other side of the room.

This was both of our first times and I couldn't comprehend how I was feeling such intense

euphoria.

As we both finished it was that feeling but magnified to an even greater intensity, my

whole body felt free and relaxed, like it hadn't for months.

Ivy screamed, but this time out of pain, not pleasure.

When I opened my eyes I saw what was making me feel so good, and it wasn't Ivy.

Around 30 big ass red worms with orange gue were escaping out of all the rings on my body

and were digging their way into Ivy's skin.

Ivy and I immediately pulled apart but the worms pulled our bodies back together.

We struggled to separate but it was like trying to escape from under a pile of rocks.

They were too strong.

Ivy screamed and bled as the worms bit through her and claimed their spot under her skin.

I felt guilty because of how good it felt.

The holes the worms were leaving on their way out of my skin felt like relaxing acupuncture

and when I bled out onto Ivy it felt like a sweet release.

When the worms finally left my body and were in hers I felt like mountains were lifted

off my shoulders.

I'd never felt this good.

But Ivy was on my bed in pain.

The last of the worms were wiggling their way inside of her and we tried grabbing the

ends and pulling them out but they were too strong.

She tried reaching into the holes they left on her skin but they swam too far inside and

she only ripped her skin open more.

I took her to the emergency room but the nurse just told her to pick up some Lotrimin from

Walgreens and that it would be better in a few weeks.

Ivy broke up with me.

It wasn't that she was mad about the incident, because she knew it was as much my fault as

hers.

I think she just wasn't the same with the ringworm and she didn't love me like she

used to.

I spent a month being sad until a pretty girl sat next to me my first day of biology.

I said hi and itched my arm.

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My First.. - Duration: 9:56.

Coucou tout le monde!

Hello everybody :)

So today,

I'm here to do a Haul of my shop!

My shopping.

So, I will start with starbucks

I bought the new latte..

Something like this, macadamia

It was sooooo tasty!

And they put "Mc"

I forgot to tell the "Piie" but

anyway, as you can see

I let some proof of myself on it.

I bought a donut, that I already ate because I was hungry.

And some Rolling cinnamon.

But I didn't started yet

For the Lancôme bag

This is the first time that I really buy a Lancôme stuff

So everything has a start.

and tahdahhh!

for real

I just bought one thing but they gave me some..

some samples

sorry for the light :/

they gave me for free, the "Advanced GENIFIQUE"

activateur de jeunesse

Young activated concentrate

this is the same

and, I bought this beauty!!!

Lancôme matte shaker

"Beige vintage"

I don't know if you can see

this is the first time that, I do a "Haul"

I thought that it could be amazing to do

so here I am

this beauty

that, I haven't yet opened

this is like that

I haven't shaken yet it

voilà

this is theeee

270

this is so soft and easy to apply

I advice you this

I usually not put to many..

makeup on me, on my face but,

for today, I made an exception

here we have the tinted brow mascara

mascara coloré pour sourcils

because, my eyebrows are so mess up

this is the

TBM02 chocolate, yeahhh

chocolate like, my skin tone

caramel chocolate

and the

the woman that worked there

applied it to my face

and it was

amazing, it gave a really good result.

and I also bought,

oh no, it was NYX, sorry

and i also bought, this soft matte lip cream

crème à lèvres douce et matte

it's a really dark color but

I already bought a king of rose, pink nude

so, I thought that it could be

cool to change it

it's over for the makeup

and here we are gonna start with

nature & découverte

I know that you don't have

this store there

but it's an amazing store

so, I bought a beer

yeah, I don't know if I pronounced it correctly

I find the packaging so cool, it's so cut!!! (alcohol abuse is Dangerous for health)

so I thought maybe

I could buy it

I don't know what is "Aizelles"

but it's with "violets"

and I already ate violets

it's tasty, I like it

there is some god of mountain drinking

a glass of beer on the packaging

it's so funny

I think, aizaelles it's this little plant here

red

fruit

and I bought also..

I didn't thought of myself only

I bought this stuff for my mom because she loves plants

so I bougth this, "oiseau de paradis" (bird of Paradise)

I hope that, she gonna liked it and

arrived to grow it

and for me

again for me, I bought a cotton plant

because, I always wanted to see how

a "cotonnier" is, looks like

I already saw one but..

I never had one so..

and the pot is so cuteeee

I hope that I could

take care of it because, I'm so bad at taking care of plants

I already had cactus but

I'm so terribly bad at it that I killed them

and I bought this, a pot

it was 2.50 euros

because it's so cute, I love tiny things

I don't know what to do with it but

I think maybe put a light (candle) in it

or another plant

so that's it

I did some "folie" (crazy) today

some crazy shopping today

I hope you liked it

I will not do this again because I thought maybe

today, it was funny to do it

because, I'm proud of my stuff today

So that's it and I let you with it

byee in an other video

byeeee!

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I wonder if this 3 axle truck is more maneuverable than the 4 Axle

3 Axle has A little Shorter Wheelbase

And A little smaller turning radius

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Doesn't seem to be on quite the right way.

There we go.

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Angielski w Anglii vs. w Ameryce - Duration: 5:54.

Hey everyone! How are we?

To be honest, sometimes when I go film

I sit in front of the camera for 5 minutes wondering if I should film

Honestly, I have no idea how much you guys know about today's topic;

that English is different in England and the United States

I have no idea if everything you hear you already knew

I'm filming because I decided that there will always be one person who will hear something new

this video is for you

I message some people from Poland, and they sometimes write to me in English

I automatically noticed that in Poland, they teach you English like they do in England, not America

I thought it was very interesting when I found that out

first thing has to do with some words that are written differently in England

favorite; color

they add "u"

theater and center; in England, they switch the "r" and "e" at the end

In America, favorite is written without a "u" and theater is written with "r" at the end

Canada may be closer to America, but they write the same way England does

In my opinion, neither one is "correct"

for me, it could go either way because

you have to consider where you are

If you're in Canada or England, write with the "u"

if you're in the States, don't write with the "u"

that is the easiest and best approach

on the other hand....

In America, you'll always meet that one person

who will tell you are in America and you need to write "correctly"

the majority of people don't care and don't pay attention

Americans are aware that there are bigger problems in life

than stressing over an additional "u" in a word

For example, I always spell "theatre" like they do in England when I message someone

I think it's prettier than the way the spell it in America

When I write to my friends, they either don't notice or don't care that I wrote theatre differently

I even researched why this is so and who came up with it

There was a man in America named Noah Webster

He founded the most popular dictionary in America, "Webster's Dictionary"

He was very frustrated that some words are not spelled they same way they are pronounced

He declared that this needs to be changed

He was successful, changing words like "honor" "color" "labor"

He had other ideas that failed

For example, I can understand why the word "women" failed to change

Unfortunately, after he died in 1843

no other words were changed because no one else was quite passionate about this topic as he was

Now here are just some words that we say differently than they do in England

For French Fries, we say french fries and they say chips

for chips, we say chips and they say crisps

for elevators, we say elevators and they say lift

for sneakers, we say sneakers and they either say joggers or trainers

for bathrooms, we say bathroom, restroom, or washroom

England does to, but the have an extra word "the loo" and in America we do not say the loo

when they go on vacation, we say vacation and they say holiday

In America, we say holiday only for those special days

for apartments, we say apartment and they say flat

I know there are a few people from England who watch me

if I messed up at any point in this video, please correct me in the comments

there are so many other words that we say differently but I was not going to put them all here

Finally, I know I always mention that Americans are closed off in their own world

and that they don't care about other cultures

but in terms of the English language,

Americans are very aware that they say things differently in England

If someone from England came to visit the States and used their words

Americans would still understand them and not be confused

They would be able to talk because even if they do not use these words, they still know what they mean

Australia also has other words, but I barely know enough to include in the video

I hope you guys liked this video and I'll see you all next time

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How you can use flab to motivate & boost your confidence by using the Fabulous Flab Approach - Duration: 10:05.

maybe I could lose 5 pounds if I didn't

eat for a week. okay seriously, who am I

kidding? I probably won't even make it to

breakfast. Thank you, thank you, thank you Sara Blakely

for inventing Spanx.

Oh sorry. What were you saying? I wasn't paying attention. I

was having a fat moment and I was thinking

about everything I had deprived of

myself today and how I could possibly

sneak that in?

can you relate to any of these situations? If yes, then keep watching

because today we're here to talk about

something very important- body image and

how much we obsess over and obsess over

food and especially the toll that it

takes on your self-confidence but more

importantly what we can do to repurpose

that negative energy towards something that

actually makes us feel good. Hi Dream

Achiever. I'm Sonali Ankola, the creator

of Dream With Intent. Here to help you

change your life attitude so you could

reach those goals and achieve your dream.

Before we get started I first want you

to imagine this scenario. Imagine that

you find out that an amazing friend big

birthday bash is coming up in a few

months. Now in my case it was a 40th

birthday party. I found it about this a

few months ago and of course I was super

excited. It would mean a night out with my

husband, some of my really close friend but

the best part was that the theme was

Champagne and Chanel. I felt like I was

going to attend one of those glammed out

parties that you see on reality shows

like Housewives of Beverly Hills. Now I

absolutely love that show, not because of

the drama but because of the beautiful

home, the clothes, and that gorgeous

California scenery. Anyways we're totally

getting off topic so let's get back to

focus.

Now instead of focusing on hanging out with my friends and my husband and having a

great time my attention was on

totally the wrong topic - FAT. I was

thinking about how fat I would feel in my

dress or what others would say when they

see me wearing it or if I would actually

look older than my age because of my

size or god forbid that I look silly

dancing on the dance floor because oh my

god the Spanx didn't hold everything in

place and that jelly belly was just

wiggling all over the place. Now to be

honest, I was starting to drive myself a

little crazy and almost wondering if

maybe I should go on one of those

extreme diets...you know like the

two week long juice cleanse or

completely cut out sugar and carbs and

any processed food. You know the type of

diet what all you do is the air. Now

sadly I know you can relate because many

of us have gone through this any time

you find out that we have a big event to

attend. Instead of focusing on the

celebration we are focused on fatty

flab.

I couldn't take it anymore. I had been yo-yo dieting for years and

it made me realize that every time I

was beating myself up over this because

I was so focused on the end result

that was the only thing I could think about.

I was never really okay with where

I was in my journey and this continued

to mess with my self-image, my confidence

basically how I viewed myself.

Now can you imagine the toll that this takes on you?

Mentally, emotionally, even sexually

you know it's true. You're not exactly

feeling like a sex goddess when you're

thinking about flab. So how in the world

are you supposed to feel great about

your self-image and grow that

self-confidence at your current size?

Here the juicy part that I am dying to

share with you because I was able to

completely change my mindset of how I

looked at fatty flab. I decided to try a

different approach - the Fabulous Flab Approach.

I knew my attitude towards

weight and my weight loss journey was

all wrong.

And I didn't want to keep beating myself

up over this. I kept looking at it as my

enemy and even though I would lose a few

pounds or go through a streak of eating

healthy. It was never good enough. I

always thought I could look better,

shed a few more pounds or get more toned

and as if the only time when I could

truly and genuinely say to myself "yeah

you did a great job", was when I finally

reached that final end goal weight. Now when

we think about this...this just seems

absurd! After all you're putting yourself

through month or maybe years of being

self-critical until you finally reach

that one moment of achievement. That's a

lot of time to be saying "I'm not good

enough yet". Talk about messing with your

head and especially your motivation.

Forget how much this screws with your

motivation because this is actually more

of a demotivation because after all

getting to that end goal just seems

impossible.

so first, I stop referring to this as fatty flab instead I started

calling it Fabulous Flab. After all a

negative name only reinforces negative

feelings and how is this any different

than name calling yourself. After all

fatty flab or as we will now refer to it as

Fabulous Flab is still a part of your

body, even though it might not be your

favorite part. Besides isn't it

exhausting feelings that you don't look

good enough - EVER! So now we're going to

change this and make this more about

feeling fabulous at the present moment.

If this Fabulous Flab exists here, in

this moment, then let's change our mindset

of how we view it and what we call it

because the only role that Fabulous Flab

is going to play is to help us to become

a healthier version of ourselves and

that's it.

Keep in mind, Fabulous Flab doesn't exists to make you or me feel bad

and it most definitely does not define

who we are. So until it's time to bid

farewell, Fabulous Flab is going to have a

party of its life. I think in a sad way I

might actually miss my Fabulous Flab

after all it allowed me to have a very

passionate relationship with some of my

favorite though not so healthy food choices.

Now here's the second thing to remember

which is to shift your focus and energy

towards things that actually make us feel

good. So for my birthday party scenario

my primary focus was not the dress

because that was my fat focus. Instead I

put the spotlight on my hair, makeup,

jewelry, what shoes to wear, what fun

things have happened at the party, people

that I get to hang out with. Basically

everything else that was not weight

related because though I had accepted my

Fabulous Flab I did not want it to be my

only focus. I just wanted to be at peace

with it so by focusing on everything

else, the more amazing I felt in

return.

Now I'm not saying forget about losing weight or to completely neglect

your health. If there is a medical concern

then you definitely should not ignore

that. Instead this is more about

embracing all of you. The parts of you

that make you feel amazing and even the

parts are you critical about. None of us

are perfect. Not unless your some higher

power with magical abilities, so why are you

trying to hold yourself up to those standards...

of this media driven perfect body?

Instead of feeling negative and

bad about flab. Let's change our mindset

and look at it more so as a building

block so remember, Fabulous Flab is

here to help you to become a better

version of you by changing how you're

motivated.

Did it work? oh my god yes, that's the only reason

I'm here talking to you and it was such

a great confidence booster because there

were just two main things to remember.

One no more name calling and two it's

all about fab focus. Look at that. Let add

a third point, don't be at war with your

body and learn to make peace with

yourself. You don't need to obsess and be

critical over the one part that makes

you feel insecure. Instead let's start

looking at confidence the right way and

start looking at Fabulous Flab more so

as you're building blocks and most

importantly realize that there is so

much beauty and amazing qualities that

makes the complete you.

So, what do you think? I want to hear from you and I know

you want to try the Fabulous Flab

approach because I know it will help you

just like the way it helped me. So go

ahead, give it a shot. oh..and before you

go, don't forget to sign up for that

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