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Hello, everyone...
I could really use your help.. I have a new little game out on iTunes store and I would like to ask you to either check it out, or share the link on you DA and Facebook accounts...
Would you do that for me? Please
The game is called SATraining (short for Special Agent training), the link to the game on iTunes is: itunes.apple.com/us/app/satrai…
and to the website:
www.excedo.me/satraining
Help me out and I'll return the favor one day
I could really use your help.. I have a new little game out on iTunes store and I would like to ask you to either check it out, or share the link on you DA and Facebook accounts...
Would you do that for me? Please
The game is called SATraining (short for Special Agent training), the link to the game on iTunes is: itunes.apple.com/us/app/satrai…
and to the website:
www.excedo.me/satraining
Help me out and I'll return the favor one day
Traces of happines...
We see it everywhere, but mostly ignore it, or chose not to make a big deal out of it. After all, they are only small fragments of something we all want, but most believe is unattainable – happiness. Real, loud, unconstrained happiness; it must be something complicated, right? It must be a goal so far away, so difficult to reach that all this hardship, all the work and suffering of our daily lives is worth it.
For most of us, that is exactly how it goes. We work, we try, we keep pushing, and one day, we might reach the goal and be truly happy. To justify all the chaos and complicated ways we come up with in the process of achieving hap
The night of the dying Moon (Part I)
The Sun was setting behind the rocky mountain summit, painting everything its rays touched into a glimmering shine of the day's goodbye. Everything slowed down; even the clouds froze, respecting the moment. Everything felt like goodbye, and that's exactly what it was for him. An unwelcome, but long waited for goodbye. He smelled the air, trying to feel it as strongly as ever, trying to remember it fully and profoundly, although he knew it will all be forgotten soon. Maybe somehow these memories will follow me, he thought. Maybe the way you go determines your next destination. It was a nice, comforting thought but, there was no way to know.
I
Crawling in the dark...
- Why is this happening to me? – An old man cried out, a wounded, hurt cry that only those who suffered understand. The alley was dark and damp, and had no way out; their footsteps closer with every new heartbeat, their fists heavier and harder with every new thought.
It was difficult for the old man to accept this faith; he was a fighter for so long. Life beat him down a hundred times before, and he always rose back to his feet. But not this time, he knew. And yet, even now he couldn't give up. He run to the end of the alley, faced the wall and touched it, thinking it might not be real, hoping it might dissolve once touched, as if all
To all the brave, dead bees....
In the small town parking lot, I was closing the car doors when I felt a sharp, piercing pain in my right hand. I looked at the center of it. The upper side of my palm was already red, and in the middle of it all, there was a small sac, a bunch of nerves and some muscles contracting at a fast rate, pumping the venue out of the sac into my hand.
I couldn't stop looking at it.
It hurt but I admired the ingenuity of Nature more than I cared about the pain it sometimes causes. This little sac pumping venom into my body meant that a brave bee just sacrificed herself in an effort to protect the hive. I had no idea there was any hive anywhere near
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u neko vrijeme sam nabavila tri tone knjiga o iPhone programiranju, ali mi to jos stoji sa strane.. mozda i zato jer nemam mac nego samo iPhone
u neko vrijeme sam nabavila tri tone knjiga o iPhone programiranju, ali mi to jos stoji sa strane.. mozda i zato jer nemam mac nego samo iPhone