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Author: Hakuchou
Publication Date: May 13, 2006
Intro: "I brought you a cigarette," said the raspy voice when you were just inches from his face. You put the cigar between his fingers and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
Note: It took me years to write this episode. Many blocks are not good. Fortunately, this episode turns out to be the longest ever published. ^ ^

Episode 8: nothing became everything
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"Look what I found in the cereal, beauty of the beautiful sky! "you said aloud with a great and desimmediately saw him more handsome than usual. "No more drugs for you," I said with her beautiful voice and his handsome lips and blue eyes even more handsome.

bite your lip. "I promise no more drugs ... if you promise me that you dance with me all the songs that come on this CD I found, thanks to the tale of happiness in the cereal box." Camus

laughed for a moment their mocking laughter, the giggles of Mi-Bee-Happy (not to say boyfriend again) Is-In-Full-Ride. "There are two very important things we have to take into account, Milo. The first is ... I hate dancing. And the second is ... in fact, hate dance. "

You drew near and left a resounding kiss on her cheekor face steadily, as beheld. "Why are you so beautiful, Camus? Seriously. "You stole the water from the fountain of beauty and you injected into your veins?"

"is the source of youth

, Milo," I corrected. "also from that taken? No wonder you're so ... well . Gods blessed the abdomens super beautiful blue eyes. "Camus

laughed again. If marijuana could laugh so hard you did, then you were going to become a drug addict. "I think you need sleep." Gently push your body forward to get up and he got up too. When standing, took the edge of his black shirt between your fingershead and sighed in frustration, but on her lips was still smiling. "Let's make a deal. If I dance with you, you swear that you'll stop bothering with that? " nods. "Deal."



* * *

The music CD was horrible. Were supposed to be remixes of current issues, but blends were one thing out of hell, well, never should have left the hell to start.

"Someone should kill shot and who mixed those songs," said the state still in high-esque.

"They should put him in the ass songs, sue and after kill shot," Camus said. CHTM
nt, the mood changed in the room. Started dancing like there was a slow ballad or a song on the stereo instead of a shoddy remix of Madonna's latest song. "Camus?"
took a few minutes to answer, perhaps because he was adjusting to the sudden quiet that had arisen between them. "Uhm?"
"Do you think you and I are together forever?" He asked softly, gently.

continued swaying to the rhythm of an imaginary music for twenty seconds. "For you, how long is forever?" I asked in a low volume well.

you come off its body by a few inches and looked at his eyes ... you were smiling ... because sometimes their responseswas the effect of marijuana what allowed you to undress and kiss and touch and kiss and touch more and ... say, "I want to be inside you."

To your surprise, then Camus did not say anything to your request just looked at your eyes for a moment and nodded his head gently. Then allowed to do what you had in mind. Do not put up any resistance when you took your clothes slowly and then take off yours and did not oppose when your body entered his or you started to move into it with a slow pace.

was the first time, every time they had been together, that you were in charge of the situation, you were not who received it who was, at the moment of climax you will notfrom your lips and you came to Camus while the mouth remove smoke. "I brought you a cigarette," said the raspy voice when you were just inches from his face. You put the cigar between his fingers and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Share with your friend," you told piercingly blue eyes.

sneak between people and the place you left.


* * *
Five minutes after you met at the entrance of the alley on the left, which was a mere dead left side of the club that everyone wanted to have sex could go and do just that . Everyone knew the Alley of the Left and what happened there if you decided to enter.
had nothing in mind when they started to walk down this alley you've never entered before, or was perhaps you had a single image in your head: Camus dancing with someone else. Something in your chest burned with the intensity of a flame, you could not even breathe. I started to feel dizzy and felt a strange tingling on the tip of your hands.
Around you'd see silhouettes of unknown bodies emitting groans and sounds of pleasure, silhouettes positions were too vulgar for your eyes, silhouettes refuge in other to discharge their sexual tension that consumed.

You stopped a second to take a deep breath and freshen your mind and your lungs, and it was only that smallORT important event that happened only once in five years: snow was so rare as seeing a McDonalds to sell pizza.

You left to see the landscape from the window of your apartment and walked into the room to take your burgundy sweater and wear it. Consider for a moment to find the umbrella that you were sure Laureta had stopped somewhere the last time I had been there, but the truth was that I wanted to do and, more importantly, be late for coffee.

You left your department, who was on the first floor, and stepped into the street. It was a matter of being perhaps a dozen seconds walk by that street you were completely soaked. Looked at the ground while walking to avoid being caYear more water in the face. Probably, Aldebaran, your boss, "I scold when I saw so wet and sloppy, but do not really care.

Nor care what might happen to the world at that time, do not care about people, the atmosphere, your body ... nothing. Just wanted to wander through life without a fixed target, without having to answer to anyone, without having to comply with any obligation. Everyone could die if you were, all but Laureta ... needed someone to share the beer ...

"Milo."

looked up when someone gave your name across the street. Someone who everyone called Camus. At the time that they would recognize, from the big coto get to be near you. "I should not have."
Was that all he had to say in his defense? His chest pushed back hard when he was at your fingertips. "You hate dancing, Camus! Do not tell me it meant nothing. You think I'm an idiot? You've never danced with me for one damn time. "
" Sure I danced with you, if you had not been so high yesterday, perhaps would remember that we danced together in the living room of my apartment. "

eyes narrowing. "What are you talking about?"

"Yesterday, yes, we danced together ..." It added nothing more.

You looked at the floor and you spent your hand on your forehead so that the water in your hair does not fall more forlines on your face. "I do not remember, but ... even if you remember, that's no excuse to dance with someone else, because you're my ..." You looked fixedly at his eyes, trying to extract an answer in her eyes that made you feel better, something to erase the your heart the feeling that he had been confined there since yesterday, a confirmation that you could finish the sentence, saying he was your boyfriend. "What are we, Camus?"

If you had not been so high the previous day, maybe would have remembered that he had already admitted, or at least that as a joke, which was an important step, that you were her boyfriend .

"What do you think we are, Milo?"

sighed in frustration. "You know what? I will not go atalles taking your hand, do not call every evening, I will not give you flowers, Milo. "

" In short, do not care what you have to do with me. "

" I never said that. I care a lot, but definitely things I will not promise I will not comply, I will not do that nonsense to think you're important, I will not stop being me, I'm not going to change ... or for you or anyone. "

Close one of your hands into a fist and reopened. "I guess I'm not going to change, Camus." There was nothing else to do or say, right? It's one of those situations to be closed by more than one wants to leave open. He left your lips a long and weary sigh. "I went to the Alley of the Left," confor hand, it is because I also want to do it. No one is forcing me. "With that said, came closest to you, left a kiss on your cheek and began walking toward the other side of the street, disappearing among the raindrops falling from the sky continually, which had been spectator of all their talk.

Sometimes you wonder if you should have to have apologized at that time. The next day, when you looked at Camus in his apartment, not found, so we decided to look at the bar. It was not much your surprise when you found one of the bathrooms kissing and letting other play for a third.

Your visits to the Alley of the Left began to be constant.

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The two walked towards you and giving you a goodbye hug and some gentle back blows, then walked over and gave her Camus kiss on the cheek and a hug goodbye.
Over time you learn that 'equal' and Camus were best friends and something else, like brothers but blood ties as accessories but without commitments, such as mixed but no milk chocolates. Or something. Even the department in which he lived was a gift Camus that 'equal' had given him in his last birthday. Peers have much money, his father was president of a major cell phone.you enter the door to his apartment as well. "I'm not following, Camus." Answered with a weary sigh. "It seems like I do, but I've never done."

He stopped his steps and turned to say, "Do not want you here, go away."

Walk to it and tried to take a hand to his cheek, wanted to give a kind of consolation. "I will not go, you know."

He turned his face so that your touch will slip through the space between them. "Really, I will not repeat it again. I want you out. "He repeated with harsh words. "It was not your fault, Camus." I made sure your voice and had no complaint, just trying to make him see clearly what had happened. Nothing hnce was his fault. He gave you back immediately and took one of the many bottles that rested on the table. "If not today, it happened the other day, and you know it. Dinand was lucky that your father had not beaten before, was lucky enough to take care of her for so long and receiving the blows that up to him to-"
" What part do not understand go away? "I spit these words boiling ice.
Ignore your comment and went on talking, "If anything was my fault because you were with me when we were beating, when," Camus

full force threw the bottle at the silhouettes of the wall. His breathing was troubled when you focus your eyes on him after watching as the liquidIAST not have a bottle in your hands to wave it around against the silhouettes too.

Maplestory Ring Of Moon Stone Episode 6: I can leave?

Author: Hakuchou
Publication Date: March 20, 2006
Intro: There was a pause. "Your shift ends at six. Do I spend it for you? "

Episode 6: I can leave?
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love for you If only you could stop feeling this gray blanket on your skin ... if only it made sense to awaken in the morning ... if only I had a reason breathing ... unfortunately there was no future goal or a bright orange light that will attract attention and to lift heavy and slow the universe in which you lived granted. Everything was automatic

We heard the other side of the line. After two months without hearing that voice was there again. Two long months of not hearing the doorbell so peculiar, so soft but so masculine, so melodic yet so blunt, but as painful as yours. A voice that never expected to discuss a response. "Can you come to my apartment?"

closed your eyes. Two months apart and again lay before you a free ticket to return to the mess that was their relationship. "I can not. I have to work. "I replied.

There was a pause. "Your shift ends at six. Do I spend it for you? "

you surprised that he knew your schedule, I was surprised that he wants to be you had never been for you to work anywhere. Attachrga and agonizing pause. "Okay." A free ticket to return to the mess that was their relationship, but which, in turn, was the most intense and sharp that had circulated in your veins. The only true love I knew was an absolute waste.



* * * At work

You kept watching the clock. It was about to be six and did not know if you wanted to advance or stop time forever. Serve two bad coffee and Aldebaran, your boss scolded you for being so distracted, but you could not help it, had a head full of questions, doubts, question marks with metal spikes on the edges.

you really wanted to go back to Camus? The answer was always yes, but now thatwork its chest. Windy, therefore, that immediately saved your hands on your jacket.

It was 6:17. I wondered if he would claim for having delayed in leaving.

"You had a rough day?" That was the response that came from his lips, and his voice was gentle and low volume, with a tinge of concern as if you really want to know the answer and not a question of routine or forced greetings. Indeed he believed, it seemed that I wanted to have an answer.

Walk two steps toward him. Looked to the side of the street, then the other. "What you want, Camus?" You said while watching a woman crossing the street with a child holding her hand.

A break of tris seconds. "My car is at the main entrance. You come with me? "Was removed from the car he was busy and you held out his hand.

You looked at his hand as if a hand had never seen before. Did you took your hand? Do you really want both hands should be subjected? Never in your wildest fantasies, you thought you'd look to perform that action, much less want to do it.

His hand stopped waiting and just took yours. Immediately clasped his fingers with yours and started walking toward the car, his car, which was in the main entrance.

If you had known that this would be the only time in their relationship were to hold hands, maybe you'd put Pegament yours never let go when the car arrived and everyone had to walk to their corresponding side of the car. Walking with your hand in yours was one of the first orgasms you had in which untapped pleasure, but of pure and exquisite tenderness.

* * * "Where do we go?" You asked after twenty minutes on the road. You saw the car window how the leaves of large trees shook with the passage of air rage.

"Why do you always have so many questions?" I said quietly and some humor as his hands took the wheel and driving on the highway that took from the city. One of those hands had held your own for twenty minutes.things go Maybe I was not ready to listen.

course, was the first time he told you something so ... revealing. I've never said I love you I love you or like you or me. Nothing. Anything that will show you what he really felt or thought of you. All assumptions were yours: sometimes you were sure you knew all the codes to decipher, but there were many others who had no idea what the hell was going on inside. I told him this was a big step was to bring down a big wall between them, was perhaps the only one I love you you were going to receive from you.

no surprise to you that was enough.

Your eyes began to fill with tears, suddenly, your voice was cornered by cold steel walls algo. You took a deep breath. "He has years not swim in the sea," he said in a whisper because you knew he was not going to answer anything that you had said.

And so, leaving the issue of 'us' to one side, you took a piece of the sleeve sweater Camus, you left the car and started walking toward the edge of the beach, pulling you Camus.

Walking on the sand reminded you that have not yet walked on land, but who the hell cared?, All that mattered was that I was waiting for the sea and were not going to miss the appointment.
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When your feet contact with the first waves, when they wet your ankles, Camus was a step backwards. For some strange reason I feltste feel safer by Camus behind you, you feel even stronger, I was tempted to challenge the sea. Walked some more, were made more in the water that was soaking the clothes more and more of both, and was slower market The deeper step.

They stopped when the water came up to her waist. Release Camus sleeve sweater and looked around for a moment: your right side was the horizon, your left side was sand, the car, the palm trees.

Then you look at your clothes. Your pants weighed three kilos more to be in the water and the fabric is adhered to your body like a second skin. Your shoes felt like they were scouring the inside, which is contracted each time you put weight onbeauty that he created you and being together made you want to drown in the sea in which they embraced.

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when something happens at this point? Do not be ridiculous. "Laureta was direct in nature. Everyone, at first glance, I saw a girl rude and cruel ... which was not wrong. With his trademark make-up, sinfully red lips, her hair is always untidy and always black clothes, Laureta was the kind of person who walks bluntly and is able to tell the truth even if it hurts like a thousand hells. Clear that this had created a reputation for not having a heart and therefore did not have many friends, who had counted on the fingers of one hand.

Not that you had dozens of friends either, if you were sincere, Laureta was your only true friend was the one who had stood next to you on the good things and bad, was the one who alwayswas there to listen. "I met someone last Friday." She smiled
immediately. "Who? Is it cute? Did you know? Why do not you tell me? "He said all those words in less than two seconds.
You took a little beer, your first drink all night. "A guy I met while waiting for the bus. Yes, it's the most beautiful thing I've seen in my life, I swear. No, do not know. And I told you because ... does not matter. "

" You're saying it's the most beautiful thing you see and then say it does not matter. Obviously, you need some alcohol in your system because you're not being consistent. "I offered a bottle of beer. "You need to take a little more of this."would continue to insist until you count every little detail of what had happened. Preferred to end torture once and for all. "It's called Camus and I slept with him that day." Laureta opened his eyes on rudeness. "What? I thought I heard that you slept with him

. "

Sighs, if only you could change you table and ignore the questions we knew would come from his lips. You looked around to see if there were any empty place where you could escape. Unfortunately, your eyes landed on ... "No way." "What?" Laureta immediately noticed your face pale. "What?"

Your heart started beating fast inside your chest. "Et is here. "

" Who, who's here? "Laureta not understand anything.

you rise from your chair and walked to another table that was in one corner.




* * * "Hello," said raising a bit no more the sound of your voice. The murmur of the people was stronger the longer the night wore on, perhaps because of the alcohol that was accumulating in their systems.

"I can help you?" Was the immediate response of the lips that had left tiny kisses on your back on Friday.

Your lips were silent for a second, took them by surprise with that response. "I'm Milo." Finally responded.

There was another pause.I repeat, is there something that can help you? "

eyes narrowing. Your words left your mouth tinged protest and claim. "No you called me. I left my number on the television. "Perhaps he had not realized that you left a napkin with your name and phone number on the TV in the room just before leaving his apartment last Friday.

"I guess I lost it." I replied and looked away.

"You better go, man." It was only then that you realized that there were two people sitting in the same table with him, two identical guys with dark blue hair and fine faces, one of two people was what I told you tand march.

ignored the comment that I had done and looked back to your kid's bus stop. "I can give you the number again if you lost it." Perhaps he had not watched television all week and so had not seen your number, perhaps the towel fell to the floor and he thought it was garbage and never realized that had written something there, or maybe you were all week thinking about that night and imagined that was special when it seemed that he had not been.

"Really, go back to your table." Now it was the second of the two above mentioned people who told you to leave them alone.

You looked around and stopped the waiter who was passing at that time aside tUyo. You took the pen used to write down the orders and you leaned over the table to take the right hand of Camus, who was holding a beer. "Lest we forget again." Jalaste his hand to you and your body bent a little on the table too. Giraste up the palm of his hand and wrote on the inside of your arm, your name and phone number.

let loose his hand, looked him straight in the eye for three seconds and started walking toward the bar. Needed a tequila or something, something else to rip you already started to burn the throat and chest.
* * *
Laureta thankful that was not visible when you sit in one of the bar stools. In the meintertwined in the bar. "Did you think that you would call to see if you had arrived home safely?" I said it as if it were actually impossible, as if it were the most ridiculous and stupid in the world, but at the same time, there was no mockery or sarcasm in his voice .

"Then you're a jerk to everyone." Answered by looking at you now your hands. Learned in that time many things Camus, realizing he was not like anyone, he was a very different philosophy of life that we all play in their lives.

was a few minutes of silence until he said, "I invite you another drink."

"No, thanks." Giraste have replied and a bit to see if you saw Laureta.

"Then I invite you to my department

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ENAR vacuum or to start a conversation. So he was and did not know if he was aware that most of the time was quiet, did not know if he was aware that his day had little prayers.

Sometimes you stayed for an answer, sometimes you see it straight while the two were together ... you see it and you wondered what was going through his head, wanted to enter his mind and look with a flashlight all the ideas that you knew were stamped the walls of his brain and, for some strange reason, they were always there, it came to light.

He was never words or questions or answers.

"Will you be my boyfriend?" You said one day that the two were sitting in thelooking at the ceiling. At least you had an answer that night, you knew why you felt obliged to ask if she wanted to be your boyfriend, had been his eyes. Yes, that was what you did ask such a thing. He had painted the outline of your eyes with black eyeliner, just a thin line around them, that resulted in the blue exploded into hundreds of intensities that had previously remained hidden. It looked as if it were muddy to the most demanding skin adjectives describing human beauty.
again took the cigar to his lips and continued smoking.
No further exchange of words that night. You fell asleep on the couch watching smoking.

Camus was a great silence of disgustingly amazing blue eyes. His silence on that night became embroiled in a whole concept and answers silent words silent since, from that time, the 5th of each month, he began to paint the eyes with black eyeliner. It was the only day I used the liner, any other day, only 5. I never used black liner as the answer was yes and wear it every day 5 was his way of celebrating without sound that met together each month.

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head and took the cigar box that sat on the table. With a tired sigh, he said slowly, "Thank you for making me waste so much time in this stupid relationship."

Camus came to the same table and sat in the chair opposite Milo. "It was a pleasure," said the same tired and died the same tone. "I'd say do it again, but the truth is that I'd be grossed out having to spend much time with you again."
words How much could scratch the love between them? How strong was her love to be able to withstand these sentences full of pain? Milo took a cigarette from the pack and looked at him a moment before placing it between his lips, "Who would say that I spent many afternoonsmoment Camus had wanted to stop, but when Milo was aware that he had made such a motion, which had advanced half a step in the direction of Camus, paused for a moment and redirected his steps back to the table.

Camus put the jacket. "Will not you say goodbye to me?" He said with a sarcastic laugh of surprise. "Besides being an idiot, do you also are very rude?"

Milo looked up from the table. He bit his lower lip to reduce the evil grin on his face exploded upon hearing the sentence full of boiling acid. "You ..." She started to say fun, and then took steps long and agile to get a few inches away from the lips of Camus. "... A nobody," saidin a whisper, thick liquid. When he placed his lips on Camus, the bit subtly, gently ... was a soft kiss that magically, despite being slow and almost sweet, managed to draw blood from the lower lip of Camus.

* * * Camus
out his tongue and licked his own blood, looking at him with narrowed eyes, smiling in turn. "But dance around my finger." He grabbed his sleeve and made him crouch with action, to moisten with hot breath of the ear lobe. "You're trapped and that bothers you." I dropped as if burned, spreading it immediately. Milo cried his eyes a thousand insults, a thousand humiliations inflicted thought if I kept

Prom Dresses Under 50 Dollars Episode 2: Everything will be fine

Author: Hakuchou
Date: February 6, 2006
Enter: Bring your view on the subject of hair blue-questioning, "Are you talking to me?"

Episode 2: Everything will be fine
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"Are you following me?" I asked as the water flowed with sour tenderness on his face fine roads.

You looked around to see if the question had been issued to someone else ... but you were the only human being nearby. Bring your view on the subject of hair blue-questioning, "Are you talking to me?" If I snly had known that this scene happen again in your future, they might have acted differently, even today, you wonder what would have happened if you had ignored his question that day, what would you today if you had not answered that question , which was issued with a light veil of affirmation and fun on his part.

"I saw you in the library and then in the cafeteria. Now you're here too. "I said.

smiling at his words, because the tone that he used to say to you was so ... simple, so childlike, so empty of charge. Still you wonder if he imagined what would trigger their innocent charges for both. "It seems I'm a stalker, that I'm following ... but I'm not doing, jsible smile more, but you did, smiled to the point that you hurt your cheeks, "What is your name?"

"Why suddenly so many questions?" I said in a serious tone. You

finally laughed, "Tell me now."

smiled. "Everyone tells me Camus, so I guess that's the answer you want."

Yes, he was the answer I'd long sought.

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and that he is talking to you, but your voice slid through a channel of rocks and thorns when you answered, "Are you talking to me?" Your question has turned into a ravine and fell over the cliff, was not taken into account by your ears or registered by your brain. With sharp eyes, ready to tear apart atoms and molecules, I said, "You're following me." It was a statement, was a statement ...

It was as if he had been informed of something you did not know, as if he had been warning that had been following him because you were so stupid to not realize for yourself.

course it was something you knew, of course you knew that you had been following days ago, but one thing is that supiRo a second and turned his head to the other side of the street to the road would take him away yet again from you. After a few seconds, he again returned his gaze to you and just when you thought it was going to leave, started walking toward you.

gave five strides and was suddenly in front of you, his eyes were only a foot from your eyes. I stared and felt chills when I noticed the black liner resting on the edge of his eyes so spectacularly majestic, infinitely pristine and beautiful. "Sorry," he said. He asked forgiveness of his beauty, to him, the love they shared was not long. "I can not help loving you," One of his fingers on your lips fall silent

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opened his eyes to rudeness. "What? I thought I heard that you slept with him. "

Episode 6:
" I can leave?
There was a pause. "Your shift ends at six. Do I spend it for you? " Episode 7:
The book of my life broken


" What seems to do? ... I'm getting this. "The this showed you a marker was black. Episode 8: A
nothing became everything


"I brought you a cigarette," said the raspy voice when you were just inches from his face. You put the cigar between his fingers and gave him a bthat on the cheek. Episode 9:
do not know how to let go


Do you hear the sound of my heart beats?

How To Hide Cable Wire On Wall Enter the world of LJ

is time to clarify certain terms that will be very useful from now on:

- Livejournal. Is the same as LJ, but I sometimes call him Jack or Ele equally ridiculous things cute. And good is a website dedicated to create a day as this.

- input. An entry of LJ is like a sheet of notebook is the part where you write.

- Post . Instead of writing on a sheet, a " postea an entry", so as they say in this world of LJ, but it is the same.

- Fandom. Is somewhat difficulteasy to define, even there are trials in LJ fandom trying to explain it, but if I had to summarize, a fandom is a group of people who are fond of a certain topic. This LJ fandom then it belongs to Saint Seiya, more specifically to the fandom of Milo / Camus shippers.

- Shipper . They are couples who are in a fandom.

- LOL. We apologize in advance if you like crazy LOL posting in my journal, but it is widely used in LJ. Laughs Out Loud means, or is something funny, is "makes me laugh."


first thing you need to know about LJ is: is Fantabulous. Unfortunately, not many people know about America'stub and then there is much activity as there is in English, for example. I should mention that this is one of the main reasons also why I decided to change my page to LJ, because I wish more people who speak English to join the fandom.


What's Livejournal?
's almost a diary, where you can post what it wants, from what happened to the day to images or stories (as in my case). You see, LJ Myspace was invented before, and in my opinion, is a hundred times better than any other blog / journal that exists today.

I would recommend then that will create your account on Livejournal right at this very moment. Why? Because after several months can go back and read your entries and see what happened at the time of your life, because you can make beautiful little icons like the one at the top of this page (the color says Hakuchou yellow), because you can add friends and read your post because, well tambiény all-you can fix your LJ with various styles to make it look nice.



How do I leave a comment? The
name to know who wrote it. : D

If you have LJ account, you must select where it says "User Livejournal, there will be asked to enter the name of your sesióny your password.

Finally, we need to click on "Submit Comment" and ready. ;)
How do I create an account, how my friends added to my 'friends list'?, I do not understand anything. not hesitate to go to the following address is the question and answer section of the LJ page, which will surely help you more than me. ;) & Amp; nbsp;

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