1 mars 2013

Hello dear readers,

It’s time to know a little about be.

Age: 29 years. (Never too old to love cartoon.)

Country: Canada

Province: Quebec

I speak: 1er: French 2e: English

Sex: Male

Actual situation: I just abandon a session of university because of the protestation in my university. (Sucks but this is the life. Hope it won’t be for 1 year.)

Transformers:

Favorite character: Starscream (Prime) and Knock Out (Prime).

Character I like: Bumblebee (Prime), Bulkhead (Prime), Lugnut (Animated), Megatron (Prime)

Character I dislike: ()

Character I hate: Knock Out (Prime): It’s because I hate him that I love him.

Favorite show: Transformers Prime (Of course)

Sailor Moon (Don’t judge me.)

Dans une galaxie près de chez vous (Doesn’t exist in english) (Made in Quebec)

Chaotic: I love the variety of character.

Recent News (1 April 2019): Starting now, there will be two stories that I will focus on. The others are still on Hiatus or Abandonned.

1. Earth Battlefield Season 3: This season will be heavier than the two previous seasons when the Arcs will reached their conclusions. It will be much more different than the show, especially if you reached The Boy and His F(r)iend and How We Became Hundred Demons.

The First Arc is basically planned out and here's the event. Here are the character focus list of this Arc: Act 1: The Fiend Manifestation

Episodes Focus: 2 for Gao, 2 for Tasuku, 1 for Tetsuya and Terumi, 1 Zanya, 1 Kuguru and Baku, 2 for Ikazuchi and Yamigedo, 1 for Hanako.

After the first episode, the release rhythm will be around 1 or 2 weeks per part, but I'll try and aim for one week, but the number of words will be the double than season 1 and two minimum.

2. This story is currently being searched for and how to put it. I'm not sure which series it will be for now. One thing is sure, once I start this one, I will go until the end.

It is important enough to share it.

COPY THIS IN YOUR PROFILE !

One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school.His name was Kyle. It looked like he was carrying all of his books.I thought to myself, 'Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd.' I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.

As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt. His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye. As I handed him his glasses, I said, 'Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives.' He looked at me and said, 'Hey thanks!' There was a big smile on his was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before. He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before. We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid. I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends. He said yes.We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him. Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again.I stopped him and said, 'Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!' He just laughed and handed me half the books. Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends.. When we were seniors we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown and I was going to Duke. I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor and I was going for business on a football scholarship. Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd. He had to prepare a speech for graduation.I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak. Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great.He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him. Boy, sometimes I was jealous! Today was one of those days.I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, 'Hey, big guy, you'll be great!' He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. 'Thanks,' he said. As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began, 'Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach... but mostly your friends... I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story.' I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home. He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. 'Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable.' I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile. Not until that moment did I realize it's depth. Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person's life. For better or for worse. God puts us all in each others lives to impact one another in some way. Look for God in others.

You now have two choices, you can :1) Put this on your profile or 2) Forget you read this and act like it didn't touch your heart. As you can see, I took choice number 1.

This is a true story. A girl died in 1933. A man buried her in the ground when she was still alive. The murderer chanted,"Toma sota balcu" as he buried her. Now that you have read the chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this in your profile, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded.

A girl died in 1933. A man buried her in the ground when she was still alive. The murderer chanted,"Toma sota balcu" as he buried her. Now that you have read the chant, you will meet this little girl. In the middle of the night she will be on your ceiling. She will suffocate you like she was suffocated. If you post this in your profile, she will not bother you. Your kindness will be rewarded. for yoU