Mr Lucifer

by Lauren Roodt

I thought about you today,
The old feelings of despair returned as though it were yesterday.
My swollen fingers fumbled for you in the dark
Where your sharp words and silver tongue were always
within arms reach waiting to lick at my flesh.
I saw my face reflected in your alluring eyes as I lay
outstretched on my bed drenched in the moonlights sweat
Turning your blade in my hands.

As if you would stop me I spoke aloud.
You relish the fact that you command me like a puppet
I believed that you had my best interests at heart but you only subdue my pains to trap me
into feelings of worthlessness and hate
You fed on my blood
Making me weaker with every turn
waiting for me to tumble over the edge into oblivion.

Your grey reflection lied to me as the red sap oozed from my veins
"Come on! Do it! Do it! Forget about your past, I'll pave the way..."

I thought of you today, as the
Web of addiction became too strong to bear,
I felt the eight destructive legs of death taking hold of my limbs again.
You promised to set me free from this world of violence and conviction,
that which you cause.
You captivated me as I slowly continued drawing you across my skin.

I thought of you today, as
I realised that I did not know myself
that I was living under your power and that you had taken over.
You pulsed through my body and distracted my thoughts.
You are a control freak,
Living the life that I could not call my own.
I thought it was my life but the devastation had killed me
I wished to destroy you but your force was too strong.
I had no say in the matter, my life was not my own.

You have manipulated me like a rag doll,
and when you grew tired you cast me aside.

But someone heard my cries for hep...
"Dear God, take control of my life, before it takes control of me."

Goodbye Mr Lucifer, now I am free.

Mission Zion

III of III: Salvation or Annihilation

I apologise for my delay in writing the final piece of the prophecy. The only way I can try explain why there was this delay, is by telling you what I have just been through. Upon finishing translating the Himradoric scroll a portal opened up in front of my very eyes. I wish I could recount what my eyes witnessed there, but the Tallests have ordered me to not interfere with your worlds’ problems.

The end is close at hand; your fate is nearly sealed. I have said this before, you stand now at a cross road where one path leads to your species salvation and the other total annihilation. What I can do for you, however is describe the two possible endings in hope that you will make your choice more wisely.

Annihilation: The Earth is divided into 4 armies; each fighting for dominance of the planet. In the process of the war the Earth, it can only be described as dies... a great fire burns the world to cinders along with everything in it, and for millennia the Earth remains a smouldering planet of ash, dust and rock. Nothing grows, the sun remains blocked out by the smoke. Eventually the sun dies too, creating a vacuum that sucks your entire solar system in.

Salvation: The people of this planet see the error of their ways, peace reigns for a thousand years, and in that time every species on this planet is bred and placed on a massive star cruiser that has every environment known to this planet. Using the information told to you through the Himradoric scroll, you prepare to depart from this solar system to colonise deep space when the sun dies.

The rest I cannot say, I was not permitted to see further. I trust you will make the right choice...

II of III The shape of things to come

After looking through more of the Forerunner Scrolls, I see that the seemingly apocalyptic vision of the future is not confined to earth and the human species alone. This Himradoric scroll was written for all those fledgling races out there who went down similar paths to your race.

There is mention of a race of beings called the “Ill’Kheathi”, which means “The Children of the Stars” in your earth tongue. The Ill’Kheathi started their existence much the same as humans, they built cities, interstellar transport and found cures for every disease. The Ill’Kheathi met their demise when they began thinking they were the most powerful beings in their universe, they saw themselves as being god-like, and like you, they had read the Himradoric scroll too, but they did not heed the warning, they thought it was a myth. Soon after, the Ill’Kheathi disappeared without a trace, with only the living Himradoric scroll to document their existence.

You are probably wondering how this applies to you? This is going to be your fate, your people are not changing despite my warnings. Eventually this earth will be drained of everything, it will dry out and be engulfed in fire, and you and your people will disappear. Judging by your history, how you humans exploited every natural resource you had, you would slaughter animals for no reason other than their skin, leaving the meat to rot, you send huge nets into the ocean trying to catch tuna, and when you pull the nets up you kill all the fish in it only to throw anything that’s not tuna into a heap to rot.

Does your species even deserve life? I think I can see how the end of the prophecy will be for you...

I of III Prologue

There is a primal question in us all; the question of how everything will end. Recently I came across an ancient Himradoric scroll, left for the xel’shorian by the ancient Forerunner. These provided some answers to this question, however, I feel it is necessary for you all to hear the history that precedes this vision of the end. Your human race has run its course, you have burned, destroyed and wasted everything you were given. You spent your energy perusing selfish desires, partaking in immoral acts and squandering the planet that should belong to all that live in it. The Ancients knew this would happen, and they foresaw your fate. They left this one prophesy that I have translated for you, however, the last part is missing...

Two millennia shall life flourish
A world of spirits wrapped in rock and flame
And the Great Creator shall turn his head
To the destructive ways, of the once cherished

One Decade of evil and strife
The earth shall darken and none know why
The end now is nigh
For the children that burned their way

Three xel’shorians find the truth
And attempt to correct their ways
From their efforts hope is conceived
And their fate then rests in their own hands


The Forerunner, I think, left the last piece out because there are two possible endings. Either the human race ignores the warnings and annihilates themselves, or they try and change in order to ensure their survival.

I will continue to try and decipher these scrolls. Watch this space, my young initiates, and you will find the answers you need.

Keep your peepers posted

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I(n)balance

by Lauren Roodt
I’m a loser aren’t I? It’s a Friday night and I am staying in. My friends call me the mom of the group. I stay in (too often), I worry when they get too drunk and I say words like “poofy” and “silly nana”.

But honestly, I have a good reason. This week has been a nightmare and the following is going to be even worse. Suddenly my life picks up speed. Why now?! My life reminds me of my Gran’s old Mazda. It was slow on the incline but the minute the peak (mid-year) was reached it accelerated at a rate of knots. That old ducky flew by so fast that you eye hardly registered the white streak the fleeing before you. I’ve been tied to the back of that speeding car door and it’s not stopping until next week Friday. If I’m lucky. Ha!

So here I sit, stuck in my room (am i allowed to say stuck if it’s voluntary?). Again I attempt to learn the six pages of Japanese vocab. Again I think of my sociology essay and again, oh yes, again my thoughts dodge the gaping mouth of Xhosa orals next week which promise to swallow me alive.

Meetings have abruptly become an unwelcome consumer of my time and more and more people seem to demand my attention (I’m not vain). Again, I have to start keeping a diary- an activity that I hate! I loathe being ordered. And once more I am tied to the burdens that rest on my back labelled- “Exams. Advance with caution.”

But, there does seem to be an upside to all this stress. The weekend. A chance to party (boy, I am such a hypocrite), the opportunity to relax and this weekend a special treat... our res awards evening. A night for our friends to exposes each other’s most embarrassing moments. Why do I hear whispers of dirty forty year olds and addictions? I’ll never tell. Haha.

It is with every up-hill that there is a down-hill. Each week of stress brings promise of a weekend. I will not say a weekend of freedom. The rate at which you accelerate down the hill towards your freedom only determines the speed at which you will hit the bottom. My advice... maintain a moderate pace. Do your work consistently and stay in on Friday nights if you can stomach it. When you reach the bottom you will be glad that you have built a cushion of protection.

Just beacuse im paranoid, doesn't mean im not being followed...

I'm an Oppidan and the most part of my day entails me walking to and from my digs, this could be on varying hours of the day of course. With these sometimes day but mostly night walks, I have found myself to be growing ever the more paranoid about my surroundings and whether in fact I am being followed, by humans or even something more bizarre.

As I walk down Beaufort Street, I always get the feeling that I am not alone, as though something or someone is following me. Now mind you even though the thought of this does not spark great feelings of comfort from within, it does somehow get me asking the question, what is the distinction between paranoia and actual fact. People seem to somehow dismiss other people's thoughts that they are not willing to buy into as either paranoia or just plain stupid. Wonder how you'll feel if one day I get kidnapped by that very things that's been following me, hope you are all wracked with guilt.

But on a serious note, whats real and whats not. whose real and whose not? Did i really write this article or is some spirit manifesting itself through me, trying to show you my fellow Rhodents that it exists. Why do we believe the 'things' that are presented to us as truths??? all i know is that just because I may be paranoid, doesn't mean I'm not being followed

Lies, damn lies and statistics

by Lauren Roodt
Am I the only one who chose Rhodes instead of WITS because I was under the illusion that it was a quaint little place with relatively safe surroundings? Whoa, was I falsely informed! The year started off with an explosion of rapes. Now we are moving towards muggings on campus, attacks in town and even more rapes. Things are happening which should be beyond any reasonable human's capability and they are getting worse. Our Student Zone reads three stories on crime affecting our students. What type of message is this sending to future Rhodents?

I have noticed that CPU (Campus Protection Unit) have put up more SOS buttons but are these going to make any difference? Yes, it is very reassuring to know that you can hit a button to call for help when the next sub-humanoid leaps in front of you, but when push comes to shove how many of these attacks happen in the vicinity of the SOS buttons? Not many I recon. "Use in case of emergency". But when does something become an emergency? Is it only once you have been pulled to the ground and pinned down and had the blood sucked from your veins? To refer to Cannibals story "Just because I'm paranoid doesn't mean I'm not being followed...": If one is feeling insecure are they entitled to push these buttons? An ejector button in a space ship is there to be pushed before the aircraft crashes... surely these buttons should work in the same way.

With the rapid swell of crime in Grahamstown I believe we need act before the emergency arrives. There is no use in hitting the emergency button once you have been stripped of all your possessions. Yes, it is stupid to go walking alone at night and perhaps we do put ourselves in places where only the dead would dare walk, but even so we should not have to walk around in fear of what is going to emerge from the next crack in the sidewalk.

But, before becoming hermits who refuse to leave our room we also need to remember that small towns have big impacts. Here, everybody knows everyone- it is then that nightmares become reality because it all hits closer to home.

Dilemma of the motor heads

Recently I was given a car by my Tallests (Parents to you earth-a-noids) and I filled it with pathetic, inefficient, polluting earth fuel and made the slow and inefficient journey to Rhodes. My feeling of elation could not be matched, for I had successfully completed a 1500km journey and hit 8 pedestrians on the way, but this joy was short lived, for when I arrived at my destination I saw there was an increase in the amounts of earth grubs (some call them students) who now possessed various pathetic earth vehicles. This resulted in a parking crisis for yours truly. I attempted to purchase the services of one of the pariahs on the streets to make sure the parking I was eyeing would not fall into the hands of one of my inferiors. However the job was not completed successfully and I had to dispose of my parking slave. So on a clouded evening I disposed of the corpse in the reservoir to further contribute to the pollution levels of the water... Sorry, I seem to be straying off my topic. When you are blessed with superiority over a certain species you find more time to worry about these important issues in life such as parking. However, let me continue. Thus I have attempted many other brilliant plans to acquire parking, such as destroying some of these earth vehicles, but for each one I dispose of there are two more that try hustle my parking. Is there anyone out there with a solution to parking problems? I might just have to swallow my pride (Heaven forbid) and ask the institution to make more space for earth vehicles to park. Pft, get real, that will never happen!

Finding Light in Dark Places Whilst Admiring the Moon Light

And here I stand, wincing the night away and kissing the lipless, which is a constant beginning of everything. Knowing that caring is creepy and causes a weird divide when turning in a square. Girl sailors don’t need sea legs or sleeping lessons when a comet appears, the past the pending, your algebra. Red rabbits can’t teach the new slang, contradictory to popular belief, and as the split needles and phantom limbs turn on me black waves appear, one by one all day... and as the young pilgrims pass, Saint Simon, but mine’s not a high horse, I guess we are all just pressed in a book that winds down those chutes to narrow, oh inverted world, why does nature bear such a vacuum? Could we perhaps use pink bullets in Australia? We built a raft and we floated, can you not remember Pam Berry, and we fell into a winter slide. Alas my seventh rib is gone for good to those bold city girls. Girl inform me, is this truly the celibate life? Those to come is the girl on the wing, and there are no barking sparrows, only emptiness to dwell upon. In the end we’re just left eating sties from elephant’s eyes. So says I!

Hyped!!

by Lauren Roodt
Tired? Tick. Bed? Yes please.Now? Hmmm maybe now-now. Wow, what do you know it's long past my bed time and yet I am still up. Why? I am procrastinating. I'm being stupid I know. I will regret this I am aware of it. I will get stressed- what's new. Haha. I am the master of procrastination. Tired? Tick. Sleepy? Jip. Bed? Totally. So why not?!? Um gotta check my Facebook.

I should be learning my Xhosa vocab. I should study for my soc test. I really should start my Ling assignment. I honestly need to start learning my Japanese. Oh so much to do so little time! LIES!

Procrastination: the act of delaying; inactivity resulting in something being put off until a later time. I am the master! I would rather sit here and type on my blog all night than write the darn essay or learn the list of vocab. Procrastination: the easiest thing you will ever learn at university. Need a crash course - ask me. I've been in the business for years.

My biggest tip. Don't do it! The truth... you will. How do you prepare yourself? You can't. So sit back, watch House, paint your nails, vacuum your room, do what ever it takes not to do your work!

ON A DIET!

Must everything make sense alway? I say that's where the most fun lies. Finding your way back to bein sane, questioning yourself wether you'll ever be the same person.

Thats what is going on, cal this a blog where you can vomit, just pour whatever you feeling or whatever happened on the site. If you are an compulsive liar then WELCOME!

Don't fight the design, this is not suppose feel like home- drop us a line and leave don't even check whether someone has commmented on your story move on.

IT ALL DOES NOT ADD UP! SO WHAT? DO WHAT U CAME HERE FOR.

Things that scream in the night

So Grahamstown is a safe town they say. This is the town that you can walk down the strets alone in the middle of the night. Theres's something always lurking around the corner whether it jumps out at you or it keeps quiet in its corner.

Grahamstown has never been safe it was all a myth, show me a safe town and i'll show you Simba pushing a pram. But crime has been on high alert lately. Just after the mugging by the Drama department there has been a raping by the Fronteirs Arm Hotel.

The victim is a student at Rhodes and was walking back from the labs in the early hours of the day. Students should take the precautions given by the universtiy.
Students should not walk alone at night and someone should know where you are.

Feeling Emo

by Lauren Roodt
One of the best things that Grahamstown offers is the movies. Now I know it's not quite right for a student to choose movies over Friars but, every once in a while when we are feeling a little lethargic, my girls and I pop down to the movies. This week we decided it was due time to pay them a little visit. After a tough week full of emotions and steep up hills it was exactly what I needed. You must have experienced a week like that - if not dear prospective first year- you will. Trust me. Hormones, work and the moon. A bad combo. (A small aside: I blame the moon for everything. If I spill my water it's the moon's fault, if I have a bad hair day- jip it's the moon.)

Anyway, lest I get more side tracked...

I stumbled blindly into this one. My friend Caroline has been waiting to see Bella for the past three months so we all happily skipped into the theatre _ BLINDLY. What I expected to be a happy chic flic turned out to be the final push on my emotions. It was the most beautiful, touching movie I have seen for a very long time but it certainly pushed me over the edge and the pressure of the last week seemed to gush out of my eyes before I could blink it back.

Girls (sorry boys but I don't think you fit in here) a good cry when under pressure is the best thing for clearing the varsity blues. It goes miles. That, coupled with a good mug of Vanilla Milk and the most expensive choc-chip biscuits I could find fixed me up for another month. So, find yourself a brilliant bunch of friends (if you can't I'll happily share mine) and make regular visits to the movies. Goes down well to the start of a good weekend.

Getting Down and Dirty

by Lauren Roodt

Ah, you have got to love us Ruth First girls. What a team we are! On Saturday a couple of our girls teamed up with the boys from Centenary to plant a veggie garden for Cynthia's Soup Kitchen in Joza. Cynthia feeds many children in the area by providing them with regular meals. If only we had more selfless people like her in the world.

Putting the little old bakkie in danger of defying legal carrying codes we all enthusiastically piled into the back. Benita balanced precariously on a rake while I steadied myself against the sharp edge of a spade. With our spades, rakes and watering cans my alter ego - farm girl came out to play. My body sang to have a spade in hand as I put my back into it to turn the soil. My nose flarred to take in as much of the smell of newly turned earth that it could and my fingers itched to dig deeper. Pressing the soil firmly around the baby seedlings was like sealing a promise to the children of good food and care our the next few weeks. So humbling.

Everybody was having a blast! Passers-by stopped to chat and give their advice and many asked when they could have us visit their gardens. It dawned on me how important it is to be able to speak isiXhosa and made me revisit the abandoned thought of taking it to second year. Although we could communicate roughly it would have been fascinating to speak to the vibrant young boys and to ask the old man with the crinkled yellow hat where he had been. It was beautiful to see us all getting stuck in with the common bond of producing something worthwhile.

Ruth First and Centenary are considering taking this on as a fixed project. We will help Ma-Cynthia to maintain the garden and to provide the necessary gardening tools she might need. We also hope to start up more gardens in other areas of Grahamstown. With 70% of our town unemployed we all need to pull our weight to reduce the massive amount of hungry kids.

African Attraction

Pictures: 1) Tarrah MacDonald on Safari 2) Tarrah in Malawi. The man proudly displaying his tongue is Happy Coconut (truth- that is his real name). Happy Coconut fell in love with Tarrah and sent her a love letter once she had returned to South Africa.

African Attraction

By Lauren Roodt

As the engines begin to warm up and the big body taxis down the tarmac Tarrah’s mind is more focussed on the weird sensation in her stomach than on the gum she is chewing to prevent her ears from getting blocked. She swallows hard as the lump of gum slips down her throat but continues to stare out the window. She pops back into reality as Emma pokes her and gives a little squeal of excitement. The assortment of feelings that Tarrah is experiencing is a delicious blend of excitement, anxiety and courage. “The media fills our heads with so much crap that I didn’t really know what to expect,” says Tarrah about South Africa. “My mom told me to eat as much as possible while in Canada because South African’s can only afford rice and pap,” says Tarrah, “That’s the type of stuff they tell us.”

Tarrah chose South Africa because it was the furthest place from home. Her first sight of Africa was while running through Johannesburg airport rushing to catch her next flight. “I didn’t even have time to think about all the advice people had given us like not to talk to strangers and not to put our bags down for a second” says Tarrah with a quizzical look on her face as if to say “stupid foreigners”. After a year in South Africa this leggy blonde is one of us. While driving along Port Elizabeth’s coast all that Tarrah could verbalise was “Whoa! This is Africa!” The only knowledge of Rhodes University that Tarrah had was of the community service programs which she wanted to get involved in. Everything else was a surprise.

Tarrah has involved herself in the Amasango Career Centre for street children where she spends two to three hours per week teaching the children basic skills. She find it difficult to pass one of her students on the street while she is out at night and not give him money, but she knows that it is better for them to go to the shelter where they are looked after. Tarrah has gained skills which will be invaluable to her education degree. “Teaching is just something I have always wanted to do, ey,” she says. She wishes people would embrace teaching because she has realised how diverse it is. “Teaching gives you the chance to work with children from all age groups and subjects and provides endless travel opportunities,” she boasts.

Tarrah has a hard time staying in one place and has travelled all of Southern Africa over the past year. She has not had time to be home sick for long. “I imagine it is the same for all first years. In those beginning weeks while you are still making friends it is very hard,” she says. Tarrah copes with her home sickness by having a night to her-self and getting a good night’s sleep but her true secret is to spend as much time at the bar as possible. “The more you drink, the more you socialise, the more friends you make, the better your experience of varsity will be. It all flows,” she says, adding the infamous ‘ey’ which infiltrates all of her sentences. This seems to be the way to go because Tarrah is a carefree social butterfly who can always be tempted by a draught of Black Label to leave her school work and go to the bar. Despite this she still achieves firsts in most of her subjects, including isiXhosa.

“One way or another there is a whole spectrum of opportunities in South Africa,” she says. She believes that Africa is full of exciting resources which most citizens take for granted. “The dynamic society is struck with an incredible passion,” she says, “people are willing to come out and say things, argue and oppose ideas without being afraid.” This was a welcome refresher from her life at home where people are over cautious about what they say. Tarrah’s biggest challenge in South Africa was how to cope with issues in a sensitive manner. It is something she has not experienced and she does not want to say too much because she feels as though she has not lived here long enough to fully understand our mind set.

“If there is one thing that I have learned about Africa it is that you cannot sum it up in one word,” Tarrah says. Her adventures through Malawi, Botswana, Namibia and Zambia have not only given her a golden tan but have made it impossible to pinpoint one moment as the best out of ten months. Tarrah is taking everything home with her. “I will somehow fit my hundreds of wooden giraffe, my Malawi board game and the grass broom that a small boy made for me in Lesotho into my bags,” she says unconsciously swirling the plaited bracket from Botswana around her wrist.

Goodguy
Khayisa Matika

Trevor Kana grew up in Limpopo. Where he lives with both parents, he only has only one sister. Trevor loves eating, so it is no surprise that he wants to go grab a bite before we begin. He is pretty convinced that he’s ordinary, which is true but that’s what make’s him even more interesting.
He had to endure going to an Afrikaans school which he claims was hell but made up for it in the last three years. He is open about the fact that he really does not know where he is going in life but you can from the look in his eyes that this excites him. This boy does not fit in any where and he is cool with.
He has not done anything great because it is about the little things for me. That’s why he does volunteering work. Every Monday he goes to a centre where he plays with kids. His thinking process is what motivated the article. He has no hope for world peace because he believes that humans neglect the small things, such as simply greeting the person you passing by or even respecting your own parents. Perhaps hypocritically he still wants to save it. Before he dies he wants to do something big, something that will benefit many people and not just him.
Call it an auction but here is a guy who is a gentleman but is being overlooked. His wealth is not measured by material things, he took a semester on biology and whenever he refers to humans you can see it com through, as he went on to explain how miniature we are as humans in relations to life systems.
He had to overcome some difficulties such as starting to believe in himself which he only began doing recently. He really is just a drop in the ocean, but the sea does not seem as huge anymore. He had a rough first year, hung around the wrong crowd. He had to cut out a few people in his life but he still here.
“Walking around campus I only see a bunch of rich arrogant kids who know nothing about life” , from a boy who loves living the simple life and too conscious about the people around starving It’s a fair comment. Perhaps we all are sinking just no one is calling for help.

My sincerest apologies to my regular readers,
I know that "profile" that I wrote was me acting normal. Yes, I know that the insane should wear it proudly on their sleeve, but once in a while I like to revert back to normal.

Yours Truly,
Wraith

P.S. It probably won't happen again, but who know what I might do in the future! I'm insane remember!

Memoir of a new fellow Psychopathic Rhodent Jordan Deall

It was an arduous task, trying to find a suitable hero or survivor of first year. There were many possible candidates to choose from, all with their own unique and soppy tail, but they were not the suitable material for finding the truth, and the ultimate way of surviving first year. Little did I know that the perfect interviewee was closer than I thought, he is my old friend from home, Jordan Deall.

I invited Jordan to my room on a warm, brightly lit Wednesday afternoon. I sat at my computer and he fell into his usual slouch on the bed. The interview started with Jordan lighting up a cigarette and taking a sip of coffee out of a polystyrene cup. As he spoke, the smoke would slowly raise up past through his messy hair that was glimmering in the afternoon sun that was filtering through the window behind him. His face had the usual look of being completely care-free and relaxed, his large expressive eyebrows casting a dark shadow over his eyes. Jordan was dressed in the same style-type clothes that he has been wearing since high school, a green-brown t-shirt, plain brown cargo shorts, and scruffy checked shoes with no socks.

After the first question, which was “How have you survived first year thus far” his immediate reaction was “Um?”, his eyebrows rise up, and he lets go a laugh and says: “Well I haven't really overcome it exactly, I mean I have failed, but they can’t really kick me out now, JA. I've just tried my best to stay out of trouble this term that might lead to my exclusion”. After the two of us had a chuckle at this statement I asked him if first year had been easy, because he seems to be really relaxed about what he said earlier, and he just replied indignantly: “No! I have been working my arse [sic] off this semester, only the beginning was chilled!” He explained that coming to Rhodes was actually a last minute choice for 2008, he said that the only reason he came here was: “because of you, you bastard [referring to me], brainwashing me into wanting to study. I started under false pretences, and then I failed; now I have to work twice as hard to get somewhere”. He continued to hurl abuse at me for the next ten minutes, which resulted in laughter and Jordan lighting up another cigarette. He finished the interview with a glimmer of hope, by saying that he is pulling out all the stops and is trying his best to stay in Rhodes, not by the university not having a good enough excuse to exclude him, but rather by passing.

Jordan is a realistic example of a first year survivor, he is not one of these almost unbelievable characters who manages to receive firsts for every subject and still have time to party every night of the week, instead he is the same as the rest of us, a normal first year who is striving to try get through this utterly new student lifestyle as well as trying to enjoy life to the fullest.
 


Conducted on the 1st October 2008 (Human Time)
Conducted on the 5th Slar phase, year of the Vortengaunt (Standard Universal Time)