#swiss

【 Ｉｎｆｏｒｍａｃｉóｎ ｂáｓｉｃａ 】
‣ ᴀʟɪᴀꜱ: Swiss.
‣ ᴏᴛʀᴏꜱ ꜱᴏʙʀᴇɴᴏᴍʙʀᴇꜱ: Shadow, Multi.
‣ ᴏʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴄɪóɴ ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ: Pansexual.
‣ ᴇʟᴇᴍᴇɴᴛᴏ: Fuego-Quintaesencia (≛).
‣ ᴇꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴇ: Ghoul.
‣ ᴏᴄᴜᴘᴀᴄɪóɴ: Multi proposito.

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『 ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴅᴀᴅ 』
Swiss es un demonio carismático y de comportamiento erótico, pero dulce y amable, romántico incluso. También es bastante social, nunca lo verás desaprovechando las oportunidades que se le dan para interactuar con otros Ghouls y con fans.

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Es servicial y bromista, pues le encanta sonreír y ver a los demás hacerlo también.
A veces se comporta como un tonto, pero de alguna forma es imposible enojarse con él por mucho tiempo.

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De mente abierta, es difícil molestarlo.

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【 Ｉｎｆｏｒｍａｃｉóｎ ｅｘｔｒａ 】
‣ Fue invocado al plano terrenal a mediados del 2018.
‣ Toca la guitarra (acústica y eléctrica), saxofón, tamborín y canta los coros.
‣ Ama bailar.
‣ Habla todos los idiomas.

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Our love story was always a love story. We were never anything else. None of this “will they? Won’t they?” We would. We always would. Because when you put your arm around my shoulders on that very first day, kissed my forehead and said “that’s us, now” – that was it. We were an us. We were a team. I fell in love with you so fast and so hard that I can’t remember not loving you. Maybe there was a point when I didn’t find your chipped front tooth adorable, the brown of your eyes as bottomless, but I don’t remember it. I just remember glowing with pride every time you did anything. You could fucking breath and I would be telling the entire world “See him? That’s my person.”

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And we were lucky. Not many people can travel that much of the world together before they’re clear of their early twenties. Chasing you down to the sea in Italy, leaping from the balcony in Casablanca, dancing in a shower of sweet orange petals in Nice. I keep all of those treasured memories in little glass jars full of foreign currency in my room – sometimes I get them out and hold them up to the light, so I can relive learning to surf with you in Gibraltar and getting lost in the Swiss alps. You picked gentians and said they were the same colour as my eyes, and I laughed. I was endlessly, endlessly dancing and laughing with you.

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And we were lucky, because our love story was a love story right up until the moment when we kissed each other goodbye. It didn’t end because we stopped loving each other - It ended because we had grown up, and we hadn’t grown together. We weren’t two small-time athletes anymore. We couldn’t be held together with boarding passes and physio tape. We were big people, with big dreams and big hearts and a huge, huge love. I kissed you goodbye, and you said that you would never find another person who would fill my shoes. I hope you know that I have never even tried. There are no eyes as kind, no minds as open. And I hope that, when the city sings you to sleep, sometimes you think about me.

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Life isn't fair, but that is a comfort if you think about it. If life were fair. If there were some grand design behind everything, that means that you deserve the bad that happens to you. That kid with cancer at age 2 who died knowinf nothing but agony was deserving of that punishment. Life isn't fair. Sometimes good goes unrewarded. Evil goes unpunished. But somehow, humanity made it to the moon. Sent a machine past the farthest planet in our solar system. We love, we live. We lose. That's all okay. All of it. Because it means we get to choose what we value. And there is a lot to value in life. Life isn't beating you down. That's you. Trying to ignore endless wonders. Take your eyes. Remove them from the ground, and look instead past the horizon. You can't actually see it. But you can move. So, my internet stranger, walk past the horizon, see beauty. See wonder. And life will suddenly seem so much more awesome inspiring. Whenever I'm feeling like I just want to bury my head in the pillows and sleep all day, whenever I'm feeling like the hugest loser for sleeping all day, whenever I just say "Fuck it" and eat a slice of Swiss cheese for lunch, I take a nice long hot shower. Think about how lucky I am to have cheese AND hot water! Then, I make an appointment with my psychiatrist for my lexapro refills.
The moment you accept that life IS beating you down is the moment you'll be able to overcome it. Life has a way of making everything a challenge. But it's up to us to play this game and win. Sometimes we see people and say "life seems to easy for them." And it might look like that on the outside but even those people go through times when they feel trapped, out of control, or uncertain. Walk tall. Force yourself to look in the mirror and analyze yourself. KNOW that b/c it's YOU you're seeing that it's in YOUR hands to be able to fix anything you wish. You have all the power. You absolutely have the skills, the knowledge, and the resolve to come out on top. You have complete control and no fate or other indeterminate factor can alter that. Granted, sometimes people have misfortunes. Illness, sudden expenses, etc. But that doesn't mean you have to stop fighting. Nothing is set in stone. You never accept what's handed to you if you still have the energy to at least attempt change.
I'm 55 years old. I've been through the worst tines of my life in the past 7 years. I won't go into detail, but it's been bad. What I do is always think others have it worse than me. I read stories or watch the news and actually feel better about myself. So just think, it could be worse!
My job makes me severely depressed. I deal with this by devoting my time away from work to my hobbies. Sure, it makes an annoying cycle of growing depression and sudden relief, but I'm surviving at least.

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I normally visit England (have family there), The Netherlands (lived their for a half year a couple of years back) and Italy (have family there) at least every second year. I visit Norway and Germany (lots of Germans went to the same bachelor’s degree as me) multiple times a year. Living in the center of Denmark (Odense) makes it very easy to go to either central Europe or the rest of Scandinavia without it being too expensive or that much effort. But I do have friends who seldomly visits other European countries, but most of my friends and family at least visits some in a year, especially Germany, Norway or Sweden. As an Irish person I've been to.. UK (England & Scotland) numerous times France Spain 4/5 times Monaco Switzerland Italy twice Vatican City Czech Republic Denmark Sweden (day trip by train from Copenhagen) Greece And brief stop over in Belgium. Obviously I've had to fly to all except when I got to l the ferry to Liverpool once. Thank god for Ryanair! I wouldn't really considered myself 'well travelled' but with cheap flights from Ryanair we've been able to get to a see a lot of Europe cheaper and quicker than it takes to get to Dublin. I live in Helsinki so there's a very easy access to both Tallinn and Stockholm via ferries. Generally I visit both fairly regularly, maybe on average around three times a year between the two. The last time we booked a cruise to Tallinn was a bit over a month ago as a friend had some sort of membership points about to expire and we paid like 10€ each for the trip. Sadly most of us missed the stop in Tallinn the next morning, though, that tends to happen sometimes on those cruises... As for other "proper" trips to abroad, usually we go around once or twice a year. In recent years we've been to our favorite Italy a bunch of times and have made several long weekend trips to many interesting cities around Europe. Finland is quite similar to the UK as we're so cut off from everything we might as well be an island. Unless you're traveling to Russia you'll have to cross a sea to get anywhere, as going by land through the north is ridiculously cumbersome and useless for most, people in all the three countries generally live in the southern parts. I live on a small island which means that the amount of cities (Well, in this case they're towns) I can just regularly visit is low. Couple that with nothing really interesting to do for someone who's lived here for their entire life as well as no money to go anywhere else in the country, I can't justify going pretty much anywhere.
Although all that travel was when I lived at my parents and followed on their vacations. Since I left the nest I have not been to another country at all and do not really plan on it either since I hate traveling.
So "lets pop into austria for a snack" doesn't happen for me. But for someone living in Como, for example, it's pretty much expected that he will hop on the other side of the Swiss border to refuel because gas costs less.

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Bordercollie
Staffordshire Bull Terrier
American Staffordshire Terrier
Siberian Husky
Cane Corso
Bernese Mountain Dog
Samoyed
Maltipoo
St Bernard
Rottweiler
Australian Shepherd
Pug
Shetland Sheepdog
Miniature American Shepherd
Mastiff
Newfoundland
Portuguese water dog
Chesapeake Bay Retriever
Cattle dog
Alaskan Malamute
Great Pyrenees
Greater Swiss Mountain Dog
Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever
Norwegian Elkhound
Keeshond
Leonberger
Neapolitan Mastiff
Boerboel
Entlebucher Mountain Dog
Finnish Lapphund
Pyrenean Shepherd
Canaan Dog
American White Shepherd
Chinook
Alaskan Klee Kai
Appenzeller Sennenhund
Bulgarian Shepherd dog
Canadian Eskimo Dog
Carpathian Sheepdog
Catahoula Bulldog
Catahoula Leopard dog
Caucasian Ovcharka
Central Asian Ovtcharka
Croatian Sheepdog
Czechoslovakain Wolfdog
Dutch Shepherd dog
English Shepherd
Eurasier
German Longhaired Pointer
Munsterlander
Hokkaido dog
Korean Jindo
Karelian Bear dog
Kinshu Ken
Koolie
Landseer
McNab
Mundi
Pakistani Mastiff
Saarloos Wolfdog
Sarplaninac
Shikoku dog
Kangal Dog
Swedish Lapphund
Tamaskin dog
Thai Ridgeback
Tosa Ken
Texas Heeler
Maremma Sheepdog
Mountain Cur
Lapponian Herder
Northern Inuit
Rafeiro Do Alentego
Seppala Siberian Sleddog
Tornjak
Wetterhoun
West Siberian Laika
Karst Shepherd
Aidi
Jämthhund
New Guinea Singing Dog
Thai Bangkaew
Alopekis
And many more

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Of the major cities I've spent decent time in (meaning at least one week), I would have to pick Chicago. The architecture is amazing; the people were very friendly; the skyline is second to none; the food was remarkable; and it seemed to have just the right population density (not over-crowded like NY and Tokyo) but not too small like a Baltimore or San Fran. London is a very close second in my book to Chicago. The thing that puts Chicago over London for me is the architecture (nothing really stands out to me) and the food. Rome would have to be third on my list simply because of the food (Italian is the best in the world, especially the food from the little local places that tourists don't visit because they're too intimidated by the Italian menu that doesn't have a translation). Plus, I love the history of ancient Rome, so I was in absolute heaven there. Not to mention that the Vatican is an amazing thing to see, with all its history, art, architecture, and the Swiss Guards. NY, to me, is over-rated. The people were too self-focused and frankly arrogant (based on the people I encountered, but there are obviously exceptions). They constantly wanted their asses kissed because this is NY and they are New Yorkers, so by default they're better than you. I had one guy get into a conversation with me about how the US capital should be moved to NY because DC is in the middle of nowhere and NY is the capital of the world, so it only makes to move DC to NY. Sydney is the greatest city in the World. It is on a beautiful harbour, we have great beaches, and a relaxed life style. There is always something going on, to please everyone's taste. We can drink and gamble at 18, we don't count pizza as a vegetable, and we don't have the miserable cold weather of other cities.
New York City is the greatest city in the world. I have been to about 30 countries, and many more cities, and New York takes the cake. I'm not talking just Manhattan, I'm talking the five boroughs. It's what's good about every other city combined into one.
It's a very walk-able city with tons of BWOBs, sidewalk cafes, bars and a decent arts scene. It has tons of hospitals and Universities with interesting research and job prospects. "Dedicated sports fans, tons of history" by American standards. Also, you have to love its neighborhood feel, stoop culture and old rowhouses. Most importantly it's home.
You can't really underestimate that last point when answering this question. Who is anyone to say that their city is better... because it's such a subjective question.
I've been to every major US city and my personal favorite is San Francisco. Awesome city and the view around it is fucking gorgeous. I've never seen such beauty in one place. I want to move there when I graduate college.

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Kalau misal sebatas kasus biasa, kemudian kamu cuma email pihak ask fm melalui email, dengan bahasa Inggris tentunya, dengan bukti screenshot/link kalau bisa. Itu pun masih belum tentu diproses atau diproses pun butuh waktu lama, bahkan mungkin sampai lupa kitanya. Sebagai pengalaman, saya pernah berusaha menumbangkan akun onar di sini, karena saya juga dituduh dengan tuduhan yang amat serius sama dia. Saya email ask fm, saya report postingannya, report akunnya. Susah, ga tumbang juga. Kalau ramai² mungkin bisa deh.

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Cuma kalau yang dimaksud fasilitas negara adalah aparat penegak hukum, melalui kepolisian misal dalam hal ini. Misal dari Mabes Polri melalui Bareskrim mengirim nota ke negara asal ask fm, mungkin bisa. Tapi dengan catatan kasusnya ini sudah jelas, artinya si pelapor terbukti ga mengada² dan benar adanya seperti itu, mungkin bisa. Tapi ya balik lagi, ketentuan hukum di sana terkait privasi gimana? Kayak misal Kemenkumham tangkap buronan di Swiss aja ga mudah kan, ada batasan waktunya dan sebelumnya pun melalui proses panjang.

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Cine independiente que protagoniza Paul Dano, ¿podría no haberla visto? Imposible.

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Lo cierto es que estoy bastante contrariada con ella. Por un lado me da cierto coraje que se queden en la superficie, pero aún más quienes intentan darle significado a cosas que están situadas por puro humor. En todo podemos ver dobles mensajes, interpretaciones, pero la realidad es que muchas cosas se hacen para tirar del absurdo, la carcajada. Y es que el humor absurdo en sí mismo tiene mucha fuerza y puede convivir con las reflexiones más voraces del ser humano, pero no hay que buscarle interpretación a todo y volvernos unos profundos sistemáticos, que rozan la pedantería. Vamos a intentar darle a todo el peso y la importancia adecuada.

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Ver una película que empieza con un náufrago cuya salvación es un cadáver que hace de lancha a motor a base de pedos es una cosa complicada de digerir, para la seriedad en la que se enquista el cine actual. Que luego el cadáver sea una navaja multiusos para el protagonista y cobre “vida”, también. Pero sería un error tan grande quedarse ahí, y reducirlo todo a que el humor no es lo suficientemente "inteligente o sutil". Estamos en una gran metáfora, con referencias al cine, donde se innova en el modo de contar algo, pero se queda corta en cuanto a conjunto y trama. Es surrealista, absurda, pero tiene unos discursos creíbles, unas reflexiones que nos acercan a la pura realidad, pero poco aprovechados a nivel de guion, no hay trama no hay historia realmente. De hecho, incluso yendo más allá, podríamos comentar que sería una referencia a la esquizofrenia, y ahí la interpretación mejoraría. Evidentemente reflexiona como la amistad, sobre las relaciones, la soledad, el rechazo, sobre esa incapacidad para encajar. Pero quizá, lo que más me interesa es el sentido de la vida, dónde un muerto parece estar más vivo que el que aún respira. Se podría decir, igualmente, que es la muerte lo que parece agarrarle a la vida, o que buscamos anclajes a este espacio, sea como sea. En definitiva, es un golpe más de lo que ocasiona en el ser humano la soledad, o más bien lo que te ha llevado a ella.

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No la venero, no la detesto, me encuentro en un punto intermedio donde la fotografía me encanta (la escena en la cueva, a contraluz y la lluvia, por ejemplo). Es atrevida, y yo no seré quien penalice eso, quizá la hubiera llevado más al extremo, ya que estás metido, ahógate.

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I'm german by nationality and my ethnicity lies somewhere between german and russian. My parents are from Kazakhstan/Estonia while ethnically not being either. My father grew up somewhere between german and russian culture while my mother lived in a similar situation between russian and estonian. In german there is a word to describe people with my background it's called Russlanddeutsche (Russia-german) which is also what I consider myself to be. I'm Norwegian and I have "ethnic Norwegian" traits, most prominently the nose with a bump on the tip. I have Scottish ancestors (royal ones, apparently), Danish relatives, and something something Yugoslavia. Nobody knows the identity of my paternal grandpa's biological father (just grandpa and possibly grandma, but we dare not ask). I'm American but we can pretty reliably trace my ancestors to Slovakia, Switzerland, Germany, Ireland (maybe Northern Ireland for one branch), potentially France depending on where the border was at the time so I guess you could say "European" of some type for ethnicity. Though maybe Catholic is better for ethnicity as that is where most of our family traditions come from. We do hold over some mostly symbolic German and Irish customs and a little bit of Swiss stuff but with the Swiss it is mostly stuff my parents picked up when they lived there for a brief time, nothing to do with my actual family ancestry. I am Finnish (Karelian, actually, but it's probably both anyway) and French-Canadian. The "Finnish" family actually got around quite a bit in Europe, so I do have some stuff from the slavic nations. I say French Canadian because I am not sure if I'm 100% French. I've been mistaken for French abroad though (which quickly became annoying), so I'm mostly French. We are relatively recent to the US, 1920sish and 50s. I'm half "Mexican" on my father's side (more like Cuban, since my dad's family moved to Mexico from Cuba) and half non-Hispanic white on my mothers side, I don't really know her ancestry, though. I don't feel very Mexican culturally, though. My mother's side is Italian. She's the first one on her side of the family since our family came to America in the early 1900's to not marry an Italian. They're still very much Italian-American as opposed to just being Americans. My dad's side is Slavic and Austrian. His side isn't as proud of the heritage as my mom's side is. They're much more traditionally American. Basically, my family history is all of the main bad guys from World War II and the Cold War.

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