"Hachiko" The loyal dog

Each year on April 8th at a solemn ceremony in Tokyo's Shibuya railroad station, hundreds of dog lovers do homage to the loyalty and devotion of an Akita dog, Hachiko, faithful pet of Dr. Eisaburo Ueno, a professor at Tokyo University.

Hachiko was born in Odate, Japan in November 1923, a white male Akita dog. At the age of two months, he was sent to the home of Professor Ueno of the Agricultural Department of the Tokyo University. The professor's home was in the Shibuya district of Tokyo. The professor commuted to the agricultural department in Komaba and the agricultural experimental station in Nishihara.

Tragedy struck on May 21, 1925, when Dr. Ueno did not return because he had suffered a stroke and died at the university. Hachiko was eighteen months old. The next day and for the next nine years, Hachiko returned to the station and waited for his beloved master before walking home, alone. Nothing and no one could discourage Hachiko from maintaining his nightly vigil. It was not until he followed his master in death, in March l934, that Hachiko failed to appear in his place at the railroad station.

Hachiko was sent to homes of relatives or friends, but he always continued to await his master, who was never to return, at the train station.

The fidelity of Hachiko was known throughout Japan, owing to an article, "Faithful Old Dog Awaits Return of Master Dead for Seven Years" in the October 4, 1933 issue of Aashi Shinbun (Asahi News). Upon his death, newspaper stories led to the suggestion that a statue be erected in the station. Contributions the from the United States and other countries were received. Today, the statue of the Akita, Hachiko, pays silent tribute to the breed's faithfulness and loyalty. A bronze statue of Hachiko was put up at his waiting spot outside the Shibuya railroad station, which is now probably the most popular rendezvous point in Shibuya. Hachiko was mounted and stuffed and is on now on display at the Tokyo Museum of Art.

based in this true story was inspired the movie a dog's tale

Curiosos retretes

Confesiones de un Psicópata.... (ficción)

Soy conciente de que soy un completo anormal, un tipo extremadamente raro, patético,un parásito,sin autoestima,feo y enfermo mental,soy producto de todos mis traumas,fobias,maltrato y abusos sufridos,durante toda mi vida,estoy completamente demente y odio a toda la sociedad,especialmente a las mujeres.

Estoy facinado con la sangre,y eso es lo que me impulsa a matar cada dia,adoro hacer sufrir a alguien y torturarlo,es como tener un orgasmo interminable y satisfactorio.


Mientras mas gritan mayor es mi gozo y exitación.


Empeze matando prostitutas,solia pasar con mi camioneta los fines de semana por la Av Arequipa en San Isidro y me levantaba una que otra prosti,y las degollaba en el interior de mi casa,en el sótano.

una vez que subian al auto,las inyectaba de inmediato con un potente somnífero que las hacia desvanecerse en el acto.

una vez en mi casa,ubicada en una zona muy desierta de Lima,las llevaba hasta el sotano,las amarraba bien y esperaba a que se despertaran, las dejaba gritar un poco,total nadie escuchaba y ahi empezaba con mis diversos metodos de tortura.

a algunas las corte en pedacitos muy pequeños,con un filudo cuchillo electrico que me mandaron de Alemania,para trozar la carne,al final les rocie gasolina y les prendi fuego para asi desaparecer todo tipo de evidencia.


Recuerdo que una vez baje también por la Javier Prado en mi auto,me levante a 2 maricas.

Al primero lo estrangulé despues de haberlo torturado con corriente eléctrica por mucho tiempo y al segundo simplemente le arranque la lengua,los ojos y el corazón  y se los dí a mi rotweiler.

No tengo ningun remordimiento ni sangre en las venas,desprecio a todo aquel que forma parte de la sociedad,estoy traumado,todo en mi esta dañado, no puedo vivir sin drogarme y alcoholizarme a diario, no se cuando me volví loco ,siento que los gusanos empiezan a carcomer mi cerebro.

 hay espiritus que me persiguen,voces que me trastornan y no me dejan en paz,me obligan a matar y no puedo detenerme.

intento luchar contra esto,contra mi mismo,pero nunca tengo éxito.

Por momentos quiero pensar que soy normal,pero la realidad es otra.

Happiness is like a butterfly,



When u go after it,


It flies away but when u stand still it comes to u.

LOS PAISES MAS POBRES DEL MUNDO...

http://jonkepa.wordpress.com/2010/01/18/los-paises-mas-pobres-del-mundo/

PORNOGRAFIA INFANTIL STOP!!!!

http://joshua-hunter-boylover.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html