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Im praying for you my friend.I thought this song says all I am feeling right now.Be well hurry home I love you my friend and miss you smoochesssssssss.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9JDTAqsMNEM
Posted by Suncatcher at 2008-07-24 12:05:48 PST(UTC-8H)
♥♥♥♥♥♥GIVE ME ALL YOUR TROUBLES, YOUR HELPLESSNESS, YOUR PAIN. GIVE ME ALL YOUR TROUBLES, YOUR HELPLESSNESS, YOUR PAIN. GIVE ME YOUR SILENCES, YOUR LONELINESS TOO GIVE ME YOUR UNEASINESS/RESTLESSNESS ALSO, GIVE ME PLEASE.
I'LL STEAL THE MOISTNESS FROM YOUR EYES(YOUR TEARS) I WON'T LET YOU LACK FOR ANYTHING... I WON'T LET YOUR SKIRTS GET DRENCHED I'LL NEVER LET YOU CRY
YOUR TROUBLES AND SORROWS, GIVE ME YOUR LONELINESS GIVE ME YOUR ANNONYMITY, YOUR NON-SUCCESSES GIVE ME YOUR DESOLATION PLEASE.
I'LL ADORN YOUR LIPS WITH HAPPINESS I'LL FILL YOUR PATH WITH JOY... IF YOU THINK OF ME YOURS,
DON'T LOWER YOUR GAZE IN ANGER YOUR TROUBLES, YOUR HOPELESSNESS GIVE ME YOUR LACKLUSTRENESS. YOUR ANXIETIES, YOUR WORRIES GIVE ME YOUR WARDSHIP.
GIVE ME ALL YOUR TROUBLES, YOUR HELPLESSNESS, YOUR PAIN. GIVE ME ALL YOUR TROUBLES, YOUR HELPLESSNESS, YOUR PAIN. GIVE ME YOUR SILENCES, YOUR LONELINESS TOO GIVE ME YOUR UNEASINESS/RESTLESSNESS ALSO, GIVE ME PLEASE.♥♥♥♥♥♥
Posted by My1andOnly* at 2008-07-24 12:02:00 PST(UTC-8H)
Hello little boys, little toys We’re the dreams you're beliveing Crawling up the walls Running down your face Razor sharp, razor clean Feel the weapon's sensation On your back... With loaded guns
Now hold on to me pretty baby If you want to fly I’m gonna melt the fever sugar Rolling back your eyes
[Chorus] We're gonna ride the race cars We’re gonna dance on fire We’re the girls Le Disko Supersonic overdrive
So what's it gonna take? Silver shadow believer.... Spock rocker with your dirty eyes
It's a chance, gonna move gonna f uck up your ego silly boy, gonna make you cry
Now hold on to me pretty baby If you want to fly I’m gonna melt the fever sugar Rolling back your eyes
[Chorus x2]
If what they say is true... You’re a boy - and I'm a girl I will never fall in love with you
I probably shouldn't say this But at times I get so scared When I think about the previous Relationship we shared It was awesome, but we lost it It's not possible for me not to care And now we're standing in the rain But nothing's ever gonna change until you hear My dear
The seven things I hate about you The seven things I hate about you Oh, you You're vain Your games You're insecure You love me, you like her You made me laugh, you made me cry, I don't know which side to buy Your friends, they're jerks, and when you act like them, just know it hurts I wanna be With the one I know And the seventh thing I hate the most that you do You make me love you
It's awkward And it's silent As I wait for you to say What I need to hear now Your sincere apology When you mean it, I'll believe it If you text it I'll delete it Let's be clear Oh, I'm not coming back You're taking seven steps here
The seven things I hate about you You're vain Your games You're insecure You love me, you like her You made me laugh, you made me cry, I don't know which side to buy Your friends, they're jerks,when you act like them, just know it hurts I wanna be With the one I know And the seventh thing I hate the most that you do You make me love you
And compared to all the great things That would take too long to write I probably should mention The seven that I like
The seven things I like about you Your hair Your eyes Your old Levi's When we kiss, I'm hypnotized You made me laugh, you made me cry, but I guess that's both that I'll have to buy Your hand in mine when we're intertwined, everything's alright I wanna be with the one I know And the seventh thing I like the most that you do You make me love you
♥♥♥♥♥♥Ever since your eyes Hit my eyes Ever since your eyes Hit my eyes Since then I've been mad Detached from everyone It feels like the lord has made me It feels like the lord has made me Ever since your eyes Hit my eyes
Mad, he seems mad Mad, he seems mad Since I got your sign I have been at unrest
Since I got your sign I have been at unrest Since these feelings grew There has been only silence Since they were joined The threads of our destinies Since then I've been mad Detached from everyone It feels like the lord has made me It feels like the lord has made me
Since we started together I've lost attention and peace
Since we started together I've lost attention and peace Since you shadowed me A magic has worked on me Since I obtained you My heart beats dhak dhak Since then I've been mad Detached from everyone It feels like the lord has made me It feels like the lord has made me Ever since your eyes Hit my eyes♥♥♥♥♥♥
Posted by ^KOCHAMCIE^ at 2008-07-22 20:25:12 PST(UTC-8H)
I’ve asked myself this question so many times, I thought I would try and put it to rhym. Does God like someone who interferes In someone else’s business and affairs? Does he appreciate someone who is always putting their nose where it doesn’t belong? Someone who has done it for way too long. Someone who takes it upon themselves To add their two cents where it doesn’t belong. Does God like a nosey person who has nothing better to do Than to put their nose where it doesn’t belong? I dont think He does, do you?
Posted by Kain. at 2008-07-22 14:28:14 PST(UTC-8H)
To all players who may have gotten a GD note telling you to go to a certain website for bonus chips.........THIS IS NOT FROM GAME DESIRE !!! do not go to this link. This is a scam and may put your account at risk.
Posted by Trudy at 2008-07-22 12:05:25 PST(UTC-8H)
This famous wicked little tale Should never have been put on sale. It is a mystery to me Why loving parents cannot see That this is actually a book About a brazen little crook. Had I the chance I wouldn't fail To clap young Goldilocks in jail. Now just imagine how you'd feel If you had cooked a lovely meal, Delicious porridge, steaming hot, Fresh coffee in the coffee-pot, With maybe toast and marmalade, The table beautifully laid, One place for you and one for dad, Another for your little lad. Then dad cries, 'Golly-gosh! Gee-whizz! 'Oh cripes! How hot this porridge is! 'Let's take a walk along the street 'Until it's cool enough to eat.' He adds, 'An early morning stroll 'Is good for people on the whole. 'It makes your appetite improve 'It also helps your bowels to move.' No proper wife would dare to question Such a sensible suggestion, Above all not at breakfast-time When men are seldom at their prime
No sooner are you down the road Than Goldilocks, that little toad That nosy thieving little louse, Comes sneaking in your empty house. She looks around. She quickly notes Three bowls brimful of porridge oats. And while still standing on her feet, She grabs a spoon and starts to eat. I say again, how would you feel If you had made this lovely meal And some delinquent little tot Broke in and gobbled up the lot? But wait! That's not the worst of it! Now comes the most distressing bit. You are of course a house proud wife, And all your happy married life You have collected lovely things Like gilded cherubs wearing wings, And furniture by Chippendale Bought at some famous auction sale. But your most special valued treasure, The piece that gives you endless pleasure Is one small children's dining-chair, Elizabethan, very rare. It is in fact your joy and pride, Passed down to you on grandma's side. But Goldilocks, like many freaks, Does not appreciate antiques. She doesn't care, she doesn't mind, And now she plonks her fat behind Upon this dainty precious chair, And crunch! It busts beyond repair. A nice girl would at once exclaim, 'Oh dear! Oh heavens! What a shame!' Not Goldie. She begins to swear. She bellows, 'What a lousy chair!' And uses one disgusting word That luckily you've never heard. (I dare not write it, even hint it. Nobody would ever print it.) You'd think by now this little skunk Would have the sense to do a bunk. But no. I very much regret She hasn't nearly finished yet. Deciding she would like a rest, She says, 'Let's see which bed is best.' Upstairs she goes and tries all three. (Here comes the next catastrophe.) Most educated people choose To rid themselves of socks and shoes Before they clamber into bed. But Goldie didn't give a shred. Her filthy shoes were thick with grime, And mud and mush and slush and slime. Worse still, upon the heel of one Was something that a dog had done. I say once more, what would you think If all this horrid dirt and stink Was smeared upon your eiderdown By this revolting little clown? (The famous story has no clues To show the girl removed her shoes.) Oh, what a tale of crime on crime! Let's check it for a second time
Crime One, the prosecution's case: She breaks and enters someone's place
Crime Two, the prosecutor notes: She steals a bowl of porridge oats
Crime Three: She breaks a precious chair Belonging to the Baby Bear.
Crime Four: She smears each spotless sheet With filthy messes from her feet.
A judge would say without a blink, 'Ten years hard labour in the clink!' But in the book, as you will see, The little beast gets off scot-free, While tiny children near and far Shout, 'Goody-good! Hooray! Hurrah!' 'Poor darling Goldilocks!' they say, 'Thank goodness that she got away!' Myself, I think I'd rather send Young Goldie to a sticky end. 'Oh daddy!' cried the Baby Bear, 'My porridge gone! It isn't fair!' 'Then go upstairs,' the Big Bear said, 'Your porridge is upon the bed. 'But as it's inside mademoiselle, 'You'll have to eat her up as well.
Posted by simply*simon at 2008-07-22 07:10:54 PST(UTC-8H)
You wont be his first,his last,or his only
He's loved before,he will love again but if
He loves you now what else matters?
Hes not perfect,and neither are you
And the two of you will never be perfect
But if he makes you laugh at least once
Causes you think twice,and admits To being human,and making mistakes...
Hold on him,and give him all you\'ve got
He is not going to be thinking about you every moment But he will give you part of him,that he knows you can break
Dont hurt him,dont change him,dont expect Too much from him,smile when he makes you happy
Cry when he makes you sad and
Miss him when hes not here
Posted by SammyZ at 2008-07-21 09:01:01 PST(UTC-8H)
I CANNOT WAIT for this book to come out!! If you have not read a dark hunter novel from Sherrilyn Kenyon... you are missing out!!! I gobble the new ones when they come out in hours!
If you're into cursed Gods, Insane Goddesses, Sexy hot Dark Hunters.. if Daimons turn you on.. then these are the books for you!!
Pick up the first one, and eat them up in time for ACHERON 08/08/08!!
Posted by RaZBerri at 2008-07-21 07:45:23 PST(UTC-8H)
Here once again, seeing the end and nothing more. I'm useless without an enviroment, I'm like a leech, I drain people's thoughts and souls until they are no longer useful for me, but in the meantime I lie and I steal, I kill my own essence. I'm pathetic. 've been dealing with the same old s***; boredom, mental blocks and short term memory loss and my patience has been rusted by the idea that nothing will ever amaze me, not even myself and I've tried real hard, believe me. Nothing makes any sense or everything makes so much sense, it's pointless. I'm just too perfectionist, I ask too much, I expect too much.
People say I'm very talented, but now I've realized that success is not what I really want. Not even that would give me real joy. I wanted to cuddle with someone, feel safe again without having people judging me and expecting me to be something I don't want to be. I don't care if I let you down, this is who I am. I've ran out of ideas and I don't even feel like looking for new ideas anymore. It's all plagiarized. I'm so d**n sensitive, I detect lies and sarcasm in everyone, even myself. I can't stand phony people and I hate myself for that. I can't stand lieing to myself in order not to hurt people or be rude or be happy. I hate keeping things to myself and then I feel like s**t and I can't understand why people lie to me. I'm not different. I'm so arrogant thinking I can be perfect and that this self-awareness makes me better than most people, but I'm not any better. And sometimes I even blame my own fate, how pathetic is that? I have the humbleness to learn and listen, to forgive and respect, but I don't have the will to act upon my feelings anymore.
I'm not in control of my life, but I know where all this is gonna take me and no matter how promising it is or uncertain it is, I don't want it. I don't wanna wait and I can't get over the frustration. God is there waiting for me with a big reward and all I have to do is follow the rules, but I can't. No matter how much I don't like this place, I'll miss it so much my eyes will burn in hell. I wanted to be born again, meet new people, new places. I wanna feel like a child waiting for christmas eve again. I've said everything I have thought. I'm tired of being on my own. I'm tired of waiting. I need to slow down, but if I do, I'd feel dead. All I ever wanted was someone to really love me and act upon that feeling, but how can I ask something like that, when I hurt all the people I say I love and care about? Maybe it's just a feeling of despair in the face of obstacles, a big dismay.
I'm a self-destructive, spoiled, crazy, ignorant, h****, blind, pesimist, selfish, lazy, arrogant, coward, immature and full of s**t bum. Many talents I got, but they don't give me what I really want, something that really fills me inside with joy and excitement. What's the point of knowing so much about books and science and history if you don't use all that knowledge to make the world a better place? I keep forgetting stuff and it really bothers me. I feel rejected from the world of the living. I feel so ungrateful, but I've just lost the enthusiasm. The only regret I have is that I didn't enjoy as much as I wanted to have enjoyed all those moments and opportunities when I think of them now, The things I used to enjoy. I wish I had been more honest and not so afraid. This loneliness has burnt a hole in the pit of my stomach, like acid and then it steams out of my mouth as a brief sigh of relief. No person could ever cure that, not even myself. I'm too weak. Nothing will satisfy me more than this. I can't relax, I can't breathe. You can't always get what you want. I'm happy in my own world, but can you hear me? Can you see me? Can you feel me? f someone tells me: "Make one wish and it will come true, but once it's over, you'll die."Iwould say I want to make at least 10 great movies and be rich and famous to help my family. If I had 2 wishes, I'd say I want to visit all my friends around the world. Glowing, exploding, we will die like stars. It's better to burn out than fade away. Rock is dead and Punk is underestimated. This is who I really am. I'm not afraid, but I wish someone or something had saved me. I used to think of myself as a shooting star, 'cause shooting stars are only seen for a brief time, but I'm scum.
Joy, Peace, Love, Empathy, Good Memory.
- Jorge
Posted by Sgt._Pepper at 2008-07-20 20:18:23 PST(UTC-8H)
I'm holding on your rope, Got me ten feet off the ground I'm hearin what you say but I just can't make a sound You tell me that you need me Then you go and cut me down, but wait You tell me that you're sorry Didn't think I'd turn around, and say...
It's too late to apologize, it's too late I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late
I'd take another chance, take a fall Take a shot for you [ Apologize lyrics found on http://www.completealbumlyrics.com ] And I need you like a heart needs a beat But it's nothin new - yeah yeah I loved you with a fire red- Now it's turning blue, and you say... "Sorry" like the angel heaven let me think was you But I'm afraid...
It's too late to apologize, it's too late I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late
It's too late to apologize, it's too late I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late It's too late to apologize, yeah I said it's too late to apologize, yeah- I'm holdin on your rope, got me ten feet off the ground...
Posted by malicious1 at 2008-07-19 13:37:45 PST(UTC-8H)
I have played for years (this is of course not any of my regular nicks) and I always been nice and helpfull. I have been admin in several tournament rooms. On my nicks I have had chips, usually 1-4 mill. and I have always given away chips to my friends. If someone had short or where broke, they never had to ask I VIP'ed right away.
Now for the first time in my GD life I have been broke for about 1 ½ month. Cant turne it around. I have search for bonuses. I have played poker 1$ blind but just keep losing. I do see my "friends" once in a while, they say hi and how r u.
There is only ONE friend that always helps me if she can and she knows I always help her when I can. But there must be 10-20 "friends I see when im in and I will NEVER ask for chips. I think its anoying with beggers.
Thats why I write this anonomous so that you all with chips on your account can remember your friends, not just my friends.
Take care and good luck.
Posted by notmyday_ at 2008-07-19 04:23:28 PST(UTC-8H)
People buy vip gold, but one thing i don't understand is why. It gives you a couple more worthless powers. I can understand just regular vip because you can win the jackpot and transfer chips. Thats the only reason i ever had vip. Please post a comment below telling me why you have vip gold service or would have.
Posted by JoshMcRay at 2008-07-18 16:07:22 PST(UTC-8H)
2.Open it on page 100(or 50 if there are less pages).
3.Read the 5th sentence ;)
Mine is :
"A kitten is so flexible that she is almost double;the hind parts are equivalent to another kitten with which the forepart plays and she does not discover that her tail belongs to her until you tread on it."
("Cats"-H.D.Thoreau)
Posted by ilonka19801 at 2008-07-18 02:37:37 PST(UTC-8H)
As I sit here in my bedroom all alone,
I long for the smile on your face
And the gentle touch of your hand
I can't wait for your presence to fill this place!
Baby, Seduce Me!
I need to feel the tingle of your hand in mine
Your soft gentle kiss that takes me higher,
I want to feel the butterflies building inside As you take me, hold me, and fill me with fire!
Baby, Seduce Me!
I want to watch as you slowly undress me
Until I tremble with desire,
I want to hear those magical words
I want you, I need you, I love you, let me take you higher!
Baby, Seduce Me!
Come to me now, I need you so much
I know what will happen , what will soon be,
On soft pillows and sheets made of satin
You will kiss me, caress me, and love only me!
Baby, Seduce Me!
Written by
Ginger
Posted by RogueWolf at 2008-07-16 13:37:25 PST(UTC-8H)
It is one of the most devastating indictments of British education ever
produced: a study of 10,000 children reveals that 11-and 12-year-old children
are “now, on average, between two and three years behind where they were 15
years ago” in their cognitive and conceptual development. In other words, their
ability to think and reason has receded at an astonishing rate since
1990.
Every so often, new research deserves to transform the way a
generation thinks about the world; this, from one of Britain’s leading
psychologists, fits the bill. To those who still refuse to admit that
educational standards in Britain are in dangerous decline, this groundbreaking
research will come as a devastating shock. To the rest of us, it confirms what
we had long suspected: British schools are not just failing to meet the demands
of the 21st century knowledge economy in equipping children with essential
skills, they are doing even worse than they used to, with dire implications for
the prospects of a new generation of children in an age of globalization and
intense international competition.
When you hear the news What makes you think? Do you make your own views,
Do you look for the link? Does it really matter what you say? Will
it really matter at the end of the day? You like to think we think We
like to think you think Think we think Think you think We're gonna
get older Quicker some day But does it have to shape What you say?
What you think Or what you do Is it really ever Gonna matter to
you? Will it really matter At the end of the day? What you think
What you think or do or say?
NO IT DOESN'T MATTER, BECAUSE YOU CANNOT THINK FOR YOURSELF, You live your life in the shadow of other people's views. You will never know what it means to be truly free until you can form your own opinions ,regardless of what you hear or read !!
Posted by startmeup___ at 2008-07-15 21:53:21 PST(UTC-8H)
One the new gamedesire awards includes chief,lord,and ace...but i haven't seen one account where someone had a status higher than chief....has anyone seen a profile with a status higher than chief? And if you remember can u please tell me?
Posted by Kimihiro at 2008-07-14 19:32:33 PST(UTC-8H)
Whats Up all my CANUSAPRO Friends :-) I finally had some time to sit down and take a look at this site, Which happens to be awesome...I like the fact you have a HUGE profile and can write messages Cool Beans Man :-)
Posted by RIPLisa at 2008-07-14 14:36:06 PST(UTC-8H)
Add a little more activity into your daily routine.
1. Take the escalator -- but climb the stairs while you ride. You'll get there faster and use your muscles while you're at it. Just 5 minutes of stair climbing burns 144 calories.
2. Instead of piling items on the stairs so you can take them upstairs at once, take them one at a time.
3. When cooling your heels while waiting in a doctor's office, drugstore, or airport, stay on your feet -- standing burns 36 more calories per hour than sitting.
4. Rake leaves instead of using a leaf blower: You'll burn 50 more calories every half hour.
5. Scrub your floors more often. Putting some elbow grease into cleaning floors is more intense than vacuuming -- and it makes your floors look better to boot.
6. Chew sugarless gum. Research has found that the action of jaw muscles alone burns about 11 calories an hour.
7. Wash your car by hand instead of taking it through the automatic carwash. You'll burn an extra 280 calories in an hour.
8. Play with kids: Impromptu games of basketball, touch football, or tag -- or just jumping rope or throwing a ball -- will help you use energy and set a good example of active play for the children. Calories burned: 80 to 137 every 10 minutes.
Posted by rachelove at 2008-07-14 05:47:32 PST(UTC-8H)
Look in my mind, love, and there you will find The two of us intertwined The image of you I have memorized I remember enough to fantasize I close my eyes and there you are In my mind, so you\'re never far. I caress your lips, your face, your hair And hold you close, so I can feel you there. My heart, it yearns for you. My soul, it reaches out for you. In my every waking thought I know you too have not forgot The love we made The passion, the bliss I could never forget the way you kiss. And though the divide separates us, I know again, I will feel your sweet touch. You were sent to me from up above To stay with me, forever, love.
Posted by Eliza680 at 2008-07-14 00:18:34 PST(UTC-8H)
A farmer has about 500 hens, but no rooster, and he wants chicks. So, he goes down the road to the next farmer and asks if he has a rooster thathe would sell.
The other farmer says, 'Yep, I've got this great rooster, named Ralph. He'll service every chicken you got, no problem.'
Well, Ralph the rooster costs $3,000, a lot of money, but the farmer decides he'd be worth it. So, he buys Ralph.
The farmer takes Ralph home and sets him down in the barnyard, but firsthe gave the rooster a pep talk. 'I want you to pace yourself now. You'vegot a lot of chickens to service here, and you cost me a lot of money.'Consequently, I'll need you to do a good job. So, take your time andhave some fun,' the farmer said, with a chuckle.
Ralph seems to understand, so the farmer points toward the hen house andRalph takes off like a shot. WHAM! Ralph nails every hen in the hen house - three or four times, and the farmer is really shocked.
After that, the farmer hears a commotion in the duck pen and, sure enough, Ralph is in there.
Later, the farmer sees Ralph after a flock of geese down by the lake. Once again - WHAM! He gets all the geese. By sunset he sees Ralph out inthe fields chasing quail andpheasants.
The farmer is distraught and worried that his expensive rooster won't even last 24 hours. Sure enough, the farmer goes to bed and wakes up the next morning to find Ralph on his back out in the middle of the yard,mouth open, tongue hanging out and both feet sticking straight up in theair. Buzzards are circling overhead.
The farmer, saddened by the loss of such a colorful and expensive animal, shakes his head and says, 'Oh, Ralph, Itold you to pace yourself. I tried to get you to slow down,now look what you'v
