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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)
