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Hey Paula! Fans are missing you - CNN

The show has lost its 'zest,' " wrote a commenter named Mary. "I feel Simon has lost complete interest, and Kara is trying so hard to take Paula's place ... often up out of her seat during performances) and her beautiful mind. Abdul has has been ...

1,500 attend memorial at Lynn University for 6 who died ... - Worcester Telegram & Gazette

Tyska said he questioned why God would take his friends, so he wrote a poem to help him cope. He describes “six beautiful angels” giving him advice from heaven. “We wish you wouldn't cry the way you have the last few days. Stop thinking about ...

Life story: Sister Peggy Codd - Oregonian

When Sister Peggy Codd was a senior in high school, she wrote that "the one thing I hate to do is say goodbye to friends ... She said to me, 'If you so much as look cross-eyed at any of these girls, I'll kick you off campus. I have eyes in the back ...

Berea community gathered for celebration of Robyn Star ... - Cleveland Plain Dealer

She was the sweetest girl I ever knew,” Jarrell wrote. The reverse side of the letter reflected a more personal tone. “I just know that you are up in the beautiful heaven above ... She helped me conquer my fear of so many things, like swimming ...

Thank you Mrs. Stark, Mrs. Diaz, Mrs. Banks, and Mrs ... - Salon

... Behind," are you kidding me? I've got to move on. This is a blog! Whew! I'm on a slick slide, so ... and beautiful eyes. Mrs. Diaz saved all of my compositions. She also called my mother to talk about my writing. Apparently, I sometimes wrote

Tributes left after boy's death - MSN UK News

Laura Nye wrote: "My beautiful baby brother, i miss u so much and you have left a void that will never be filled. "I hope you are at peace now flying in the sky like pilot you always wanted to be. "I have so many wonderful memories and will never ...

Tammy Wynette: The 'Tragic Country Queen' - NPR News

Wynette's a striking woman, with an elegant neck, beautiful lips, and a stunning profile, but one with an extreme, elongated face ... She stands so stiff you'd think the hanger was still in the damn dress. And then this tiny, troubled wisp of a human ...

The Tragic Death of Freddie Hubbard's Widow Briggie - Salon

There seems to be tragedy upon tragedy befalling so many in this world. In the world of jazz music, most, if not all of the greats who made jazz what it was and is, pass away quietly... In early 2009 I wrote ... did receive a beautiful hand signed ...

Haleigh Cummings – Mar/14 Program Cancelled - Bloggernews.net

Treece you have managed to take the words right out of my mouth. Honestys post was absolutely beautiful and couldn’t have been stated better. Tj, Simon,Jan and Cobra have been our lifeline to the happenings in this case for so long due to the fact ...

'The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo' a hit for Niels Arden ... - KDVR.com

Larsson wrote something ... I thought, 'You can't find her, she's too uniquely described.' And Noomi was the second person to come in and read for the part. I had seen her in the theater, and my biggest concern was that she was too beautiful.

Open Question: do i have a chance?????????

okay so i like this guy named jason. and i thought he liked me untill i found out he is talking to this other girl, but then i found out he is only talking to her because she is a slut, but anyways im going tontell alot of me and jason's storys one day during snack break at schook, alot of us were in the gym hanging out, me and jason were sitting on the bottom bleacher. but jason was talking to a friend of ours, and i was talkig to a chinese girl and she was like if a guy and girl ever touch each other then that was bad well jason turns in the middle of the convo and starts touching me above my knee then he put his arm around me and starts to tickle me. then one day in spanish i was like jason let me see your phone , and he was like only if you give me a hug and kiss my ear. and i sad sorry im not about to kiss your ear. he is always telling me he loves me, and he is always koking around like blakely youe so great, we should date. then one day i was at my locker and jason walks by and pushing me into it. and i just turned and laughed . then i was walking with my best friend and all of a sudden someone pulls my ear, it was jason. and i turned to find out who it was and jason was sitting there laughing at me. then yesterday my friend wrote a peom about my flat butt. and jason heard about it, and he was like they should of put ... and i was like they did. and he laughed and i just looked at him and sat down and he came and sat by me and was trying to touch me and i was like no i have a flat butt. and he was like but your beautiful. and just saying all this stuff. do i have a chance?? more

Open Question: Is this good writing for a 13 year old? Plz help?

I don't know how i figured out i was one, Maybe it's just a little voice inside us all, one that nags every second of your life, scraping your brain and snapping your nerves. like failing a test, or the fact that you know who forgot to feed the gold fish. I guess I first sensed something about me was different was when i was seven. my parents had taken me to the zoo, the best one in the state, because i had recently gotten surgery, and surgery is the next best way to get whatever you want, falling short behind saving a life. I was very small for my age, and I could not see over the cages, so my parents were carrying me. I looked dutifully at the antelopes and llamas, squealed at the monkeys, and played with a goat in the petting zoo. but everything changed when my dad brought me to a cage containing the most beautiful creature i had ever seen. a large, pure white wolf with icy blue eyes. It was looking up at the people walking past with a sad, glassy expression. I could see the jagged scars running from it's shoulder to it's leg, and the one slicing it's muzzle, and a chewed ear. then, it's gaze fell on me. i know it sounds paranoid, like the wolf was just looking in my direction. but no, no. I knew he was looking directly at me, because when our eyes met, I felt as sad as the wolf looked, and a certain kind of jagged energy ran through me. the wolf tried to drag itsself over to me, because it's back leg and front paw were a mess. I just stared. I wanted to help, and the fact that I could not was way too much for me to bear. I wriggeled away from my dad and slammed against the cage glass. By now, everybody ws staring at me. "No, Please, Please, what happened to you? What's wrong? Why? WHY?! Who did this to you?" I yelled at the cage. A voice inside my head seemed to answer back, but I couldn't hear it now because my head was spinning, and there was a ringing in my ears. And just before I passed out, I saw, like it was happening in front of my very eyes, a magnificent white wolf dodging men with guns, hunter dogs, and some kind of blue mist that was shaped like a dragon's head with fangs. Then, a large, burly guy threw a dagger, and the wolf stumbled as it sliced a deep gash in his shoulder. Then, in that breif second, a dog tore his muzzle, another one mauled his leg, and a bullet peirced his paw. He was flung into a boulder like a ragdoll and lay there bleeding. Then, just before I was going to scream, I passed out. I woke up in an emergency room with an I.V. sticking in my arm and an ice pack on my head. I felt dizzy. I raised my hand to look at it, and saw... A jet-black furred paw capped with clear, razor-sharp talons. My eyes widened, and I squeezed them shut and opened them again. The paw was gone, and my small, grubby hand was there. I just stared at it. Then, slowly, I lifted my head and body into a sitting position. Somehow, that felt wrong, so for some reason, I bent my knees, and tucked my hands under me like a cat. What was happening to me? Why was I doing this? Suddenly, a smiling doctor holding an unopened juice-box, a bag of veggie chips, and a puzzle entered the room. He handed me the stuff, and sat down at the foot of my bed. "honey, how are you feeling?" I raised my eyebrows. "Honey, can you tell my your name?" "Adrienne" I answered, well, that's what I TRIED to answer, anyway, it came out as a sort of dog-like growl. "honey, could you repeat that?" I shook my head no. "well, tell me something. Something about yourself." He voiced, trying to keep concern out of his tone. "I- I uh.... I" Another growl rumbled from the back of my throat. I eyed the juice box. The doctor noticed, and inserted the straw into the card board for me. I nodded my thanks and brought it to my lips. I knew I had to suck at the straw, but, somehow, that didn't work out for me. I casually bit the top off the carton, and began to lap up the contents with my tongue. I only noticed how weird that was when I caught the doctor staring at me. I put the juice down shakily, and shook my head. Then, I numbly picked up the chips and ripped the bag, stuffing my face into the package, swallowing most of the chips whole and growling in the process. I felt a tap on my shoulder, and looked up to see the doctor looking at me, startled. I wanted to apologise, or scream, but instead, I, without controlling myself, growled "back off! This is MY kill! MY prey!" I lunged at him, all this time not controlling anything that I was doing, and watching helplessly, terrified as my own legs and arms carried my through the air and landed my square on the doctor's chest. I tried to hold myself back as I sunk my teeth into his shoulder and as another growl escaped my lips. The doctor, alarmed, attempted to pull me off, but I dug my fingernails into his white lab coat and continued biting his shoulder. I could taste the saltiness of his blood, plus cherry medicine. Then, I saw a flash of a needle, and I was knocked out again. more

Open Question: Life broke me (Could anyone give me some comforting words)?

Over the years i feel like i completely lost who I am. I used to be a generally happy person, I was kind and giving and I took things in stride, I felt truly beautiful inside. Now I worry too much (I cannot stop), and i'm well.. a lot of other negative things that i'd rather not make a list of right now. I've had a very unusual life, I'm not going to get into either, but believe me when i say that not many people at all have lived the life i have had so far. But it's been very difficult and through it all, i survived. I don't feel stronger from it, i feel defeated and broken. I can no longer sleep through the night again.. without getting scared or not being able to breathe, i just panic. I had therapy in the past. I tried to get better to no avail, i feel as though it didn't help me, if anything it made me worse. I hate being this way, I want my old cheerful self back. I want to be strong and happy again. So I try to surround myself with things and people that made me feel good. There are two people in my life that are the source of my happiness. Number one is my boyfriend and he's my angel, he has protected me and offered me a lot of love and affection. I never fallen in love this hard before, yet i haven't fully let him in yet. We are deeply in love but I have been putting our relationship on hold, we haven't moved forward in so long. For 3 years,he waited for me,always supporting me and never leaving my side, I would say because he really does love me. He is ready to marry me, but something is stopping me, and believe me its a valid reason. If i am being honest with myself i know that i want to so much surrender myself to him, take care of him, for us to take care of each other and raise a family of our own. But it's nearly impossible at the moment. I don't want to say I am ill, but it's something very close to that. There's another person i hold near and dear to my heart,and she is my niece. Her mother (my sister) didn't want anything to do with her since her birth and I took over as a sole provider for her. I raised her as my own, and I love her more than anything in the world. The first 5 years of her life had been kind of difficult, because her mother was going in and out of her life, threatening us both at the same time. I want to say that my sister is deep down a good person, but she's gone through what i had gone through as well and i think it damaged her more than it did me. So, for 5 years, she made my life a living hell, and i tried to protect and shield my niece from all of this, and i tried for all those years until finally I managed to get her out of both our lives. But a couple of years ago I had found out something about myself and now I may not be there for my niece, not even for my boyfriend. I hate thinking such negative thoughts but i am losing the strength to fight. I am feeling so weak and the pain i feel inside is just slowly deteriorating me. Oh my God...i know this is too long, if you made it this far thank you so much for reading, that alone meant a lot. But i didn't mean to write so much. Any advice or comforting words would be so greatly appreciated. Thank you more

Open Question: Opinions for story I'm writing?

Carter Atkins reclined in the lounge chair, running his fingers on Savannah's leg. She giggled, but felt a little bit uncomfortable. She didn't want to sound like a prude, but it was hard to get used to him touching her suggestively. She liked it, but it was still awkward. Carter stared at Savannah's beautiful face. Just a month ago he was taking her to Homecoming, now he was her boyfriend. Reese McKinley and Elisha Carpenter jumped into Andy's grotto pool, splashing water onto Carter and Savannah. The fresh coolness of the water relaxed Carter. It was a perfect day to go swimming. Even though it was October 15, it still felt like summer. He stared at Savannah's perfect body in a white bikini with cherries on it. Her eyes were shielded with her favorite Dolce & Gabbana sunglasses, that she had gotten from her step-dad because they were given to him at his job, and her feet were clad in sandals. He leaned over and kissed the part of the cheek where her beauty mark was located. She smiled warmly at him, lifting up her shades to reveal her blackish-brown eyes. They were soulful to look at. He climbed in the chair next to her, putting his hand on her torso and stroking it. Savannah was beautiful inside and out. She always knew how to put a smile on someone's face. Even when she was shy at times she was still able to perk up. It was beginning to be around that time when the days were getting shorter. It was 6:35 and the sky was getting darker. It was still bright out, but not as bright as before. His best friend Andy came out with a bottle of limeade and six plastic solo cups stacked together. He poured one for Savannah first, handing it to her. She thanked him and took a sip from it. He then handed one to Carter, who took a longer sip. "What's everyone doing?" he asked, looking at Carter, Savannah, and Holly Drake sitting in the lounge chairs. "What does it look like we're doing, asshole?" teased Holly, reading the new Gossip girl book. "It looks like your fat-ass is wilting away." he teased back. Carter laughed exuberantly. Holly wasn't fat. She was five-four and had tiny feet. "Why don't you guys come in?" offered Elisha, beckoning them to jump into the pool. "The Spectacular Six must all unite!" Savannah shook her hair. "My hair will get messed up." "I just don't feel like it." Holly said honestly. Andy walked over to where his dog was and started rubbing it's belly. Buzz growled lowly, trying to lick Andy. But when it saw Savannah, it's eyes lit up. He ran over to her, jumping on top of her. Savannah laughed, rough-housing with the dog. Carter enjoyed dogs and was sad that his sixteen year old Golden Retriever was about to die. He rubbed the dog's white fur. "There's this new kid named Max." said Reese, emerging from the pool. "I just found out he's gay." "I know," said Andy. "I would have never guessed." They were talking about a guy in their grade named Max Quintanilla. He looked pretty normal the first day, but as the days started going by, he started acting more over the top. Carter was okay with him, but he thought he was a little weird. Not because he was gay, but because he stereotyped himself. "I thought he was cute." Holly admitted. "I was so disappointed." "Yeah, he's in my English class." nodded Savannah. "I introduced myself to him. He's so sweet." Savannah loved new classmates because it meant new friends. "Maybe I should try homosexuality." Holly said, pretending like she was kissing Savannah. "Gross!" Savannah laughed, sputtering. "That would have been hot if you two really did it." Andy said, disappointed that they didn't kiss. "Yeah, I think it's hot when girls kiss." admitted Carter. "I don't." said Savannah. "I think it's sweet when two lesbians kiss. It's beautiful how two people of the same sex love each other." "I agree." said Elisha. Savannah smiled. "I remember being in Seattle and seeing my mom's friend, Josh, kissing another man at his wedding. I thought it was nice how they loved each other." Carter and Andy looked at each other and started laughing. They playfully slapped each other on the back, doubling over in laughter. "I don't get it." she said, furrowing her arched eyebrows. "What's so funny?" "You saying how you saw two guys kissing!" exclaimed Andy. "That's so weird!" He laughed again, nudging Carter hard on the shoulders. "But you just said it's cool for girls to kiss." said Savannah. "What's wrong with guy's kissing?" "Keyword, Vanny!" continued Andy. "They're guys!" Savannah now understood why they were laughing. They were doing a double standard. It was okay for girls to kiss, but not guys? She hated the media. "You two suck." she muttered under her breath. She hated when people did things like this. She remember when she was in the six grade watching something about Ellen DeGeneres and a girl made a remark about her being a "lesbo". Savannah was so angry at the girl that she kicked her and ended up getting sent to the office.Savannah once called a boy "gay" as a joke, but the teacher got mad and told her it was wrong to make fun of someone for being gay. That it was sexual harassment. Ever since then, she had been yelling at kids who made gay slurs. "I'm sorry, Savannah." Carter tried, leaning over to kiss her. "No," Savannah said, scooting over. "I'm black, you're white. It's weird for us to kiss." Just then Andy's mother, Arlene, came in. She had long black hair and caramel eyes. Savannah could see where Andy got his looks from. Only his skin was a warm honey color and hers was pale. "Andy," said, putting her hands on her hips. "Who ordered all those porn videos on demand?" Andy shrugged. "I dunno." She laughed. "You're grounded." "But I didn't do it!" "Say goodbye to your friends." said Arlene, smiling at the five kids. "Tell them goodbye." Savannah laughed to herself. Serves you right. more

Open Question: can anybody explain this??? (part 2)?

i recently got a response to this question from >friendshipband@sbcglobal.net< "here is what he/she wrote: Because of that sin or curse it was a curse on Joshua's war !!! Because of those idolatrous items preserved by Achan a war was lost !!! God had His own war against idol worship with these former slaves and gave them a severe lesson to remember forever !!! A principle to remember is one rotten apple in a barrel will rot the whole bunch there in the barrel !!! So it is best to have it totally removed !!!" end quotes although this may explain why Achan should be stoned, it does not explain why his children must suffer for it, especially since in Deuteronomy it says the complete opposite. neither does the bible point to the sons and daughters or cattle as accomplices. so the response has totally missed the point of the question. any RATIONAL christians out there, please give a BIBLE BASED response that ADDRESSES the issue and does not change the subject. is any Christian out there able to give a reasonable explanation for this? (taken from the New International Version of the Bible) Deuteronomy 24:16- "Fathers shall not be put to death for their children, nor children put to death for their fathers; each is to die for his own sin." Joshua 7: 19-25- Then Joshua said to Achan, "My son, give glory to the LORD, the God of Israel, and give him the praise. Tell me what you have done; do not hide it from me." Achan replied, "It is true! I have sinned against the LORD, the God of Israel. This is what I have done: When I saw in the plunder a beautiful robe from Babylonia, two hundred shekels of silver and a wedge of gold weighing fifty shekels, I coveted them and took them. They are hidden in the ground inside my tent, with the silver underneath." So Joshua sent messengers, and they ran to the tent, and there it was, hidden in his tent, with the silver underneath. They took the things from the tent, brought them to Joshua and all the Israelites and spread them out before the LORD. 24 Then Joshua, together with all Israel, took Achan son of Zerah, the silver, the robe, the gold wedge, his sons and daughters, his cattle, donkeys and sheep, his tent and all that he had, to the Valley of Achor. Joshua said, "Why have you brought this trouble on us? The LORD will bring trouble on you today." Then all Israel stoned him, and after they had stoned the rest, they burned them **************************************… in Deuteronomy, it states that a son will not be held accountable for his father's sins, and vice versa. each person will be punished for their OWN sins. but in Joshua, roughly 26 pages later, it tells a story of a man named Achan who was one of God's chosen people from Israel, who keeps some things from a nation they were conquering (God said to devote everything to destruction and to keep nothing) when they find out, not only do they stone him to death, but they also take his sons, daughters, and all his cattle and stone them as well, and then burn them. this was an acceptable punishment to God, as shown if you read the context before and after. so basically, his children and cattle have to pay for HIS sin. (i thought the cattle getting stoned was even more unusual) the more you compare the texts the more obvious the contradiction. they are BOTH in the old testament and not even too far away from each other. can any Christians explain this rationally using the bible? more

Open Question: How is story I wrote?

"Are you sure those were 'ghost' you were hearing?" Monica Christy asked Andy, hardly believe him herself. They sat in the living room trying to think of explanations of what could have happened. Maybe some pots fell, the thermostat really wasn't working, and it could have just been Andy's eyesight. But Andy was still freaked out. He usually didn't get scared, but it felt weird for him to be living in a possibly haunted house. Especially if the house was in one of the oldest suburbs in town. The house was built in 1909 so it was very old. "Well, I think this is a loud of bull." Holly said, eying Andy. "Are you trying to scare us?" Andy hoped he was just trying to scare them, but that was not the case. He needed Carter's priest Father Ferraro to bless the house. Suddenly, Savannah leaned over and made retching noises. Andy stared at her in disbelieve. This was no laughing matter. He needed serious help. She continued to pretend like she was throwing up. "Help! I'm sick because this house is haunted!" "I hope the walls don't start bleeding." Holly joined in. "Get out." Andy dismissed, pointing to the exit. "Relax, it was just a joke." she said. "Why don't you just do google on the house." Andy didn't think it was such a bad idea. "I will do that." "Let's talk about something else." Monica said, changing the subject. "We're donating to the Halloween charity, right?" "Sending them a thousand dollars." Andy said proudly. He loved helping out with charities. People who didn't were selfish. He remembered frowning at a lady who passed by a homeless guy. And she was carrying a Dolce & Gabanna bag! "Can I play with your birdies?" Savannah asked, pointing at the display center which held twenty birds in it. Andy's parents had bought it for him because he wanted to take care of the birds. They were all multicolored. It was Andy's idea because it contrasted with the birds of the feathers flock together saying. They were all beautiful. "Knock yourself out..." he said, "...literally." Savannah bounced off of the couch and began feeding the birds. Andy decided to let the ghost idea go. He needed to just forget about it. It was stupid of him to make a big deal out of something harmless. more

Open Question: I Have Been Learning About Islam...?

I have also been writing a blog about it as I learned. I'm going to post one of my recent entries here. I'm not going to post a link to it or try to advertise it, I just want to ask if you guys would do a fact check for me. I really want to do justice to Islam. It's a beautiful religion and I'd hate to misrepresent it. If you find mistakes in what was written or interpreted, I'd like to be able to go back and make corrections before too many people see it and even more misinformation is out. "Greetings Everyone, Again, I apologise for the lengthy delays in my entries. I have gotten a few private emails asking if I have abandoned this blog and would like to reassure you all now that this is NOT the case at all. I have had an overwhelming amount of things going on. Since I have been preparing for surgery (Tuesday the 9th at 4pm Arizona time) I decided that since I couldn't be on anyway, I'd send my computer for some maintenance, which was long overdue. It's taken longer to fix than anticipated. To top things off, the other day, my mother was going to the pharmacy to pick up a pre-op medication for me and was struck by a driver who was under the influence of alcohol and a sedative. She has a cracked sternum and a few ribs are bruised, but she is otherwise ok. Needless to say, I have been quite overwhelmed and my blogs have been lower on my priority scale and, in all honesty, a bit out of mind. I am going to try to make up a bit for lost time with you wonderful people in this blog and while I am recovering. On a side note- I wold like to thank everyone who remembered my health issues and surgery date from my other blog and went to my blogger profile, found my facebook, and either added me to give me advice or sent me well-wishes for the surgery (or both, lol).You guys have really brightened my days. Before I get going in the main parts of what I've learned while away, I would like to draw attention to a bit of news I find rather disturbing. It has come to my attention that the wearing of a hijab (or other religious covering for women and men alike) has been banned in France, Germany, and Turkey. For such countries who proclaim to be progressive and tolerant, this seems to me to be a HUGE blow to basic human rights. Taking away a person's religious freedoms is taking away a huge part of their identity. If people can justify this sort of oppression with certain groups of people, it's only a matter of time before it gradually works its way around and freedom is denied to EVERYONE. This is a common method used by fascism and dictatorial governments. It's a slowly increasing oppression to get people used to being herded. And it's so slow that people don't use their voice to speak up against it and even fail to notice. That is until they finally realise their voice has been taken away from them. It starts with one group and moves to others. It genuinely frightens me a bit to think that it's starting up again. Did people not learn this with the Holocaust and Nazi Germany? With the USSR? I would like you to take a moment to think about the poem by Pastor Martin Niemoller: First they came for the Communists, and I did not speak out.... Because I was not a Communist Then they came for the trade unionists, and I did not speak out... Because I was not a trade unionist Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out... Because I was not a Jew Then they came for me... and there was no one left to speak out for me. Even if you are not a Muslim or religious, I still ask you to sign this petition granting our brothers and sisters of all faiths their basic human rights to worship as they believe is right and good. If we do not speak out when this starts, as the poem I quoted states, when they come for the rest of us, there will be no one left to speak out for us. As Newton's first law states, an object in motion will remain in motion until acted upon by a greater force. If we all stand together on this- we can BE that greater force. Now that I've gotten my preachiness out of the way, let's all get ino why we're all here on this blog to begin with- to learn about Islam and to realise they are not terrorists. When I was able to meet with a local Imam with my mother, he loaned us acouple book. The one I will be covering with you first is "Towards Understanding Islam" writen by Sayyid Abul A'la Mawdudi (1903-1979, may he rest in peace). The book, though only a mere 122 pages (and not really starting until page 15), is a surpisingly thorough and good introduction to those of us with very little knowledge about the Islamic faith. It consists of 7 main chapters (The meaning of Islam, Faith and Obedience, The Prophethood, The Articles of Faith, Prayer and Worship, Din and Shari'ah, and The Principals of the Shari'ah) and several mini-articles or breakdowns within them. Let's start with the beginning- The Meaing of Islam. The first thing mentioned is that every religion of the world has been named after a foua founder, community, or nation in which it came to be. Christianity from Jesus Christ, Judaism from the Jews, Buddhism from Gautama Buddha, etc etc. Islam is more a title of attributes and, according to the Holy Qur'an, anyone who is good and righteous, possessing the attribute, is a Muslim. But what does "Islam" itself mean? It's an Arabic derived word alluding to the submission, surrender, and obedience to God or Allah. In an interjection made by the editor, it's stated that "peace" is the literal meaning of the word "Islam". For those people thinking that Islam is a hateful religion full of terrorists, it may come as a surprise to them to learn this. That the actual word of Islam itself hints that the only way to achieve true peace within your mind, body and soul is through the submission and obedience to Allah rather than violence.Mawdudi then goes on to explain that everything in the universe has an order. Everything follows a set of "laws", be they physical, biological, chemical, etc. The sun, matter, and energy all behave in a set way that Allah has ordered them too. Thus evey micro-organism in the universe, known and unknown by man, is Muslim as it follows that law whether the human person believes in it or not. Even those denying the existence of Allah still have to, in some extent, live by the laws of Allah. Gravity still works for him. His body still converts food to energy. He can still breath. It's believed that from the time you are conceived until you are once more dust, every fibre and molecule of your being must still obey the physical laws to which Allah has ruled. While in this physical realm, everything is Muslim, there is also the spiritual realm of a person's existence. We, as people, have the ability and power to think, to judge, to study and to come to conclusions. We have free will.This, given the belief that Allah is there, is truly a gift. Free will is what allows us to be who we are. Cows, pigs, grass... they do not get this level of consciousness. There is no choice for them. Humans are truly blessed with free will. But it has a downside too. If used wrong, there are consequences. A person who behaves righteously in accordance to the set of rules given to them by Allah will enter paradise. The person who spurns His law and who is not a good person will be punished. Think of Allah as a parent. If we, the children, do not follow the rules, we will be punished. A person who submits themselves to the will of Allah is thus spiritually a Muslim. The acknowledgement that there is one Lord who rules the universe and one Lord who must be worshipped is the path to follow. And submitting yourself to Allah is considered the most important life decision there is.The next thing he discusses is disbelief. This is the idea that a person, though born a Muslim and unconsciously being one through their whole life, does not follow the Qur'an or the rules given to them by Allah. They CHOOSE to deny their Lord. This person is an unbeliever or, in the language of Islam (Arabic), a "Kafir". This is not to be mistaken for the racist South African term "kaffir" even though it is thought to be derived from the Arabic "Kafir". It comes from "Kufr" which literally means "to cover or conceal". This is a logical name since someone who denies Allah "conceals or covers the truth" with their disbelief. This is essentially the same as denying that your body functions i a specific way as designed by Allah to function. The thought that your every fibre is lifeless and random in existence with no point is unthought of. It's basically thought that this sort of person denies reality itself. "Kufr" is considered not just a form of ignorance, but ignorance itself.For a Muslim, what else could be more ignorant than the denial that we came into existence by the will of something greater? It's like saying a building can be made without an architect. We are, in a way, buildings and cities of our own right and Allah is considered the Great Architect. We are built from the ground up. Someone who doesn't realise this can't start things correctly. As Mawdudi stated, "How can one who has made the wrong beginning reach the right destination? He will fail to ind the key to Reality." It's a heavy thought. It's also thought that "Kufr" is not just a form of tyranny, but the worst of all tyrannies. This means that anyone who resorts to "Kufr" is doing an injustice not only to themselves, but to others whom they come into contact with because they rebel against nature itself. They become an instrument of hate and disobedience. Thus it's important to SUBMIT. There's that word again. Is anyone noticing how tyranny and injustice is AGAINST Islam?I don't know about my fellow Christians or people raised in other faiths or non-faiths, but I've yet to find terrorism. It is said that someone who is disloyal to their country or family is a traitor and bad things befall them. The same is believed of Allah and Islam. The only thing asked of you as a person in accordance to Islam is to give your heart and faith to Him and you will have a fulfilling life. A "Kufr", on the other hand, will fail in his endeavers and not lead a very fruitful life. When you first read things, it can seem a bit complicated to those of us who have never learned about the religion of Islam, but it's really quite beautiful in it's simplicity. The righteous are rewarded and traitors are punished. The "Kufr" people ae considered damaging to peace and balance in the world and in life, and they will be on the receiving end of the injustices they bestowed upon others in the afterlife. If you are kind, you will experience kindess, he cruel will experience cruelty.This is all I have time for until after my surgery, but I think this is an adequate bit of information to think over for a few days. :-) Have a lovely week and I will get back to you on "Faith and Obedience" with the next chapter. " If you guys can think of anything I've stated incorrectly here or if I should touch more on any other topics for this, let me know. Again, I'm not advertising my blog, I just want people to see the true side of Islam, not the lies that my country is showing with the press here. I welcome any guidance and assistance you have to offer so long as you don't insult anyone. I had one person who was constantly telling me how ignorant Imams are and it made me uncomfortable. Please be polite to each other. I just wish to learn the truth from you.Thank you so much. The additional details are all up for that one entry. I have a total of 9 blog entries so far. I have a link to it on my profile here, so if you want you can click my photo and find it on my Y!A profile. I really like learning about Islam. It's a moving experience. I just figured this was the best place to ask for further guidance and checks on my facts. I don't want to misrepresent something that beautiful. I will fully admit I am the less knowledgable source. This is just part of my journey with discovering Islam and I want it to be done right.The name of my blog is 'Christianity and Islam: A Quest for Understanding" if you would like to look it up on the "Blogger/Blogspot" blogging site. It's against the rules for me to post the site here since they say it's advertising, but I really could use some feedback in discovering the faith. Sure, reader numbers are cool, but I'm more interested in bonding with new friends over real talks of faith than for reader numbers. And no one gets internet famous off of a blog, lol. I'm nowhere near pretty enough for that anyway. Thanks to all of you who are responding. I had no idea about Mawdudi. I'd love to know who would be better to read? more

Open Question: what do u think of this book my friend and I r writing?

THE KILLER IN THE FOREST Prologue I never said she wasn’t as beautiful. Looking down at her she seemed so fragile, too fragile. I see now she isn’t a vampire. Just the killer. The killer in the forest. CHAPTER 1: Delicate She was beautiful. She seemed unsurprised. So unsurprised it was as if she expected me to be there. Expected her stalker. More like her wolf, ready to strike at his unsuspecting victim. She had wonderful long golden brown hair, and sky blue eyes. She was a Cheerleader. Last year she couldn’t stand up straight, let alone do a cartwheel. Literally, she couldn’t stand up straight, she had a broken leg. She got more coordinated this year, but she was still clumsy as ever. I caught her a couple of times, but she still didn’t noticed me. I wanted so bad to drink her blood, just to see how it tasted. A million victims. I couldn’t bring myself to do that. Her blood raced through my mind. The sort of metal taste, the one you’re afraid might shock your teeth. I could almost taste it. All the way from here. She liked to watch the sunset, I did, too. I watched it with her. I felt like I was standing next to her. And when she stood out there at three-thirty three. I charted all of the times in my notebook for the first three days that I realized how beautiful she was. I came out at all of the times written in my notebook. Sometimes I even stalked her for days at a time recording the times she was out there. I loved the things she loved; I would because I watched her house, too. I watched her read and wake up. I watched her receive her mail from, Janie. Complete letters about sleep and other stuff she did in her bedroom. Human girls. I wanted to go see her. I wanted to tell her that I knew about her. Her victims. I wanted to, but I was nervous. How would I say it? “Hey, there Claudia, I have been stalking you, watching you through your window. Yeah, so I know you kill people, hope this doesn’t change anything between us.” I would expect her to push me off a cliff! Or call the cops. No, I would become the thing I needed. The thing she has enough of. I would become her friend. That would be fairly difficult to pull off. Being a boy would give me a disadvantage. I needed a girl, just until she knew who I was, what I was. “Blair? No. Sarah? No. Stephanie? Hmmm. Not bad. Carter? Perfect. Anne? No. Well, Stephanie Anne Carter. Doesn’t seem too bad.” “What are you saying?” I looked around for someone. Nobody was there. “Okay.” “Aren’t you going to answer me?” “I don’t see you.” “I don’t want you to.” “Who are you?” “A killer. Who are you?” “A stalking killer. And the funny thing, I know who you are, Claudia.” “How do you? What? I don’t understand how do you know my name?” “I’d know that scent anywhere. And the voice. The only thing that knocked me off guard was the other blood, I thought, perhaps you were not alone. And you were alone. Just have another victim to your murderous crimes.” “You make it sound…repulsive. I need this to stay alive. I am a vampire. And you are one as well. I don’t understand how you find drinking blood repulsive, but you do it yourself. Explain, please.” “I am a killer, but I kill those who deserve to die.” “Everybody deserves to die! You don’t just choose who can and can’t die.” “You make it sound like a privilege.” “It is a privilege to die under such a being.” “I kill murderers. I don’t want to kill you.” The rain poured down on my face, making tears. “I am a vampire not a killer.” “I object.” I ran as fast I could. The forest was so quiet. All I could hear was the sound of my feet beating on the bare ground, my heart thumping, I could smell her fresh kill, and I felt my love towards her growing on me. My mind was saying, “Go back! She’s a killer, you eat killers for breakfast, literally!”, But my heart was saying, “Run! Don’t go back! You don’t want to kill her!” I was torn. My instincts left me. My feet tumbled from under me. My arms were clutching the pain I felt in my heart, so they couldn’t break my fall. I fell flat on my face. I laid there for a while, letting the pain consume me. Letting it eat me from inside. I got up. I was still in love with her, even if she knew her stalker was a vampire, who murdered killers like her. I reached the top of the mountain. I stared down. What time is it? Where is she? I pulled out my watch, and I knew the answer three-thirty two. She should be out here by now. Waiting for three-thirty three. She was not there, not at her house, I think I know where she is. Searching for me, tracking my scent, blood gives you special abilities, super scent is one of them. She wasn’t aware of the time; she just had to know me. My name, my walk, my personality. The perfect way to get to her is to go back to school Monday and act like I didn’t know her, maybe then I would get her attention. The smell! Her smell! She was close. I had to run, or hide. I knew the perfect place. Where she hid, he more

Open Question: DOES ANYONE REMEMBER THIS COMPUTER GAME?

It was an educational game that my sisters and I used to play on our computer, and all I can remember is typing, and being in a room with others who are typing as well, and you're writing stories for a newspaper. Every so often, the boss will come inside the room, and I vaguely remember that there is an elevator that you go up if you complete the level. At the end, there's a brown dog who flies an airplane and says something along the lines of, "This looks like it's going to be the beginning of a beautiful new friendship" as he flies you in his plane around a field with a barn. I know this sounds so random.. but I've been having random flashes of this game all day and of course cannot stand not knowing. THANKS for all the help!---- http://www.smartkidssoftware.com/ndlec126.htm I TOTALLY FOUND IT.. if anyone is interested.. click to see the back. this is the best thing in the world. my night is complete. more

Open Question: Where is my error in this essay i've written?

So, I wrote an essay and my English teacher on my online high-school told me to proofread it. I have done this but see no error...can someone help me point it out?" Who is Maya Angelou? She is an African-American poetry and autobiography writer who has published many different pieces in the 21st century. She writes mainly about how it was growing up black in her generation and speaks mostly about important lessons she has learned throughout her life. Her New York Best Times seller, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings, is a prime example of a wonderful autobiography written about black civil rights. It has been a controversial piece since it was written and is widely read in American Schools. I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings was and still is a controversial topic discussed by editors, author’s schools and regular, average Americans. In her book, she takes you through some of the critical social triumphs she had to endure during her time and some more personal issues such as the rape of her mother’s lover when she was a child. I think the best thing about this book is the fact that it is being told by a child. The reason I say this is because you’re getting a child’s point of view on adult issues and things that aren’t usually talked about with children. When looking, I could really only find good criticism on this book. “It is considered the strongest of Angelou's autobiographical books,” as Janet Witalec states in her critique. Along with her number of autobiographies, Maya Angelou is also known for the many poems she has written about civil rights and morality. One example of one of her most discussed poems is “Phenomenal Woman.” The poem discusses how women should succeed and just be who they want to be. It talks about how you don’t have to be beautiful on the outside all the time because it’s who you are that matters. I think the thing that I like about it is that it’s not cheesy or something that a mother would just tell a child to make her feel better. She’s saying it in such a way that she admits her faults and that she isn’t a perfect ten or a model, but in the end if you have beauty but no personality then that’s just as bad as not having looks. She also says in the poem “Men themselves have wondered what they see in me, they try so much, but they can’t touch my inner mystery.” What she is saying here is even the men cannot see why they love her but there is just something about her that makes her special or unlike the rest. I think her purpose for this piece was to show what she has learned throughout her lifetime and share what she has learned with today’s generation since it is partially based on looks due to magazines, music, movies and the media. As hard as I have tried, I really couldn’t find any bad critique on this piece. As Vatily Kotyakov says in the critique and analysis she has written “The message is effective in conveying that quality of character standards are the only standards by which women should judge themselves and the way they see others.” I think she has said it all. more

Open Question: Is he no longer interested?

So I started a job at Mcdonalds about a month and a half ago. I like just about all of my co-workers. This one guy named Billy started talking to me one day and we hit it off really well. So everytime we worked together, he would flirt, and laugh, and tell dirty jokes, and be sweet....like he was interested. It turns out...he is freinds with someone I used to be kinda freinds with a long time ago. That freind's mother heard Billy and her son talking about me. She said that Billy was saying "She is so cute, I'm gonna try to get her number." So I knew then that he "liked" me. About a week later at work, one of our Managers who turns out to be Billy's sister in law, asks me if Billy had asked for my number yet. I said "no". SOOO I decide to give him my number. About a half an hour after I give it to him, he calls me while on his way home. We talked for about 20 mins, then he had to make a quick stop. He calls me back about 20 mins later and talks to me for about 2 hours. The whole time on the phone, he is really funny, happy, and seemingly genuinely pleased that I gave him my number. We found out we have alot in common. Same interests, likes/dislikes, ect. We played 20 questions and had fun asking some embaressing yet funny questions to eachother...just a game ya know? We laughed alot, He kept implying that we were going to hang out soon (somewheres other than mcdonalds) and he was sweet saying he thought I was very pretty and had beautiful eyes. He did ask if I was a virgin...and I answered yes. He sounded very suprised, yet I dont think he was bothered by it. So we hung up after about 2 hours of talking. I didnt hear from him the next day. The day after, I saw him at work. We didnt get too many oppurtunites to talk as it was SO busy and lately the managers have had my up front more whereas he works in the back....But anyways....he seemed more quiet or somthing. And thinking back on it now...I think I seemed more quiet too. Like shy or something. Which normally we are never shy to eachother. We talk about anything and usually say or do dumb things to eachother. But we didnt really do any of that that day. I found him looking at me alot throughout the day (he always looks at me alot). I had my hopes up thinking that he was going to ask me out...but he didnt. When I had to leave, he seemed a little sad but just said "see you later". So I went home a little upset. I texted him later that night asking him how work went. He said "it was shitty." And I asked why. He was mad cause he had to work with a couple people he doesnt like. So I was like "aww im sorry." Then he texted "Thnxs that makes me feel so much better :p" So I said "I thought it would ;), So why were you so quiet today?" He replied "I was stoned LOL" I just wrote "LOL I should've known better. So whatchu up to? Do you have to work tomorow?" Then he replied "Im waiting for curt (he is the freind that I mentioned earlier) to meet me at Mcdons, and Nope :)" I replied "have fun, and me niether :)" After that, I think I texted him once the next day saying something about how now had to work after supposedly getting the day off. He never replied. This could be because I know he doesnt have great service at home...or could be he just ignored me. So I see him a day or 2 later, and once again....we are both alot quieter than normal. We talk a little bit...our kinda "play being mean/rude" game that we always played...only we didnt do it as much. And niether one of us mentioned our phone conversation the other night. It was so busy there again that night that we didnt have much chance to talk anyways.... It feels like I am losing him! I KNOW he was interested. He was talking about me to his freinds, he was flirting with me all the time and becoming more sweet and less rude flirting. He was soooo funny and nice on the phone. But why now does it seem he isnt interested? What could I have said or done to change his opinion overnight?? Is it the fact that I am a virgin? He is 20 and I am 17....every other 17 year old I know isnt a virgin...I know its wierd that I have waited this long to have sex. I've dated many times, I just havent met someone that I truly loved ya know? He sounded suprised with my answering "no"......but I didnt think it would scare him off?? Maybe the virgin thing has nothing to do with it??? I just dont know what I did? What would you do if you were me? Should I wait till I see him at work, and maybe just ask him if he likes me or if I misunderstood him? Or should I just try to stop being awkward, forget I ever gave him my number and go back to being the fun and sexy girl that he had a crush on in the first place????? What should I do? I really like this guy....I actually really do. And I was so happy when I was sure that he liked me too....but now I am just like "what did I do wrong"?????????? Please help!!!!! more

Open Question: Who the guy saying this.?

"Listen, I’ll probably never be that guy when I walk by, you lick your lips and you probably wont start switchin’ your hips on purpose when you walk by me. And I’ll probably never be the star of your fantasy. And hell, if I was ever in your dream, you’d probably be passin’ me, over to that big burly guy with his shirt off with the whip cream and hot candle wax, and thats okay ‘cause I wanna get to know you.. before I get in you. And my Hindu friend once told me the beauty of karma, so I thought if I shared my soul I might get one in return. In return, I wanna find my connection, not too concerned with affection cause I understand that in time, that will come. But this is for those guys that are looking for a beautiful soul, not a quick fix. For my guys lookin for their wives, not these quick tricks. For my understand-that-our-bodies-arent-always- going-to-be-strong-enough-for-sex guys so lookin to see if our-minds-still-connect guys. This is for my bringing-your-favorite-flowers, sit-up-and-talk-for-hours-just-to-hear-you-laug h guys. And see, I wanna remember the color of your eyes before I remember the taste of your inner thigh. I want the color of your eyes to be the reason why I open mine and my eyes are open. And they say when youre lookin for gold, simply start by putting yourself in a place where gold is. I’m lookin for your soul, so Ill start back where your soul sits—your eyes. And this is for those guys that understand that to make love, you must first have love. This is for my destiny-is-written-above guys. This is to us needing, loving, and treating you the way a woman should be treated. All the times we loved and all the times we mistreated our love. All our fights, arguments, and all the times we got heated because it happens, and people do that. Now that were past all of that, now we know that love is more than physical, this is to us having the best, most amazing sex, I mean, I mean, love of our lives." Is there a youtube link to this or something. more

Open Question: is this worth finishing?

I started to write this novel years ago. It's about a small town Lancashire girl who is elected Queen of Europe, Sort of tragi-comic. The Queen of Europe adjusted her spectacles, placed her elbows on the desk and holding her fingers in her ears, tried to concentrate on the war ministers report. The Basques had started a new offensive, the Flemish too. Sicilians had blown up a busload of greek tourists. Two roads Germany were impassable due to potholes made by a group claiming singular recognition for Visigoths, and the celts were threatening violence to any shipping disturbing fishing rights around the British coastline. Normal imperfection reigned in the State of Europe. For fifteen minutes the queen scanned the report, pursing her lips at the latest Basque atrocity, smiling at the outragious demands of the Visigoths. All so normal it was downright tedious. Flipping the paper into the 'out' tray she reached for the bottle of italian red on the furthest corner of the desk. When Dennison came to tell her the Cheif of treasury had arrived, the queen lay across the desk, spectacles askew, happily snoring over the Daily Economic report. Gently, he gripped her shoulder, shaking it as he spoke close to her beautiful pink ear. "Ma'am. Wake up. Oh please wake up. You can't see the treasurer like this.Ma'am. Ma'am. Wake up." The queen spluttered but resumed snoring. Dennison realised he was o a loser.For the third time this week the queen had become 'indisposed' He went to make apologies to the Chief of Treasury'. more

Open Question: Can you help me edit my writing? Constructive comments highly appreciated?

I was writing an article for my school magazine. I kind of got a bit stuck before, but my deadline is tomorrow. So I thought I had better write something, just to get some ideas down, but past the first paragraph is a bit rough around the edges. And I was wondering if you can help me improve and edit my piece. Oh and also, do you find my article interesting? Are we living in a world that’s so focused on the ideal, that we lose ourselves in the process? Throughout the decades the media has begun to alter our view of the ideal, so much so that anything else just doesn’t cut it. But are we going too far? Many would say that we are so obsessed with appearances that we sometimes forget to be ourselves, and not just ‘another face in a crowd’. But how did the ideal change from a curvy size 12 – like Marilyn Monroe – to the ridiculously skinny size zero (UK size four)? Over the years we’ve gradually seen the changing faces of British men and women. Changing from days when curvy and voluptuous was idolised, to days when straight up and down was it, to the present day, when undernourished is glamorised. But why? Why do we idolise something that isn’t a realistic achievable goal, something that only a small percentage of the population actually is? In the past when slim was originally idolised, it was mostly because of the war, when food was rationed, and the people were always working, just fighting to survive. When the days of world wars passed, slowly the population wasn’t working as hard and gradually the rationing faded out. Currently the majority is always working, but in a different way from the past. Work is now far less laborious than it was previously, and the majority have office jobs. Most of us work with computers, and drive cars instead of walking. We’re always on the go: always doing something. Ready meals became ever more popular and everything seemed instant. So it’s no wonder why the changing faces of the British public are gradually getting bigger. It’s because our lifestyle changed. How is it that we idolise UK size four, when in reality, the average size of British women is actually six sizes bigger: size sixteen. The changing faces of men and women are getting bigger, the idolised is getting smaller, so how is it that we still strive for something even further out of our reach? Why can’t we just be who we are? It’s not just the sizes that we idolise though, it’s the whole package. The looks, the wealth, the attitude: everything. Models appear evermore glamorous on our glossy magazines, that we just can’t help but to aspire to be like them. Who doesn’t want to be beautiful? And in magazines, those models usually appear to be perfect. But how can we strive for perfect, when it doesn’t even exist? Models are air-brushed, altered to fit the ideal. An image that is hardly credible in reality. An image that only belongs in fantasy. Although some celebrities such as Gok Wan and Coleen Rooney are working to achieve a more realistic outlook on appearances, we still have far to go. We still have to find a way to change our culture and the way in which we think. To believe in what’s realistic and not unbelievably far out of reach, but things are beginning to change. We still have hope. We have hope so that one day we can look in the mirror and not scrutinise ourselves to every little imperfection. We have hope, that one day, we can truly be ourselves. Thank you :) more

Resolved Question: Based on this extract, could I earn any money if I published the novel?

Ok, so I'm trying to earn any money that I can. I'm 6 months pregnant, 16, and I've been bored because all my friends are going out, bored of me, etc etc, so I've taken up writing. I've nearly finished writing a novel. Please give me as much feedback as you can. Thanks. A tall, thin, spiky shadow crept along the wall as what the people of the village called the “Dandy Man” made his way through the dim graveyard. The night was still young, but the winter evenings were cruel to the farmers and workers, not permitting them much light. The Dandy Man advanced yet further into the graveyard where nobody had worked for years, where nobody who was born before 1856 was buried and where everybody in the village was afraid to visit. This was because of the Dandy Man. -- Meredith Suma sat down underneath the canopy of the fresh willow tree. It was strangely beautiful, and in the least likely of places. The church was decrepit, old and as unholy as a place could get, yet Meredith’s grandmother felt as if she was greatly contributing to the community and to God, doing some good, if she tended to it. Meredith’s father thought that his mother was stupid, doing something pointless, but his wife told him to let her be. It gave her a purpose, something to feel important about. Meredith’s father was often grumpy, never even happy when she baked him food or danced for him, wrote him a story or drew him a picture. Even when she spent an hour each morning, especially rising from her slumber especially early in order to neatly braid her hair into millions of thin, tight plaits of her fair hair. “Can I go and explore, Granny?” she asked with a sigh. Sitting on the step whilst her grandmother raked up the leaves was not remotely stimulating for an eight year old. Meredith’s grandmother looked up anxiously, and upon seeing her only grandchild’s downtrodden face, she pressed a smile across her pearly pink lips and nodded slowly. “Be careful, sugar,” she warned her granddaughter as she trotted off, suddenly elated. Greta Suma watched her granddaughter anxiously, and continued to rake the leaves. “Don’t go too far, Merry...” more

Open Question: WHO ELSE THINKS TWILIGHT IS THE BEST MOVIE EVER?

Sorry - I wrote that title because I've asked this question 3 times now and nobody would answer me .. I really want a CKCS but only want one if it is compatible with my lifestyle, I already have an 11 year old cat named Maui. And a 2 year old Alaskan Malamute named Winter. I take Winter for really long walks on a beautiful trail near to my house. I am a really active person so I take Winter out 2 or 3 times a day for about 2 hours at a time (depends on the hours I'm working that day but she always goes at least 2 times a day) We also live near the beach so I take Winter their when I can and we sometimes spend the whole day there. I also just chill at home so it would get lots of attention and I love to groom Winter so the Cavalier would be nice and groomed too. I have read about Cavaliers in great detail and I think that it would really suit my lifestyle but would just like some other people's opinions - thank you.THE TITLE IS NOT THE QUESTION. I wrote the question so people would open the page and get my actual question which is would a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel be compatible with my lifestyle.....THE TITLE IS NOT THE QUESTION. I wrote the question so people would open the page and get my actual question which is would a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel be compatible with my lifestyle.....Yes maybe I shouldn't have wrote the title that I did - but it worked didn't it? Thanks for your answers. more

Open Question: myspace is hard to log onto at school so i'm writing this here?

If i could take it all back I wouldn't change a thing Let me show you how my love has changed. Here is my diary. this is for my personal benefit, don't read if you don't care. Journal Entry December 9th, 2008 5:20 pm "I just got asked out by the best guy in the whole world i'm so happy, I can't stop smiling. I've liked him for a pretty long time now. I just have a feeling, this is it, he's the one. :)" Journal entry January 3rd 2009 "...I basically made him break up with me, why? why? why can't I ever let myself have something I love? I did everything on purpose, I pushed his every button, waiting for him to break up with me. I guess I did it, so no one would hurt in the end. but the only one hurting is me. I fell harder than i've ever imagined. I just want him to take me back." Journal Entry Febuary 14th 2009 "this was supposed to be our day. I fucked it up all over again." Journal Entry March 23rd 2009 "Shoot me." Journal Entry May 3rd 2009 "FUCK THEM, FUCK THEM ALL. i'm tired of tears, of misery, i'm tired of BULLSHIT! I fucking hate everything about this fucking school about this fucking life! I hate him! ....god dammit. I love him." Journal Entry August 4th 2009 "it's my birthday, and he's still on my mind. Don't worry. It will all be over soon." Journal Entry October 4th 2009 "I'm going out with Ruben. Thought it would help me move on Too bad all I want is you." December 9th 2009 "i bet he doesn't remember at all. this has been one year of mistakes The first mistake made was hugging him and letting go." Journal Entry December 25th 2009 "all i want for christmas is for you to be happy." Journal Entry January 1st 2010 "who would have known i'd be here, still more in love than ever to this very day, now. A year ago, i could have fixed everything. If I could go back, i'd change it all." Journal Entry January 15th "Diary, prepare yourself. I'm spilling my guts. I know this boy. He is the most important person in my life. I love him more than most anyone could ever imagine. I think i'm pretty damn lucky. I'm 14 years old, and i've been in, and all around love. But I fell in love when I was still only 13. I guess I just didn't notice it yet. Before I even start, let me tell you how beautiful this boy is. Picture the most gorgeous person you know, and multiply that by a million. That's how beautiful he is. Every single aspect of him is perfection. He just shines with a radiance that makes your heart fall. He's a breathtaking kind of wonderful, My kind of wonderful. Now let's try to get a glimpse of exactly how much I love him. I love this boy more than i've ever loved someone. I'd give my life for him in a second. Anything to keep him safe and happy. I love him just a bit more everytime he pops into my mind. He deserves every single bit of everything. Everything his little heart could ever want. He's a part of me now, he has a hole in me. A hole I thought I could fill up with someone or something else, but I couldn't. Because this hole only molds perfectly with the presence of him. Ha, i love him. I love him so much. Now, let me clarify. If he needs me by his side, i'll be there before he could ask. If he wants me gone, I would be gone before he could complain. And let me clarify, He makes me the happiest, person in the world. He's the best. But I sware I hate his guts. Confused? good. now you're caught up on my level." Journal entry February 14th 2010 "a year ago... fuck it. There's no use in living in the past." Journal Entry February 21st 2010 "He brought me through hell and back, but also through Heaven, through a paradise, that I thought would never leave. But then.. here I am long gone. I learned he is nothing but a hollow empty shell of a person. I know why I loved him. I know why I fell in love with him. There was a sparkle to his eyes, a warmth to his smile. He made me feel, secure. He was the first person to ever make me feel.. happy. It's all gone now. He's empty and sad. There's no pure happiness left in him. I look at him now, and I see the smile on his face, and hear the laughter that rings through the room. But that doesn't fool me. He's not happy, If you think he is.. take another look. I wish I could help him. But I don't love him anymore. I'm completely in love with the way he used to be. who he used to be.. THAT boy, is the boy I never want to let go of. that's the boy that's a part of me. there used to be a beautiful ray of sunshine that followed him every where he went. He was the smile when everyone was sad. The hope when everyone gave up. Now he's the one who's given up. He gave up a long time ago. there's no saving him now. I wish I could bring back the sparkle to him. I will always love him just for being him. always. Because, he was my first and only love, and you don't forget people like him, he's to special. I will always give my life for his in an instant. I wil more

Resolved Question: Do you think I may have a chance?

There's this girl in one of my classes. The other day I was doing something important at a table at school, and she randomly said hi to me (though she was involved in the particular... well, the "important" thing). Then I was writing my name on a piece of paper, and she took notice - "Oh, ______ (insert my name here)" - as if she'd never known my name before. That's not to say she did, but the way she said it was very difficult to believe, and given the context, I have a very strong feeling she was pretending. Then after I was done, I was like, "well anyways, I have to go back to my lunch table." She's says bye in a fairly enthusiastic voice (a rarity for her), and I did the same to her. It was last week. Other than that, I have caught her staring in my direction before, and she looked away very quickly. I didn't make much of it because it could mean anything, and I haven't caught her looking very often, so I won't over-analyze that. What do you think? We're both generally pretty quiet people; she's newer to our school (and to the city, she came here just before the year began) and she's shy, but not antisocial. Based on what I see of her, it seems like we might have a lot in common, but I doubt it. In fact, I'll bet that before she moved, she was the type of person who was out partying every weekend. But I do like her - a lot, I mean. She's very kind, seems bright, and not to mention she's just beautiful. I'm not a particularly good-looking, self-assured guy. I try to remain subtle and not stare in her direction or come on too strongly. I want to find ways to imply my interest without making her uncomfortable. Based on what I've already said, do you think I may have a chance? I never assume somebody likes me unless they say so, or it's obvious. more

Resolved Question: Do you think she wants to get to know me better?

There's this girl in one of my classes. The other day I was doing something important at a table at school, and she randomly said hi to me (though she was involved in the particular... well, the "important" thing). Then I was writing my name on a piece of paper, and she took notice - "Oh, ______ (insert my name here)" - as if she'd never known my name before. That's not to say she did, but the way she said it was very difficult to believe, and given the context, I have a very strong feeling she was pretending. Then after I was done, I was like, "well anyways, I have to go back to my lunch table." She's says bye in a fairly enthusiastic voice (a rarity for her), and I did the same to her. It was almost flirtatious, looking back on it now. It was last week. Other than that, I have caught her looking in my direction before - one time when I looked, she looked away very quickly. By itself, that's meaningless, and I haven't caught her doing it too often so I'm not reading too far into this. What do you think? We're both generally pretty quiet people; she's newer to our school (and to the city, she came here just before the year began), and she is timid but not to such an extent where she is a recluse; like me, she's quiet but not antisocial. Based on what I see of her, it seems like we might have a lot in common; maybe I'm just saying that to myself to try and envision it to be better than it is. I think we're a bit less alike than I'd like to think - in fact, I'll wager that before she moved, she was the type of person who was out partying every weekend, was NEVER home on a Friday night, and had gone out on a lot of dates. But I do like her - a lot, I mean. She's very kind, seems bright, and not to mention she's just beautiful. But I'm not necessarily the most good-looking guy out there: she's slim, but I'm slightly big (not horribly so, but slightly). Every day when I sit behind her in class, all I can think about is how much I'd love to give her a hug. Yet I try to remain subtle and not stare in her direction, or come on too strongly, or anything like that. I'm trying to figure out ways to get her attention and imply my interest in her without making her uncomfortable. Based on what I've already said, do you think I may have a chance? I mean, I like to pick up on things, but I would never assume somebody likes me unless they say so, or it's plainly obvious. more

Open Question: My boyfriend just broke up with me? Didnt see it coming! HELP! HE'S MY FIRST AND IM HURTING! Its long..?

My boyfriend of 5 months just broke up with me last night, mid conversation. No warning. And I'm pretty sure he would have done the whole thing thru text if I hadnt called him.We live 2 hrs apart. We don't get to see each other often, but we text/call/email/snail mail every day. He came down here to visit me saturday before last. Actually, it's funny cuz the night before he came, we argued and I think he thought I was gonna dump him cuz he kept repeatedly calling and said,"It's not always gonna be this way" He was planning on moving down here in the fall to go to college, he hates the cold yet he was moving. He told me that Saturday for the first that he loved me. He told me long ago, "I wont say that. Not until Im absolutely sure I feel that way. I said it once and lied, and promised myself I would never do that again." ANYWAYS...AND THEN I START GETTING MESSAGES LIKE THIS: (LAST MONDAY):"Beautiful, smart, great kisser, amazing, loving, funny. out of this world (and our heads) experience, you rock my world, youre the love of my life, and you are perfect for me. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, and for that I thank you. I love you" (LAST THURSDAY): "I miss kissing you too, and holding you, and even just being near you." LAST WEDNESDAY HE CALLED, talked for an hour and he was really excited because he was going to Disney world on a school band competition . I was happy for him and even said not to waste time texting me while he was there. He said he would still write me. And he did....late at night, just to say "just got back to the hotel. But it's past lights out. Gotta go. I love you." Anywayys, that kinda frustrated me, but Monday I wrote and apologized for how frustrated I;ve been. That I love him, respect him, and cherish our relationship. Then he called me monday, GRUMPIER THAT I;VE EVER HEARD (even picking fights with his mom in the background), and he talked for an hour straight bout his trip till he was hoarse. I could tell he was seriously jetlagged. Then...He writes me last night, "Sorry it took me so long. I just got in a position to text you. How was your day?" And we started chatting and I told him what I'd done, that someone I know accidently sent me a text saying they loved me and were embarrassed, etc. He wrote, "Sorry. I fell asleep. Im still jetlagged." I made a comment about how I still get this feeling in my stomach each time I see him. HIS RESPONSE: "I do too. BUT..I hate to say this, but this long distance relationship just isnt working." Even though spring break's next week. He told me: "We're both frustrated, I can count the number of times we've seen each other on both hands. We're busy with school, and it isnt fair to either of us. It isnt working." When I asked why he didnt tell me this 2 weeks ago? He said "It's been builiding up. I waited until I was sure. I never want to have any regrets." I said but college is months away, and summers coming. He said: "Five months is a long time." We've been together 5 months and he decides to break up midsentence? GUYS! He's my first BF,first kiss, everything I could have wanted in a guy and more. This didnt even sound like him. I NEVER have seen him act anything like this. How did he change from "love of my life" to "this doesnt work" in 1 WEEK? PLEASE HELP! Im hurting! HERES THE CLINCHER...I FOUND OUT THIS MORNING WHILE TALKING TO MY MOM, THAT MY DAD RAN INTO SOMEONE (who already hates my dad) WHO WALKS EVERY DAY WITH MY BF's MOM, AND MY DAD DISSED MY bf IN FRONT OF THE FRIEND. SAYING HE HAD NO AMBITION, ETC. ETC. THAT WAS MONDAY NIGHT THAT THEY RAN INTO EACH OTHER. I KNOW HIS MOM WENT WALKING YESTERDAY WITH THE FRIEND AND HEARD WHAT MY DAD SAID...DO YOU THINK THIS IS WHY MY BF BROKE UP WITH ME? more

Open Question: My boyfriend just broke up with me...IT'S LONG BUT IM HURTING! HELP PLEASE!?

My boyfriend of 5 months just broke up with me last night, mid conversation. No warning. And I'm pretty sure he would have done the whole thing thru text if I hadnt called him.We live 2 hrs apart. We don't get to see each other often, but we text/call/email/snail mail every day. He came down here to visit me saturday before last. Actually, it's funny cuz the night before he came to see me, we got in a argument and I think he thought I was gonna dump him cuz he kept repeatedly calling and said,"It's not always gonna be this way" He was planning on moving down here in the fall to go to college, he hates the cold yet he wasmoving here. He told me, that Saturday for the first that he loved me. He told me long ago quote, "i wont say that. Not until Im absolutely sure I feel taht way. I said it once and lied, and promised myself I would never do that again." ANYWAYS...SO HE TELLS ME...AND THEN I START GETTING MESSAGES LIKE THIS: (LAST MONDAY):"Beautiful, smart, great kisser, amazing, loving, funny. out of this world (and our heads) experience, you rock my world, youre the love of my life, and you are perfect for me. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, and for that I thank you. I love you" (LAST THURSDAY): "I miss kissing you too, and holding you, and even just being near you." LAST WEDNESDAY HE CALLED AND WAS bubbly talked for an hour and he was really excited because he was going to Disney world on a school band competition . I was happy for him and even said not to waste time texting me while he was there. He said he would still write me. And he did....very sporiadiclly, late at night, just to say "just got back to the hotel. But it's past lights out. Gotta go. I love you." Anywayys, that kinda frustrated me, but Monday I wrote and apologized for how frustrated I;ve been. That I love him, respect him, and cherish our relationship. Then he called me monday, GRUMPIER THAT I;VE EVER HEARD (even picking fights with his mom in the background), and he talked for an hour straight bout his trip till he was hoarse. I could tell he was seriously jetlagged. Yesterday....he writes me last night, "Sorry it took me so long. I just got in a position to text you. How was your day?" And we started chatting and I told him what I'd done, that someone I know accidently sent me a text saying they loved me and were embarrassed, etc. He stopped writing, "Sorry. I fell asleep. Im still jetlagged." But we then started again, and I made a comment about how I still get this feeling in my stomach each time I see him. HIS RESPONSE: "I do too. BUT..I hate to say this, but this long distance relationship just isnt working." Even though spring break's next week. He told me quote: "We're both frustrated, I can count the number of times we've seen each other on both hands. Im busy with high school, you're busy with school, and it isnt fair to either of us. It isnt working." When I asked why he didnt tell me this 2 weeks ago? He said "It's been builiding up. I waited until I was sure. I never want to have any regrets." I said but college is just 5 months away, and summers coming, and things will change. He said: "Five months is a long time." We've been together 5 months and he decides to break up midsentence?" GUYS! He's my first BF, my first kiss, and he's everything I could have wanted ina guy and more. This didnt even sound like him. I never have seen him act anything like this. How did he change from "love of my life" to "this doesnt work" in 1 WEEK? PLEASE HELP! Im hurting! HERES THE CLINCHER...I FOUND OUT THIS MORNING WHILE TALKING TO MY MOM, THAT MY DAD RAN INTO SOMEONE (who already hates my dad) WHO WALKS EVERY DAY WITH MY ex-BF's MOM, AND MY DAD DISSED MY GUY IN FRONT OF THE FRIEND. SAYING HE HAD NO AMBITION, ETC. ETC. THAT WAS MONDAY NIGHT THAT THEY RAN INTO EACH OTHER. I KNOW HIS MOM WENT WALKING YESTERDAY WITH THE FRIEND AND HEARD WHAT MY DAD SAID...DO YOU THINK THIS IS WHY MY BF BROKE UP WITH ME? Also...do you think chances are decent I might be getting an apology/change of heart in the next week here? more

Resolved Question: How much of this is true? (list of things about guys)?

1. Guys hate sluts even though they have sex with them! (oh yeah..you're not "popular" if you've slept with more than 5 guys..you're a HOE) 2. "Hey, are you busy?" or "Are you doing something?" ~ two phrases guys open with to stop from stammering on the phone. 3... Guys may be flirting around all day but before they go to sleep, they always think about the girl they truly care about. 4. Before they call, guys try to plan out a little about what they're gonna say so there aren't awkward pauses, but once he's on the phone he forgets it all and makes it up as he goes. 5. Guys go crazy over a girl's smile. 6. Guys will do anything just to get you to notice him. 7. Guys hate it when you talk about your ex-boyfriend or ex love-interest. Unless they're goin for the let-her-complain-to-you-and-then-have-her-realize-how-wonderful-and-nice-you-are method. 8. A guy who likes you wants to be the only guy you talk to. 9. Boyfriends need to be reassured often that they're still loved. 10. Don't talk about your guy friends to your boyfriend. 11. Guys get jealous easily. 12. Guys are more emotional than they'd like people to think. 13. Giving a guy a hanging message like "You know what?!..uh...nevermind.." would make him jump to a conclusion that is far from what you are thinking. And he'll assume he did something wrong and he'll obsess about it trying to figure it out. 14... Guys are good flatterers when courting but they usually stammer when they talk to a girl they really like. 15. Guys hate asking parents for money to buy girls presents. So they come up with ideas like saving their lunch money for a week. But it never works because guys are always hungry so they end up asking the parents for money anyway. 16. Girls are guys' weaknesses. 17. Guys are very open about themselves. 18. It's good to test a guy first before you trust him. But don't let him wait too long. 19. Your best friend, whom your boyfriend seeks help from about his problems with you may end up being admired by your boyfriend. 20. If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to listen to him. You don't need to give advice. 21. A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases you. 22. Guys love you more than you love them if they are serious in your relationships. 23. Guys will brag about anything. 24. Guys use words like hot or cute to describe girls. We rarely use beautiful. If a guy uses that, he likes you a whole hell of a lot. 25. Guys think WAY too much. One small thing a girl does, even if she doesn't notice it can make the guy think about it for hours, trying to figure out what it meant. 26. Guys seek for advice from girls not other guys. Because most guys think alike, so if one guy's confused, then we're all confused. 27. Any guy could write out a rulebook or advice book for flirting, but no guy can write out a book about relationships. 28. Try to be as straightforward as possible. 29. A guy has to experience rejection, because if he's too-good-never-been-busted, never been in love and hurt, he won't be mature and grown up. 30. If the guy does something stupid in front of the girl, he will think about it for the next couple days or until the next time he spends time with the girl. 31. No matter how much guys talk about asses and boobs, personality is key. 32. Guys learn from experience not from the romance books that girls read and take as their basis of experience. 33. Guys worry about the thin line between being compassionate and being whipped. 34. If a guy looks unusually calm and laid back, he's probably faking it and is spazzing inside. 35. When a guy says he is going crazy about the girl, he really is. Guys rarely say that. 36. When a guy asks you to leave him alone, he's just actually saying, "Please come and listen to me." 37. Guys don't really have final decisions. 38. If a guy starts to talk seriously, listen to him. It doesn't happen that often, so when it does, you know something's up. 39. If your best guy friend seems to avoid you or is never around when you're with your boyfriend, he's probably jealous and likes you. 40. When a guy looks at you for longer than a second, he's definitely thinking something. 41. Guys like femininity not feebleness. 42. Guys don't like girls who punch harder than they do. 43. A guy has more problems than you can see with your naked eyes. 44. Don't be a snob. Guys can be intimidated and give up easily. 45. Everything in moderation. Put on makeup, wear perfume. Just not too much. 46. Guys talk about girls more than girls talk about guys. 47. Guys hate rejection, but they hate being led on even more. 48. Guys really think that girls are strange and have unpredictable decisions and are MAD confusing but somehow are drawn even more to them. 49. A guy would give his left nut to be able to read a girl's mind for a day. 50. No guy can more

Open Question: My boyfriend just broke up with me...HELP! It's long...but Im HURTING! PLEASE!?

My boyfriend of 5 months just broke up with me last night, mid conversation. No warning. And I'm pretty sure he would have done the whole thing thru text if I hadnt called him.We live 2 hrs apart. We don't get to see each other often, but we text/call/email/snail mail every day. He came down here to visit me saturday before last. Actually, it's funny cuz the night before he came to see me, we got in a argument and I think he thought I was gonna dump him cuz he kept repeatedly calling and said,"It's not always gonna be this way" He was planning on moving down here in the fall to go to college, he hates the cold yet he wasmoving here. He told me, that Saturday for the first that he loved me. He told me long ago quote, "i wont say that. Not until Im absolutely sure I feel taht way. I said it once and lied, and promised myself I would never do that again." ANYWAYS...SO HE TELLS ME...AND THEN I START GETTING MESSAGES LIKE THIS: (LAST MONDAY):"Beautiful, smart, great kisser, amazing, loving, funny. out of this world (and our heads) experience, you rock my world, youre the love of my life, and you are perfect for me. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, and for that I thank you. I love you" (LAST THURSDAY): "I miss kissing you too, and holding you, and even just being near you." LAST WEDNESDAY HE CALLED AND WAS bubbly talked for an hour and he was really excited because he was going to Disney world on a school band competition . I was happy for him and even said not to waste time texting me while he was there. He said he would still write me. And he did....very sporiadiclly, late at night, just to say "just got back to the hotel. But it's past lights out. Gotta go. I love you." Anywayys, that kinda frustrated me, but Monday I wrote and apologized for how frustrated I;ve been. That I love him, respect him, and cherish our relationship. Then he called me monday, GRUMPIER THAT I;VE EVER HEARD (even picking fights with his mom in the background), and he talked for an hour straight bout his trip till he was hoarse. I could tell he was seriously jetlagged. Yesterday....he writes me last night, "Sorry it took me so long. I just got in a position to text you. How was your day?" And we started chatting and I told him what I'd done, that someone I know accidently sent me a text saying they loved me and were embarrassed, etc. He stopped writing, "Sorry. I fell asleep. Im still jetlagged." But we then started again, and I made a comment about how I still get this feeling in my stomach each time I see him. HIS RESPONSE: "I do too. BUT..I hate to say this, but this long distance relationship just isnt working." Even though spring break's next week. He told me quote: "We're both frustrated, I can count the number of times we've seen each other on both hands. Im busy with high school, you're busy with school, and it isnt fair to either of us. It isnt working." When I asked why he didnt tell me this 2 weeks ago? He said "It's been builiding up. I waited until I was sure. I never want to have any regrets." I said but college is just 5 months away, and summers coming, and things will change. He said: "Five months is a long time." We've been together 5 months and he decides to break up midsentence?" GUYS! He's my first BF, my first kiss, and he's everything I could have wanted ina guy and more. This didnt even sound like him. I never have seen him act anything like this. How did he change from "love of my life" to "this doesnt work" in 1 WEEK? PLEASE HELP! Im hurting! HERES THE CLINCHER...I FOUND OUT THIS MORNING WHILE TALKING TO MY MOM, THAT MY DAD RAN INTO SOMEONE (who already hates my dad) WHO WALKS EVERY DAY WITH MY ex-BF's MOM, AND MY DAD DISSED MY GUY IN FRONT OF THE FRIEND. SAYING HE HAD NO AMBITION, ETC. ETC. THAT WAS MONDAY NIGHT THAT THEY RAN INTO EACH OTHER. I KNOW HIS MOM WENT WALKING YESTERDAY WITH THE FRIEND AND HEARD WHAT MY DAD SAID...DO YOU THINK THIS IS WHY MY BF BROKE UP WITH ME? more

Open Question: My lyrics and what should I do?

I have written these two songs about my crushes. David and Zach. Let me know what ya think! For Zach: Its called: For you I smile as I meet his eyes I'm hoping he will realize That their is someone waiting for him and don't get the wrong person Chorus: And I'm thinking that he should know by now that I've been waiting here all along please don't let me down and I want you to know I'll be there for you His eyes shine bright more bright in the sun light I always know where he is in the crowd Tall, funny and very loud Chorus: And I'm thinking that he should know by now that I've been waiting here all along please don't let me down and I want you to know I'll be there for you Oh he should know by now that I've been waiting here all along please don't let me down and I want you to know I'll be there for you For David: Title: All of Texas Your Smile shows your loving and confident in yourself If you need help, I'm here for you always You can do anything if you put your mind to it Chorus: You need to know that you are something special So get up on the stage and shine in front of the world Your smile lights up all of Texas Your eyes show that beautiful inside and out Talented, Smart and plays guitar and to me your close to perfect and not far Chorus: You need to know that you are something special So get up on the stage and shine in front of the world Your smile lights up all of Texas solo Chorus: You need to know that you are something special So get up on the stage and shine in front of the world Your smile lights up all of Texas I have been playing guitar for 2 years! I am thirteen. I can't decide if I'm going for david or Zach! David is sweet, handsome, and has the most beautiful smile. He plays guitar and understands people well. But theirs a 3 years age difference! Zach is nice, funny, and cute! He plays guitar also! But sometimes he is shy and doesn't want to talk to me. I need to know by tonite! Who should I play for?!?! Thanks! - MissMusician more

Open Question: An interesting piece i wrote about how hip hop is affecting the world. is it good? (easy read)?

I wrote this in 2007.....i copied it from my book. Wars and violence were around before rap.... but Some people believe that rap music is one of the main reasons why young black men are going around shooting each other. They feel that rap music is the prime motivation of these youngsters trying to "keep it real". They go around getting tattoos, have their hat tilted to the side, pants hanging low, flashing gang signs, trying to "keep it gangster". There's a lot of youngsters who are sleeping in their grave right now for trying to be something that they wasn't. But I don't think these youngsters seem to understand that these hip hop artists that they see on TV and magazines are just rappers & actors. They're entertainers. It's all images and acting, what sells. None of it is real. It's just entertainment. It's just a style It's all a fantasy. Real gangsters don't talk about what they did Remember back in the 40s and 50s Frank white Suits and ties Untouchables Those were real gangstas When they shot someone, they didnt run. they walked away. Some rappers really did live this life, but they don't no more. Some grew up in a home without a daddy, slang coke, did time in jail. They needed an outlet and music was their escape from that mess. 50 cent lives in Farmington, Connectit he owns a beautiful mansion Rappers own their own business CEOs Rappers don't live that life no more Why be feeling positive about the negative and being negative about the positive like if a friend decides to go to school and pick up a trade, change his life by leaving the hood and move into the suburbs, he's a sell out I knew some guys who came from one of the worst neighborhoods in the city going out boasting and bragging like they proud of it Nobody wants to live in the projects. not even 50 cent or jay-z. That's why they became rappers, to get out of that life People talk about degrading women but it dont seem like it's bothering them any you see them in the videos and what about the rap concerts guys smacking a girl's ass some may scream and laugh it off but there are some girls who dont play that at all some will just snap and beat the living hell out of you women often complain how men treat them if you walking around with shorts all the way up to your genitals, what do u expect? the way they carry yourself, then that's how you're gonna be percieved. Ice Cube has a master's degree. he's in kiddie movies now. is he a sell out? Even Dr.Dre mentioned in his 2001 album that he aint about that gangsta mess no more. The murder stories we hear from rappers aren't true Who would be dumb enough to go kill someone, go inside a recording studio, talk about what they did and release it to the world? they're just ACTING The reason y rap talk about bitches, hoes, cars, money, drugs and sex because that's what seems to be in nowadays Thats all they talk about..thats what they tell our youngsters because these rappers know that's what they like They would wanna put out a record that's going to appeal to these youngsters so they can make money. Old school rap dont appeal to youngsters Remember Doug E.Fresh's "Self Destruction" In the song,they talk about peace increase peace, stop the violence but none of these youngsters want to hear that They want to hear about the negative booty shaking, rims, dollar bills because it's entertainment all about the beats and the catchy chorus You dont see guys dancing with each other no more what happened to that? But rappers, they take it too far They wanna test another man's manhood to where rap has turned into a bloody war You got rappers going at it, against each other we lost big & tupac over that Whenever i listen to a rap diss one thing i always hear a rapper call another rapper he's dissing a "bitch" "bitch ass nigga" but what does that mean? how can a man be a "bitch" when they dont know they're revealing feminine traits themselves. You look at magazines rappers with their shirts off ll cool j lickin his lips women are not the only ones whose looking at that more

Open Question: please add compound complex sentence (for 5 sentences)?

Is it really justice for all? “I pledge allegiance to my flag and the republic for which it stands: one nation indivisible with liberty and justice for all.” Those beautiful words were written by Francis Bellamy in 1892, but little did he know that it would soon lead to a heap of controversies. In 1954, the pledge of allegiance was edited to "I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America, and to the republic for which it stands, one nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all,” adding the phrase under God. But are we really under God? The fact is that not all of America believes in God let alone under God. You may have heard that the problem is the word ‘God’ in the pledge, but recently there has been papers defining the word ‘under’. In an essay written by John Kyff, he talks about why are we just under God. ” Our government declares that the People are "under" God, not "within," God or "above," God, or "around" God or "One with" God,” Kyff quotes. Through Johns Eyes, the government has no rights using the preposition ‘under’ in the pledge of allegiance. On dollar bills and coins, it just says “In God We Trust,” which does not state are relationship with God. Most of America believes in their own God or gods, so I think it’s fair to say that most of us trust in our God. Saying that we are under God is the government stamping our back on how we should relate to God…which is not impartial? So what happened? On February 2007 in Virginia, State Senator Warren E. Barry introduced a bill making the recitation of the pledge of allegiance mandatory for every public school in Virginia. In doing this, Senator Barry violated his oath of office, in which he promised to uphold the U.S. Constitution. The U.S. Supreme Court has interpreted the Constitution as implying that anyone has the right to refrain from reciting the Pledge. Under his bill, any student who refused to recite the pledge, without a valid philosophical or religious objection, would be suspended. Delegate Robert G. Marshall suggested that the bill be amended to require school buildings carry the national motto. The amendments were rejected by the Senate Education and Health Committee. It has been said that if you have a problem with saying the words “under God” skip over it. No one really has to say the whole pledge of allegiance. To me, the pledge should be changed to “…One nation, in God we Trust, with liberty…” if everyone is not happy with the “under God” phrase. I respect the pledge of allegiance just the way it is, but should the worries be on what is said in the allegiance or how much of America actually says the pledge of allegiance. also can you revise the essay and tell me what i would get more

Open Question: Please read this and tell me what you think. My best friend wrote this. Comment, PLEASE!!?

I I opened the enormous oak doors out into the cathedral crammed with people hollering for the final member of the royal family to appear. How odd, I always thought to myself, I don’t think we are that great. I studied the room: how the carpets were all different colors than the last time I was here; how far away the windows were that they were nearly pointless; how all of the pillars and flags were all in different positions than before. But I knew I had more things to focus on than the decorations and crowd. One was keeping my expression from exerting complete boredom. Another was making sure I didn’t let my instincts get the better of me. I had to keep my self control. If the humans knew…my father would truly hate me for ruining all that he had worked centuries for. Sebastian, my personal assistant, led the way to the gold and velvet thrones on the stage at the end of the long, and actually very unnecessary, aisle. He silently asked me Are you alright by pulling me an infinitesimal amount closer to him. I nonchalantly nodded once to answer him. No one but us, and perhaps the rest of my kind in the cathedral, would notice. Why, oh why did we have to go through this idiocy yet again? Every three months my “father“, “mother,” our guards, and myself- most commonly known as King, Queen, Knights, and Princess- had to come here by order of the whiny peasants to discuss everything or nothing that was changing that could affect them in any possible way. Mainly my “father” droned on and on and on until those irritable commoners became so uninterested that they didn’t even object to anything he said. He hoped that they would learn the error of their ways and just stop this whole charade that was technically supposed to be a “city council meeting.” Sebastian walked me to my throne, kissed the back of my hand with ever so delicate lips, took a step to the side and faced the assembly. I took my seat and as a late member of the mass came through those huge wooden double doors, the sweetest fragrance blew in my direction and my instincts took over. I guess it could be described as a state of unconsciousness. You don’t realize what you have done until afterwards; and most of the time…its too late. But the guards were faster, trained for this sort of thing; they noticed the signs of when a vampire’s control was slipping. My personal guard, Adam, had my arms immovable behind my back in an instant and into an empty hallway before I even had a chance to protest. He was behind me, and his mouth was at my ear chanting frantically, “Calm down. Calm down!” Although I knew I didn’t have the smallest bit of chance at defeating Adam in a fight, I still tried to wrestle my way free. Then, as the scent slowly burned away in my nose and my throat and ceased to cloud my mind, I began coming back to reality, aware of what was happening, where I was, and who was behind me. That scent, it was just so fresh and delicious, I couldn’t resist against my better judgment. We had been living off of the poor, poor peasant blood for much too long now; it was so foul, dull, filthy, and just plain grimy that it was practically tasteless. And so, of course, we had to have the biggest crowd we had had in over three years today. My natural intuition told me that with so many humans in that limited space, it was prey for the taking. Adam interrupted my evaluation of the situation then. “Are you going to go berserk again?” he whispered in my ear jokingly and let go of my wrists. I stared into his beautiful eyes; the most unique shade of a deep blue that I had ever seen. His shiny chocolate brown hair covered up his eyebrows and hovered right over his blue eyes and would eventually mask those too if such a thing like hair growth were possible. I poked the one solitary freckle he had on his left cheek and said “I sure hope not. I probably made a complete fool of my self out there, didn’t I?” I blushed and looked down. Adam kissed my cheek, but there was nothing romantic about it. It was just something he did. Sure, when I first met him I had romantic feelings for him. But what girl wouldn’t? He was unbelievably gorgeous! But, when he didn’t return those feelings, I gracefully got on with my life. Now, we just love each other like best friends, like family. His job around here was to protect me anyway, so we had quite a lot of time to chat and whatnot. “Well…,” he began, “the humans only noticed that suddenly you had vanished. Your mother is worried about you. Your father disguised your disappearance as stomach pains,” Adam chuckled. The way he knew how my mother was feeling was a little extra talent of his. He could “hear” someone else’s thoughts, but only the ones he or she wanted him to hear, or a thought that the person would have actually said or acted upon. Sometimes it aggravated him that his gift was so limited, and that made us laugh, which made him even angrier. But I didn’t feel like laughing right now. more

Resolved Question: Can you read this tidbit of my novel?

Okay, so I'm writing a novel, finally, probably really abrupt, but I'd like some feedback. I'm a young writer, so we'll see how it goes. It's basically going to be about this Claire girl and Becky trying to get revenge, and they both improve each others lives and are like sisters; go to each others events, help with homework, etc. Enjoy! Smack, smack, smack. The bubblegum slapped around in her mouth, huge pink spheres occasionally forming. She applied the eye shadow and mascara with expertise; she’d been doing this since kindergarten with mini makeup! In those days, she’d slip into a stall and set up her station, which consisted of a minute hanging mirror and some lip gloss, occasionally concealer and some stolen-from-Mom’s-purse perfume. Throughout the school day, the tots would stand and judge. Girls, envious, assured themselves that she was over mature. Boys, hypnotized, weren’t sure if they should approach her or keep some distance. Whatever they though, she would mind her own business and go about her daily childish chores. When the end of the day came around, she would simply rinse it off and become the innocent child her mother and father knew. Now, she used the mirror provided in the lavatory. With her was a larger bag, complete with eye shadow, mascara, lipstick, blush, concealer, perfume, foundation, a nail filer, some nail polish and a straight iron. She tossed her gum out and began smearing lipstick on, perfect to every crevice of her lips. Foundation, concealer and blush already applied, the girl squirted a bit of perfume into the air and filed her nails. No need for the nail polish today; her nails were painted on the bumpy bus ride, but still looked ideal. Her hair was straightened in two minutes flat, side-bangs and all. She took a deep breath and was about to walk out. “Hello?” somebody from the stall called meekly. Claire, puzzled, replied with a questioning “yes?” “Can you please open the door? I unlocked it already; stall two.” Claire jimmied open the door to find a small girl sitting on the toilet, clothes scattered to the floor, wrapped completely in toilet paper. Her pale face gave a sense of sheer depression, almost like this had happened plenty of times. Claire muffled an “oh my God” and picked up her clothes. “What’s your name?” she asked the girl. A pause. “Becky Willis.” “How old are you, Becky Willis?” “I’m ten.” “My name’s Claire Court. I’m twelve. Who did this to you, Becky?” Another silence. “Um, well, uh… it was a girl from your grade, it seemed. I’m sure you wouldn’t know her…” “Nonsense!” Claire cut off. “Do you know her name, Becky?” A deep moment of concentration radiated from the girl. “They, the girl’s friends, five of them, called her Cha-Cha, but I think her real name was Chris. It was written all over her binder.” Pure shock flooded Claire’s face. Cha-Cha Powers. It was one of her old friends. They still hang out, but… “Becky Willis, we are girl-to-girl. Would you be comfortable with me closing my eyes and unraveling you? And then you could get our clothes back on? Would that be alright, Becky?” She nodded her head vigorously, pony tail flying. Claire smiled. “Good. Stand up and I’ll find the beginning.” Slowly, one layer at a time, Becky spun out as Claire held the end of the tissue. Thank God we’re in the handicapped stall, Claire thought, for they had enough room to both fit. As soon as the job was done, Becky scampered and dressed herself again. “Open,” she said in a bold voice. Claire smiled. “You look beautiful, kiddo. Really beautiful.” They embraced quickly, and Claire packed her things. “Oh, and Becky,” she said, I’ll see you around. Maybe one day we’ll get revenge or something!” Becky replied, “I like your eye shadow, Claire Court, I really do.” What do you think?! more

Resolved Question: GIRLS: What do you think about this? (quite a bit to read)?

She is 17, and I am 17 in two weeks... We have been getting to know each other A lot over the past year and I know she has some feelings for me... I have recently had an idea of how to express my feelings to a person I like, who has a BF in a long distance relationship. I was going to make a frame by frame video (with pictures) and put it on YouTube. Cut up different colour papers and write letters on them and then spell out this long thing I have thought of. And there will be 3 pictures I will draw as well. SOMETIMES I THINK WHAT IF I TRIED SOONER WOULD THINGS BE DIFFERENT NOW OR WOULD I STILL HAVE NO CHANCE YES I DO LIKE YOU AND I KNOW YOU WON'T BELIEVE ME AND THAT YOU PROBABLY DON'T CARE BUT YOU ARE SO BEAUTIFUL AND EVEN THOUGH YOU HAVE HIM I HAVE STILL FALLEN FOR YOU (PICTURE OF a STICKMAN FALLING OFF A CLIFF) AND THERE IS NO EASY WAY BACK UP (PICTURE OF ELEVATOR WITH A X THROUGH IT, AND A PICTURE OF STAIRS WITH A TICK THROUGH IT) BUT I WILL PERSEVERE AND I WILL FIND A WAY TO GET YOU TO BELIEVE THAT I DO TRULY LIKE YOU AND EVEN IF I CAN'T BE WITH YOU I WANT YOU TO BE HAPPY WITH HIM ALTHOUGH IT BREAKS MY HEART (PICTURE OF BREAKING/BROKEN HEART) I have told her my feelings to her face but she doesn't believe me, the main idea for it was so that she can actually believe my feelings, seeing as I am risking a lot by putting my feelings on youtube (most of my friends will see any new video I upload onto there, and I will get severly abused for it). What do you think about it? Is it a good idea or not?I meant to change: I DO LIKE YOU To I DO ADORE YOUI also forgot to mention at the start that I am pretty shy, but she is even more so.Another little thing: Can you girls (and guys) say that is interesting so that it is likely I am going to get more answers. Very tricky with only a few. Thanks. more

Resolved Question: I have a certain issue?

Ok I'm gay (thats not the issue lol) anyways i fell in love with a man who's so beautiful, I met him 2 and a half years ago and lately I've been trying to tell him how i feel about him. He's older than me approximately 9 years and 18 days older than me and dont worry im of legal age ;), im in love with him and I know for a fact that he's interested. We've sort of stopped talking to each other, sometimes we pass each other without saying hi or anything we just look at each other, ive tried desperately to tell him i feel but everytime i see him i just cant let it come out. I just lose my breathe and thats it, then i thought that i'd write him a letter about how i feel and give it to him in person but i cant even do that simple task, I know i love him for a fact ive never been more sure in my life, im still sort of in the closet cause only 2 people know im gay, I mean its not about rejection cause im sure hes interested, but I just cant tell him anyways time to get to my question(s): Does anybody know why i cant do it? Whats my problem? How do i make myself sum up the courage to tell him? Do you guys also think i should do it by letter or in person? Please im desperate i want to tell him before its too late cause lately i have a feeling that he's trying to forget about me or something.....:( more

Voting Question: 5 Steps to Your Ideal Type?

Is your ideal "type" tall dark and handsome... bold and beautiful... bad boys or vixen girls? Find out what type actually works for you. ---------------------------------------- Have you ever been told that you don't know what's good for you? ----------------------------------------------- Whether you've heard that tune from doting friends, not-so-helpful family members or your nagging inner voice, it's time to get serious and determine if they might be right. ----------------------------------------------------- 1. Take inventory Start by taking a mental inventory of your relationships. Develop a list of your greatest love affairs - the ones that kept you flying high, as well as the ones that brought you your lowest lows. It's very likely that the people on your list will have done a little bit of both. Once you have that completed (it doesn't need to be all-encompassing) go through your inventory, person by person. List the characteristics that initially drew you to them. It can encompass basic physical attributes such as long flowing hair or steely blue eyes - and it should also include personality traits such as a tendency to be the life of the party, a strong-and-silent streak, humor, a nurturing quality, and so forth. ------------------------------------------------------------- 2. Be reasonable Next, write a short reason as to why each relationship ended. Perhaps their "life of the party" ways were what drew you to them, but ultimately became the reason you went your separate ways. Be cautious not to drive too far down memory lane. This process is meant to help you to move forward, instead of beating yourself up over the past. --------------------------------------------------------- 3. See your patterns Take a look at your list, and pay attention to trends and repetition around the types you've been attracted to. It will illuminate what your type is (maybe you know, but have been afraid to admit it). More importantly, you will have insight as to whether your type has served you well in the past. Maybe yes, maybe no. Perhaps you simply feel like you need to shake things up. It may be time to shift your consciousness, and maybe attract someone who's not your usual type. ----------------------------------------------- 4. Hello, new love life! A key step in beginning any journey is to admit that you're ready to start fresh. Your first step down that road is to set a shift in motion by creating a new intention. Let's say that after years of financial woe you decide you want a partner who is as financially aware as you are. You need to affirm that this is what you seek - and then you will communicate your intention to others. ---------------------------------------------------- 5. Map out meeting spots Since you're charting new territory, you will want to explore new venues. Let's say you are interested in meeting an intellectual equal, rather than the party-hounds of your past. While bar- and club-hopping might have served you back in the day, it may not keep you on your new path. Do a little digging to locate some outlets where you are more likely to meet brainiacs (at the library, during a lecture series, at an adult education class, etc.). So step forward and open up your mind and heart - to all your new possibilities and directions. more

Voting Question: Need help with character names and story title!!!!!!?

I'm writing a story. :] I'll tell you what the story is like. These two best friends (boy and girl), who are teenagers, are at an event (haven't figured it out yet, maybe a mutual, older friends wedding or a holiday), and the girl finds a really pretty stone rock while playing hide and seek with the little ones who are at the event, so she keeps it. And thens she starts having nightmares. But one night she throws the stone at her door when she gets mad and it creates a portal. >.> I know this sounds wierd... I still want to make it into a story though. So she opens the door and steps into... her hallway. But her hallway is in a different realm now. She steps out of her house (since the house came with... it's still inthe mortal realm too though) and she finds herself walking with demons. And she has wings. And she's almost killed, if not saved for some person with wings she doesn't know. In this realm, she's an angel. And she just walked into a realm at war. Angels against Demons. And the rock she found was actually a powerful weapon that the demons use for numerous things: teleportation, and it's also a weapon that the angels hid in the mortal ream so they would never find it. So now this main girl is involved in this realm, and so is her friend (the one who went to that event with her). Since they both have lightness in them, they're are on the angels side. The angels wear armor, aviator goggles, carry weaponry, not very... angelic looking. But beautiful. So what should I name the story? My first thought was: Things With Wings, but that just sounds stupid to me. :P Like Doctor Suess (Even though I love him!!! No hate towards him whatsoever). And what should I name the main characters? Main girl - tomboy, tough, but kind of motherly, protective, but sweet to most, strong hearted, straight forward. Main guy (her best friend) - kind of dorky, funny, but introverted to most, wise, caring, fun to be around, dependable, a bit possesive, strong will. Other main guy (angel who saved the girl from the demons) - strong, powerful, persuasive, quiet, always the hero, :\ Can't figure out what to name them. Oh, and would you read a story like this? Or is it bad? more

Resolved Question: GIRLS: do you think this is romantic or cheesy? (quite a bit to read)?

I have recently had an idea of how to express my feelings to a person I like, who has a BF in a long distance relationship. I was going to make a frame by frame video (with pictures) and put it on YouTube. Cut up different colour papers and write letters on them and then spell out this long thing I have thought of. And there will be 3 pictures I will draw as well. SOMETIMES I THINK WHAT IF I TRIED SOONER WOULD THINGS BE DIFFERENT NOW OR WOULD I STILL HAVE NO CHANCE YES I DO LIKE YOU AND I KNOW YOU WON'T BELIEVE ME AND THAT YOU PROBABLY DON'T CARE BUT YOU ARE SO BEAUTIFUL AND EVEN THOUGH YOU HAVE HIM I HAVE STILL FALLEN FOR YOU (PICTURE OF STICKMAN FALLING OFF A CLIFF) AND THERE IS NO EASY WAY BACK UP (PICTURE OF ELEVATOR WITH A X THROUGH IT, AND A PICTURE OF STAIRS WITH A TICK THROUGH IT) BUT I WILL PERSEVERE AND I WILL FIND A WAY TO GET YOU TO BELIEVE THAT I DO TRUELY LIKE YOU AND EVEN IF I CAN'T BE WITH YOU I WANT YOU TO BE HAPPY WITH HIM ALTHOUGH IT BREAKS MY HEART (PICTURE OF BREAKING/BROKEN HEART) What do you think about it? Is it a good idea or not? more

Voting Question: SO EASY! Can you help me?

So short, sweet, and simple.... I wrote on my Facebook status the following: "Such a beautiful day. I wish I had a car, leave campus, and go to the mountains" Then a guy friend responds: " I can help you with that! hahahaha!" At first I thought he meant by giving me a ride since he has a car, but then I remembered he worked in a car dealership. So I want to come up with something witty or just funny to say to him. Here are some things I thought of: 1) "You car salesmen just don't know when to quit, do ya?" 2) "hahaha.did I also mention I wish I wasn't a poor college student w/ no job. :) but at least I know who I`ll turn to for help when I decide to make such a purchase. " This one is just a boring one making clear what he means: 3) "help me with a ride there or getting a car?" OR if you have any others just say them. But let me know which one you think would be the best response. Don't ask me why. Just pick one or come up with your own. Thanks guys! :) more

Voting Question: What should I tell my friend?

Voting Question: What do you guys think I should tell this guy?

So this is a very simple thing... I wrote on my Facebook status the following: "Such a beautiful day. I wish I had a car, leave campus, and go to the mountains" Then a guy friend responds: " I can help you with that! hahahaha!" At first I thought he meant by giving me a ride since he has a car, but then I remembered he worked in a car dealership. So I want to come up with something witty or just funny to say to him. Here are some things I thought of: 1) "You car salesmen just don't know when to quit, do ya?" 2) "hahaha.did I also mention I wish I wasn't a poor college student w/ no job. :) but at least I know who I`ll turn to for help when I decide to make such a purchase. " This one is just a boring one making clear what he means: 3) "help me with a ride there or getting a car?" OR if you have any others just say them. But let me know which one you think would be the best response. Don't ask me why. Just pick one or come up with your own. Thanks guys! :) more

Voting Question: Would You Please Read & Comment On This?

I wrote this following the twilight saga & the first part is told from Nessie’s point of view. (NOTE:I DID NOT ADD PARAGRAPH LINES BECAUSE OF ROOM,.) Here it is: Equinox Chapter 1-Renesmee~ Today’s my birthday. I am three years old. Momma promised she’d bake me a cake, but I think gramma will end up doing it. Right now I’m supposed to be asleep since its only 5:30. I spent the night with gramma and grandpa, though they were the ones supposed to be taking care of me, I think Aunt Rosalie enjoys it more. “Nessie?” It’s Aunt Rosalie. “Are you awake?” “Yes I am.” “Would you like some breakfast?” “No, not right now.” “Oh,okay,would you like to come to me and Uncle Emmett’s room?” “Okay.” There was really only one thing I wanted to ask right now, but I don’t think Aunt Rosalie knew the answer: was Jacob coming? I hadn’t seen him in a while and I needed to see Jacob—my Jacob. But I would wait patiently for momma and daddy to come before I would ask. I really hope this year that my birthday can be special, last year I spent it with Jacob, Sam, Emily, and the rest of my family. Even grandpa came; not my grandpa that lives here, but momma’s daddy—Charlie. That’s what part of my middle name is made up of: Carlisle and Charlie—its Carlie. My first and real name which is Renesmee, is made up of Esme and Renée—who is my other grandma who lives in Florida. Momma said we’d go there someday, but every time I ask her she tries her best to avoid the subject. Her reason why we can’t go is because she says we’re “special”, and daddy says it’s because soulless people can’t go to Florida. I’m not entirely sure what he means. “Nessie, are you in here?” I can tell from that soft tender voice that it’s gramma. “Yes, I’m in here, gramma.” “Well, come with me so we can get you cleaned up since it’s a very special day today.” “Okay.” I go with gramma to the kitchen where she pours me some milk in a tall glass like she does everyday. “Are you baking me a cake gramma?” “What kind did you want?” “Um, chocolate!” “With my name on it and don’t forget to spell it right: N-e-s-s-i-e. “I’ll be sure and do that.” Gramma gives me a warm smile. “Do you have any presents for me?” “Oh, as a matter of fact I do.” “Wait right here.” Gramma ran upstairs and came back down with a box wrapped in shiny silver wrapping paper. I opened it very quickly and found a bright pink dress. “It’s beautiful, thank you gramma!” “You should thank me too.” Behind me was grandpa, and I jumped into his arms and he gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Now, you go upstairs, get your dress on, and put that locket your mother gave you on, Nessie.” Gramma said. I quickly got upstairs and put my dress and locket on. I even remember what it says: More than my own life. That was the English translation since it was in French. When I got downstairs everyone was waiting for me, even momma and daddy. Of course I went running into momma’s arms. “Hello, Nessie.” She greeted me. “Do you have anything for me, momma?” Everyone started to laugh. “I have something for you, Nessie.” Said Aunt Alice. She’s always the creative one who’s gentle and bright. She handed me a brown tote bag which held inside a little stuffed wolf, which reminded me of Jacob even more. Aunt Rosalie and Uncle Emmett gave me a beauty kit because Aunt Rosalie wants me to carry one her good looks. Momma and daddy gave me two diamond-looking hair pins which daddy put in my hair. “Happy birthday, love.” He said to me. The next thing I couldn’t help but blurt out was “Is Jacob coming? Will he come to see me? Does he miss me?” Momma answered with: “I’m not sure, dear.” I gave her a worried look to somehow ease my pain. Why wouldn’t Jacob come? Did I make him angry with something I might have said or done? I don’t really know, but I was determined to see Jacob because I needed him here with me to celebrate this special day.Here’s some from Jacob’s POV Chapter 2-Jacob~ “Jacob, are you visiting the Cullen’s today?” Emily asked me in a sober voice. “Ha.” Leah chuckled. “Shut up Leah.” I snapped back at her. “That’s just perfect for you Jacob, you’re still hanging around a bunch of leeches, and you’re in love with two of the leeches’ daughter.” Sometimes I just want to smack Leah up side the head for torturing me like this. “Hey Seth, you know Jake’s visiting the leeches again today. Since it’s the little leech’s birthday. She’s not even a full vampire I said. “Oh, yeah, since her mother got changed after she was born.” “Leah, cut him some slack.” Seth said. For once somebody besides Bella stood up for me. Now that I’ve imprinted I don’t feel the need to be around Bella that much. I did love her—before, I might still do, but I don’t really feel injured because of it. “Um, Jake- where’s that gift you were gonna give Nessie?” “I put it over here somewhere, Emily.” Paul said he’d come with me this yearsince Sam and Emily weren’t coming. The present I had for Nessie was a charm bracelet with a wolf charm on it. I know she’d like it. “Jake, are we fixing to head on out?” Paul asked me. “Yeah, I think so, but should we phase or just walk—we came to the same conclusion: we should phase. I quickly put Nessie’s gift in a small bag and stepped outside. When we reached the Cullen’s I braced myself for the smell—that smell—vampire smell. I would just have to take it for the night on being the only *human* there; well maybe Charlie would be there—hopefully. I didn’t even get a chance to knock when the blonde answered the door—Rosalie. She didn’t seem all that thrilled to see me, but that’s just the usual since she never wants to see me. I think she felt a slight disadvantage with one *dog* in the room, but two was probably too much for her to handle. “Hey, Rose.” I greeted her. She didn’t answer; she just led us inside where *all* of the Cullen’s were there. more

Resolved Question: What do you think of this little bit of my novel!?

Hey! I'm writing this and I'm 12. I was wondering do you have any tips on how to make it better. Ok basically it's about kids who are making their confirmation if you don't know what it is, basically it's a ceremony in the Catholic reliogion in which you recieve the Holy Spirit, you make it when you're 12. So yeah . In this story it's all about the confirmation rehearsals and there is a boy and a girl school making it so like some boys fancy some girls and all that. It's mainly about a girl and a boy except like every second chapter is the boys u know The main boy (Sean) likes a girl called paige. the main girl (Erin) likes Sean. Sean is really shy and can't tell Paige how he feels coz shes really popular and pretty and aswell Sean's friend (Darren) likes Paige, paige likes Darren . Basically it's one big mess leading up to the confirmation. Sean realises how much he likes Erin and yeah along those lines. I'm sure anyone who had made their confirmation will know what it's like that you have to pratice alll the time! Okay now for the bit of the story Erin hastily put down the black mascara and reached for the brown instead. After all, the brown would be less noticeable than the black, if Miss Craig saw she was wearing make-up she’d get in big trouble. She sighed and straightened her Jumper. Looking down at her Clark’s shoes she hoped when she looked back at the mirror she would look like Cheryl Cole. She looked up, even though she knew it wouldn’t work, she still felt a pang of disappointment when she saw a girl with dark black hair, pale skin and blue eyes staring back at her. She didn’t usually get dressed up for school, but today was different. Her class was practicing for the confirmation in the church and the boy’s school; St Francis’s would be there, she felt weirdly obliged to dress up for them. She pulled out her strawberry lip gloss from her make-up drawer and slicked a coat across her lips, the tiny tube claimed to contain an amazing lip gloss that would attract boys from a mile off with its enchanting smell. “Yeah right” Erin mumbled as she snapped the lid back on and wiped a smudge from just below her lip. This was going to be a long day. When she arrived in class there were girls fretting all over the room. Some brushing hair, others were applying lip gloss. Miss Craig was no-where in sight. Erin’s eyes flew over to where Paige Hughes was sitting on her table painting her nails a startling shade of red. Erin couldn’t stand Paige, although she never liked to admit it, it was all because Paige was stunningly beautiful and very popular with the St Francis boys. She also had silky blonde hair that stretched down to her mid back. Erin watched as she blew on her drying nails, smoothed her golden hair and laughed with her not-quite-as-pretty-as-Paige-but- still- pretty -stunning friends. She stopped staring when Paige gave her the daggers. “What a loser” She heard Paige’s friend Laoise mutter before erupting into fits of high-pitched giggles. What do you think?No I don't have my facts wrong sorry , I'm 12 and I'm making my confirmation on Friday everyone I know made it when they are 12 because you make it in 6th class. BUT maybe your friend doesn't live in Ireland or maybe she goes to a country school that makes it early? But the regular age is 11 or 12 depending how age mature you are in your class, But some people make it at different ages! xx more

Voting Question: How's my story so far (its pretty long)?

So...I'm kinda young and I'm writing a story. Lemme know how you like it so far (no mean comments, please) :] Prologue “Run!” I yelled. My heart was a helicopter. My hands gripped tightly onto Takoda’s back, and I buried my face into his neck. I could feel the wet spots where my sweat was pouring. The thin cloths of my garments were blowing in the wind, and I urged Takoda to run faster. He huffed with effort, and doubled his speed. Behind us I could hear animals scurrying, flustered by Takoda. I grinned. I felt like I was flying, and I could tell Takoda was having the time of his life. “I am content,” he spoke. “Good,” I laughed. I nuzzled his neck, and we blended into the darkness of the forest. Chapter One Takoda and I rose to our feet, and headed out of our cave. I climbed onto his back and lightly tapped his side with my foot. He let out a long, beautiful howl and shook his silver fur. I giggled at the great wolf and tapped him again. This time, he paid attention and we took off. “Make way for the princess,” a squirrel said. “It’s a good thing the princess’s silly human parents left her in the woods,” another squirrel chattered. “I agree,” a deer said. “Thank you my friends, but we need not talk about my real parents,” I chuckled. Takoda sighed, and took us to the creek by the grand oak tree. In case you were confused, my name is Sanuye, which means “red cloud at sundown”. I am a human. My parents left me in the forest when I was young. The forest spirit took me in, and raised me. During my childhood, I realized I had a gift. I was able to understand animals and nature, which other humans can’t. I became strong, and am now 13-years old. I have been declared princess of the forest, and Takoda is my wolf. He is very large, and strong, and his fur is silver like the moon and river. I ride him, and we call ourselves brother and sister, like I do with all of the other wolves. We hunt together, and have become one. I hunt with a bow and arrows, and a long spear. If I am in danger, I can also summon all of the forces of nature to help me. I despise those who do not care for nature, especially other humans. My hair is long and dark, and I wear the fur pelts of dead animals to preserve their souls in the forest. My eyes are wide and alert. Takoda and I took a long drink in the creek. I prayed to the river spirit, and thanked the forest spirit for keeping me and my home alive. Afterwards, I climbed onto Takoda, and we headed toward the rock of spirits. At the rock, a young russet-brown wolf awaited for me. He was Kitchi, another wolf brother of mine. I got off Takoda and hugged Kitchi. “Greetings, sister,” Kitchi rumbled. “Greetings, Kitchi. Your fur is getting shaggy…time for a haircut, perhaps?” I said. “I am in no need for a haircut now, sister,” Kitchi laughed. I smiled. I longed for my other brothers and sisters. Niyol was my last brother, and his hair was pitch-black like night. My two sisters were Ailen, who had snow-white fur, and Hurit, who had hazel brown fur. “Where is Niyol? I need to talk to him,” I asked. “Niyol went looking for food,” Kitchi said. I nodded my head and signaled him to follow Takoda and me. Along the way, we ran into Ailen and Hurit. “I guess we have the whole pack now,” I laughed. Ailen and Hurit wagged their tails. “Hello, Sister,” Ailen panted. “Hello,” I cooed. I wrapped my arms around their soft fur, and inhaled the scent of the forest that was lingering on it. “Sister, it is almost sundown. We must find Niyol,” Takoda urged. I tapped my foot on his side, and the whole pack broke into a sprint. We scanned the trees for Niyol, but couldn’t find him. “I am sure he is fine,” Hurit consoled me. “But he is so young, so rebellious,” I said in a high-pitched voice. “Relax, Sister. We have sent all of the coyotes out to find him while we sleep,” Takoda said. I bit my nails with worry. “All right,” I sighed. “Let us get some rest. Come along,” I called. We headed home. Though they consoled me, I could feel tension in the air. When we got home, I laid down on a bear pelt, which I used for a bed. I wished everyone a good night, and soon drifted into sleep. Chapter Two I woke to the sound of sweet birds. The rest of the pack was already awake…except for one. “NIYOL!” I screamed with glee. “Hmmm? Oh, Sanuye. Good morning,” he replied groggily. “Oh, I’ve been so worried about you!” I cried. “Relax, Sister. I’m not a pup anymore. I was just out looking for the Forest Spirit,” he yawned. I sighed. Niyol has had his heart set on finding the Forest Spirit, but it was rumored that he would only appear in great times of need. “Good morning, Sanuye,” Kitchi said. ‘Good morning, Kitchi,” I smiled. “You wouldn’t mind me riding you today, would you?” “Of course not,” Kitchi replied. Although Takoda was my permanent wolf, I enjoyed riding Kitchi too. His strong legs, warm fur, and exhilarating speed made for an excellent more

Resolved Question: What do you think of my story so far?

Well, here it is! This is the first book I've ever tried writing and I'm only 14. Please tell me what you think. Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated! Chapter 1 I awoke to the sound of a slow, rhythmic beeping. As well as the constant beeping in my right ear, there were other sounds too. I could hear footsteps and the mumbles of various conversations. Although, most importantly, I could hear my heart beat. I was alive. But, I had little to no strength. I could not even open my eyes. The next thing I heard was the creak of an opening door and more footsteps, but these ones seemed to be walking closer towards me. “Who is she?” a deep male voice said. “Her name is Angela Wright,” said a different voice. This one was female and very high-pitched. “She was in a terrible car accident two days ago. We think someone must have been chasing her because there were multiple bullet holes in the tires and windows of her car, which had been flipped over and rolled down a steep hill. She has been unconscious ever since.” “Does she have any family?” the first voice inquired. “Not that we could find,” the female sighed. “She’s only twenty-three and she has no family at all. It’s a real shame, that poor girl.” While speaking, the woman lightly brushed my hair away from my face. “She’s beautiful, don’t you think?” “I suppose,” the male said indifferently. “I hope she wakes up,” the woman said sorrowfully. There was a long period of silence between the two. I could only hear the soft beeping that had woken me before. “Me too,” the man sighed. I heard the footsteps of one of them walking away and then the creak of an opening and closing door. Finally mustering up all the strength I could, I opened up my eyes to see I was in a room with white walls and a white ceiling. There was one window on the right wall and two uncomfortable-looking chairs in the corner. In one of those chairs was a blonde woman with her hair tied back into a bun and her head in her hands. She was wearing pink scrubs that were made for nurses to wear. I then realized that I must have been in the hospital and the beeping was coming from the heart monitor. I sighed, causing the woman’s head to jerk up. She smiled from ear to ear. “You’re awake!” she squealed. “Uh, yea, I guess,” I groaned. She smiled at me again and ran out of the room calling “Doctor, come back! She’s awake!” Within a matter of thirty seconds, she was back but this time with a doctor in a white lab coat. I saw her open the door for him and then walk away to take care of more patients. “Angela, you’re up,” the doctor said. I recognized his voice. It was the same man from earlier. “That’s great to see. My name is Dr. Leonard Smith,” I gave a weak smile. “Do you feel alright?” he asked. I nodded. “Ok, great. Now, what was the last thing you can remember?” “Uh,” I said, “I remember that I was driving, then I swerved to avoid… something. I can’t remember what I was avoiding or what happened next.” “Do you remember where you were going?” I closed my eyes, trying to remember something, anything, but nothing came to mind. “No, I’m sorry,” I said shamefully. “Don’t be upset,” he reassured. “It is quite normal to forget what happened to yourself after being in such a brutal car crash. I am sure you will remember soon enough.” “So, how bad of shape I’m I in?” I whispered, afraid of the answer. “Not as bad as you would think. You had some head trauma and if your left hand is broken.” Suddenly remembering the conversation I heard before, I asked hesitantly, “Did the nurse say there were bullet holes in my car?” He was silent. “Tell me,” I demanded. “Yes,” he sighed. I gulped. “Can you think of anyone who would want to harm you?” “No.” I croaked, suddenly bursting into tears. “I don’t remember anything else that happened!” “Don’t cry,” he pleaded putting his hand on my shoulder. “Please, don’t cry. You must be a very strong young woman to be able to survive a crash that bad.” He grabbed a small piece of paper from the bed side table and handed it to me. “They found this in your jacket. It’s an address.” I looked at the small crumpled slip of paper that read: 54 Allen Ave. “Try to rest,” he eased. “Maybe that address will bring back some memories.” “Okay,” I said through tears. “Thank you.” He started towards the door saying “I’ll be back in a couple hours to check on you.” After he left, a million questions ran through my head. Where was I going? Why did I get in an accident in the first place? Who was shooting at me? But what I thought of most of all was what could be waiting for me at 54 Allen Avenue. more

Resolved Question: If your resume inevitably runs a little over a page, should you staple or paper clip the pages together?

I went to the writing center on campus today to rewrite my resume, and its beautiful now compared to what it looked like before. It runs a little over a page and no, I can't make the letters any smaller than they already are. The young woman who helped me write my resume said some people say to staple it so the employers don't lose the pages, and others say to paper clip them so the pages stay smooth and the employer can look through them. What do you think I should do? She also suggested getting those small, clear plastic binders that clip with that black bar down the side, but I think that's a little much, especially for the entry level retail/restaurant positions I'm applying to.Al - Even if I could get it down to a page (which I can't, everything needs to be there) you still didn't answer my question. more

Resolved Question: Is this a good beginning for my story?

I know this is a little long, but please read: So I'm writing a story for fun. I always have trouble with the very beginning of the book, so i'd love to get your feedback on it. It's relatively short, but I would like your opinion. Don't worry, i won't get offended if you don't like it. Constructive criticism is wanted, so if you have any, please tell me. Thanks:) I'll just tell you what it's about before i write the beginning. It's about this girl who looks 'perfect' on the outside. The long blonde hair, the clothes, the money, the car, the house, etc. But in reality, she's far from perfect. Her at home life is really bad. Full of tears, silent treatments, and bruises. Her mom gets beaten pretty badly by her father who is a big-shot guy known & loved by everyone in their state. So basically this story is about how everyone has their story & isn't perfect. People are never what you initially thought they were.. So here's the very beginning: The road me and my mom would take when we had to escape my father was surrounded by forest. We'd drive hours on end, just the two of us, talking and laughing together. I could tell that most of the laughing was just to make me feel like everything was okay even thought it wasn't. It worked most of the time. I was only 7 years old but it feels like yesterday because i know every detail. The massive, dark trees would make you feel so small, unimportant. At one point down the road, behind a mass of trees, stood beautiful lights outlining the shapes of buildings, some tall. It looked like a magnificent city at night. I was silent every time we'd pass it, just taking in the perfectness. Then when i would sleep, i'd dream about what it would be like living there. One time when we passed that section of road, i decided to ask mom about the lights. I told her i wanted to move there because it was so beautiful. "We can take Lucey, Pax, and Robin with us. Daddy doesn't have to come so you won't cry anymore, Mommy. But don't worry, we can visit him. You won't have to---" "Jocelyn. Stop it," She looked at me like I was suggesting we move to Mars."What are you talking about? You want to live in a rusty powerplant?" "Huh? Nooo, i'm talking about that city we just passed. Behind the trees." I turned around, looking through the back window to see if i could still see it. "That's not a city, honey. It's a powerplant. That's where we get our electricity and other stuff like that" She laughed. "Oh." She put her hand on my head and ruffled my hair. Ever since that day i regret asking my mom about that. Sometimes believing a lie that makes you feel good is better than knowing the truth that hurts. How could something so beautiful at first glance be something so broken and unpleasant? I guess that powerplant and myself have a lot in common.. Alright, so that's what the beginning is like. Do you think it's ok? more

Voting Question: What do you think of my poem? (first one I've ever written)?

It's based on a character in a book called 'I am David.' a street boy saves the girl from a fire and must leave after her parents took him in because he had to continue he journey to find his mother. He also thinks the girl who was about a year or two younger than him is the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. Maria Maria, the one who makes me smile. For her, I would always walk the extra mile. She was like a flower, swaying in the wind. And every hour I think of her, I have grinned. Black curls that was tied back with a ribbon as red as a poppy. She was so beautiful that she doesn’t belong with someone so sloppy. I’d compare her to a fine rose. Sadly, I suppose we were just children And my dreams of ‘us’ are ever so forbidden. Your laughter is like music to my ears. And losing someone like you is but one of my many fears. I saved you from that fire as a gift to my God and to satisfy my desire. Being able to still hear your voice makes my fly higher and higher. Your beauty surpasses all your rivals’. And you’re the reason I work for my survival. I crave your attention. Because wherever I am, you set me in the right direction. I will never forget someone so sweet. But now I must walk along on this empty street. Waiting to come across the place of which I do belong. This journey that feels so life-long. Your name Maria is my theme song. more

Voting Question: Platinum Weddings Episode Lydia & Justin 2007...who designed the wedding dress Lydia wore? It's gorgeous!!?

I'm googling all over the internet and just can't seem to get any further info...I'm watching Platinum Weddings right now on WEtv and it's an older episode entitled Lydia & Justin...her dress is beautiful, cost $5500, and they named the designer but I didn't have a chance to write it down and I believe it was Italian so I can't remember the name at all. Can anyone help? Thank you so much!!Thank you Mel, that's a great idea, that way I can catch the name of the designer again...thanks for your help! more

Resolved Question: my story so far, is it good? yes? no? maybe so?

lol cheesy question. anyway please tell me what you think. im a beginner at writing so please spare my feelings as much as possible :) Prolougue I stared blankly ahead at my own reflection. Trying to see a sign of life, a sign of happiness in my eyes. Nothing. I walked over to my bed and cried until I had no tears left. My whole body was numb. I couldn't even feel the pain anymore. I miss the pain because it meant I felt something. The scars on my face and arms were fading but like me, they'll never completely heal. Maybe getting out of this atrocious place is what I need after all. Now that my father has a decent paying job I can live with him instead of my ignorant uncle. But even though my uncle is completely unaware of everything, A fresh start is what I need more than anything. Everyone around me is oblivious to my secret. When they look at me they see a ordinary teenage girl. Maybe even a beautiful teenage girl. I have always been popular. One of those girls that all the guys want and all the girls want to be. Or so they think. I even have a boyfriend who makes me the envy of all the girls that never had a chance to be with him. If only they knew. His whole life is a lie, except to me. It's been almost a year and I can't do a damn thing about what he does to me because I'd most likely be killed before I had the chance. Everyone around me notices the bruises but it always the same old story. I fell. Even though I plaster that stupid phony smile on my face, behind my cheerful facade lies secrets and pain. Chapter 1: Brooke Once again, I woke up from a restless sleep with the sound of my own screams. I know I can't keep acting like everything is ok, because it isn't. It's Monday morning and school starts in about an hour. I hate school. I hate the girls who assume I live an ideal life, I hate the boys who follow me like puppies because they want to get in my pants, but most of all I hate the fact I have to see my boyfriend, Derek. "Brooke! Are you almost ready? You're going to miss your bus!," My uncle yelled from the bottom of the staircase. What is he talking about? My bus isn't supposed to be coming for 30 more minutes. "But it's only 6:30! Calm down!," I replied as I sat at my vanity table, curling my hair. After about 15 minutes, I finished applying my makeup and slipped into my ripped skinny jeans and my favorite black off the shoulder sweater. I grabbed my black pumps and ran down the stairs. "Bye Uncle Charlie, I love you" I gave him a quick hug and ran to my bus stop with 2 minutes to spare. I waited in silence as the cold winter air bit at my skin. My curly blonde hair was blowing in all directions, destroying all my hard work from this morning. I didn't care. All I cared about at this point was avoiding Derek. My bus gradually came to a halt and I climbed on. I made my way to the very back of the bus, where my seat was waiting for me surrounded by my friends, who were surrounded by the people wanting to be my friends. The people who couldn't care less sat at the front, secretly hoping we wouldn't notice or criticize them. I gave them credit though. They know what is important in life and I admire that. Not that I would tell any of my friends that. I sat down and listened to the random chit chat about repulsive outfits that the other fellow students were wearing. We pulled up to the last stop before we made our way back to the school. My best friend Marina Santana plopped down next to me with an excited expression on her face. "Hey Mari. What are you all smiley about?," I asked with genuine curiosity. "I have a date this Friday," I looked at her with a confused expression. "Uh Mari, you go on dates every Friday," I pointed out. It's true she was amazingly gorgeous. Since I have a boyfriend, if you even want to call him that, she is the girl all the guys settled for. She was tan and had beautiful long brown hair. She had the most adorable brown eyes and got asked out by tons of guys...and some girls, but that's a different story. "Oh come on Brooke, I know that BUT you won't believe who asked me out!" "Alright who?" "Jake Braxton!," she exclaimed so loud everyone turned around. I could see why she was excited though. Jake was so hot, not even I could land a date with him. I'd know that from past experiences. I was scared for her though, to be honest. He was trouble. He would flirt with every girl in a close proximity, but when they asked him out, he would break their heart and say no. Only to laugh about it later on. "That's great Mari," I said in a unconvincing tone."Just be careful. I don't want you to get hurt." She looked at me with slanted eyes. "Why would I get hurt? I think he really does like me." "Yeah but...," "but nothing!," she interrupted. "You're my best friend! I thought you would be happy about this! But no, you're practically saying he is just playing me!" I shut my mouth immedietly and thought about what she said. Maybe I am. more

Voting Question: I'm entering a writing contest. Which story plot is better?

Okay, so I have two story plot ideas and I want to know which one is better. Which one would get your vote if you were looking at them? 1. 16 year old Alex, short for Alexandra, is suddenly forced to move from her Colorado hometown to a farm house in California because of her father's dream to live out in the country. On the first day of staying at her new house things are only getting worse, if not strange. She finds herself drawn to the eerie forest close to her house where she discovers a large and beautiful Dragon named Kenneth that has the ability to morph into a human form. Alex, feeling drawn to the mysterious Dragon boy, is suddenly pulled into the world of Bestia Terra, a place where only mythical creatures exist and humans have been extinct for centuries. Kenneth, along with Alex, whom he promised to get back home, set off on a mission through Terra to rally as many creatures as possible to fight the Shape Shifters who are preparing for a war with the Dragons. But it seems that the Shape Shifters have found their own strategy to win and Alex's life seems to be involved. It's a story of romance, adventure, and life or death. 2. 16 year old Sophie Winters has had a fairly normal life growing up in Portland, Oregan. With her loving mom, partying friend Claire, and dad who comes around only when work permits him too, she's content with the life she has. But when Gaven comes around, her life changes drastically. Sophie begins to have weird dreams and she knows Gaven has something to do with them. Without knowing it, she's slowly being dragged into a war between beings where her feelings for Gaven will be put to the test. Sorry about the bad descriptions, especially the second one. I have a hard time explaining my plots. I'd love opinions, though. Thanks! more

Resolved Question: Would You Read This...?

I wrote this following the twilight saga & the first part is told from Nessie’s point of view. Here it is: Equinox Chapter 1-Renesmee~ Today’s my birthday. I am three years old. Momma promised she’d bake me a cake, but I think gramma will end up doing it. Right now I’m supposed to be asleep since its only 5:30. I spent the night with gramma and grandpa, though they were the ones supposed to be taking care of me, I think Aunt Rosalie enjoys it more. “Nessie?” It’s Aunt Rosalie. “Are you awake?” “Yes I am.” “Would you like some breakfast?” “No, not right now.” “Oh,okay,would you like to come to me and Uncle Emmett’s room?” “Okay.” There was really only one thing I wanted to ask right now, but I don’t think Aunt Rosalie knew the answer: was Jacob coming? I hadn’t seen him in a while and I needed to see Jacob—my Jacob. But I would wait patiently for momma and daddy to come before I would ask. I really hope this year that my birthday can be special, last year I spent it with Jacob, Sam, Emily, and the rest of my family. Even grandpa came; not my grandpa that lives here, but momma’s daddy—Charlie. That’s what part of my middle name is made up of: Carlisle and Charlie—its Carlie. My first and real name which is Renesmee, is made up of Esme and Renée—who is my other grandma who lives in Florida. Momma said we’d go there someday, but every time I ask her she tries her best to avoid the subject. Her reason why we can’t go is because she says we’re “special”, and daddy says it’s because soulless people can’t go to Florida. I’m not entirely sure what he means. “Nessie, are you in here?” I can tell from that soft tender voice that it’s gramma. “Yes, I’m in here, gramma.” “Well, come with me so we can get you cleaned up since it’s a very special day today.” “Okay.” I go with gramma to the kitchen where she pours me some milk in a tall glass like she does everyday. “Are you baking me a cake gramma?” “What kind did you want?” “Um, chocolate!” “With my name on it and don’t forget to spell it right: N-e-s-s-i-e. “I’ll be sure and do that.” Gramma gives me a warm smile. “Do you have any presents for me?” “Oh, as a matter of fact I do.” “Wait right here.” Gramma ran upstairs and came back down with a box wrapped in shiny silver wrapping paper. I opened it very quickly and found a bright pink dress. “It’s beautiful, thank you gramma!” “You should thank me too.” Behind me was grandpa, and I jumped into his arms and he gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Now, you go upstairs, get your dress on, and put that locket your mother gave you on, Nessie.” Gramma said. I quickly got upstairs and put my dress and locket on. I even remember what it says: More than my own life. That was the English translation since it was in French. When I got downstairs everyone was waiting for me, even momma and daddy. Of course I went running into momma’s arms. “Hello, Nessie.” She greeted me. “Do you have anything for me, momma?” Everyone started to laugh. “I have something for you, Nessie.” Said Aunt Alice. She’s always the creative one who’s gentle and bright. She handed me a brown tote bag which held inside a little stuffed wolf, which reminded me of Jacob even more. Aunt Rosalie and Uncle Emmett gave me a beauty kit because Aunt Rosalie wants me to carry one her good looks. Momma and daddy gave me two diamond-looking hair pins which daddy put in my hair. “Happy birthday, love.” He said to me. The next thing I couldn’t help but blurt out was “Is Jacob coming? Will he come to see me? Does he miss me?” Momma answered with: “I’m not sure, dear.” I gave her a worried look to somehow ease my pain. Why wouldn’t Jacob come? Did I make him angry with something I might have said or done? I don’t really know, but I was determined to see Jacob because I needed him here with me to celebrate this special day. Please review~ more

Voting Question: my story, is it good?

I stared blankly ahead at my own reflection. Trying to see a sign of life, a sign of happiness in my eyes. Nothing. I walked over to my bed and cried until I had no tears left. My whole body was numb. I couldn't even feel the pain anymore. I miss the pain because it means I felt something. The scars on my face and arms were fading but like me, they'll never completely heal. Maybe getting out of this atrocious place is what I need after all. Now that my father has a decent paying job I can live with him instead of my ignorant uncle. But even though my uncle is completely unaware of everything, A fresh start is what I need more than anything. Everyone around me is oblivious to my secret. When they look at me they see a ordinary teenage girl. Maybe even a beautiful teenage girl. I have always been popular. One of those girls that all the guys want and all the girls want to be. Or so they think. I even have a boyfriend who makes me the envy of all the girls that never had a chance to be with him. If only they knew. His whole life is a lie, except to me. It's been almost a year and I can't do a damn thing about what he does to me because I'd most likely be killed before I had the chance. Everyone around me notices the bruises but it always the same old story. I fell. Even though I plaster that stupid phony smile on my face, behind my cheerful facade lies secrets and pain. im sorry if i have grammer issues in this haha im only a beginner and this is my 2nd attempt at writing a novel. Would this be better as a prolougue or a first chapter? Is it good? Also if you are a person who is a writer (a good one) can you please email me. I was wondering if you can read over my book every now and again (as i write it) and edit it to make more sense (in case it doesn't) (so basically I'm asking for an editor). thanks more

Resolved Question: What do you think about this other poem I wrote?

The Girl of My Dreams This is a girl Who goes beyond beautiful When I think of her With love I am full Beauty is such a small word Compared to how beautiful she really is Her beauty pulls my gaze towards her I wouldn't mind a simple kiss There is no music I'd listen to Rather than the sound of her voice That beautiful sound, I do not lie, is my choice I'd do anything for her She means the world to me I'm happy when I see her She is the world's most precious entity She is my enchanted dream She vibrates through my heart I suffer from not being with her She is my missing part There’s nothing, nobody more beautiful than her Just thinking about her makes my heart fly She is pretty, kind, and friendly I love her, those are some reasons why I think of her every single day Without her I am nothing I love her so much To me she means everything Her comely complexion The eyes that attract me Her picture belongs in a museum Her beauty I like to see I always think of her When I hear a love song I listen to the whole song Thinking about her as I follow along She must be an angel Is she not? It seems so true I believe it a lot When I think of her and see her So hard my heart pounds My chest is its cage But it can’t block the sounds I am falling, falling, falling… This girl is so beautiful, Prettier than a dove I’m falling in a bottomless pit I’m falling in love more

Open Question: Please rate my poetry, and tell me things that I could change?

Okay it's been a while since I wrote this, but here it is anyway. =] THE NIGHTMARE OF LOVE 'So tell me, What happened, That horribly fateful evening?' It was bright in the room, Much too filled with light, I tried to answer, And broke down crying, Then out poured my tale, As sorrowful as could be. I thought that I loved her, She was my very life, The girl I woke up to, The person who kept me going. I don't know what happened, It's all like a dream. The wonderful, best, Most perfect dream, That turned into a nightmare of sorts, An incubus that I could not escape, The most horrible time, That I could imagine. The time that my darling sweetheart, Turned into a horrendous monster. He was my life, My breath, my own. I cherished every moment we spent, Watching as the hours went by. Then I began thinking, About what I couldn't guess. It was like an itch you can't scratch, A word you can't name. Then I became wise, Wiser than ever before. It was him, himself! My one true love! No, it couldn't be. But then, it was! It was HE who held me back, From expanding my grandeur, Meeting my fame head-on, Becoming rich on my own, Everyone loving me, Wanting my things, Wanting my life itself. But no, he would not let it happen. I had to let him see it my way, My own and make it his. I looked into her eyes, Those wide, wild eyes, I saw the gleam of the knife, The darkness of her plan. It was impossible! I loved her so. 'Back!' I screeched, My cheeks growing wet. I saw her pause, Almost confused, but she remembered her scheme, Coming closer, closer! I could not avoid it any longer, My sweet, sweet dear, I caressed her cheek, with the softest of touches, My lips brushed her brow, as she stabbed me again and again, It's a miracle I'm alive. I whispered, 'I love you.' But I'm not sure she heard. I landed on the ground with a thud, Staining her dress and the floor, The last image I saw, Was her lovely face... That sweet angelic face, Splattered with blood, But beautiful, With that sad, strange beauty, Of a lover, Gone mad. --MTAlso, in order to avoid any confusion, none of these things really happened. I was trying to write a story for school, but it turned into a poem. --MT more

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