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Did anyone else notice that during the You Jelly? questions, that EXCALIBUR was there?!?!?! Or was I having a nightmare?
FOOL! Like most people, I believe in seasons of life. For me, I categorize the seasons as, newly married, young children, busy mom, teenage years, empty nest, grandmother and aged parents seasons. I feel I am living with one foot in the grandmother years with the other foot in the aged parents' years. But, then again, it seems the age parents' years come at different times for different people. While my parents aren't totally dependent on my siblings and me, it is evident we are all moving in that direction. And, most of us are kicking and screaming. It is difficult, at least, to watch the self-dependent, strong bodied and capable parents we know have freedoms and abilities slide away. The memories of the past taunt and tease at the edges of your mind. Remembering the lives lived, the activities engaged and all that went with it is like a sharp stick being poked into your future. It's also difficult to know when and how much to help. Too much help is like shoving the quiet kanue into the fast moving rapids. Stepping in before necessary is comparable to taking away a paddle. If you back off too much and don't pay attention, the kanue can capsize. My parents have been living in Florida for the winter months. If I allow myself, I can be worrisome about how they are managing. Are they safe? Are they taking their medications? However, there is a nice cushion having them live that far away. I am unable to get too involved unless necessary. Tomorrow morning, my parents are flying in from Florida and my sister and I are picking them up from our local airport and then driving them back to their tahanan on the other side of the state. The airline they have been using does not fly into their town anymore. I am grateful we can spend time with them and get them settled back into their home. Since they will be a short two oras distance, an unwanted issue will sumali them. I will have the shadow of "what if" draped over my shoulders. What if one of them slips and falls? What if they get sick? What if . . . .? I know that there are some "what ifs" in the future and to be honest, I don't want to have to deal with them. I am busy enough right now with my immediate family. Wife, Mother and Grandma is madami than enough. Don't get me wrong. I am blessed and am grateful I have my parents still with me. I pag-ibig being able to do things with and for them. I just don't like what might be around the bend on our lives' journey. I think I have discovered why I dislike it other than the obvious reasons. I can see things slipping from my life. Age is nipping at my heels like a mad gansa when you get too close to her nest. I can't lift and shove and "perform" like I once could. The circles I ran around everyone are closing in. pagkain is becoming a chore. I now have to watch it, divide it, low calorie it, unsweeten it. Bother! Time is marching on like a Drum Major in a band competition. Instead of lining up and keeping in step, I'm lagging behind, dropping my sheet music and wishing I would have been in orchestra instead.
That is a GLORIOUS picture, I must say, but it has yet to capture my essence! No, my essence is so pure and refined that it cannot be captured sa pamamagitan ng a single artist, but sa pamamagitan ng many!
............. sigh
@HolySword It's too long to read!
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@HolySword Is it me or you just type that fast like speedy gonzalez
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(OOC: It's all copy-and-paste, my friend.)
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PYGMSfan5 said:
Nightmare is awesome!
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FOOL! This past Wednesday, May 9 on my radio program walang tiyak na layunin Ramblings of, at WHTC in Holland, MI, I spoke about the fairly new Invasive Species Order that DNR issued in 2010. It went into effect on April 1. While I am no expert and do not raise any breed of swine, I feel a connection to farmers. For those of you who might not know, I am a dairy farmer. I have read several artikulo concerning this issue and my personal belief is that once again the government officials are overstepping their boundaries. On the program, I presented different sources of information in hopes that the public would be made aware of what is happening and to create some interest. I have included several iugnay for you to read yourself. It appears there has been over aggressive moves sa pamamagitan ng the DNR. The DNR needs to be held accountable to their job paglalarawan and stay out of the agricultural world. Please take a few minutos to read these links. What was perfectly fine and legal for several years has now succumbed to the DNR picking and choosing which animal is deemed feral.
oh my
@HolySword: Wow... YOU ARE FREAKING AWESOME! :D
XxKeithHarkinxX said:
He was there~
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FOOL! Ever have one of those days when you want to scrape all the pieces of your araw and put it back into the box? You want to put it away and not have to look at it or deal with it until another day. It's easier to pretend the pieces you have to work with are different than what you really have when they aren't staring you in the face. Once they are in the box they can be ignored and even forgotten for a time. When the pieces are all in the box, life is much tidier, less messy and not so scattered. You can't hear the pieces as well when they are boxed. The noise of life is madami muffled, easier to disregard. The pieces aren't always annoying, just sometimes too loud and you need a break. Or at times you just have too many pieces. You have piles and piles of pieces. And it's hard to sort the pieces out. Should this piece go in my "do today" pile? Can this piece be added to the "tomorrow" stack? And there seems to be too few that can be thrown away. The worst kind of pieces are the ones that are shared with others. You don't have sole ownership so you can't determine where the pieces go. Discussions and arguments about pieces are very tiring. In the past I have tried to carry all my pieces to put into the box only to find later that I have dropped a few along the way. sa pamamagitan ng the time I've committed to putting the pieces away I am tired and the last think I want to do is go back and pick up pieces. So, at times I just leave the pieces lay and hope I don't trip over them in the middle of the night if I get up for some reason. The longer I live, the madami I've learned that it isn't the pieces that are most important, it's the box. Pieces can fit reasonably well in many different boxes. Some boxes hold up well while others last a short time. The box that I have found most reliable and would recommend everyone try is the God Box. It doesn't matter how many pieces you have, what size the pieces are, whether the pieces are thick, thin or in between. All pieces fit in the God Box. The God Box is never too full. There is always room for madami pieces. And, if I'm careful not to keep opening the God Box and checking on the pieces I've found that some of the pieces get taken care of and I don't have to deal with them anymore. Some pieces stay in the God Box longer than others but that's okay because it seems there is always the perfect time when each piece gets cared for. Therefore, if you're dealing with pieces and you're box isn't working for you, I have a suggestion. Or, perhaps, you didn't even know you could box up your pieces. Here is my suggestion. The God Box. Pick up your stuff and lay it down in the God Box. One size fits all.
i ain't pagbaba that.
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Panda-Hero said:
What are you talking about?
Excalibur is everywhere.
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FOOL! Son #2 and wife went on a business trip and I had the sheer joy of having two wigglies for three days. The wigglies, #2 and #5, had suppers planned out. Goulash for the boy and macaroni and cheese for the girl. We had Little League pictures, ball practice and an art reception to attend while mom and dad were gone. pelikula were decided on for evening viewing and we were all set. Monday, after school they got off the bus, and instead of going home, crossed the road to my house. We had a quick hapunan and made it in time for pictures. Tuesday morning I had fun brushing hair and putting in pig tails. I picked up one other wiggliette, #4, on the way to school and delivered them in time for the first bell. I then headed into work. Tuesday I picked up wigglies # 2 and #5 from school and headed into Barnes and Noble. The wigglies know Grama is a sucker for books and will spring for one at any ibingiay moment. Chinese for hapunan and then the wiggliette and I read in the car while the wigglie had ball practice. Meanwhile, Son #4's son who is 16 months old was getting sicker and sicker. They live just down the road. At 10:30 PM after my two wigglies had finally settled down and gone to sleep, I got a phone call from Son #4. Could I please keep wigglie #4 while he and daughter-in-law took wigglie #7 to the ER? He had a fever of 104 and had labored breathing. So, now I had three wigglies bedded down. Wednesday morning brought with it three wigglies and pancakes for breakfast. I had such fun getting them all ready for school and out the door. The one struggle was that wigglie #7 was still in the hospital with viral pneumonia. His oxygen levels would not stay up where they belonged so he was on oxygen breathing treatments. He was one miserable baby.
FOOL! even if a person does legally have the right to fill his or her lungs with tar, nicotine, and other carcinogens, does that mean that same person has the right to stand on a public sidewalk while doing it? does no one else find this illogical? what about the rights of the rest of the masses? the rights of those of us who'd rather not die earlier than we have to? there's nothing wrong with desiring the freedom to smoke: as Americans, the right to do so has never been contested however, what if the person susunod to you desires free air? we always stand up for the rights of those whose rights are being contested...but what about those whose rights have never been publicly stated? never been acknowledged? there are laws which prevent other unpleasant things from happening in public places, such as sidewalks: laws against public nudity, laws against going to the bathroom there, laws against having sex there, laws against playing music too loud, laws against violence.... the listahan goes on and on however, all of these things are prohibited, despite the fact that there are those who don't mind it there are actually quite a few people in this world who wouldn't care if some people chose to walk around nude, for example... but, in order to make the majority of people madami comfortable, it is prohibited why are there no similar laws for smoking? yes, i realize that there are some people who don't care, and who are not bothered sa pamamagitan ng all the smoke in public places but does that mean that it should be allowed, just because those who participate in it and those who don't mind it are so vocal? there are those who do mind, and, like the nudity, are very bothered sa pamamagitan ng it.... so here's the pivotal question: why are "smoker's rights" so very well-protected in the laws, and the rights of nudists not? Certainly, smoking is madami of a public hazard than nudity! of course, the answer lies in lobbyists: cigarette manufacturers put a lot of time and money into government lobbyists who manage to convince lawmakers that "smokers' rights" need to be protected. where are the community health advocates? they are busy trying to prove their theories about smoking, trying to ipakita that it shortens your life sa pamamagitan ng so many hours per cigarette, trying to prove that second-hand smoke is also bad... trying, in short, to defend their work against the cigarette manufacturers' claims that there is no harm in a smoke here and there let me bring back the nudism analogy here: how on earth is your physical health compromised from the presence of a man or woman with no clothing on? The answer is that it isn't! so, even if cigarettes are not bad for one's physical health, (though medical studies have made quite clear that, beyond a doubt, all forms of smoke (1st hand, 2nd hand) are bad for your health) that is no reason that they shouldn't be banned from public places. so, why is nudity banned in public places, then, if it causes no physical ailments to the general public? just the fact that it makes people uncomfortable with their surroundings, "ruining the view" so to speak... it's just something that people don't exactly want to see while going about their daily business! the same goes for cigarettes: their negative health effects aside, they also "ruin the view"....it's just something people don't want to have to smell while going about their daily business! in closing, I urge any lawmakers who may be pagbaba this to put aside your loyalty to lobbyists, and listen to what the general public has to say... it may surprise you! i do not advocate public nudity, but if that's how you roll, well I'm not gonna be hating! i am not trying to ban smoking from the united states (although that would make me happy, I know too much about Prohibition to even imagine that this would work out) i am merely advocating that it should be done in a place where you won't affect anyone else's ability to breathe... smoking on the sidewalk doesn't work, as people need to walk there!!! perhaps cities could build enclosed "smoking huts" where smokers could go to "do their thing" or perhaps smokers could at least have the decency to smoke in their own homes and vehicles, as opposed to doing so on public sidewalks and in public restaurants.
I can argue until forever. Never underestimate how stubborn and hard-headed I am.
@Panda Hero: Wow... AWESOME!!!
simpleplan said:
He was there. X3
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FOOL! My cousin was an extra in this film. That is why I went to see the movie. I was so pleasantly surprised and blown away sa pamamagitan ng this film. Through the course of watching the film and good 'ol Face Book, I've become mga kaibigan with Mary and Jerry Zandstra. Jerry was the executive producer and he and Mary were key characters in the film I am always hesitant to attend a "Christian" based film because of the poor quality in Pagsulat and acting. This film is tuktok notch in all areas. The story line is thought provoking and the pagganap is superb. I would encourage you all to get yourself a copy, a big bowl of papkorn and enjoy. Following is madami information concerning the film. The Genesis Code champions Faith, Family and Intellectual Freedom. Amazon's rankings have us at #1 in the nation in Faith and Spirituality Films, #1 in the nation in Kids and Family Films and #4 in the nation for ALL DVDs available on Amazon! The Genesis Code is an independent faith-based film which highlights the intersection of science and faith as well as other issues facing Christians today. The film stars Logan Bartholomew and Kelsey Sanders as college students whose chance meeting leads to a burgeoning relationship and a journey of spiritual discovery. The supporting cast includes Oscar-winners Louise Fletcher and Ernest Borgnine, former presidential candidate Fred Thompson, and Reverend Jerry Zandstra, who also served as the executive producer. Exploring three major issues facing Christians today, The Genesis Code tackles the alleged conflict between religious and scientific explanations for the beginning of the universe. The film also explores the often ignored story of discrimination against Christians on college campuses, while dealing with end-of-life issues portrayed through Logan Bartholomew's character as he fights to prolong the life of his comatose mother when his grandparents attempt to remove her from life support against his wishes and despite the possibility of recovery. The Genesis Code will be available on DVD nationwide on May 8, 2012. An American Epic Entertainment production, The Genesis Code DVD is distributed sa pamamagitan ng Entertainment One. For madami information, please visit, www.thegenesiscodemovie.com/. American Epic Entertainment produces feature length motion pictures. Our pictures are intended to be uplifting, positive-valued, family-friendly stories in both historical and contemporary settings, and to convey traditional American ethics, ideals, and values.
^^ I pag-ibig you to XD
HolySword said:
I really dislike Mother's Day. Also, Father's araw and Valentine's Day. But, let's just stick with Mother's araw for now.
I dislike the fact that people need to be told to honor their Mother on this one special day.
It's a great money making araw for the gift shops and card companies.
Mother's araw is a hard araw for many to endure. I almost think there are madami people who are upset than are delighted with the holiday.
Think about it. It's a reminder for those whose mothers have passed away that she's not with them any longer. Losing a mother is a hard thing to get over and taon after taon it can be hard to be reminded that yours in no longer here.
It's also a reminder to those who aren't able to be a mother. How hard is it araw after araw not having that child to hold and seeing people all around them having what they long to have. Then to add insult to injury there is a holiday to rub it in. To see the commercials and crave to have a child is unbearable. It's just one madami way to reinforce their lack.
Then, there are the mothers who have Nawawala a child. Some before they were even able to hold in their arms. Their hopes and dreams are washed away with their tears.
Single moms and mothers with inconsiderate mates can feel left out when all the other moms are receiving bulaklak and gifts and they are left empty handed.
Personally, as a young mother I always felt pressured and didn't think I measured up when comparing myself to all the accolades thrown around on that holiday.
TV, radio, newspaper ads bombard us with the perfect "mother scenario". Ever see a Mother's araw commercial portraying a mother who Nawawala it and is yelling at their children? A mother who couldn't get the birthday cake frosted without it looking like a lump of clay? A mother in sweat pants, no makeup, dried pagkain on her shoulder and hair sticking out on one side? Nothing less than perfect is portrayed.
With all the advertising now days it is nigh to impossible to get away from reminders.
Here's the deal. Daily, we should ipakita appreciation to our mothers – to each other in general. Flowers, cards, gifts, encouraging words or a hug around the neck on any ibingiay araw are madami treasured than the ones delivered when the calendars prompts.
Yes, I will honor my Mother and my daughters-in-law this Sunday. But, all taon long I paliguan them with gifts and words of pag-ibig and appreciation.
Go ahead, sumali the masses on Mother's araw but for crying out loud, don't think you're done for a year.
We never know what tomorrow will bring. Make sure you appreciate what's right in front of you each day.
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As I said; Everywhere.
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Yay x3
Hmmm... That story actually made a lot of sense! (Yes, I read it all.) Good thinking, Excalibur!
(OOC: YOU ACTUALLY READ ALL THAT?! I didn't... XD And I'm the one who posted it...)
Ale1152 said:
I don't know desu. All I know is that desu is the answer desu.
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FOOL! In my attempt to get healthier, I've been looking at labels a little more. I noticed a can of Pam no-stick cooking spray in my cupboard. I use it every once in a while, but, not much. As I read the side of the can, so many tanong popped up. And, I'm sure you are craving to know what I found and my queries. The first thing I saw was serving size. Serving Size About 1/3 segundo Spray. OK, so many thoughts here. First of all they are so wishy washy – about. About? You can't be sure? Secondly, how in the heck can you spray for 1/3 of a second? Let's ilipat on. The susunod is calories. Calories are zero. ZERO – This takes me back to serving size. If there are zero calories then why have a serving size? Zero times any number is still zero, right? If so, then who cares what the serving size is? And on tuktok of it, why make the serving size (about 1/3 segundo spray) an impossibility? pagbaba on down the can, every item has zero percent daily value. It goes on to say needlessly – not a significant pinagmulan of dietary fiber, sugars, vitamin A, vitamin C, calcium and iron. Which leads me to ask, is there any significant anything? The susunod bit of information has an asterisk which in my mind means I need to pay special attention. The asterisk is followed by: percent daily values are based on a 2,000 calorie diet. Once again, if everything is zero then why must we base nothing on 2,000 calories? The ingredients are listed next. One of the ingredients is canola oil and it has a small tumawid symbol beside the word. Below that the explanation reads: Adds a trivial amount of fat. Well, do we have zero percent of fat or a trivial amount? Which is it? And how much is trivial? What I think is trivial may be a stinking big deal to you. The last bit of information to tanong is their comparison chart. They compare a one segundo spray of Pam to one tablespoon of butter, margarine and oil. Somehow to me a one segundo squirt is not comparable to a one tablespoon hunk. It's a good thing I found this bothersome information early in the day. If I would have discovered this after 8:00 PM I would have had a hard time shutting my brain off and going to sleep while trying to process all these uncertainties. My tanong to you: Is Pam a sham?
... desu.
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^This prooves that you can NEVER have too much Desu...
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Indeed carsfan desu.
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Kadaj said:
But - but Excalibur is the best Soul Eater character.
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FOOL! Another week has trudged by. Another week of doing, being and existing. A very full life I live filled with family and friends, but, while living the life I segundo guess where my time is spent. When I am volunteering, I think about all the stuff at home. While working in the office at tahanan I am thinking about that susunod Pagsulat project or the susunod drama I am involved with at church. While I am cleaning house I am Pagsulat that crazy wonderful novel in my head. The few moments I sit at the computer with the intent of Pagsulat I feel the need to check Facebook, my calendar, and emails. I feel like I am either behind or disconnected. I actually went on a two araw get away. It did not qualify as a vacation but it was heavenly. I had no plans, meandered, ate, and played. My shoulders felt lighter and my muscles relaxed. And then, it was time to go back home. I pag-ibig my home. I pag-ibig my life. I pag-ibig my family. But, there just seems to be a lot of "stuff" that needs dealing with. Why must I be so responsible and feel the need to take care of "stuff". Some of this "stuff", actually 90% of this "stuff" is out of my control. I am at the mercy of others and it is not an easy place to be. I have been disappointed and let down in the past and I really don't want to reside there. I hear "you just got to trust God" a lot and while I agree, the trusting part isn't as easy as it sounds. I get there for a while and then slip back into the "I need to take care of this" mode and the trust slips away. The hard part of the trusting is the not doing. I am a doer. I don't not do very well. So, in an attempt to be madami transparent and real, there you have it. Time to do those deep breathing exercises.
IAmAGod said:
he was really there...
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FOOL! Despite its classification remaining amongst the other pre-existing demon weapons, at least in regards to its properties, Excalibur doesn't conform to the typical restrictions of its kin, as in actuality anyone is considered compatible with its wavelength and thus, capable of wielding him. However, contrary to this unique trait, the number of people counted as his partner over the various centuries remains relatively few, due solely to the fact that no individual is able to withstand his personality for prolonged periods of time. Regarded as being a greater narcissist than even the egotistical Black☆Star, this defective personality is only exacerbated sa pamamagitan ng his short temperament and patience, making Excalibur truly insufferable to all but a "chosen" few. It is for this reason alone that those who are able to utilize Excalibur long enough to achieve anything significant, are referred with such heraldry as "hero" and "king", as only they possess the means and/or strength of will to withstand these annoying deficiencies. This dysfunctional personality manifests itself most frequently in the declaration of the word "fool" (バカ, bakame), employed as a means of interruption to those Excalibur nakakita with disdain and contempt, which due to his extensive superiority complex is practically applicable to everyone. Amongst such disparaging remarks, Excalibur propagates numerous nonsensical and confused rants about its supposed mythic exploits, before bursting into song. If these defects aren't enough to fend off any would be advocates, his mannerisms will surely repulse even the most convicted of individuals, whether it be from Excalibur waving his cane just millimeters from other's faces or one of his deplorable sneezing fits.
FOOL! Finally, after many years of wanting to do this, I got it done. I hired a strong young man to help. We dug around in the piles old beams from the barns and found the longest one. We then found a tumawid bar beam and notched the two to fit together. My daughter-in-law joined in and helped to find bolts long enough to bolt the two together. It took us a couple of tries and then Son #2 joined in and found the right ones. Son #4 was recruited to find nuts for the bolts but the bulk of the work was done sa pamamagitan ng Barrett Mills. We drilled a spot for the three nails to be placed, the nails in his hands, and feet. Even though I knew you would not see them from the road, I wanted them in there. We used 10 inch nails. The segundo day, I draped and stapled the material on the cross. Then, we loaded shovels into the back of the truck and drove out to the sand pit which is located on a main road. The spot we placed the tumawid has 1000s of cars that drive by. Barrett dug the hole and we went back to get the tumawid and some help to put it up. There was no way I was going to be able to help him carry it up the burol and stand it in place. So, Son #4 was wrangled in again. Barrett and Son #4 carried it up the hill, placed it and packed the dirt around the base. The material had gotten Gusot up in the drive out to the pit and the gale force winds didn't help much. Son #4 climbed up on the bottom nail and did his best to untangle. All in all, I pag-ibig the visual. My hope is that everyone that glances, stops or notices the tumawid will think about the sacrifice made. We all get so busy living our "blessed" lives that we forget the reason why we are so blessed. Nothing happens or comes to us without being delivered from God's hand. So, as Easter approaches, let's take a few extra minutos to ponder, think on, muse, contemplate and consider our pinagmulan of blessings. Come back on Easter - if all goes well, there will be a transformation on the cross.
@Panda Hero and Holy Sword: Wow... You guys are so awesome... ( :D And I actually read everything Panda Hero said. That was very well-written!
Rainsky-57 said:
Yeah, he was.
There were tial deer everywhere. Did you see them?
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FOOL! I am not Pagsulat about Creative Slow-Cooker Meals cookbook because the may-akda is a childhood friend. I also am not Pagsulat about Creative Slow-Cooker Meals cookbook because I have stock in the slow cooker companies. I am Pagsulat about Creative Slow-Cooker Meals cookbook because this is just too good not to share! If any of you know me in the least you know my kusina and cooking are an integral part of who I am. You can't be inside my door for madami than ten minutos without me trying to feed you something. Sunday dinners are all about food, family and fun. And with the number we have around the mesa each Sunday I am always looking for ways to make hapunan madami enjoyable and less work. And I have found a winner in both departments with Creative Slow-Cooker Meals cookbook sa pamamagitan ng Cheryl Moeller. The recipes are easy and use "regular" ingredients and create dishes that everyone loves. Using two slow cookers is such a great and "why didn't I think of that" concept. Take a few minutos in the morning to throw your ingredients in, plug it in and come tahanan to aromas that will knock your socks off. Before I tempt you with a couple of the recipes my family loves, let me introduce you to my friend Cheryl. Cheryl is mother to six kids, wife, author, speaker and a woman who pag-ibig God. She also is one of my cheerleaders in my Pagsulat life. Here is a quote: Creative Slow-Cooker Meals will help you get your family back to the mesa while freeing you from long hours spent sweating over a hot stove. Using two slow cookers, you'll have a warm entree and side dish on the mesa without hardly any effort! It's my hope that you'll find some recipes here that will become staples in your home, that your family will be telling stories about for years to come. And I pray that you will find, as I have, that there are few blessings greater than sharing a meal with family.
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FOOL! I really dislike Mother's Day. Also, Father's araw and Valentine's Day. But, let's just stick with Mother's araw for now. I dislike the fact that people need to be told to honor their Mother on this one special day. It's a great money making araw for the gift shops and card companies. Mother's araw is a hard araw for many to endure. I almost think there are madami people who are upset than are delighted with the holiday. Think about it. It's a reminder for those whose mothers have passed away that she's not with them any longer. Losing a mother is a hard thing to get over and taon after taon it can be hard to be reminded that yours in no longer here. It's also a reminder to those who aren't able to be a mother. How hard is it araw after araw not having that child to hold and seeing people all around them having what they long to have. Then to add insult to injury there is a holiday to rub it in. To see the commercials and crave to have a child is unbearable. It's just one madami way to reinforce their lack. Then, there are the mothers who have Nawawala a child. Some before they were even able to hold in their arms. Their hopes and dreams are washed away with their tears. Single moms and mothers with inconsiderate mates can feel left out when all the other moms are receiving bulaklak and gifts and they are left empty handed. Personally, as a young mother I always felt pressured and didn't think I measured up when comparing myself to all the accolades thrown around on that holiday. TV, radio, newspaper ads bombard us with the perfect "mother scenario". Ever see a Mother's araw commercial portraying a mother who Nawawala it and is yelling at their children? A mother who couldn't get the birthday cake frosted without it looking like a lump of clay? A mother in sweat pants, no makeup, dried pagkain on her shoulder and hair sticking out on one side? Nothing less than perfect is portrayed. With all the advertising now days it is nigh to impossible to get away from reminders. Here's the deal. Daily, we should ipakita appreciation to our mothers – to each other in general. Flowers, cards, gifts, encouraging words or a hug around the neck on any ibingiay araw are madami treasured than the ones delivered when the calendars prompts. Yes, I will honor my Mother and my daughters-in-law this Sunday. But, all taon long I paliguan them with gifts and words of pag-ibig and appreciation. Go ahead, sumali the masses on Mother's araw but for crying out loud, don't think you're done for a year. We never know what tomorrow will bring. Make sure you appreciate what's right in front of you each day.
i've been waiting for you..................
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SymmaGirl2 said:
No, I didn't. ._. Oh my god nononononono.
Whoever is rping Excalibur whywhywhywhywhy.
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Excalibur the best chariter in the series that is why X3
FOOL! I walked down the pathway. It was autumn now, and something about it made me comfortable. I guessed because it was my paborito season, which would have made sense. I hadn't seen anything like it before. Sure, I'd seen plenty of pictures of autumn before, but nothing like this. I just moved into the town and I'd be starting school tomorrow, on a Monday, so I really should have been getting ready for that, but it wasn't really that important to me. Through the past year, school was just something pointless that filled my brain. It was almost as if I knew everything I was being taught, like I'd graduated school before I'd forgotten nearly everything that happened in my life. I took my hat off and put my long, kahel hair up in a ponytail. Yes, orange. kalabasa orange. It was natural, as were my kahel eyes. Weird, but cool. It accented my own uniqueness, in my opinion, and totally badass. And that's just the way I liked it. I slipped my hat back on a few steps later, since the sun was beating down on my face. The path that I was on was rather unique itself. It was not so much a path as some bare dirt on a hill, constantly heading upward with a slight slope. It was tunneled sa pamamagitan ng trees, a thinner band of trees exposing the town below the hills on my left, and a thick amount of trees flowing with the endless hills about thirty feet to my right. The right sides of the path were coated in signs of long-forgotten settlements. apoy places, floorboards, skeletons of old buildings, that sort of thing. It was forgotten and abandoned, which was how I liked it. Later down the pathway, I spotted something interesting. I stopped walking down the path and turned to go into the old abandoned building to my right. It was large, bigger than most of the trees surrounding out. Out in the front, there was a sign that sinabi The Rose Insane Asylum An old insane asylum? I thought, opening the front door. This might be interesting. I walked in and realized that it wasn't much different than an old house, one of those huge Victorian mansions with a lot of rooms upstairs. I was standing in what looked like a lobby or foyer, and almost all the furniture and wolpeyper were rotting. I could barely tell that the thing in the right corner was supposed to be a chair, the monster in the middle was a coffee table, the mess on the pader to my left was a aparador ng mga aklat once, and the dead thing on the old, rotting floor boards was a rug in it's better days. The large window on the pader furthest from me was so grimy that I couldn't see out it. On my far right, there was a huge, winding staircase that looked as though it'd collapse the moment I stood upon it. I walked beyond the staircase into what looked like what could have been the room where people would come in to find where someone's room was. There was an old, wooden, rotting mesa with a spinning chair behind it. I walked up to it slowly and went behind it. In the back there was a drawer that looked like it had been used everyday at some point. I bent down to it and tried to open it, but the handle fell off. "You have to be kidding me!" I sinabi with a sigh. I buried my fingers into the puwang between the drawer and the mesa to pry it open, but I fell backward. God damn it, it's stuck! I thought. I shook my head and tried again, and I fell again. I looked around the room to find something, anything, that could be used to pry it open. I looked down at the ground at the handle that had fallen off. I smirked as I picked it up. I stuck it in the puwang where my fingers had been and attempted at prying it open. It didn't work. I looked around again for something else I could use to pry it open. There was a bookshelf in the corner with something shiny on it. I stood up and trotted up to it. The shiny thing turned out just to be an old pair of glasses. I went back to looking for something else I that could use to pry it open. When I didn't find anything on the bookshelf, I went back over to the old mesa and looked on the mesa for something, when I heard a sound that caught my attention. Click… With a confused look creeping up on my face, I bent over the old mesa and looked for what could have made that sound. I gasped with my jaw wide open. The click came from the drawer. Which was open. Wide open. I blinked, making sure that my eyes weren't tricking me. I looked behind me for anyone who could have opened the drawer. There was no one. I crept around the mesa to the drawer and bent down in front of it, peeking inside. There was an old clipboard with a truckload of papers clipped on it. I took it out and brushed off some dust. It was a listahan of the people kept at the asylum, their room numbers, and additional details, written in old, worn handwriting. Interested, I flipped through the pages until I found a weird name. I smirked when I found the perfect name. Adriel Abbas- room 13. Age 13. Keeps calling for his twin sister, Aida Abbas, who died of a apoy in 1823 and believes he is talking to her. Shows no sign of improvement as of May 26th, 1826. If patient shows no improvement in five days, emergency action will be called for. I raised an eyebrow as I read the words before me. Talk about 13 being an unlucky number. And what did they mean sa pamamagitan ng "emergency action"? I didn't know, and I'd probably never know, but I still wondered, anyway. I also wondered why they'd lock the kid up. It was obvious that he missed his sister and wasn't "crazy", just lonely. He'd Nawawala her at a young age, how could the owners of Rose Insane Asylum not know that he was just lonely? Well, since I new a room number I could go to, I decided I'd go and investigate. Room 13… I guessed that'd be up those old, rotting stairs since I didn't see any other doors Just great. I went through the old drawer some more, trying to find one of those little maps that said, "You are here", or just a guide to the rooms and whatnot. There had to be some sort of guide or something. But no, after searching through eons worth of dust, mold, and I-don't-want-to-know-what-those-are, I didn't find anything. I'd have to find the room on my own. I stepped out of the receptionist's room and back into the main room, looking at the staircase. All the rooms would have been up there, I'd imagine, but I really wasn't that eager to climb it. Something just told me not to. But another something, something louder, told me that no matter what trouble it got me into, it'd be worth it. So, being the fool that I was, I headed up the stairs. Though surprisingly enough, the stairway contrasted with what I had thought. The floorboards must have been rather sturdy, none of them creaked or groaned as I stepped up them. I quickened my pace and made it to the tuktok of the stairway in triumph and took a glance around. To my left was a long, wide hallway with at least thirty doors on each side, and at the very end there was a gaping hole as if it had been singed sa pamamagitan ng apoy that lead to the October world outside. On my right, however, was a large nook susunod to a wide, clear window, and right in the middle was a beautiful white grand piano, the autumn sunlight adding a crisp kahel tint to it. And as much as I tried, I couldn't stop myself as I walked over to the piano and sat on the dumi ng tao that rested beside it. The piano was in perfect condition and absolutely beautiful, glossy and neat, not a single chip or ding. I pressed a key and listened to the sound. It was perfectly tuned, too. I sighed with amazement and pressed a few other keys until I was improvising a nice melody. It was a calm and gentle melody at first, one seeming to have kind and loving voice to it's sound, but soon it crept into a melody filled with angst and sadness. But suddenly, it was cheerful and happy, filled with the energy of a small child. I was enjoying that particular sound, until very suddenly… "Wow. You're pretty good at that." A voice. A male voice out of nowhere. I turned my head to the direction it came from to see that there was someone there. And his looks almost had me jumping out of the window. His skin was pale, and his features were sharp, but pleasant. His hair was rested just below his jaw line and curled every way possible in an unpredictable mess, like he hadn't bothered to brush it when he woke up. His outfit, on the other hand, was well coordinated and put together. He wore a black suit with kahel pin stripes, paired with an kahel dress shirt, black tie, and kahel gloves. His right hand held a video camera, and even though I had little to no knowledge of that sort of thing, I could tell it was expensive and high quality. A large messenger bag hung at his side and out of it spilled an array of cords and wires. He had an elegant build and an even madami elegant posture to match. But, although his joyous expression seemed to be the humanized version of the tune I had just played, something about him emitted the feeling of a warrior, like he had seen madami than just his fair share of warfare. But none of that was what had threatened me. It was his eyes and his gracefully messy hair. Both his eyes and hair were orange, not the kahel that some red heads had, but kalabasa orange, the exact same shade as mine. It was as if someone had copy and pasted that specific shade of kahel onto the both of us. "But, no offence or anything," with every syllable he said, he found endless amounts of flowing movements to go along with them. His entire body moved when he talked, especially his arms and hands "You look a little young to be a ghost. Young and chipper. Like, my age young, that is. Like not eleven or twelve or anything, but like a sixteen-seventeen young. And you look pretty solid," he poked my shoulder, "Yeah, you're solid. And I always thought that I was the only person that still visits this asylum; the only one insane enough to come here! Well, insane enough and alive enough, since everyone who ever came here back in its not-so-glorious araw is dead. So, who are you and what brings you here to my rotten domain?" My head was spinning. How much could that guy talk? Was he being serious about the ghost thing or joking? I couldn't tell which. Why was his hair and eyes the same color as mine? My mind was piled with tanong that I was too afraid to ask. "Uh… I'm-" "And you speak! You are alive, then. Ah, sorry, go on." I glared at him in response to his interruption, but I really hoped that he would interrupt again. I didn't want to introduce myself. Not only was he starting to freak me out a little, but also I hated my name, and I hated introducing myself to much of anyone. When he didn't interrupt again- which I couldn't tell if I thought it fortunate or unfortunate- I had to. "I'm Dulcina. Dulcina Kelly." Once again, my name got an expected reaction. The boy's eyes widened and his mouth dropped a bit in shock and awe at my weird name. But the look went away quickly and he smiled. "Dulcina, you say? I like it. Has a nice ring to it, too. And it's fun to say! Dulcina, Dulcina, Dulcina! Ha! I could keep this up for hours! But I won't. Ah, how rude of me! I didn't introduce myself! I'm Dante Knoll, and it is a pleasure to be meeting you this fine October afternoon! I haven't seen the likes of you in our quaint little town before. If I had, I would've remembered! Are you new?" I rolled my eyes. "No, you're wrong. I'm old. You forgot me after all." I sinabi sarcastically. He howled with laugher. "You're too funny! It's clear we're going to get along." Yeah right, like that would ever happen, I thought, but instead I said, "You're too kind." And that caused another round of laughter from Dante. "I guess it would make me even kinder if I were to ipakita you around town, am I right? I imagine that you like ice cream, right?" "I-" "Then come on!" He said, grabbing my arm and dragging me down the stairs and out of the asylum, and once we reached the forsaken dirt path I had been on before he let go. He pointed through the thin line of autumn colored trees to the town below the flattened burol we stood upon. "Driscoll- that's the name of the town in case you weren't paying any attention when you moved in- was founded in 1802 sa pamamagitan ng a bunch of immigrants from somewhere in Europe, and it hasn't changed much since then! The roads are still brick and barely anyone has a car and they use bikes instead. It's all pretty much located in this one little valley-ish thing in the middle of all these hills, as you can most obviously see, but there's some places in the hills, like the 'outskirts' I guess you could say, like the asylum we were just in, for example. Like where we are now. There are a lot of little businesses here, too, which is also fairly noticeable. Not anything like chain restaurants or supermarkets, but local, small businesses owned sa pamamagitan ng nice people with a decent amount of reason and sanity in them instead of big headed CEO's and executives and stuff. Like the Ice Cream Shack, which is where we're going!" Before I could say anything, he grabbed my arm again and dragged me further down the path in the opposite direction I had been wanting to go in before until we came to the slope where the burol ended and you got into town. We made several turns down ally ways and even a yard or two. What Dante had sinabi was true, the town really hadn't changed since it's founding. The roads were still brick, and all of the people I saw were either on bikes or were walking. The buildings were also very old; they were all multi-storied with chimneys, several of them were brick, but the majority of them were sided and had a very colonial feel about them; complete with old fashioned columns and shutters. And based on what I had seen sa pamamagitan ng looking into windows, people never bothered to update the interiors of their houses, either. The streetlights were makaluma with three bulbs and glass round casing around them. It almost looked like a posh, upper-class neighborhood, even though I had a feeling that Driscoll didn't classify as a town with a bunch of overly rich people with yachts and private jets. After a little while longer of running, we came to a stop at a tindahan with a sign overhead that read "Ice Cream Shack- Open taon round!" It really was just a little shack with just enough room inside for the employees to store the ice cream, dish it out, and serve it. There was nothing madami to the building than the wooden and unpainted walls, matching slanted roof, and a cut out with a counter. Behind the counter was a tan platinum-blond boy with small but bright blue eyes and a square-ish face accompanied sa pamamagitan ng a beautiful doll faced pale girl with mansanas red curls and huge Esmeralda green eyes. They were wearing electric blue polo shirts with a yellow emblem that sinabi "Ice Cream Shack", covered partially sa pamamagitan ng kaki aprons. Both of them looked around my age. As we walked up to the counter, they took one look and Dante and went to work fixing up an order I hadn't heard. I must have had a confused look on my face because Dante gave me a look and said, "They know me. I'm a regular here. Aren't I, Aiva? Cassius?" The girl, who I guessed must have been Aiva considering the feminine sound to the name, held out two kahel colored ice cream cones while Cassius put the money in the register. She spoke first. "Why yes, you are quite the frequent customer. One of our absolute favorites as well." "And the one who contributes the most profits a day," Cassius added quickly with a smirk, "How many times do you come here an hour, anyway?" Dante let out a small chuckle. "I'd say about sixty times. Once for each time I finish up a cone and come back for another!" Cassius and Aiva both let out chuckles identical to Dante's in agreement. I guessed that the three of them must have been friends, not that I was an expert on friendship. No regular at any business gets that sort of treatment no matter how often they come along. And if he were about that much of a regular, they would have had to build up some sort of friendship, anyway. The two teens finished up serving the ice cream and Dante took the cones and handed one to me. I must have looked confused again, because Dante explained, "It's kalabasa flavored! It's the best kind of ice cream ever! Have you had it before?" "Actually, I've never had ice cream before," I sinabi with a wave of sudden embarrassment. When Dante reflected and amplified my embarrassment with a look of surprise and utter shock, I added, "My dad is a total health nut. If even a half a molecule goes near my mouth, I'm grounded until hell freezes over." "And you've never secretly had any sugar? Ever?" He sounded genuinely shocked at first, but gentled his tone when he added, "Not even something as sweet and decedent as ice cream?" "I'm about to, aren't I?" I took a huge bite out of my ice cream and was greeted immediately with a sweet rush of perfectly blended flavors and textures. It was a sweet, icy wonderland of joy. I had never tasted anything like it before, but yet it tasted so familiar. "See? I told you it's the best!" sinabi Dante. "Isn't it amazing?" At that, he lightly put his free hand on my shoulder. I cringed a little and tried to shrug him away. I wasn't used to people other than my brother giving me even the slightest poke, much less touching me on my shoulder. He must have noticed that I felt uncomfortable because he took his hand away. "Think you'll be able to sneak this one past your dad?" Slowly, I nodded. "Y-yeah. I th-think so. Probably." I was shocked my tone of voice. I sounded timid, and I rarely if ever, stuttered. I only prayed that Dante wouldn't say anything about it. "There's, uh, n-no way my d-dad could notice."
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... @Holy Sword: ......... O... M... Q... G... AWESOME!!! XD
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FOOL! My dad's request reigned around my guilty consciousness like a storm of nails. I had meant to go out for a short stroll, a promenade around the block and nothing more, but it was my segundo araw in this unfamiliar territory; getting Nawawala was an outcome that I should have been able to predict. I had promised Dad and my older brother that I would be tahanan sa pamamagitan ng dinner, sa pamamagitan ng nine o'clock, but I was going to be terribly late. It was nothing to be left surprising, I had a horrible habit of arriving several hours past late for as long as I could remember, but keeping a curfew was far from my only problem. The setting and the scenes around me became madami unfamiliar with every turn I took, and all the madami uncomfortable. The dull streetlights hung around me, bathing my bold kahel hair in spotlights like a threat. There were buildings around me, each of them echos of a past that people no longer bothered to tend to. Cracked and broken windows decorated crumbling walls with hopelessness and despair, and brown damo long past dead cried out to feel the halik of pag-ibig and life again. Garbage and trash lined the pavement without purpose, forsaken without the hope of being needed again. A smell like death loomed over the place, and with a sudden jolt I felt eyes fall on me. I had been spotted. Without so much as a segundo to think, my flight-or-flight instinct decided what to do. The decision was flight. I hurried my pace to a jog at first, and unfamiliar footsteps out of time with my own movements confirmed that my life was in a perilous position. With that realization, I broke in to a full speed run. I had always been regarded as a fast runner, I broke record after record at my old school until the only name on the leader board was my own, so I was very confident that I could outrun my follower. I took turn after turn, leaping over lifeless debris rather than waste the time it took to dodge such meaninglessness. I was lightning against a hectic stormscape, running much faster than I had ever imagined possible. Although the speed was taking a toll on me, I kept up the pace as best I could until I could no longer hear any footsteps other than my own.
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wantadog said:
Pshh!! This is excalibur and it's owner!!!
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FOOL! Once upon a time in a land far, far away, there lived a powerful and mighty king with extraordinary magical- Oh, good heavens, no! There is absolutely no way that I am actually going to start off like that. How silly, how cliche! Besides, that's merely a fluffed up lie, a fairytale sa pamamagitan ng any standard. This is no story about a mighty king, nor did it happen "far far away". No no no, the story in tanong is very different indeed. The man in tanong wasn't a man at all, nor was he a king. He was a boy, actually, a common orphaned boy who had to make do with what he had. Arthur, his name was. Anyway, Arthur lived alone in a small house, not even so much a house as much as a shack, and even for a boy his age he was small and very frail. Arthur was unable to do much around the house or outside for that matter, and he lived quite a lonely life without much to do. Night after night, Arthur prayed for a change in his life, something different than the everyday solitude he had always known. He wished and wished for a change, until one day, there was a knock on the door. Arthur leapt from his upuan on the floor in shock as he never had any visitors. With excitement, he made his way to greet the stranger at the door and in turn was greeted sa pamamagitan ng a cloaked man with a long white beard. Before Arthur could say anything, the stranger spoke, his voice old and wise. "I am Merlin, a wizard from a vast land called Putnam," he sinabi so strongly that the very ground seemed to shake, "there is a great war dividing the land of Putnam. I have come here looking for a mighty man sa pamamagitan ng the name of Arthur. Do you know where I might find a man sa pamamagitan ng that name?" Arthur was trembling, so badly that he couldn't even attempt to hide it. "Well, I... uh... I... I'm Arthur, sir..." The wizard gave Arthur a skeptical look, but soon changed to a smile and turned the other way. "Is that so?" He said, "then come with me." Without hesitation Arthur followed Merlin across many lands for several days. It was madami than Arthur had traveled in his life, and he was almost certain that his legs would collapse under his own weight when they reached their destination. Merlin explained that the land of Putnam had been divided in half sa pamamagitan ng a war between the North and South, and only the great chosen hero Arthur could save them. Arthur must call forth one of the two Deities of the Earth, and whichever arose would decide who won over the land of Putnam, the North or the South. All of the folk of Putnam, both of low and high status, found themselves at the center of Putnam that day, eager to see who would arise from the ground. Arthur's task was simple. He must communicate with the Deities of the Earth sa pamamagitan ng pulling The Sword of the Gods from the ground, and allow for his puso to decide who to summon. Would it be the cougar Caelestis who cheered for the North, or the eagle Excalibur, who favored the South? The people of Putnam had faith in Arthur to choose their favored side, but Arthur himself was feeling quite uncertain. Though he prayed for a change, Arthur knew nothing of these lands, or of which side he should pick. But, after quite some time of the crowd cheering him on, he pulled the sword from the ground without making any real decision. There was a crash like thunder, and both the ground and the skies began to quake. The great Caelestis came darting in as the Northern onlookers cheered about, and the mighty Excalibur soared through the skies as those of the South gawked and awed. Then suddenly, everyone realized that nobody had won. Not yet. They all ran to the sides as Caelestis and Excalibur fought over the lands. The battle took ages, maybe months, maybe years. But in the end, it was Arthur who spoke up and decieded. "You fools!" he yelled loud, for he had become quite strong over the course of time, "Why don't you just share the land?" So both Caelestis and Excalibur agreed that sharing the lands was a fantastic idea indeed. The cougar Caelestis took the North half while the eagle Excalibur to the Southern portion. Merlin moved to the North and started a school, while Arthur moved to the South and did the same. Arthur shared power over South Putnam with the eagle Excalibur, and Merlin gave much credit to the cougar Caeleists. When Excalibur and Caeleists passed away thousands of years later, each of the school memorialized them with sports team in their honor. And to this araw it is still sinabi that North and South Putnam are rivals still, refusing to forget the battles of old.
FOOL.....that's it really.
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luv_warriorcatz said:
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FOOL! I woke up to my alarm that morning at 8:18 precisely. Despite the beginning of the weekend, I woke up at that time on the dot as usual. Perfect. I crawled my way out of the left side of the bed, I had crawled out of the right the araw before so I had to make it even, and made my kama as I made quick work of cleaning my room. Perfect. As usual, I made my way to the bathroom to brush my teeth. But quickly I realized that there was a dot of toothpaste the size of a dime on the right side of the sink, but not one on the left. There is only one possible culprit. "Soul!" I yelled at the tuktok of my lungs, searching the house for my roommate. Of course, I found him in the living room, relaxed and reclining to the jazz music sounding from the computer in front of him. "Yelling across the house isn't cool, Kid. Not even a little bit cool," he sinabi as he slowly turned from the computer screen and looked at me, "What did I do this time?" I pointed in the direction of the bathroom with several stamps of my left foot. "Do you not remember me specifically asking you to clean the bathroom sink when you're done brushing your teeth?! There's a drop of toothpaste on the right side of the sink and not on the left and I know that it was you!" Soul let out a sigh. "Relax, Kid. It's just toothpaste. Besides, since you're the one that's so worried about it, why don't you go clean it up yourself? Makes a lot of sense don't you-" In midsentence, Soul turned his attention back to the computer screen with a look of displeasure. "I hate this song." I listened to the tune madami closely and realized that it was my paborito song. Soul adjusted the mouse in his hands with clear intent to change it. "No, don't!" I sinabi with a surprising amount of urgency as I leapt across the floor for the mouse before he could change it. "That's my paborito song, Soul, and you never let me listen to it!" Despite my protest, he changed the song with a click of his mouse. "Well, I can't stand that song that song, but I pag-ibig the one that comes after it, and I'm the one sitting at the computer. My choice." Frustrated, I changed the song back, and Soul retaliated sa pamamagitan ng changing it again. We argued back and forth about it for a while, until eventually, the entire computer froze. "Oh, look at what you did now, Kid," Soul said, "The computer is frozen!" "It might unfreeze if we wait long enough," I suggested. "We are not doing that. This stupid song is stuck on loop and my ears will bleed if I have to listen to it any longer. Besides, the cursor is stuck on one side of the computer and not on the other and I'll never hear the end of it as long as the computer is frozen, and who knows how long that could be? Let's just unplug the computer and plug it back in. It'll unfreeze and we won't have to wait." "Unplanned shut downs can damage a computer. We could-" Behind us, the computer screen started freaking out. It blacked out, and multi-colored lines like lightning bolts appeared on the screen out of time with the music. "Great," Soul sinabi with an irritated sigh, "Now it really is broken! What are we going to do?" I bit my lip. "We could call someone in…" "That costs money. Money that we don't have." "Not if it's someone that we know who will do it for free." "Yeah, right, and who do we know that will- Wait, no, please don't tell me that you're thinking of that creepy professor." I walked over to the phone on the side table. "Soul," I said, picking up the phone from the receiver , "Do you know Stein's number?" Several minutos later, there was a knock on the front door. Soul and I went to open it, and there was a quick flash as someone rolled in on a mesa chair and fell over in it. "So!" Our creepy friend sinabi from his place on the floor, "What do you kids need? I hope it's help with a dissection lab!" Soul hit his palm against his face and I let out a sigh. "No, Professor Stein, not quite. Our computer is broken, and we don't know how to fix it. Do you think you could give us a hand?" Stein got up from the floor and picked his rolling chair up on the floor, sat down on it, and rolled through the hallway on it. He went in to our living room and took his place in front of the computer and got to work. In a matter of minutes, he had the computer fixed. "Thanks, Professor," Soul sinabi with relief, "We were about to go crazy because of that thing." Stein gave us a smile, a bit of a creepy smile I might add, and rolled away from the computer with great velocity. "Haha, it's no trouble. Anything else you need, just call-" Before he could finish, he rolled too far towards the pader and crashed through the window, breaking it. "Uh, I'll pay for that." He sinabi as he wheeled away from our house. We may have gotten our computer fixed, but our window was broken. Maybe calling Stein in wasn't a good decision after all.
@luv: FOOL! Of course he was! Do you not see him ranting his story to you right now?!
ssook78 said:
uhhhh i think you were having a night mare wait let me cheack wait nvm XD
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FOOL!A brick is purposefully made. It is made to conform to certain measurements. It is made to look exactly like the nakaraan brick and the brick to follow. A brick is designed to be so much alike that you can interchange them and no one will know the difference. Men make bricks to a specific size, color, texture and design. He gathers the clay, forms the mold, dries the clay and fires the brick. The brick must fit into his plan. If you are like a brick, you allow men to shape your attitudes, your thoughts and ideas. You follow along and try to fit in. You conform to the masses. You just want to blend in and fit with those around you. You follow the fads and latest crazes. You know and wear the most kamakailan fashion hit. You sit in a room full of people and lunok whatever is heard without tasting it. A rock is God made. You would be hard pressed to find two identical rocks. The colors, textures, sizes and shapes are all unique. When you work with rocks, you plan your disensyo around the rock. A rock pader is made sa pamamagitan ng placing distinctive rocks in just the right places to form a strong barrier. Each rock holds its own space. The disensyo happens naturally when the rocks come together. If you take a granite rock from a mountain side and slice it, each slice will be unique. There will be changes that rank from subtle to extra ordinary. If you are a rock, you celebrate your gifts and talents God has ibingiay you. You understand there is no one like you. It is OK for you to stand out in a crowd. You don't blend in. You aren't afraid to dress differently, speak differently, or act differently. You know your value as an individual. You don't compare yourselves to others. You don't allow men's opinions and statements such as "you can't do that" "you're too young", "it's never been done before" to sway your determination. You are comfortable to the point of enjoying your exclusivity. You know that your distinctiveness come from the One who created you. You value the time and talents that God invested into you. It's time for you to leave the brick yard, break out of the mold and allow the Rock who gave you life to ipakita himself in you and through you.
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BeastBoyCahill said:
Yeah, baby!
This guy is seriously awesome... Whoever is RPing him is not only doing a great job portraying his character flawlessly but also typing up all those long stories... I wonder who he/she is and how he/she does it!!
Okay, oh great Holy Sword, I'm ready for your comment.
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FOOL! It was rather peculiar, that twilight. Not such an obvious sort of peculiar, I suppose, rather the sort of odd feeling that you can't quite place. A rather eerie sort of feeling indeed. There was nothing particularly odd about that twilight, in fact, it was rather mundane for these parts. The house was absent of any presence aside from my black cat and myself, the place as silent as death, which was not at all abnormal. The sky was its frequent crimson shade and the yellow moon shown dimly, casting its black shadows as it did every evening, my spacious window made me madami than aware of this. However, the ordinary twilight was not quite enough to shake my strange feeling. Perhaps I had just gone mad, mad from this place. It was a rather strange place, different than those I remembered from my childhood. The same red skies and the same yellow moon, black trees and red grass. Or perhaps it was my tahanan that had driven me mad. It was a wide and spacious place. An old abandoned castle; that was just what it was. Several stories of empty rooms and forsaken halls, all for no one but my cat and me. Why, enough of this could- Almost spontaneously, Marjory stood from her place on the stairs beside me and hissed at the door. Not madami than a mere segundo later, there was a knock. Frightened, I stifled a scream with my hand. Visitors were of rare sorts here. For miles, no other soul was present. Not one. A visitor…? Another knock sounded and I was left with no choice. With most reluctance, I walked down the stairs and to the doors. The doors made a creak from years of neglect, but they did open. And before my eyes was a man. A handsome sort of a man indeed. His hair as black as night, long, an absolute wild mess. His skin as pale as ivory, and even in the shadows of the moonlight, it had a glow. He wore a heavy black traveler's cloak, the kind that I hadn't seen since my father's death ten years pass. And over his shoulder was a bag, an odd bag that squirmed. But the strangest thing about him was his eyes. Blue, bright and vivid. Haunting. Almost as if he could peer into your soul. Beautiful, haunting, and mysterious. Alluring, even. "What brings you here?" I demanded, "Just who are you?" With a quite charming smile, he answered me calmly, his voice as smooth and calming and a gentle breeze. "My apologies, miss. My name is Hartnell. Winston Hartnell. I have been travelling for nearly two fortnight's pass, and I'm afraid I've grown quite weary and cannot travel any longer. I came across this place, and came merely to ask for a short rest. Please, may I stay a while? It shall be a short visit, I promise you, no madami than a single day." I did not answer him immediately. Few people dared to venture here. Could this man really have come here just for a night's rest? "Many apologies, miss," he sinabi when I did not answer, "I did not mean to intrude. If you wish me not to stay here, then so be it." He turned, but most suddenly I reached out for him to grab the hood of his cloak. "You are welcome to stay the night, Mr. Hartnell," I sinabi without expectation or explanation, "I will not turn away one who needs help." Without another moment of hesitation, he turned back to me. And though his face did not plainly ipakita it, his eyes spoke relief. "Thank you, miss," He took my hand to shake it, "Thank you so very much." Without any sort of reluctance, Mr. Hartnell rushed inside and was quickly astounded sa pamamagitan ng what he saw, sa pamamagitan ng the looks of it. He stared endlessly at his surroundings, almost as if we hadn't expected such things to lie in an abandoned castle. "My word," he said, "I've never seen such a place. So very open, large, beautiful! Tell me Miss… Miss… I'm afraid I never caught your name." "Vivian," I said, closing the door with an almost melodic thud, "Vivian Driscoll." "Ah, yes, well, Miss Driscoll, how many people do you accommodate here? Surely there must be dozens." "Oh, no. I'm afraid my cat Marjory and I are the only ones here. Not a soul in the world dares to come near this place," I said. He gave me a questioning glance as he climbed up the stairs, "A cat, you say?" He asked, "How appropriate! I have a cat myself." Eagerly he took the squirming bag from his shoulder and opened it, reaching inside. A man travelling with his cat? How strange! How silly! Certainly he mustn't have a cat with him! But alas, as he took a sleek black tom cat from his satchel, it was certain that he did. "I couldn't have just leave him," Mr. Hartnell said, petting his cat, "But he wouldn't have come with me willingly. He's been in my maletin the whole trip." My jaw dropped at what he had said. Carrying a cat for two fortnights in a satchel? And to think that I was starting to wonder if I had gone mad merely a minuto ago! "Are you mad?" I said- perhaps yelled- as I approached him on the stairs, nearly stepping on Marjory, "Travelling with you cat in a satchel? My word! I've never heard of such things!" "I couldn't have just left him," he repeated, "I've had him since my childhood. He's been my sole companion for such a long while that I could not bare without him. Surely you must feel something of the sort with your Marjory, correct?" He gave me a glance with his piercing eyes. He was not merely looking at me, he was pagbaba me. Or so it seemed. "Ah, my apologies. It was wrong of me to make assumptions."
Ah... I see! A very interesting story, Excalibur!
Moosick said:
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FOOL! "Hey, Dahlia," my twin sister Grace said, holding up a bright kulay-rosas sando "what about this one? Guys will be tripping over their own feet for you if you wore this!" I groaned. Why was Grace so obssesed with pink? Not only was the sando pink, but it was cut low, too, and really ugly. And not the way we needed to be making ourselves look at our new school. Honestly, I didn't think that Grace and I were related, we acted so different. "It looks like it needs a pair of hooker boots to go with it," I said. Grace scoffed. "Its really hard to tindahan with you, after that coma of yours, you know." I rolled my eyes. A little over a taon before, I had fallen into a coma and had gotten a slight case of amnesia. I knew who I was, my personal info such as my hair color, birthday, eyecolor, and paborito holiday, which is Halloween, that so happened to be my birthday. Grace told me that before my coma, I was just like her. Flirty, to put it nicely. Obviously, that's not the way I was anymore. Not only had I changed in personality, but I had the strange feeling that someone was, or should be, looking for me. At first, I thought that it was scary, like a stalker that you knew was there, but couldn't see. But then, it began to comfort me, and I felt as though I were loved enough to be searched for. I didn't tell anyone, afraid they might think I was crazy and put me in the asylum, and also because I knew that they'd probably call the police to paghahanap for my "stalker", and it would be nothing and we'd be fined for prank calling. Despite the coma, however, I managed to keep my knowledge of things taught in school, and life lessons, and I was accually too advanced in science for my school, so I had to ilipat to a new one. That's why Grace and I were shopping for new clothes, to make an impression on the people in our new school, which we were going to start going to in a day. Why Grace picked the last minuto to go shopping, I'll never know, but I did know one thing; Grace was going to get a ton of trouble the first araw dressed like that. Grace sighed "Why did Mom and Dad make us go to this school, anyway? Don't they have that 'distorying science exlamitories' class at our old school?" I slapped my forehead. "Its 'exploring science discovery' , Grace, and no, our old school didn't have it. This is the only school in the country that has that class." Grace shrugged and went back to searching through the clothes for something kulay-rosas again. I shook my head. Grace was such an airhead, and all this time it was blondes that had earned that reputation. I never did think that hair color had anything to do with it, and Grace proved the point that brunettes aren't always smart. I didn't have a to worry about that kind of stuff, though. My hair was orange. kahel with black highlights, actually. Naturally, too, and I don't mean like how some redheads have orange-ish hair. This hair was really orange, like my eyes. Peculiar, yes, but natural. As natural as my long, piano playing fingers. I loved the piano and loved to play it, but I really loved the pipe organ. I couldn't play, but for some reason the pipe organ had a familiar, comforting sound to it that I just couldn't explain, as if I had heard it everyday for my entire life. Not that I could remember, but that's just the way it was. Grace gave a joyful, excited scream from susunod to me. "This sando is so cute! I have to buy it!" I looked at the shirt. It was pink, surprise surprise, and buttoned up the front to about the end of the bust. It looked decent, as in unrevealing, but I had a feeling that grace would "forget" to button it up enough. I jumped up from my seat, almost tripping over my dress. "Are you done finally?" I asked her, a little inpatiance in my voice. Grace turned tward the shoes. "I need some shoes to go with it…" she said. I goaned. Grace was worse with the shoes than the shirts, and she'd want a matching pitaka and a new skirt, too, which were even worse than the shoes. We were going to be in there a long time. *** One eternity later (five hours), we finally left the mall. I hadn't bought anything, I'd probably end up wearing a Halloween costume to school, anyway. Not a witch costume or anything like that, but something that actually looked and felt like everyday clothing. I wouldn't worry about it that night, though. I'd pick it out in the morning. I went up to my room and flopped on my bed. I had just gotten my Halloween decorations put up, aparador ng mga aklat moved in and stocked with books, room painted kahel with black trim, black floor-length curtains put up, and my portible keyboard put in. My cat, Eve, was sitting on my keyboard sleeping. Cats, I thought and giggled. As much as I disliked it, I walked over to her cat dish and filled it up and emptied out her litter box. Afterward, I sprayed my room with an autumn-sented air freshiner. Smells like fall, I thought, which was already here. Well, the season, at least. It was mid-October, October Tenth to be exact, and the leaves were gold, orange, red, and brown. I opened my curtains and peered out my window. It was night, and I couldn't see the crisp mga kulay of the trees outside, but I looked anyway. I knew they were there nonetheless. Even just thinking about them gave me a sense of comfort and a sensse of home, although I accually didn't have many autumn-colored trees at my old house. I wondered if I lived near some before my coma? That, obviously, I'd never know. Or will I? I dismissed the thought immediately. I had amnesia and I wasn't going to get my memory back even if I plunged to my death from a four-hundred-fifty foot cliff, hoping that the adrenaline would start pumping and get my brain working correctly. The truth was, the door to my memories had been locked, and the key inside. Gone forever. But maybe, if what Grace sinabi was true, maybe it was best left forgotten. Perhaps my amnesia had been some sort of weird blessing, or a gift of some sort I had asked for in a dream once or something. Maybe I even gave it to myself, maybe I crashed my head into something on purpose. But then again, my amnesia probly was just that. Amnesia. I walked over to my trunk that was filled with all my Halloween costumes. I opened it up and dug through it. There was a certain costume I wanted to make sure I had. It was a floor-length, black gagamba web dress with a pair of matching gauntlets and a parasol. I pulled several costumes until I found my gagamba web one. I gasped in disbelief. There was a big rip down the side, as if it had been slashed through with a knife. I traced the cut with my finger and new that it wasn't Eve. A cat scratch would have madami pieces hanging down and not just one, clean tear. It was impossible,though. My trunk had a lock on it, and the moving people wouldn't bother looking into it, would they? Even if they did, why would they have a knife, and why would they want to cut my dress? I didn't do anything to them, did I? I knelt over my trunk with the dress in my hands, like someone who had just Nawawala a loved one, which was somewhat correct. I had loved that dress, it was my favorite. Of course, I could sew it back up to where it was unnoticable, but it wouldn't be the same. I would never be able to fix it back to the way it was. Although my fingers were good with sewing, they were better with piano. At least my magsuot ng bata is okay, I thought as I folded up the dress and put it back in my trunk. I'd just have to find something different to wear to school, and it'd probably be an everyday, normal person outfit. Well, almost. If a black skirt, kahel peasent blouse, and black doll shoes counted as normal. Well, maybe that sort of did, except for the fact that I'd be wearing a black chocker with a jack-o-lantern with it. And a bat braclelet. And black cat earings. And I'd paint my nails kahel and black. Yeah, not so normal anymore. I walked over to my window again. I needed the fresh air to end my worry about the dress. I needed to go to sleep, too. It was going to be a long araw at school in the morning, and I was certainly not a morning person, but I lingered sa pamamagitan ng my window instead. The wind started to blow a bit, bringing a nice breeze into my room, blowing into my shoulder-length hair. I breathed in, expecting to smell the crisp autumn air, but I smelled something foul. It smelled somewhat like blood, but yet somewhat the smell I expected from the underworld. Before we moved, I would have dismissed it as the smell of the city, but now that we were in a small, tiny, smelless town, I began to think about the possibilities when the leaves on the ground rustled outside. I turned off my light quickly, closed my window, and closed the curtains. I left a little peep hole in between them, though, to see if anyone was out there. My eyes adjusted quickly, and I saw something that vaguely resembled a human in the bushes. I blinked and it was gone. Huh. My eyesight must not be so great. Or my ears, I thought. It was as good if a time than any, so I laid down on my bed, and fell asleep, escaping momentarily the fear that I had just experienced, and the anticipation of what was to come. Before I fell completely a sleep, however, I tried to think of happy thoughts, so possibably I could have a good dream. That didn't work very well. *** I was on a train. Well, a subway, actually, but it wasn't like I could really tell. There was only one window in the entire car, and it was so small that you were lucky if you could even catch a glimps of movement out of it. The light was yellow and dull, but it revealed the man across from me. He was asleep, and he looked as though he hadn't shaved in a while, and his clothes where dirty, but he looked well bathed. He had no dirt on his skin, and he looked well fed. Huh. Well, that not really something you see everyday, I thought. As soon as I did, the light lit up a little bit, ipinapakita me another passenger. He looked like a teenage, emo kid. His sando was black with gray-black horizontal stripes, he had a spiked jacket, snake bites, hair covering one eye, a pair of scuffed, high tuktok sneakers, and skinny jeans. He turned to look at me. His eyes were blacker than the blackest hole in the universe. His skin was rotting too, and his jaw only hanging on to his skull sa pamamagitan ng a piece of skin. I tried to be polite "Er, hello there," I said. He glared at me harshly and turned away once again. The light flickered once more. I tried to close my eyes so I wouldn't see anymore passengers, but they where glued open, as if the emo boy had stapled them with his dark-as-death glare. I glanced around, looking for help, but the only new thing I saw was a woman in a white, blood splattered dress holding a blood covered package tied up with veins in one hand, and a bloody kutsilyo in the other. Her eyes were pure white, but her face has streaming with blood, as if she where crying it. Her hair was a light blonde and kept in pigtails with two, blood covered white pigtails. She had puppet strings, too. And when I looked up, nobody was controlling them. She had a bloodied eye patch covering her left eye. She looked as though she had just gotten done with a murder. Oh goodness! I thought. I covered my nose; the smell of blood was coming off of her quiet strongly. Not that it really helped though, it still reeked of blood so much that I stifled a bit. The light lit up all the way, revealing the rest of the horrific passengers, with grim faces and horrendous features that could never be discribed. And they where all looking at me. And what was I supposed to do other than stare back? A man with a noose around his neck stepped pasulong in front of me. "Whats wrong, little girl?" his voice was gravely, and a little scary "Can't handle a little blood? You've gotten on the wrong train if that's your problem!" I held my nose tighter. He reeked, too. Of rotting meet and poo. I bent over a bit sideways and shut my eyes, which weren't glued open any longer. I had no desire to smell or see any passengers. This can't be happening. This just can't be happening! I thought, hoping it would all just go away. The noose man scoffed. "Come on, guys. Let's ipakita her what it's like on the Dark Train!" At that, all of the passengers, including the homeless man who had been sleeping, slowly shuffled toward me. There was nothing I could do but scream, but that certainly didn't stop the mob from moving closer and closer to me. I felt them all pulling me out of my seat, trying to lift me up. For what reason, I didn't know, but I sure didn't want to find out, but I knew I was going to. They jolted me upward, braking the lightbulb, which made it completely dark, except for the slight glowing of a starting fire. I'm going to die! I though I'm going to die on some, dark, smelly subway because of some…undead creatures! The man with the noose shouted "The girl has started a fire! She's tryin' to kill us!" I wanted to tell him that it was his own fault for lifting me up in the air like that, but when I opened my mouth to speak, the only thing that came out was a squeek that was quieter than the slight ringing of a dog whistle. "What'd ya say we do wit' 'er?" another man spoke. I couldn't see him, or anyone else, through the fire-lit darkness, but I could still feel their cold, harsh stares on me. I was afraid of what the noose-man might say, knowing it would be dreadful. Terrified, I let out another squeek. That, of course, didn't help the situation any. The mob of the undead was hooting and holloring, waiting for the man to speak. I was sweating like crazy, and also waiting to hear my fate. I breathed quickly and began to hypervenalate. I knew that I was going to die, even if I was left in the subway, I'd burn, and there was no telling what kind of doom lay ahead of me. The only thing I could hope for was an unpainful, easy, quick demise. The man cleared his throat, which must have been quite painful with that tight nose, that is , if he could feel pain. "Heave 'er outta the train!" He shouted, "Castigate 'er for embarking the wrong trip!" The mob gave a jovial shout and commenced in heading to the emergency door of the car. Please no, I thought Please, let me live. I did nothing to deserve this! But no matter how much I thought it, the horde certainly didn't hear and wouldn't sojourn their newfound duty to slay me. The odor of the ongoing blaze was starting to make me lightheaded, as if I had breathed in much of the smoke. Death was near to me, I could tell, and there was certainly no chance that I would make it out of this so called "Dark Train" alive, not ever. In addition, I had am outlandish thought that if I faced death on this train, I'd sumali the masses of the undead. The flock opened up the door, where it was night outside, and I could see easily that it was not a subway, but just a train going through a very dark part of the world. I tightly shut my eyes. This is the end, I thought. My existence is falling to ruins. The inferno had crept on me steadily, nearer than anything in my life. Everything ends. The crowd was about to toss me. Nothing lasts forever. I began to cry. There is no escape. The blood-covered girl held her kutsilyo to my neck. I'm going to die! Unexpectedly, the train slowed to a stop. The swarm seemed to glance around from place to place from what I couldn't see, and they had all paused in massacuring me. I looked where they seemed to be looking, which was the door to the engineer's station. It had previously been dark with no trace of light whatsoever, but now it seemed blindingly bright, as if the sun itself lay behind. The door opened, and out stepped an uncoutable number of people. Well, their silhouettes. One of them, who seemed to be the leader, pulled out a long blade, whiched looked somewhat like a katana, and the others fallowed his movements. "You put her down now," the leader said, his voice had a familiar ring to it, like I had heard it all the time at some point. His voice was strong, too, as if he was unbothered sa pamamagitan ng the flames or the undead. A certain, comfortable warmth. The bloodied woman help her kutsilyo out to the leader of the rival group as a threat. Not that they where bothered sa pamamagitan ng it, they all pointed their blades at her. She was outnumbered sa pamamagitan ng far, and no one in the undead had weapons except for her. The woman cackled. "You really think you can distroy the-" She never got to finish that sentence, because the living had cut her head off in one, matulin movement. Like an army of samurai. I was dropped, the upper part of my back and everything above it over the side of the train, about to fall. And then the fight between the living and the undead began fiercely. I could hear the leader of the living calling to the members of his group, but he nor anybody else didn't seem to notice that I was about ready to plummet to my dearh or that he was about ready tp be burnt to a deadly crisp. I was going to yell for help knowing that nobody had seen me when I saw the homless man walk right into the conductor's station. I didn't get the chance to wonder what he was doing before it happened. The train started to ilipat again. And off in the near distance, I could see a tunnel. And if the train kept going, I would hit it. And I would die. I tried to scream again, but I couldn't. I had breathed in some smoke and it had dried ou my throut, making me unable to speak, let alone scream. Even so much as breathing hurt me now. I tried getting up, but my legs were about as stable as jelly. My arms weren't of much use, either. I guessed it had to do with my fall, I had hit pretty hard. I needed something to distract me from the pain. For a minute, I listened to the battle of the living and undead. It sounded as though the living were losing, although they had not Nawawala a member from what I could see, but because the undead were, well, already dead, making it almost impossible to kill them again. But I kept hope in the living. None of them had been killed in this battle, and they had somehow defeated some of the undead, not a lot but some of them were dead once more, so I wanted to think that they would eventualy triumph. But hope was running thin; the apoy was about to ingulf them. I looked around dispite my stinging eyes and got a look at the leader of the living's silhouette, and if his bista sa tagiliran was as half as striking as the rest of him was, then he had to be the best looking person ever known to mankind. From the looks of it, he was tall and had the build of a fighter, except he was much madami elegantly sized than any guy I'd seen. And he didn't quite fight like a ruthless warrior, either. His movement, though accurate, had been done with swift, classy strokes. Who is this guy? I thought. I think I know him from somewhere. Yes, his body frame was familiar, and I could almost see what the rest of him looked like in my mind. And I knew that fighting style, but I just couldn't pull out a memory of who he was and what signifigance he had, that amnesia could be very tricky at times, and something in the back of my mind told me to stay away and that he was not who I thought he was. But I was drawn out of my daze quickly as the apoy began to burn at my left leg. My pant leg was burning out of control, and my leg itself was burning like the sun. I tried to ilipat my leg, but I just couldn't, so then I tried to sit up a bit, but I felt like I was strapped down. But I wasn't even close to giving up hope. I let out a a slight scream, and to my pleasant surprise, I was able to let out madami than just a little one. The fighting stopped and a few of the people looked at me. I didn't look at them, but I looked out if the train car. The tunnel was coming closer and closer, and I would hit it soon if I wasn't saved in time. And suddenly I heard someone shout "Ut suus! Unus nos erant prex impetro! Is est in incendia! Adepto suus! Nos ero iuguolo si nos operor non!" Was it… Spanish? German? Dutch? Itailian? I didn't know, and I had madami important things to worry about. Like the apoy creeping up my leg and getting a little too near my vital organs than I'd like and the tunnel that was going to kill me. And also the new mob of the undead charging at me again. But they just weren't quick enough. The living were now picking hem up and tossing them into the fire. But that wasn't enough. The living where outnumbered still, and the undead kept crawling out of the fire. But it was stalling them, which a back part of my mind knew that was what was being intended. And that back part of my mind, took complete control of my body. I stood up, barely, just in time to be saved from the pader of the tunnel. I faced everyone else on the train and swooshed my hip to one side, crossing my arms defiantly. I took a step or two forward, moving into the middle of it all, feeling a peculiar power take over me, as if I could do anything, and sang a strange song. "Pro totus illorum quisnam obviam ire mihi, Ego addo terminus vobis, Vos mos nunquam respiro, Vos mos nunquam animadverto lumen, quod via vos offendo vereor nobis, vadum exsisto haud magis!" After I sinabi it, I had collapsed upon the floor once again, the back part of my mind drawing back, and right as soon as an kahel haze over took the train, and an explosion much like a bomb errupted, blinding me. I heard screams of pain, defeat, and death. A dramatic ending of my voyage on the so called "Dark Train", but something told me that I wasn't about to die, and neather where the living passengers, and that the undead were the only ones dissapearing. And as quickly as it had come, the blinding light had faded away, allowing me to see once more. The first thing a noticed, however, was that I was being held sa pamamagitan ng someone, a man. "Ego coniecto Ego have instituo vos , Nex," he said, and I recognized his voice that of the one who had been leading "Nos must secui pro iam, tamen nos vadum opportunus ocius quam vos reputo," he let out a small sigh, "Ego teneo vos mos non agnosco meus lacuna, tamen Ego diligo vos. Usquequaque memor ut." Once again, I wondered what was being said, and what language, but again I had no time to worry. I didn't need to, actually. That other part of my mind was taking me over again, and I sinabi to him, "Ego teneo. Quod Volo vos ut memor, ut Ego diligo vos, quoque. Haud res quis Inquam laxus, Ego diligo vos. Haud res quis Ego operor, Ego diligo vos. Haud res quantus Ego mos denego is, Ego diligo vos. Haud res quantus Ego mos contemno vos, Ego mos diligo vos." To be honest, I didn't have a clue what I had said, but he did. "Vos es non tutus etiamnunc," he said, but this time I knew what the language was that everyone seemed to be speaking. Of all things, it had to be a dead language. Latin. *** I woke up on the floor, sweating, gasping for air, clutching the skin over my heart, my legs aching, eyes stinging, and throat sore, just as they had before. It was just a dream, I thought Just a dream clearing out my stress before school today. I remembered with shock. School. I forced myself up off the ground and over to my closet quickly, glancing past the outfit I had originally planned to wear and straight to an kahel pagong neck sando and a plain pair of black jeans. Yes, the jeans, if played up right, might have been worthy of a label such as emo, but with an kahel pagong neck, it could be nothing other than Halloween. Besides, the jeans were comfortable, and I had the strange lust to be comfortable. Possibly because I had hurt myself falling out of kama during my nightmare and I wanted every possible inch of my body to feel as if in luxury, but I assumed it was probably that and the fact that I was stressed about going to a new school. I ran a brush through my hair until all the knots where out, but the waves in my hair just would not seem to dissapear, as usual, so I ended up leaving it alone. Unlike Grace, I wasn't going to spend about seven hours trying to give myself a perm or adding volume or whatever else she did with her hair. I just didn't see the point. I stared into my full length mirror, something I only did when I needed some assurance from someone who I could accually trust. Yes, a strange person to trust, but I just couldn't trust my parents to give me the full truth, and certainly not Grace. I sighed at my reflection. "Just tough it out, okay? You'll be fine. Who knows? There might be some good looking guys- not the kinds Grace pick out, but actual people- and there may be some people like you there to make mga kaibigan with. If you don't have confidence, your fear will show, and you won't be starting off on the right foot," I told myself, and some strange way, I didn't quiet feel as though it was me who sinabi it, but I knew it was right nonetheless. I had to be confident. I had to pull out all of the class I could. Otherwise, I'd end up like the people I disliked. I straightened my back up, took in a deep breath and then let it out slow, stretched out my pianist fingers, and channeled my inner sophisticated lady. It wasn't that had, actually, if you knew how to do it right. I walked down to the first floor of our new tahanan and into the car. Right as I got in, I had the feeling that it was not going to be the best araw in my life sa pamamagitan ng any means. Chapter 2 I walked into the school feeling almost like a kindergardener on their very first araw of school, but I didn't ipakita it. I had conjnoured up every bit of elegance I could find, which was a surprising amount, and walked in with my head held high, keeping any and all emotions that could possibly ruin my araw inside. But yet I couldn't hide the truth from myself; I wasn't going to know anybody, and being as Halloween obsessed as I was, they were probably going to shun me. But Grace would make about five million new mga kaibigan to eat lunch with, and I'd be left all alone with no one to talk to. At least at my old school I had some people from science class to talk to, even though they weren't exactly my "friends". I walked right into my first oras class, English, Right as soon as the kampanilya rang. There weren't that many people in there, probably around twenty, and none of them were staring at me; not what I had anticipated, but a good thing nonetheless. It meant that I might be considered normal there. The teacher, who was Miss Kylin accourding to my schedule, looked up at me from some tests she was grading. Her eyes where silvery and held great wisdom in them, but something about that wisdom made me want to cringe and run away, but almost right after I had seen them, I noticed that she was nothing to fear. She was older, and her face was creased in many directions. She gave me a sweet, denture-filled, old lady smile. She stood up from her chair and faced the class and clapped her hands twice. "Class! Here is the new student I've been telling you about; Dahlia Lane," she announced "First things first, Dahlia, we need to find someone to help you find your way around school." She glanced around the classroom quickly before deciding. "Dante, let me see your schedule." Immediately a boy got up and handed Miss Kylin his schedule and I almost had a puso attack. It wasn't because he was ugly or anything. Accually, he was the best looking guy I'd seen sence I could remember. But yet that still wasn't the reason, either. His hair was the same color as mine; black and kahel and it looked completely natural. And his eyes were as kahel as mine, too. And there was something about him, his aura or something, that reminded me of myself. And not only that, but there seemed to be some instant connection between us, evem though I hadn't talked to him any. Miss Kylin glanced over his schedule and trned to me, extending an arm. "Let me see your schedule, Dahlia," she said. I handed it to her and she glanced it over quickly, then compared it to Dante's. She laid down the papers and sinabi "Alright, Dante, you have all your classes with Dahlia. I expect you to help her around the school, okay?" He nodded. "No problem," he said. His voice filled me with a warmth, but it was an eerie warmth. Great, I thought I'm going to have to spend the araw with a guy who looks like me. So much for being considered normal on my first day. "And Dahlia," Miss Kylin started "if he gives you any trouble, come straight to me and I'll take care of it, okay?" I nodded. Miss Kylin handed me an English textbook and I took my seat, which was unfortunaltly susunod to my new stalker named Dante. I signed my name into the front of my textbook and listened to Miss Kylin talk to the class. "Now, I know you children have this new obsession with this 'texting' and 'IM' craze that I don't understand," she sinabi "and you often don't capitalize your sentences or use puncuation, so this section, we are going to go over proper puncuation and…" *** segundo period, which was history, was madami boring than English. My teacher, Mr. Thompson, talked in a monotone, and was pagbaba everything he sinabi out of a book the whole time, making his voice muffled along with boring. It also smelled in that room. It was the old health room, and it smelled as though some of the things dissected in there hadn't left the room yet. And my new stalker didn't talk to me until we were on our way to third period. "Is kahel your paborito color or something?" he asked randomly. I looked at him for a few seconds, which was one of the easiest things I've ever done, and wondered why he would ask such a walang tiyak na layunin question. "Well, kahel and black, really. Why do you ask?" He shrugged. "You're just wearing a lot of orange, that's all." I just looked at him again and for the first time I noticed he was wearing a black suit with an kahel long-sleeved sando underneath and a pair of kahel gloves. A strange thing for a teenaged boy to wear to school, yes. But it looked really good on him. "Well, you have some room to talk," I sinabi sarcasticly, and he laughed like I had made a corny joke. "And you have a quick tounge," he said. "You know it! It won a marathon last week." He laughed again. "See what I mean?" I shook my head. "Nope. I'm blind." "No you're not!" "How would you know?" "I'm using your eyes right now." "Uh huh. Yeah that's so not defying the laws of science at all." "I know, right?" "Besides, you'd have to be delusional to see he kind of things I can see," I sinabi even madami sarcastaclly than before "I saw a bahaghari clover riding down a stairwayof clouds on a purple kabute the other day!" He gasped sarcasticlly "You saw that, too? Nobody believed me; they never believe us poor people who are forced to build castles in the sky just so we can have sand for breakfast." We both laughed. "Yeah, sand from Belgium tastes best. A real luxury item, I hear!" I said, about ready to fall down from laughing. "No it's the sand from Mercury that tastes the best!" "Do they even have sand on Mercury?" ` "Not in this galaxy, but in the galaxy of Fligerbarb they do!" "Fligerbarb?" He nodded. "Home of those twisty fries!" I laughed. "This conversation doesn't even make sense anymore!" I looked at his eyes, and he looked at mine, his eyes just overflowing with sparkles of playful micheviousness. "Did it ever?" he asked We both laughed in an agreement that the conversation was pointless, random, and a good way to make a new friend, whish I had a feeling that we both knew that was exactly what we had just done. "Come on," He sinabi "We need to ge to health now. Otherwise Fernando will count me late again." "Shouldn't that be Mr. Fernando or something like that?" He shrugged. "He wantsus to call him sa pamamagitan ng his first name. Something about equal rights and how most teachers think that they're superior to students because they're teachers. I don't know. Anyway, I think you'll like him. He's…original, for lack of a better word. I laughed. "That's a nice way to talk about your teachers." "Just stating facts, that's all." He turned to a purple door and walked inside. I fallowed him, and my nose was immediately greeted sa pamamagitan ng the strong smell of burning insences and candles. I could see all the candles burning, and there were purple tapestries and cloths hanging on the walls, and the windows were covered sa pamamagitan ng thick purple curtains that let in no light whatsoever. The only light in the entire room was coming from those candles, which let off enough light to write, but only enough so I could just barely see Dante in front of me, but somehow they let off enough light to be able to see the purple tapestries and curtains. "Uh, Dante," I said, "are you sure we're in the right classroom?" He chuckled. "I told you that Fernando is original." He took his upuan and pointed to the one susunod to him. "Your last name is Lane, right? You're going to sit right there. "Oh," I sinabi "Are we sitting in alphabetical order or…?" "We are," he replied "Didn't I tell you that my last name is Lake?" "Oh that makes sense now. I guess I should have known that our last names are close together, considering you sit sa pamamagitan ng me in every class we've had so far." "And all the ones to go later, too." "Oh, yeah, I guess you're right. I guess that's the reason Miss Kylin chose you too look after me, huh?" He nodded, but something wasn't quite right. He seemed gloomy now, like mentioning the fact that Miss Kylin had chosen him to take care of me had bothered him somehow. From what little I could see of his eyes in the weird lighting, they had been glazed over with almost-tears, as if he were going to cry, but was determined not to. Maybe he's bipolor, I thought, but that didn't seem even slightly likely. Even though I had just met him, I felt like I had known him forever, and the possibility of bipolor disorder seemed unlikely for him. "Now," he said, his voice cracking a bit, as if he were holding back tears about to fall, but he bounced back quickly as he sinabi "Fernando is not going to make a big deal about you being a new student like our nakaraan teachers. Saving you from further embarasment, yes, but you wont know what we've been studying." "Then tell me what you've been studying!" He had opened his mouth to answer me when the kampanilya rang, and Fernando burst into the room and sinabi "Okay! We are going to have a iksamen today over what we've been going through!" My puso sank and I gave a quiet sigh. "Dante," I whispered urgently. God, I loved his name "what were you studying?" He leaned across the isle way between our desks, smoothly avoiding any candles. "The human brain." I leaned back in my chair and relaxed all of my muscles and gave a sigh of relief. "Well that's easy enough." Dante looked at me as if I were crazy, then his face showed madami of a understanding, comprehending look. "So you studied it at your old school before you came here, right?" I shook my head. "No, I just know the human brain, that's all." Dante looked as though he were about to say something, and maybe hold himself from crying again, but Fernando was going on. "Now," he sinabi "as you all know, I am going to play some music to help you focus, but this time, I want some input from you guys. Any requests?" There were shouts of names of rappers, pop singers, rock bands, boy bands, and quite a few of them I knew, but only because of Grace. And from the sounds of it, the class didn't have a very good taste in music at all. "Okay okay, let me rephrase that. Any requests for something that I accually have?" The class quiet, but Dante, seeming to again have Nawawala any signs of tears or sadness, piped in "Play D. Rusle like you did last week." My puso skipped a beat with pure excitement. "You know about them? You know about them?" I asked him with a pleasently surprised ring in my voice. "Duh. Anyone with a brain that hasn't been rotted away sa pamamagitan ng rap music knows them. In fact, they're my paborito band right now. Or group, accually." "Mine too! The song Within these ruins is-" I was cut off sa pamamagitan ng Fernando tapping something on a nearby mesa to scilence me. "Well, since everyone but Dante and Dahlia picked crap that, as Dante just explained, rots your brain, we are, in fact, going to D. Rusle. And since Dahlia seems to like Within these ruins, which is very understandable, that's what I'm going to play." I giggled with excitement and gave Dante a high-five with the class groaned and Fernando passed out the test. My first thoughts about today had been completely wrong, and now I only wondered if Grace's araw was as good as mine so far. *** On our way to lunch, which was after third period, Dante and I were still in good moods. Maybe the inscence that Fernando had been burning was accually a drug, and we had gotten higher than kites off of it. But that wasn't likely. Not likely at all. "Oh, Dahlia, sit with me at lunch," Dante sinabi in a bright and cheery voice "I want to introduce you to my friends. You'll like them. They're your style." "Well if they're like you, then I definitely will." He chuckled a bit. "I guess they are. I never really would have classified them like that, but I suppose that's because I'm just not observant enough to notice that, or at least with them," he shrugged his shoulders. "Aww, come on, Dante. You're observant and you know it. Admit it!" a voice sounded from behind us and we both urned around. There stood a tall, skinny blonde girl dressed in fancy clothes. She stood elegantly, and I imediately knew that she had to be one of Dante's mga kaibigan sa pamamagitan ng the tone of her voice, and I also had a feeling that we would get along well. Dante made a growling sound in his throut. "Cassandra, don't scare me like that!" Cassandra was laughing now. Between giggles, she asked "Who is the beatiful girl you picked up now?" "Oh, this is Dahlia Lane. Didn't you see her in-oh yeah, you skipped your first two classes today, didn't you?" She nodded. "Of course. I hate Tuesday mornings," she shrugged "So what's the deal? Is Dahlia your long-lost-sister or something? You two look alike." "Well, you know, we look alike, Cassandra, and we aren't related." A boy that looked like Cassandra came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. They were obviously dating. "Oh, Cyrus you're so crazy sometimes." Cassandra said, and Cyrus gave her a quick kiss. "Where's Athena and Azriel?" Dante asked. Cyrus scoffed. "Who knows? Probably at the table. Maybe talking to Theresa about... you know. Who knows what they're doing?" he let out a sigh of annoyance, but he was glanding to the side, looking at something. "Uh oh. Dante, you might want to run now." Dante went stiff. "Please don't tell me. Please don't." Cyrus held back laughter, and to the left of us, someone shouted "Hey! Dante Wante! Guess who?" Dante groaned in displeasure and buried his face in his hands. "Oh that's just lovely. Man, I thought today was going to be a good day!" "I'm confused!" I chimed in. Cassandra and Cyrus were laughing as a girl when light-brown hair ran up and clung on to Dante's side, burying her head into it. "I missed you so much over the weekend!" she exlaimed. Dante made let out another groan and pushed the brown haired girl away. "Go away, Theresa. Just leave me alone," he said. "Awwwwwwwwwwwww I thought we were eating lunch together today!" She shouted. I wondered if she was always this loud? "What in the world gave you that idea?" he said, and without waiting for an answer, he stormed off into the cafeteria. Everybod but Theresa fallowed him inside. I caught up to him and tapped on his shoulder. "What was that about?" I asked. Dante just glared ahead and sat down at a mesa with two people, a boy and a girl with flame red hair and moss green eyes, who I guessed where Athena and Azriel. They were giggling, and I guessed that they knew what had happened outside. Cassandra came up behind me and put her hand on my shoulder. "Theresa has a bit of a crush on Dante, and thinks that they're dating," She giggled for a segundo "This one time, she came running up to him and tried toa halik him! He shoved her off and she just walked up beside him and tried to hold his hand. He smaked her right across the cheek!" Everyone, including Dante, was laughing at what Cassandra had just told me, reliving the memory, I guessed. We were all seated now, and to my surprise, I felt comfortable sitting there, like I belonged. I probably did, much madami so than I would with any other group of people. Athena and Azriel were dressed differently than most other people. Athena had her hair shoulder-length pigtails I tight, doll-like curls. She was softly pale, as if her face were painted. She was wearing a military-styled black dress, but that was only the tuktok half; the neck went all the way up with small shoulder pads, along with the makaluma military buttons. But the knee-length palda of the dress poofed out like a dome with grey puntas trimming. There was a grey-laced bow in the back I could tell. Her long sleves poofed out with lacy ends. She wore high-heeled boots that stopped just under her knees. She looked like a hand-painted victorian doll. Azriel was pale and victorian-styled as well, except he was madami like a prince than a doll. His outfit was so dark that you could barely see the stripes in his clothes, and his pangkalahatang look was undiscribeable. "Hey, Dahlia," Athena said. I didn't know how she knew my name, but I soon recognized her face from my English class. "Is it okay if I call you Dolly? Since it kinda sorta sounds like Dahlia, that is." The thought of being called Dolly was amusing to me partly because she looked madami like a doll than I did. "Okay, sure. Why not?" For no apparent reason, everyone at our mesa errupted with laughter. It wasn't clear to me what was so funny, but I laughed with them; I had a feeling that there wasn't a reason for the explosion of laughter except that was just the way they were, and I had a feeling that every lunch period from now on was going to be a good one. Averelle was the first to end the laughter. "What did she do to you this time?" He asked, obviously talking about Theresa. Dante rolled his eyes. "She ran up and clung to my side and sinabi we were going to eat together todday. Again." He sighed, but the rest of us were laughing. I liked Dante's friens, and sa pamamagitan ng the looks of it, they didn't mind me do much, either. In fact, it felt like a good possibility that we'd all become best friends. Cassandra looked around the cafeteria, then smiled mischoviously at Dante. "You've got a bit of a problem coming your way, Dante. Time to think of a plan. Fast!" Dante slamed his head into the mesa a few times and groaned. Then he looked at me with a very strange, mischivous grin, like the one Cassandra gave him. "Dahlia, you are going to pretend to be my girlfriend now and any other time Theresa comes around!" "What?" I half yelled "What are you thinking? Where's my say in this?" Dante was laughing now. "Just go along with it!" he sinabi in between laughs. He put my hand in his, making it look as realistic as possible. I even felt like I was his girlfriend, we played it so well. I was uncomfortable with it, however, and was about ready to object and pull away from him when Theresa ran up and wrapped her arms around his neck, rubbing her face into his hair. "Come on, Dante!" She yelled "Come sit with me outside! We can have a cute little picnic and-" she noticed that Dante and I were holding hands "What is this?" she yelled, letting go of Dante's neck and stepping back. I noticed that everybody but us at that mesa was holding back roaring laughter, and I was sure that once Theresa would storm off, it would rush out louder than a frieght train. Dante also looked like he was going to burst out in hysterics as he sinabi "Oh, this is Dahlia. She's my girlfriend." Now I was about to crack up; that emphasis he put on "She's my girlfriend" was amazing. But Theresa was absolutely furious. "But Dante! Your mine!" she looked close to fake-crying now. Dante slapped her across the cheek with his free hand "I have no idea what makes you think that, but I'm not. I'm Dahlia's." He turned to face me and caressed my cheek, still looking as if he were about to explode. He turned back to face Theresa. Her face was hystarical; her mouth was wide open, she was glaring from me to Dante, and her eyes were brimming with fake-tears. She tried slapping Dante, but he reacted quickly, almost too quickly, and stopped her. "I can't believe you!" she screamed. Dante rolled his eyes and said, "You're an idiot, Theresa. Go away." Theresa opened her mouth even wider and she stormed off, screaming dramaticly, fake crying out the cafeteria. We waited until she was completely out of earshot to start laughing, and we sat there for several minutos just laughing at the whole situation, and even when we were finished, I still felt like I was still laughing, at it felt good. Satisfying, even. We all sat there in silent laughter for a few moments, and I suddenly realized that Dante was still holding my hand and showed no signs if letting go any time soon, and he didn't seem to be aware that he was doing it, but yet looked completely natural doing it, and that he wasn't aware of it because he wasn't thinking about it because he had done it for so long. "Er, Dante," I sinabi "Why are you still holding my hand? Theresa left a while ago." He drew his hand back and turned his face around to where I couldn't see it, but I saw how bright kulay-rosas his face becamewith embarassment, and I knew immidately that I shouldn't have busted him. After several several moments, Dante turned back to me, his eyes screaming the depression that I had seen earlier, but deeper and madami sorrowful than before. "Uh, sorry about that. I guess I forgot what I was doing." His eyes screamed to me, telling me he had spoken the truth. The rest of lunch went sa pamamagitan ng nicely after that, and Theresa didn't come back, which they all thought was odd, but we all agreed that it was because Theresa thought I was Dante's girlfriend, then Dante playfully tried to halik me, and I playfully pushed him away, and then we fake-flirted all through the rest of lunch. It was a complete riot. I never would have guessed it was this great having friends.
blossomyumyum said:
Oh, crap. I'm going to die..
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FOOL! I really dislike Mother's Day. Also, Father's araw and Valentine's Day. But, let's just stick with Mother's araw for now. I dislike the fact that people need to be told to honor their Mother on this one special day. It's a great money making araw for the gift shops and card companies. Mother's araw is a hard araw for many to endure. I almost think there are madami people who are upset than are delighted with the holiday. Think about it. It's a reminder for those whose mothers have passed away that she's not with them any longer. Losing a mother is a hard thing to get over and taon after taon it can be hard to be reminded that yours in no longer here. It's also a reminder to those who aren't able to be a mother. How hard is it araw after araw not having that child to hold and seeing people all around them having what they long to have. Then to add insult to injury there is a holiday to rub it in. To see the commercials and crave to have a child is unbearable. It's just one madami way to reinforce their lack. Then, there are the mothers who have Nawawala a child. Some before they were even able to hold in their arms. Their hopes and dreams are washed away with their tears. Single moms and mothers with inconsiderate mates can feel left out when all the other moms are receiving bulaklak and gifts and they are left empty handed. Personally, as a young mother I always felt pressured and didn't think I measured up when comparing myself to all the accolades thrown around on that holiday. TV, radio, newspaper ads bombard us with the perfect "mother scenario". Ever see a Mother's araw commercial portraying a mother who Nawawala it and is yelling at their children? A mother who couldn't get the birthday cake frosted without it looking like a lump of clay? A mother in sweat pants, no makeup, dried pagkain on her shoulder and hair sticking out on one side? Nothing less than perfect is portrayed. With all the advertising now days it is nigh to impossible to get away from reminders. Here's the deal. Daily, we should ipakita appreciation to our mothers – to each other in general. Flowers, cards, gifts, encouraging words or a hug around the neck on any ibingiay araw are madami treasured than the ones delivered when the calendars prompts. Yes, I will honor my Mother and my daughters-in-law this Sunday. But, all taon long I paliguan them with gifts and words of pag-ibig and appreciation. Go ahead, sumali the masses on Mother's araw but for crying out loud, don't think you're done for a year. We never know what tomorrow will bring. Make sure you appreciate what's right in front of you each day.
Dammit, how do you write that fast?
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(OOC: it's copy-and-paste...)
Mrs-X said:
and here comes the long text
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My legend began several years ago, in the August of my youth. Or perhaps it was October, or November, perhaps even January! Or April and May, but I must say that October sounds about right. Although January is the perfect time of taon to start a legend. No, no it WAS October, and a fabulous October it was indeed! I was fighting in the American Revolution with George Clooney as my meister.It was a very glorious summer, and all of the babes were rubbing my golden hilt. I was quite the ginto old boy in youth, and quite the ruffian, but still refined. Things have changed since then, and although I am still refined, I am not the bad boy I was once, although I can still pose quite the threat among the youth of today! It reminds me of the days when I used to baby sit King Henry VIII in his childhood long before he was a king. As amazing as I am, I protected that boy from everything, from Bampira to ghosts to his Aunt Charlotte's madala hugs. She had a beard, that Charlotte... They say that a woman with a beard is a man, but what of a man with no beard? Does that make him a woman? Ah, the tanong of the world. And the moral of this story is, never eat waffles after the 8th of August.
mmmmm... interesting... charlotte was probably a woman...
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(OOC: You actually read that? XD You ought to be proud...)
yes I did and it was quite interesting... I dare myself to read every comment people will make about my sagot no matter how long it is ;D
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