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  1. Songs that get stuck in my head.
    1st Feb 2008 19:24
    16 years, 9 months & 23 days ago
  2. Woah..Everything Was True!
    4th Jan 2008 11:40
    16 years, 10 months & 20 days ago
  3. *STOP CHILD ABUSE!* and Another Sad Poem.
    19th Oct 2007 17:35
    17 years, 1 month & 6 days ago
  4. Daddy's Poem and 2%
    6th Oct 2007 12:28
    17 years, 1 month & 19 days ago
Songs that get stuck in my head.
16 years, 9 months & 23 days ago
1st Feb 2008 19:24

~{Songs that got Stuck in my Head}~
Get Up
Everyday Hero-Luke Benward
This is the Life
I Got Nerve
Just Like You
The Other Side Of Me
One in a Million
Rockstar-Hannah Montana
S.O.S.-Jonas Brothers
Gotta Go my Own Way
We're All In This Together-High School Musical
Umbrella-Rihanna
Pocketful of Sunshine-Natasha Bedingfield
F.U.N.-Spongebob Squarepants

More Coming Soon!

Woah..Everything Was True!
16 years, 10 months & 20 days ago
4th Jan 2008 11:40

Seariously...this is freaky...I even tried it myself and most of the answers where true...Do not cheat(you'll kick yourself later). Have Fun.

All of my answers were accurate. We'll see tomorrow if the wish comes true.
I'll let you know. Take 3 minutes and try this...it will freak you out! The
person who sent it to me said her wish came true 10 minutes after they read
the mail. BUT NO CHEATING! This game has a funny/spooky outcome.

Don't read ahead...just do it in order! It takes about three minutes...it's
worth a try

First..get a pen and paper. When you actually choose names, make sure it's
people you actually know and go with your first instinct.

Scroll down one line at a time...and don't read ahead or you'll ruin it!

1. First, write the numbers 1 through 11 in a column.








2. Then, beside numbers 1 and 2, write down any two numbers you want.






3. Beside the 3 and 7, write down the names of members of the opposite gender.





NO LOOKING AHEAD...OR IT WON"T TURN OUT RIGHT!



4. Write anyone's name (like friends or family....) in the 4th, 5th,and 6th
spots.






5. Write down four song titles in 8,9,10, and 11.






GO WITH YOUR INSTINCT PEOPLE!!!!




6. Finally, make a wish.





And now the key for the game.....




1. You must tell (the number in space 2) people about this game.






2. The person in space 3 is the one that you love.






3. The person in 7 is one you like but can't work out.






4. You care most about the person you put in 4






5. The person you name in number 5 is the one who knows you very well.






6. The person you name in 6 is your lucky star.






7. The song in 8 is the song that matches with the person in number 3.






8. The title in 9 is the song for the person in 7.





9. The tenth space is the song that tells you most about YOUR mind.





10. and 11 is the song telling you how you feel about life


NOW...put this on ur syt within the hour you read this...IF you do..your
wish will come true. If you don't it will become the opposite !!!!

*STOP CHILD ABUSE!* and Another Sad Poem.
17 years, 1 month & 6 days ago
19th Oct 2007 17:35


My name is Becky
I am but three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,
I must be stupid
I must be bad,
What else could have made
My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better
I wish I weren't ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me.
I can't speak at all
I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up
All the day long.
When I awake I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home
When my mommy does come
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just
One whipping tonight.
Don't make a sound!
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse
My name he calls
I press myself
Against the wall
I try and hide
From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now
I'm starting to cry
He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault
That he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for the door.
He's already locked it
And I start to bawl,
He takes me and throws me
Against the hard wall.
I fall to the floor
With my bones nearly broken,
And my daddy continues
With more bad words spoken.
"I'm sorry!", I scream
But its now much too late
His face has been twisted
Into unimaginable hate
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh please let it end!
And he finally stops
And heads for the door,
While I lay there motionless
Sprawled on the floor

My name is Becky
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me.



There are thousands of kids out there just like Becky.
And you can help.


Sickens me to my soul, and if you just read this and don't pass it on I pray for your forgiveness, cause you would have to be one heartless person to not be effected by this story. And because you are effected, do something about it!! So all I am asking you to do, is take some time to send this on and acknowledge that this stuff does happen, and that people like her dad do live in our society, and I pray for child abuse to wither out and die, but also pray for the safety of our youth.

Please pass this poem on because as crazy as it might
sound, it might just indirectly change a life. Hey, you NEVER know.
Please put this on your site if you are *~*~*AGAINST CHILD ABUSE *~*~* a little poem


Sad Poemcry.gif



I got this from someone else:



TARGET IS A SAD PLACE


I found this somewhere,very sad

I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a Cashier hand this little boy some money back.



The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.



The Cashier said, "I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll."



Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny,

are you sure I don't have enough money?''



The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''



Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly.



The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.



Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.



"It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas.



She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."



I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.



But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there."



His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''



My heart nearly stopped.



The little boy looked up at me and said: "I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall."



Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me "I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me."



"I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister."



Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.



I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. "Suppose we check

again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''



"OK" he said, "I hope I do have enough." I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.



The little boy said: "Thank you God for giving me enough money!"



Then he looked at me and added, "I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!''



"I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.''



"My mommy loves white roses."



A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.



I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started.



I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.



Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young

woman and a little girl.



The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical

state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the

life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma.



Was this the family of the little boy?



Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.



I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.



She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.



I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is

still, to this day, hard to imagine.



And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.



Now you have 2 choices:



1) Repost this message, or



2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart.

Daddy's Poem and 2%
17 years, 1 month & 19 days ago
6th Oct 2007 12:28

Don't read without tissues because it will make you cry if you have a heart..

Her hair was up in a pony tail,

her favorite dress tied with a bow.

Today was Daddy's Day at school,

and she couldn't wait to go.

But her mommy tried to tell her,

that she probably should stay home.

Why the kids might not understand,

if she went to school alone.

But she was not afraid; she knew just what to say. What to tell her classmates of why he wasn't there today.

But still her mother worried,

for her to face this day alone.

And that was why once again,

she tried to keep her daughter home.

But the little girl went to school

eager to tell them all.

About a dad she never sees;

a dad who never calls.

There were daddies along the wall in back, for everyone to meet.

Children squirming impatiently,

anxious in their seats

One by one the teacher called a student from the class. To introduce their daddy, as seconds slowly passed.

At last the teacher called her name,

every child turned to stare.

Each of them was searching,

for a man who wasn't there.

"Where's her daddy at?"

she heard a boy call out.

"She probably doesn't have one,"

another student dared to shout.

And from somewhere near the back,

she heard a daddy say,

"Looks like another deadbeat dad,

too busy to waste his day."

The words did not offend her,

as she smiled up at her Mom.

And looked back at her teacher,

who told her to go on.

And with hands behind her back,

slowly she began to speak.

And out from the mouth of a child,

came words incredibly unique.

"My Daddy couldn't be here,

because he lives so far away.

But I know he wishes he could be,

since this is such a special day.

And though you cannot meet him,

I wanted you to know.

All about my daddy,

and how much he loves me so.

He loved to tell me stories

he taught me to ride my bike.

He surprised me with pink roses,

and taught me to fly a kite.

We used to share fudge sundaes,

and ice cream in a cone.

And though you cannot see him.

I'm not standing here alone.

"Cause my daddy's always with me,

even though we are apart

I know because he told me,

he'll forever be in my heart"


With that, her little hand reached up,

and lay across her chest.

Feeling her own heartbeat,

beneath her favorite dress.

And from somewhere here in the crowd of dads, her mother stood in tears.

Proudly watching her daughter,

who was wise beyond her years.


For she stood up for the love

of a man not in her life.

Doing what was best for her,

doing what was right.

And when she dropped her hand back down, staring straight into the crowd.

She finished with a voice so soft,

but its message clear and loud.

"I love my daddy very much,

he's my shining star.

And if he could, he'd be here,

but heaven's just too far

You see he was a firefighter

and died just this past year

When airplanes hit the towers

and taught Americans to fear.

But sometimes when I close my eyes,

it's like he never went away."

And then she closed her eyes,

and she saw him there that day.

And to her mothers amazement,

she witnessed with surprise

A room full of daddies and children,

all starting to close their eyes.

Who knows what they saw before them,

who knows what they felt inside.

Perhaps for merely a second,

they saw him at her side.

"I know you're with me Daddy,"

to the silence she called out.

And what happened next made believers,

of those once filled with doubt.

Not one in that room could explain it,

for each of their eyes had been closed.

But there on the desk beside her,

was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.

And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,

by the love of her shining star.

And given the gift of believing,

that heaven is never too far.


They say it takes a minute to find a special

person, an hour to appreciate them,

a day to love them, but then an entire

life to forget them.

REPOST THIS TO SHOW APPRCIATION for the people you'll never forget . It's a short message to let them know that you'll never forget them.

If you don't REPOST THIS, it means you're

in a hurry and that you've forgotten your friends.

Take the time...to live and love.

Until eternity

post this as "Daddy's Poem"





Are you the 2%?

a girl went to a party and
she ended up staying longer than
planned,
and
had to walk home alone. She wasn't
afraid
because it was a small town and she lived
only a
few blocks away.
As she walked along under the tall elm
trees,
She asked God to keep her safe from
harm
and
danger.
When she reached the alley, which was a
short
cut to her house, she
decided to take it.
However, halfway down the alley she
noticed
a
man standing at the end as though he were
waiting
for her.
She became uneasy and began to pray,
asking
for
God's protection.
Instantly a comforting feeling of
quietness
and
security wrapped round her, she felt as
though
someone was walking with her.
When she reached the end of the alley,
she
walked right past the man and arrived
home
safely.
The following day, she read in
the
newspaper
that
a young girl had been beaten in the same
alley
just
twenty minutes after she had been there.
Feeling overwhelmed by this tragedy and
the
fact
that it could have been her, she began to
weep.
Thanking the Lord for her safety and to
help
this
young woman, she decided to go to the
police
station.
She felt she could recognize the man, so
she
told
them her story.
The police asked her if she would
be willing to
look
at a lineup to see if
she could identify
him.
She agreed and immediately pointed out
the
man
she had seen in the alley the night
before.
When the man was told he had been
identified,
he
immediately broke down and confessed.
The officer thanked her for her bravery
and
asked if there was anything they could do
for
her.
She asked if they would ask the man one
question.
She was curious as to why he had not attacked
her.
When the policeman asked him, he
answered, "Because she wasn't
alone.
She
had
two tall men walking on both sides of
her."
Amazingly, whether you believe or not,
you're
never
alone. Did you know that 98% of
teenagers
will not stand up for God?
Repost this if you truly
believe
in
God..
PS: God is always there in your heart and loves you no matter
what
"If you deny me in front of your friends, I shall deny you in
front of my
Father"
STAND UP FOR HIM
98% wont post this
are you part of the 2% that will????????

  1. Songs that get stuck in my head.
    1st Feb 2008 19:24
    16 years, 9 months & 23 days ago
  2. Woah..Everything Was True!
    4th Jan 2008 11:40
    16 years, 10 months & 20 days ago
  3. *STOP CHILD ABUSE!* and Another Sad Poem.
    19th Oct 2007 17:35
    17 years, 1 month & 6 days ago
  4. Daddy's Poem and 2%
    6th Oct 2007 12:28
    17 years, 1 month & 19 days ago