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  1. Alt Codes
    31st Dec 2007 11:58
    16 years, 10 months & 24 days ago
  2. I hate myself
    19th Nov 2007 14:49
    17 years & 5 days ago
  3. Witch's Curse
    18th Nov 2007 05:18
    17 years & 6 days ago
  4. Sad Story
    18th Nov 2007 04:42
    17 years & 6 days ago
  5. SONGS- My Secret Breaks My Heart/For You
    19th Oct 2007 13:01
    17 years, 1 month & 6 days ago
  6. School
    13th Sep 2007 10:05
    17 years, 2 months & 11 days ago
  7. BEGGAR PUNISHMENTS
    6th Sep 2007 10:23
    17 years, 2 months & 18 days ago
  8. READ BEFORE RANDOM CONTACT
    6th Sep 2007 10:22
    17 years, 2 months & 18 days ago
  9. Daddy's Poem
    7th Aug 2007 07:23
    17 years, 3 months & 17 days ago
  10. Some li'l poems...
    1st Aug 2007 07:58
    17 years, 3 months & 23 days ago
School
17 years, 2 months & 11 days ago
13th Sep 2007 10:05

13/09/07
It's not fair! Everyone (not many people) from my old school, Nodehill, who came to my High School, Medina, is TOTALLY ignoring me sad.gif. I mean, Sam/antha was one of my best friends at Nodehill, but now?? NOW she's gone off with Charlotte and someone whose name I can't remember...sure, I've got nothing against Charlotte, but JUST BECAUSE they sit next to one another DOES NOT MEAN they must go off and leave me as a LONER. Seriously!! I mean, come on. I'm hardly going off announcing that Michael, Anthony and Alex are my new best friends, am I?? OK, sure, they're boys (though not as blinkin' well immature as some- one (I cannot BELIEVE Sam/antha (Number 2) likes him) came up to her and dumped a half-eaten pizza on her head, and then took it off her and THREW IT AT ME. I am so getting him for that) but...you know. They ARE boys. Nothing wrong with them, but they're just friends. End of. Like, in registration or Enrichment friends. Not FRIEND friends. Like, best friends. Anyway, so now I've only got Sam/antha 2 and Katie who are from Nodehill. Sure, there's Hannah and Rhiannon and Kate and maybe Kelly and /maybe/ Helena in my teaching group/s, but...apart from that, I'm a total /loner/ in my form classes.

You know what?? In half our classes, we have to sit in ALPHABETICAL ORDER. How seriously tight is that?!! Which means in English, I'm stuck next to this /completely/ insane guy called Charlie who lived in Switzerland for 10 years. He hasn't got an accent or anything, he's just...mad. Completely crackers. They should so change the alphabet.

Have I mentioned that I DESPISE Michael??? No, not the Michael I sit near, dummy. Michael Yearby. HE IS SUCH A STUPID (not stupid as in not smart, stupid as in hateful), ANNOYING, BOSSY SHOW-OFF!!!!!!! I JUST WANT TO...KILL HIM!!!!!! And believe me, if I ever get the chance, I will.

El dievol Rilec??? U Imlewch?? U ne Nodven???

20/09/07
I hate RE.

Note: I haven't only JUST got back to school since the 13th, I just simply haven't had the time to get onto M/Ps.

I have officially decided that I hate...(not just RE)...Music. POINTLESSNESS!!!

Oh, gotta go, be back laterz biggrin.gif.

10/10/07

Hit Stephen. In the face. Hard. Had a bit of a fight with Michael.

Note to self- kill him.

Michael, I mean.

11/10/07

Not much. Bored, bored, bored. Had another fight. Must kill James.

BEGGAR PUNISHMENTS
17 years, 2 months & 18 days ago
6th Sep 2007 10:23

Here are some delightful punishments for beggars:

Boiled in oil till the flesh falls off their bones

Hanging

Tarring and feathering, then setting them alight

Cutting out their tongues

Doing a Dracula and shoving them, alive, onto the end of a pole

Tie them to four horses, them let them each run in a different direction. Scatter the bones and eat the heart. Bury the skull in a shallow grave and run said horses over it a few times. Oh, and keep a leg-bone to use as a salt-shaker.

Cut out their organs and eat them in front of them, while they're still alive.

Tie them to a bunch of fireworks and set them off.

Burn them on November the Fifth instead of a guy.

Send them into orbit and watch while their heads explode.

How about, set them alight. Put them out, Set them alight. put them out. The ultimate in REUSABLE torture.

Stretch them on a rack then use their body as a wobble-board.

Brick them into a room and never let them out. (NB, this only works if you feed them)

Bury them alive.

Cut their limbs off and roast them then force feed to the victim.

Give them directions to the nearest cannibal colony.

Feed them to Alligators...

You don't want these to happen to YOU, do you??? SO DON' BEG!!! I REPEAT, DON'T BEG!!! I'LL EVEN PUT IT WITHOUT THE CONTRACTIONS!!!!! DO NOT BEG!!!!!!!

*Courtesy of CasanovaBlack*

READ BEFORE RANDOM CONTACT
17 years, 2 months & 18 days ago
6th Sep 2007 10:22

NOTES:

Twinkle #7
Sparkle #2

OK, so this is how it works:

BEGGARS:

Definition:

Someone who...

a. Asks me for things I simply do not have
b. Keeps on and on and on about me getting stuff for them (see Wishlist Help)
c. Has plenty (more than about 50K- but let me be the judge of that) of MP and wants other people to buy things for them.
d. Keeps asking for MP, BP, RP or Items. (Without reason.)
e. Asking for my MaraPets.
f. Anything else I (remember, I'M the judge) deem to be begging.

Penalty: BOILED IN OIL UNTIL THEIR FLESH FALLS OUT. Or, alternatively, BLOCKED and REPORTED. (In that order)

MARAMAIL/MARAPALS:

Definition:

*Yes*

MM)
a. Friendly chat about anything through MaraMail.
b. Asking for help.
MP)
a. Someone who wants to be friends.
b. Someone who I have helped and want me as a future contact.
c. Someone who thinks I'm a nice person.

*No*

MM)
a. Begging.
b. Asking me to join your Club.
MP) Someone who wants me to buy things for them.

Penalties:

For *Yes* topics: Nothing.

For *No* topics: BLOCKED and REPORTED.

CONCLUSION: OPEN, but NO *No* topics.

SPECIAL NOTE: As regarding to SPAM, go ahead. It brings a bit of fun into MMing someone. Feel free.

CLUBS:

Definition:

1) Are you really that thick?? Though if you really don't know, MM me.

Penalties:

Joining: If you ask me to join your Club, you will BLOCKED. Ignorance of this entry is no excuse.

Asking for Help about it: Nothing. Just Chibs Emoticons.

CONCLUSION: CLOSED.

WISHLIST HELP:

Definition:

*Good*

a. Donating MP to help someone get something off their Wishlist.
b. Donating an Item off their Wishlist (within reason)
c. Buying from their Shop.

*Bad*

a. Asking for something that is on MY Wishlist too. Because if I can afford it for you, I can afford it for, therefore I won't bother.
b. Asking for more and more things.
c. Asking for something unreasonable.

Penalties:

For *Good* topics: Nothing. Just Items/MP.

For *Bad* topics: BLOCKED and REPORTED.

CONCLUSION: Sure, but I will TELL YOU how much I am going to help you with. Asking for more will be classed as BEGGING (see Beggars).

PETS:

Definition (of this topic):

*Good*

a. Asking to Trade a pet that ISN'T mentioned as being NFT.
b. Admiring/praising my MaraPets.
c. Asking me to rate your MaraPets.
d. Asking me to take one of your/your friend's pets a home.

*Bad*

a. Asking to Trade pets that ARE defined as being NFT.
b. Asking/begging for my MaraPets (see Beggars).
c. Asking me to give one of MY pets a home with you.

Penalties:

For *Good* topics: Nothing.

For *Bad* topics: BLOCKED and sometimes REPORTED.

A NOTE: For those of you who have nothing better to do and/or actually bothered to read all of this, I thank you. Please take heed of this or the Penalties will be coming your may...mwahaha...


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Daddy's Poem
17 years, 3 months & 17 days ago
7th Aug 2007 07:23

Daddy's Poem

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 appreciation for the people you'll never forget. It's a short message to let them know that you'll never forget them, no matter where they are.

Some li'l poems...
17 years, 3 months & 23 days ago
1st Aug 2007 07:58

Some of these aren't mine, but I thought I'd post them anyway. Got them from books, friends, etc.

PLEASE READ THIS ONE:

Will I Ever See Daddy Again:

Mummy and daddy are shouting again
I don't think it's too bad.
But they never seem to be happy,
Why are they always so sad?

Mummy's starting to cry again,
And daddy doesn't know what to do.
It's "I don't think you're sane any more!"
And "Why did I ever marry you?"

Now mummy wants me downstairs
She says it's just for a talk.
Maybe it's because we're going out tomorrow?
For a picnic or swim or walk?

She goes "Darling, me and daddy are arguing.
It's making us very sad."
I want to know why they look so grim.
I think this is something bad.

"We still love you no matter what.
You're our special little girl.
But we don't want to be together
Because it's making us sad and hurt."

"What do you mean?" I ask.
Mummy doesn't look very good.
Daddy picks me up in his strong arms,
And takes me out of the room.

"Now, sunshine, this is for the best.
We still will both love you.
We still will be your mummy and daddy-
But this is to make everything good."

I don't like this, I don't understand,
What are they all saying?
Why aren't they nice and happy again?
Talking and laughing and playing?

Next morning, daddy's case is packed.
And mummy is standing at the door.
They both look really unhappy-
What's going on? I'm not sure.

"Is daddy going for a holiday?" I ask.
"Of a sort," Mummy says.
Daddy holds me tight, his eyes leaking,
His hair gold in the sun's early rays.

"Now, I'm not living with mummy any more.
Because she's crying and sad.
But you're a good, brave little girl.
As brave as any young lad."

Daddy picks up his suitcase
And kisses mummy goodbye.
Why is he crying? Why does she look grim?
Something just isn't right.

Daddy kisses and hugs me one last time,
Then gets in his car, big and blue.
Why is he going? Will he come back?
As vanishes into the car does his shoe.

He waves a last time, and drives away.
The sun is covered by clouds of rain.
Where's he going, France or Spain?
Will I ever see daddy again?

Untitled:

See the stars, see the moon
Penned in by blackest night.
See the diamonds red and purple-
Silk and fire and blood and light.
See them turning, ever turning,
Like a great mandala wheel.
Spinning as the fire is burning-
What is false and what is real?

~~~

Love Hurts:

You see them for the first time-
And you know you're fallin' in love.
But it'll never turn out right,
Like everythin' in this life.
Gone like an arrow-struck dove.

Your innocent heart beats like
A drum, pure and true.
But should it go right?
Why it be you they like?
The first sight you'll one day rue.

A week after your heart's been floored,
You'll feel all right again, onto the next.
But you'll soon learn that love is war,
That it's not possible, but sure.
Love will leave you vexed.


SPECIAL NOTE:
'What Pok??mon are you'?

MaraMail me for the link, then tell me the answer for my poll.

Poll Results:

Charmander: 1
Totodile: 1
Torchic: 0
Pikachu: 2
Squirtle: 2
Eevee: 1
Mudkip: 2
Treecko: 1
Chikorita: 1
Bulbasaur: 1
Skitty: 2
Machop: 1
Psyduck: 0

  1. Alt Codes
    31st Dec 2007 11:58
    16 years, 10 months & 24 days ago
  2. I hate myself
    19th Nov 2007 14:49
    17 years & 5 days ago
  3. Witch's Curse
    18th Nov 2007 05:18
    17 years & 6 days ago
  4. Sad Story
    18th Nov 2007 04:42
    17 years & 6 days ago
  5. SONGS- My Secret Breaks My Heart/For You
    19th Oct 2007 13:01
    17 years, 1 month & 6 days ago
  6. School
    13th Sep 2007 10:05
    17 years, 2 months & 11 days ago
  7. BEGGAR PUNISHMENTS
    6th Sep 2007 10:23
    17 years, 2 months & 18 days ago
  8. READ BEFORE RANDOM CONTACT
    6th Sep 2007 10:22
    17 years, 2 months & 18 days ago
  9. Daddy's Poem
    7th Aug 2007 07:23
    17 years, 3 months & 17 days ago
  10. Some li'l poems...
    1st Aug 2007 07:58
    17 years, 3 months & 23 days ago