Poll: in my next story which I'm gonna write soon do you want me to Edward as Cullen or Masen. If it's Cullen then the parents are Carlisle and Esme but if it's Masen then the parents are Edward Sr and Elizabeth. Oh and Jazz is Eddie's bro. Bella and Alice are swans and sisters. Vote Now!
Author has written 9 stories for Kaze no Stigma/風のスティグマ, Twilight, Maid Sama!, Gakuen Alice, and S.A.
Nick name: N.S.A, Al
D.O.B: 30th July,1997
Appearance: I have black straight hair which reaches my waist. Brownish Black eyes. Fair skin. Height 5.2''
Gender: By now you can understand right.
Best Friends: Avyu (longtime BFF 10yrs), Cherry, Manu.(same class)
Hobbies: Reading books, singing, writing, painting.
Books: Twilight, Harry Potter, Nancy Drew, Sherlock Holmes and many others I can't remember right now.
Manga/Anime: Kaichou wa maid sama, Inuyasha, Gakuen Alice, Kaze no stigma, Ouran High School Host Club, Marmalade boy, S.A, Usotsuki Lily.
Singers: Taylor Swift, Akon, Avril Lavigne, Kesha.
Food: Mom's cooking, pizza, noodles, mac and cheese, etc.
Subjects: English, maths and biology.
2.Alice, Fred & George
8.Esme, Charlie, Carlisle
10.Jacob, Ron Weasley
5.Mikan, Natsume, En
6.Sango, Miroku, Kazuma, Megumi
7.Miki, Yuu, Suzuna, Hinata(K.W.M.S)
8.Aoi, Hotaru, Yahiro
9.Meiko, Ren, Hikari
10.Ruka, Permy, Tsubasa, Kei
Difference between a BF and just a F:
FRIENDS: Will comfort you when he rejects you.
BEST FRIENDS: Will go up and ask him, "It's because you're gay, isn't it?"
FRIENDS: Will be there for you when he breaks up with you.
BEST FRIENDS: Will call him up and whisper, "Seven days left... to live"
FRIENDS: Helps you up when you fall.
BEST FRIENDS: Keeps on walking saying, "Walk much, clumsy?"
FRIENDS: Helps you find your prince.
BEST FRIENDS: Kidnaps him and brings him to you.
FRIENDS: Will ask you if you're okay when you're crying.
BEST FRIENDS: Will laugh at you and say, "Ha Ha suck it up, my Loser!"
FRIENDS: Will offer you a cool drink.
BEST FRIENDS: Will dump theirs on you.
FRIENDS: Will sit at the side of the pool with you at that time of the month.
BEST FRIENDS: Will throw you a tampon and push you in.
FRIENDS: Gives you their umbrella in the rain.
BEST FRIENDS: Takes yours and says, "Thanks for the umbrella. I'll take care of it. Bye."
FRIENDS: Never ask for anything to eat or drink.
BEST FRIENDS: Helps themselves and are the reason why you have no food.
FRIENDS: Would try to put the fire out on your house
BEST FRIENDS: Would be roasting marshmallows and whistling song tunes.
FRIENDS: will pick you up when your down
BEST FRIENDS: has already picked you up and now is sitting on your head bossing you around telling that you owe her.
FRIENDS: ask why you're crying
BEST FRIENDS: already have the shovel ready to bury the loser that made you cry
FRIENDS: will say you can do better
BEST FRIENDS: will ask if that is your best because that is not the girl they know.
FRIENDS: Call your parents by Mr. and Mrs. and Grandpa, by Grandpa.
BEST FRIENDS: Call your parents DAD and MOM and Grandpa, GRAMPS!
FRIENDS: Would try to reason the teacher to take it easy on the detention.
BEST FRIENDS: Would be sitting next to you sayin "DAMN! we messed up!"
FRIENDS: Have never seen you cry.
BEST FRIENDS: Wont tell anyone else you cried...just laugh about it with you in private when your not down anymore.
FRIENDS: Asks you to write down your number.
BEST FRIENDS: Has you on speed dial.
FRIENDS: Borrows your stuff for a few days then gives it back.
BEST FRIENDS: Loses your stuff and tells you, "My bad...here's a tissue " and afterwards of course buys it for you.
FRIENDS: Only know a few things about you.
BEST FRIENDS: Could write a very embarrassing biography on your life story...
FRIENDS: Will leave you behind if that is what the crowd is doing.
BEST FRIENDS: Will kick the whole crowd that left you till they turn red from bruises.
FRIENDS: Would knock on your front door for your permission to come in.
BEST FRIENDS: Walk right in and say "I'M HOME."
FRIENDS: You have to tell them not to tell anyone.
BEST FRIENDS: Already knows not to tell.
FRIENDS: Are only through high school/college.
BEST FRIENDS: Are for LIFE(you know even when you're wrinkled and old)
FRIENDS: Would read ignore this.
BEST FRIENDS: Will repost this.
Every tear is a sign of- ...
Cutting Onions..!:-o .
Every Silence is a sing of-...
Zero balance ;-& .
Every smile is a sign of- ...
Daily brushing .
Life is so simple,
Hey give this a try:
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was mroe ipmorantt! tahts so cool!
How many of you could read this? If you could then without hesitation put in your profile.
'TEN WORDS' THAT YOU SHOULD REMEMBER!
most selfish 1 letter word - I -avoid it
most satisfying 2 letter word - WE-use it
most poisonous 3 letter word - EGO- kill it
most used 4 letter word-LOVE-value it
most pleasing 5 letter word-SMILE-keep it
most spread 6 letter word-RUMOR-ignore it
most hardworking 7 letter word-SUCCESS-achieve it
most enviable 8 letter word-KNOWLEDGE-acquire it
most necessary 9 letter word-HAPPINESS-spread it
most positive 10 letter word-CONFIDENCE-trust it
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 around. 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
One day, when I was a freshman in high school, I saw a kid from my class was walking home from school. His name was Kyle.
It looked like he was carrying all of his books. I thought to myself, 'Why would anyone bring home all his books on a Friday? He must really be a nerd.'
I had quite a weekend planned (parties and a football game with my friends tomorrow afternoon), so I shrugged my shoulders and went on.
As I was walking, I saw a bunch of kids running toward him. They ran at him, knocking all his books out of his arms and tripping him so he landed in the dirt.
His glasses went flying, and I saw them land in the grass about ten feet from him. He looked up and I saw this terrible sadness in his eyes. My heart went out to him. So, I jogged over to him as he crawled around looking for his glasses, and I saw a tear in his eye.
As I handed him his glasses, I said, 'Those guys are jerks. They really should get lives.'
He looked at me and said, 'Hey, thanks!' There was a big smile on his face. It was one of those smiles that showed real gratitude.
I helped him pick up his books, and asked him where he lived. As it turned out, he lived near me, so I asked him why I had never seen him before.
He said he had gone to private school before now. I would have never hung out with a private school kid before. We talked all the way home, and I carried some of his books. He turned out to be a pretty cool kid.
I asked him if he wanted to play a little football with my friends. He said yes. We hung out all weekend and the more I got to know Kyle, the more I liked him, and my friends thought the same of him.
Monday morning came, and there was Kyle with the huge stack of books again. I stopped him and said, 'Boy, you are gonna really build some serious muscles with this pile of books everyday!' He just laughed and handed me half the books.
Over the next four years, Kyle and I became best friends. When we were seniors we began to think about college. Kyle decided on Georgetown and I was going to Duke.
I knew that we would always be friends, that the miles would never be a problem. He was going to be a doctor and I was going for business on a football scholarship. Kyle was valedictorian of our class. I teased him all the time about being a nerd.
He had to prepare a speech for graduation. I was so glad it wasn't me having to get up there and speak. Graduation day, I saw Kyle. He looked great.
He was one of those guys that really found himself during high school. He filled out and actually looked good in glasses. He had more dates than I had and all the girls loved him. Boy, sometimes I was jealous!
Today was one of those days. I could see that he was nervous about his speech. So, I smacked him on the back and said, 'Hey, big guy, you'll be great!'
He looked at me with one of those looks (the really grateful one) and smiled. 'Thanks,' he said.
As he started his speech, he cleared his throat, and began, 'Graduation is a time to thank those who helped you make it through those tough years. Your parents, your teachers, your siblings, maybe a coach... but mostly your friends... I am here to tell all of you that being a friend to someone is the best gift you can give them. I am going to tell you a story.'
I just looked at my friend with disbelief as he told the story of the first day we met. He had planned to kill himself over the weekend. He talked of how he had cleaned out his locker so his Mom wouldn't have to do it later and was carrying his stuff home.
He looked hard at me and gave me a little smile. 'Thankfully, I was saved. My friend saved me from doing the unspeakable.'
I heard the gasp go through the crowd as this handsome, popular boy told us all about his weakest moment. I saw his Mom and dad looking at me and smiling that same grateful smile.
Not until that moment did I realise it's depth. Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person's life. For better or for worse. God puts us all in each others lives to impact one another in some way.
Look for God in others. You now have two choices, you can:
1) Put this on your profile or
2) Forget you read this and act like it didn't touch your heart. As you can see, I took choice number 1.
Some say the world would end in fire
Some say in ice
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favour fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
The speaker considers the age-old question of whether the world will end in fire or in ice. This is similar to another age-old question: whether it would be preferable to freeze to death or burn to death. The speaker determines that either option would achieve its purpose sufficiently well.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood
Then took the other, as just as fair
And both that morning equally lay
I shall be telling this with a sigh
The speaker stands in the woods, considering a fork in the road. Both ways are equally worn and equally overlaid with un-trodden leaves. The speaker chooses one, telling himself that he will take the other another day. Yet he knows it is unlikely that he will have the opportunity to do so. And he admits that someday in the future he will recreate the scene with a slight twist: He will claim that he took the less-traveled road.
Here is Something interesting:
The Buzzard :
If you put a buzzard in a pen that is 6 feet by 8 feet and is entirely open at the top,
the bird, in spite of its ability to fly, will be an absolute prisoner.
The reason is that a buzzard always begins a flight from the ground with a run of 10 to 12 feet.
Without space to run, as is its habit, it will not even attempt to fly,
but will remain a prisoner for life in a small jail with no top
The Bat :
The ordinary bat that flies around at night, a remarkable nimble creature in the air,
cannot take off from a level place.
If it is placed on the floor or flat ground, all it can do is shuffle about helplessly and,
no doubt, painfully, until it reaches some slight elevation from which it can throw itself into the air.
Then, at once, it takes off like a flash.
A bumblebee, if dropped into an open tumbler, will be there until it dies, unless it is taken out.
It never sees the means of escape at the top, but persists in trying to find some way out
It will seek a way where none exists, until it completely destroys itself.
In many ways, we are like the buzzard, the bat, and the bumblebee.
We struggle about with all our problems and frustrations, never realizing that all we have to do is look up!
That's the answer, the escape route and the solution to any problem...
just look up!
Sorrow looks back,
Worry looks around,
But faith looks up!
speak kindly, and
trust in our Creator,
who loves us.
This is a story about God. Read if you believe in him, and read even if you don't.
A teenage girl about 17 named Diane had gone to visit some friends one evening and time passed quickly as each shared their various experiences of the past year. 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, Diane 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 raped 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 Diane for her bravery and asked if there was anything they could do for her. She asked if they would ask the man one question. Diane 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 either side 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, and 93 of the people that read this won’t repost it?
PS: God is always there in your heart and loves you no matter what,
Even when you can't see him, God is still there! Believe!
Which are you more like (Bold the ones that apply to you)
YOUR GUY SIDE:
You love hoodies.
TOTAL: 11 well it is better than only 1(one) 1 right!
YOUR GIRL SIDE:
You wear lip gloss/chapstick.
Total: Huh! I'm a girl and I got only 7. he he!
-I promise to remember Bella
List out randomly 12 characters of your favourite fandom:
1. Have you ever read a Six/Eleven fic? Do you want to?
No haven't read A Jasper/Rosalie fan fiction and I don't want to read them together because I like them as siblings, nothing more. I would really like to read them as siblings.
2. Do you think Four is hot? How hot?
Esme? Hot? Well... she is beautiful but not hot. The preferred term here is warm.
3. What would happen if Twelve got Eight pregnant?
What!!!! I'd faint!!! That's totally impossible!!!I don't even want to think about Charlie getting Seth pregnant. That's utterly crazy!!!
4. Can you recall any fics about Nine?
Of course I read tons of fictions about Renesmee. I even wrote one. Most of the fics I read are Edward/Renesmee father-daughter fluffs but I also read Emmet/Renesmee, Carlisle/Renesmee, Jasper/Renesmee too.They were really cute family fics.
5. Would Two and Six make a good couple?
Edward and Jasper!!! Well those who like gay fics yes but I personally don't like them and I think Alice and Bella would agree with me and if Eddie and Jazz get together, they'll definitely faint with me.
6. Five/Nine or Five/Ten? Why?
I personally like Emmet/Renesmee because it's hilarious and Emmet is the best teddy bear uncle Nessie can get. As for Emmet/Jacob no and if you like it you have tell me!
7. What would happen if Seven walked in on Two and Twelve having sex?
Carlisle walking in on Edward and Charlie. Well it would make him go into shock from the sight and somehow manage to stop his already frozen heart! (I don't think Edward will leave Bella for her father. ha ha :D)
8. Make up a summary for a Three & Ten fic.
Oh come on! I bet the Team Jacob(like my mom) will be very happy to make lot of fics on them. This is ironic. I'm purely Team Edward. Don't get me wrong I like Jacob but I hate BellaXJacob fics.I love them as Best friends.
Okay well Jacob wants to tell Renesmee that he loves her with all her heart but he also wants to explain the feelings he once held for Bella. So, before explaining to the daughter, he wants to talk to the mother and show her how much he loves Nessie and The feelings of care he holds for Bella will never fade and that he'll always be Best Friends with her and also keep Nessie happy forever with her permission.
9. Is there any such thing as One/Eight fluff?
Alice and Seth well I don't wanna know if there is.
10. Suggest a title for a Seven/Twelve hurt/comfort fic.
Two Fathers, their unknown deep feelings
11. If you wrote a songfic about Eight, what song would you choose?
2012 (It Ain't the End of the World) by Jay Sean.
12. If you wrote a One/Six/Twelve fic, what would the warning be?
Alice/Jasper/Charlie. Warning: You might freak out with Charlie due to the crazy powers of the seer and empath.
13. When was the last time you read a fic about Five?
Emmet huh? I guess a couple of months ago.
14. "(1) and (7) are in a happy relationship until (7) runs off with (4). (1), brokenhearted, has a hot one-night stand with (11) and a brief unhappy affair with (12), then follows the wise advice of (5) and finds true love with (3)."
Alice and Carlisle are in a happy relationship until Carlisle runs off with Esme. Alice, brokenhearted has a hot one-night stand with Rosalie and a brief unhappy affair with Charlie, then follows the wise advice of Emmet and finds true love with Bella.
Oh boy if that was the original story of twilight, I would probably barf. I happy that Carlisle and Esme are together but this led poor Alice to turn into a lesbian from the one night-stand with Rosalie to ending up with Bella.
Try the above questions with your own random characters if you DARE!
Copy and Paste:
If you hate those obnoxious snobby people, PLEASE copy this into your profile.
98 percent of teenagers do or have tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 2 percent who haven't, copy & paste this in your profile.
Weird is good, strange is bad, and odd is when you don't know which to call someone. Weird is the same as different, which is the same as unique, then weird is good. If you are weird and proud of it, copy this onto your profile!
If you have ever felt the undeniable urge to slam your head into something, weather it is another person or not, copy this into your profile.
There's nothing wrong with arguing with yourself. It's when you argue with yourself and LOSE that's weird. If you agree then copy this into your profile.
If you have your own little world, copy this.
If you ever wished to meet a character from a show, post this on your profile!
If you've ever talked to yourself…
ever run into a door…
ever wanted to just SLAP someone…
ever threatened a computer or video game console…
ever forgotten what you were talking about in the middle of a conversation…
ever pushed on a door that said pull or vise versa…
ever zoned out for more then five consecutive minutes… you know what to do.
Admitting you are weird, means you are normal. Saying that your normal is odd. If you admit that your weird and are proud of it, copy and paste this into your profile.
Put this in your profile and you might save a marriage ( or another relationship ) =]
When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I’ve got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.
Suddenly I didn’t know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce. I raised the topic calmly.
She didn’t seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why?
I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn’t talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Jane. I didn’t love her anymore. I just pitied her!
With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.
She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Jane so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.
The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn’t have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Jane.
When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.
In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn’t want anything from me, but needed a month’s notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month’s time and she didn’t want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.
This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.
She requested that every day for the month’s duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.
I told Jane about my wife’s divorce conditions. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.
My wife and I hadn’t had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mommy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don’t tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.
On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn’t looked at this woman carefully for a long time. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her.
On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.
On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn’t tell Jane about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.
She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.
Suddenly it hit me… she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.
Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it’s time to carry mom out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.
But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn’t noticed that our life lacked intimacy.
I drove to office…. jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind…I walked upstairs. Jane opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Jane, I do not want the divorce anymore.
She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Jane, I said, I won’t divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn’t value the details of our lives, not because we didn’t love each other anymore. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.
Jane seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.
At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I’ll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.
That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead. My wife had been fighting CANCER for months and I was so busy with Jane to even notice. She knew that she would die soon and she wanted to save me from the whatever negative reaction from our son, in case we push thru with the divorce.— At least, in the eyes of our son—- I’m a loving husband….
The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse’s friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!
If you don’t share this, nothing will happen to you.
If you do, you just might save a marriage. Many of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.Side effects of alcohol ... And remedies!!!
This is something we should all read at least once a week!!!!! Make sure you read to the end!!!!!!
Written By Regina Brett, 90 years old, of The Plain Dealer, Cleveland , Ohio
"To celebrate growing older, I once wrote the 45 lessons life taught me.
My odometer rolled over to 90 in August, so here is the column once more:
1. Life isn't fair, but it's still good.
2. When in doubt, just take the next small step.
3. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.
4. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends and parents will. Stay in touch.
5. Pay off your credit cards every month.
6. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.
7. Cry with someone. It's more healing than crying alone.
8. It's OK to get angry with God. He can take it.
9. Save for retirement starting with your first paycheck.
10. When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile.
11. Make peace with your past so it won't screw up the present.
12. It's OK to let your children see you cry.
13. Don't compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about.
14. If a relationship has to be a secret, you shouldn't be in it.
15. Everything can change in the blink of an eye. But don't worry; God never blinks.
16. Take a deep breath. It calms the mind.
17. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.
18. Whatever doesn't kill you really does make you stronger.
19. It's never too late to have a happy childhood. But the second one is up to you and no one else
20. When it comes to going after what you love in life, don't take no for an answer.
21. Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, wear the fancy lingerie. Don't save it for a special occasion. Today is special.
22. Over prepare, then go with the flow.
23. Be eccentric now. Don't wait for old age to wear purple.
24. The most important sex organ is the brain.
25. No one is in charge of your happiness but you.
26. Frame every so-called disaster with these words 'In five years, will this matter?'
27. Always choose life.
28. Forgive everyone everything.
29. What other people think of you is none of your business.
30. Time heals almost everything. Give time time.
31. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.
32. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.
33. Believe in miracles.
34. God loves you because of who God is, not because of anything you did or didn't do.
35. Don't audit life. Show up and make the most of it now.
36. Growing old beats the alternative -- dying young.
37. Your children get only one childhood.
38. All that truly matters in the end is that you loved.
39. Get outside every day. Miracles are waiting everywhere.
40. If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else's, we'd grab ours back.
41. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.
42. The best is yet to come...
43. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.
45. Life isn't tied with a bow, but it's still a gift."
My name is Tiffany, I am three,
My eyes are swollen, I cannot see,
I must be stupid, I must be bad,
What else could have made my dad 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 do a wrong, I can't speek at all or else I'm locked up, all day long.
When I'm awake I'm all alone the house is all dark,
My folk aren't at home when my mommy does come home,
I'll try and be nice, so maybe I'll just get, one whipping tonight.
I just heard a car, my daddy is back from Charlie's bar.
I press my self againts the wall.
I try to hide, from his evil eyes,
I'm so afraid now, I'm starting to cry
He finds me weeping, calls me ugly words he says its my fault he suffers at work.
He slaps and hits me and yells at more, I finally get free and run to 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 to late his face has been twisted, into an unimaginable shape the hurt and the pain, again and again
O please God have mercy, O please let it end!
And he finnaly stops, and heads for the door, while I lay there motionles.
Brawled on the floor. My name is Tiffany
I am three, tonight my daddy murdered me and you can help, sicknes me top the soul,
IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE!
1. Symptom : Cold and humid feet.
2. Symptom : The wall facing you is full of lights.
3. Symptom : The floor looks blurry.
4. Symptom : The floor is moving.
5. Symptom : You hear echoes every time someone speaks.
6. Symptom : Your dad and all your brothers are looking funny.
7. Symptom : The room is shaking a lot, everyone is dressed in white and the music is very repetitive.
The dresses in Who does your heart beat for?
Alice's dress: http://www.landybridal.co/media/catalog/product/cache/1/image/9df78eab33525d08d6e5fb8d27136e95/s/t/strapless-short-party-dress-pplbpr1523-d.jpg
Bella's dress: http://wanelo.com/p/1654383/juliet-s-party-royal-blue-cocktail-dress-one-shoulder-strap-pleated-top-asymmetric-sharp-hem-prom-party-wedding-bridesmaid-dress-m-l
Rosalie's dress: http://www.sungboutiquela.com/images/1813_red_l.jpg
Tanya's dress: http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yNELL8uhlo8/TtE0sH4XVRI/AAAAAAAAFJs/vBGFr8HC-tU/s320/black%2Bparty%2Bdress%2B%25282%2529.jpg
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