Two things i wrote...?

critique it, compliment it, whatever you want.





1.)


To have perfection in the palms of your hands


And, like a dove, to watch it fly away.





You had a taste of what you always craved


Only to ask yourself what was it worth?





Was it worth the pain in the end


The agony of comparing ever soul


To the one you had to let go of?








2.)


I glow like New York City,


And burn like the desert,


I’m just as blind as the love I’m chasing





I shine like the stars above,


And fall when they die


Only to realize love is just another lie





Blazing like the sun


Burning like a candle


…Time is fading…





I crash like the waves


Drink up the shore


Over and over, no more





Like a record player


The same beat


The same tune





All I’m asking for


Is something new

Two things i wrote...?
good,keep up the good work.


i like it
Reply:thats really goodd!

my horses

Can someone please revise this poem to make sure it clicks?

It is a haiku so if you want to change words remember the 5-7-5 syllable pattern. It is about Germany, Hitler and World War II. I am doing this for english extra credit so if you please do your best.





PS please don't copy this I created it NOT you and I would like to keep it that way





The end of World War


Not to be known as the first


Inflicted pain strikes





Dragging onwards till


Adolf Hitler came to reign


Seized upon the Jew





None were permitted


Burned by the Star of David


Pulling forth its’ past





Concentration camps


Gassing children, gassing babes


Smoking furnace blaze





Dug all on your own


Shot down in the air and pushed


Mass graves haunt the sight





Work is liberty


Tanks dug beneath the wounded


Gone for good, for life





Not long forgotten


History should not repeat


Genocidal weep








thank you,


em

Can someone please revise this poem to make sure it clicks?
I liked it a lot.





I do think there could be more use of WWII terminology though. Panzer. Blitzkreig. Patton. Himmler. Goehring. Luftwaffe. i think these might be neat words to tie in and use if you can.





Maybe if you did some research you could put in some of the vivid images and sounds, people and places that could really bring that time into ours.





For example I know the missiles they dropped on Great Britain made a particular sound. Or tanks rumbling. Or the sound of marching.





Also, I believe it is haiku to include some seasonal references. Maybe there could be some in this poem? Is it all wintery? Or does "hope spring eternal" as they say? Or fall when the leaves die?





Good work though. I enjoyed reading your poem. Thanks.
Reply:Very good! You write fabulous poems and I'm sure that NOBODY would dare copy your poem it is something YOU worked hard on and YOU get ALL the credit.

Need a name (show & barn)?

just bought my own horse (finally!) from a rescue. 2 y/o QH filly, chestnut with a white blaze. pic at http://www.ac4h.com/Phyllis.htm





nothing wrong with her name just she's getting a new chance and a new life i would like her to have a new name (i don't think it quite suits her as is) - any suggestions??





some i have come up with are:


southern belle (NOT after Eight Belles)


wishing star


northern star


mayflower


junebug


pretty little junebug


all that jazz


jazzy lady


beauty from ashes


peek-a-boo gal


little ladybug








anybody have any other ideas? i saw someone had posted a website with horse names but i can't access the website....

Need a name (show %26amp; barn)?
Majestic Rose (Either Majesty or Rose for short)


( Your name)'s Little Lady (Lady)


***I love Pretty Little Junebug that is so cute****





She looked so skinny when you got her, she looks so good now nice and furry LOL. Thank you for having the heart to adopt a horse they all need loving homes. Good luck on your name hunt.
Reply:if you are thinking of show names...there is many cute ones but we need the sires and dams names to figure some out.


but here are some cute ones i have herd of but not used:


-cool yur cookies


-skips ahoy


-to hot to trot


-all fancied up


-slightly designed


-slightly cooled


-terrificaly fine


those r just some (sorry for my spelling)








if you are just wanting a barn name then i would go with some human names..how would you feel if your names was northern star?


-lilly


-betty


-jackie


-miley


-faith


-monique


-wilma


-zoey


-hannah


-lou-lou


-vanity


-annie


-keebler


-dotty


-molly





good luck!!!
Reply:Barn Names: Blaze, Lady, Cheyanne, Lilly, Lassie, May, Missy, Mersea, Faith, Tutti, Angel, Halo, Alicia.





Show Names: Blazing Beauty, Lady Like, Cheyanne River, Lilly White, Little Lassie, Miss May, Missy So Prissy, Have Mersea, Leap Of Faith, Tutti Frutti, Amazing Angel, Heavenly Halo, Alright Alicia.
Reply:Southern Belle is nice..


here are some others:





Candy Apple- Candy





Little Belle- Belle





Belle Girl- Belle





Bella Beauty or Belle beauty- Beauty, Belle or Bella





Moon Shadow- Shadow or Moony





Lil Chestnut filly- Chessy or Filly





Chessy girl- Chessy





My Jess girl- Jessy





Jessy flower- Jessy





My Chestnut Flower- Flower, Chessy or ....





Shooting star- Star





Starlight- Star





Star Shadow- Star or Shadow





Brownies and Milk- Brownie





Starlight Star Bright- Star or Starlight





Baby Girl- Baby





Baby Belle- Belle or Baby





Desert Dawn- Dawn





In The Wind- Wind





Rusty girl- Rusty





Rebel Lady- Lady





Morning Glory- Glory





Roamin Rebel- Rebel





Bitty Babe- Bitty or Baby





Light Foot- ......





Montana's Pride- Montana





Pretty lil Phylly- Phyllis or Phylly





Btw very pretty pony she looks like shes got alot of potential!!





and yay for rescue ponys...good job!!!
Reply:Hmm. Well here are a few I came up with


Bellefire


Sweetpea


Winnie


Blazing berry


Rosy blue


Bumble bee


Candy apple


OR..





Here is a web site you can go to with all kinds of horse names!





http://www.horses-and-horse-information....


GOOD LUCK!
Reply:Pretty Little Lady


--Lady--


Star Catcher


--Star--


It Takes Two To Tango


--Tango--


Fancy Footwork


--Fancy--











www.freewebs.com/horse-show-names/othe...


www.the-horse-site.com/horse-name/


www.moniteausaddleclub.com/horse_names...
Reply:I think you should name it "Joy" and if you need a show name, name her "Jump for Joy" It's the best name for a horse that beautiful
Reply:For some reason, I like the name;


'Tigerlily' for a barn name, and


'Armful of Tigerlilies' for a show name.





Hope I helped! Good luck!
Reply:i like beauty from ashes


beauty or ashes for short





and northern (star)
Reply:Blazing Star


Autumn Breeze


Stormy Rain
Reply:I would go with Southern Belle and call her Belle for short.
Reply:I like Junebug.





For some reason, "Sweet Nothings" popped into my head, too.
Reply:lol i know this is a stinky name but its sooo fun to say-


nutter butter


ruby(show- ruby tuesday)


lily


my fair lady
Reply:I love the name Laddie





And she is a very lovely horse but the way!

What do u think of my poem?

the assingment is create 2 short(10 lines) poems based on spiders or stars, 1 scientific free verse stating facts.....and 1 poetic..... i wnt to get a good grade....this is the poetic 1....cause the scientific 1 is boring and too ez.....i accpet all comments.....good or bad:





Shinning Stars





As I stare into the night sky





Little twinkles catch my eye





A little spec in the dark





A shining, shining little spark





Cloudless, blazing, burning bright





Illuminating up the night





The spirits of peasants, scholars and kings





Looking down on all living things





The very things of ancient lore





Giving light, forevermore

What do u think of my poem?
Not bad, thought i was reading the rhyme to twinkle twinkle little star for awhile.
Reply:very nice :)


i love poetry
Reply:minted lol!
Reply:very nice


hope u get a very good grade


=]
Reply:yo! That was good and no offense just telling u that it doesn't seem to talk about spiders or creepy things I was sort of dreamy like when u compared it to the night sky- but I liked it it was good for a guy?- I guess. Well don't listen to the mean comments those other people say I loved it!

What is your dream wedding? and song that place. And the father daughter song that you would (did) dance too.?

Mine is Outside. My brides maids are on chestnut all with blazes on their face) arabians with pink lace in their manes, and His side is on bay arabians with the (star on their forehead) and I would be on a dapple grey arabian, and he would be on a black arabian with a blaze and four white socks.


and The ring and flower girl would be on a paint arabian.





I would love a daughter dance but no father to give this bride away.

What is your dream wedding? and song that place. And the father daughter song that you would (did) dance too.?
How about a grandfather or someone who has been a father figure in your life that you could dance with for the father daughter dance. The old saying is "Anyone can be a father but it takes a special man to be a DADDY". This tends to be true in so many peoples lives. If you have that daddy figure then Daddy's Hands by: Holly Dunn is a wonderful song to dance to.
Reply:i totally agree with the first answer, but the perfect song would be butterfly kisses. As for your dream wedding, sounds spendy, but hey if you want it get it! personally I have always LOVED cinderella, therefore i will be having the puffy dress, the horse drawn carriage (my parents raise miniature ponies and have an old fashioned buggy) and my hubby to be will be wearing a white tux. the bridesmaids will have a pinkish color dress, and there will be no ring bearer or flower girl. our son will be in the wedding, giving his father and mother the rings to unite our family and become one"

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Just wrote first love song is it alright?

normally not my thing but i thought id try a happy song for a change





p.s. sorry if this ruins the song but essentially the whole thing is about sex


the gathering storm in the 5th verse is her orgasm and the last two verses are the lying in bed afterwards





please for the love of god dont ask what inspired this











scratch


and bite


and claw your way


inside of me





kick


and fight


draw your battle lines


in the sand





submit me to your command x 2





burn


like the fire


like the embers


that blaze in your eyes





you rise


like the sun


you could never deny


what you are





the midnight star





scream out the name of your lover


from the depths of the gathering storm


let the lightning and thunder surround you


grasp the rose by the thorn





breathe


be still


and calm as the wind


in the east





sleep


and dream


you could never be less


than you are





my morning star

Just wrote first love song is it alright?
I'm not sure about your relationship but love doesn't necessarily have to do with sex.

Psychopathic Trading Cards? They look like Yu-Gi-Oh cards?

In deviantart.com I found a few Jokers Cards (The Wraith, Carnival of Carnage, The Great Milenko) and some Psychopathic artist such as ABK[Any Body Killa], Violent J, Shaggy 2 Dope, Tech Nine [Tech N9ne], Blaze Ya Dead Homie [Blaze], Esham [The Unholy/The Boogieman], Jumpsteady [Evil Dead], Madrox [Jamie Madrox of Twiztid], Monoxide Child [of Twiztid] and a card called "6 Have Risen" referring to the Jokers cards fallwing. I was just wondering if anybody has ever found anymore of these cards specifically The Riddle Box but I would like to have them all if you could find them. Here are the links to view them


http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i307/S...


It will star you at ABK find the rest in my album. Thanx Juggalos and Juggaletes MMFWCL

Psychopathic Trading Cards? They look like Yu-Gi-Oh cards?
dude that is awesome where can i get some i love tech n9ne
Reply:what are you talking about? This is hip hop

Brothers 20th birthday!!!HELP?

my brothers 20th birthday is on the 16th of may..and my parents and i havent figured out wut to give him yet...i want it to be REALLy special and out of the ordinary!!





here are his favorite movies: Pulp Fiction, The Godfather I and II, Goodfellas, Lord of the Rings Trilogy, Hero, Gladiator, Reservoir Dogs, Batman, The Matrix, Lock Stock and Two Smoking Barrels, Snatch, Blazing Saddles, Casablanca, High Noon, Enter the Dragon, Game of Death





and his FAVORITE funk bands: James Brown. Tower of Power, Average White Band, George Clinton, Parliament Funkadelic, Kool and the Gang, Curtis Mayfield, Rick James





He also really enjoys comedy!!!








Please help me!! BEST ANSWER WILL GET 10 POINTS, 5 STARS, and WONDERFUL REVIEW

Brothers 20th birthday!!!HELP?
Get him a Wii

Just wrote a love song (honest opinion please)?

its called midnight star








scratch


and bite


and claw your way


inside of me





kick


and fight


draw your battle lines


in the sand





submit me to your command x 2





burn


like the fire


like the embers


that blaze in your eyes





you rise


like the sun


you could never deny


what you are





the midnight star





scream out the name of your lover


from the depths of the gathering storm


let the lightning and thunder surround you


grasp the rose by the thorn





breathe


be still


and whisper to me in the dark





sleep


and dream


you could never be less


than you are





my morning star











sorry if this ruins the song but essentially the song is about sex


the gathering storm is her orgasm





please for the love of god dont ask what inspired this

Just wrote a love song (honest opinion please)?
This isn't a "love song". This is a song of passion and fulfillment.





The lyrics are good, but (like the moment) it takes awhile to build. You may consider retooling the opening, or you may leave it since it chronicles your personal moment and you may not want to change anything.
Reply:Okay first thing:





*it was kinda cool but if ur goona talk about sex be more open because at first i had NO idea what u were talking about
Reply:ha, i would have never known this song was about sex, if you didn't tell me :D it's very artistic, but if you really want it to be about sex, be a little more open. :)

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Poll:is this poem alright??

When consciousness came back, he found he lay


Between the opposing fires, but could not tell


On which hand were his friends; and either way


For him to turn was chancy -- bullet and shell


Whistling and shrieking over him, as the glare


Of searchlights scoured the darkness to blind day.


He scrambled to his hands and knees ascare,


Dragging his wounded foot through puddled clay,


And tumbled in a hole a shell had scooped


At random in a turnip-field between


The unseen trenches where the foes lay cooped


Through that unending battle of unseen


Dead-locked, league-stretching armies; and quite spent


He rolled upon his back within the pit,


And lay secure, thinkng of all it meant -


His lying in that little hole, sore hit,


But living, while across the starry sky


Shrapnel and shell went screeching overhead -


Of all it meant that he, Tom Dodd, should lie


Among the Belgian turnips, while his bed...


If it were he, indeed, who'd climbed each night,


Fagged with the day's work, up the narrow stair,


And slipt his clothes off in the candle-light,


Too tired to fold them neatly in a chair


The way his mother'd taught him - too dog-tired


After the long day's serving in the shop,


Inquiring what each customer required,


Politiely talking weather, fit to drop...





And now for fourteen days and nights, at least,


He hadn't had his clothes off, and had lain


In muddy trenches, napping like a beast


With one eye open, under sun and rain


And that unceasing hell-fire...








It was strange


How things turned out - the changes! You'd just got


To take your luck in life, you couln't change


Your luck.








And so here he was lying shot


Who just six months ago had thought to spend


His days behind a counter. Still, perhaps...


And now, God only knew how he would end!








He'd like to know haw many of the chaps


Had won back to the trench alive, when he


Had fallen wounded and been left for dead,


If any! ...








This was different, certainly,


From selling knots of tape and reels of thread


And knots of tape and reels of thread and knots


Of tape and reels of thread and knots of tape,


Day in, day out, and answering "Have you got" 's


And "Do you keep" 's till there seemed no escape


From everlasting serving in a shop,


Inquiring what each customer required,


Politely talking weather, fit to drop,


With swollen ankles, tired...








But he was tired


Now. Every bone was aching, and had ached


For fourteen days and nights in that wet trench -


Just duller when he slept than when he waked -


Crouching for shelter from the steady drench


Of shell and shrapnel...








That old trench, it seemed


Almost like home to him. He'd slept and fed


And sung and smoked in it, while shrapnel screamed


Harmless, at least, as far as he...








But Dick -


Dick hadn't found them harmless yesterday,


At breakfast, when he'd said he couldn't stick


Eating dry bread, and crawled out the back way,


And brought them butter in a lordly dish -


Butter enough for all, and held it high,


Yellow and fresh and clean as you would wish -


When plump upon the plate from out the sky


A shell fell bursting... Where the butter went,


God only knew!...








And Dick... He dared not think


Of what had come to Dick... or what it meant -


The shrieking and the whistling and the stink


He'd lived in fourteen days and nights. 'Twas luck


That he still lived . .. And queer how little then


He seemed to care that Dick... perhaps 'twas pluck


That hardened him -- a man among the men -


Perhaps... Yet, only think things out a bit,


And he was rabbit-livered, blue with funk!


And he'd liked Dick... and yet when Dick was hit,


He hadn't turned a hair. The meanest skunk


He should have thought would feel it when his mate


Was blown to smithereens -- Dick, proud as punch,


Grinning like sin, and holding up the plate -


But he had gone on munching his dry hunch,


Unwinking, will he swallowed the last crumb.


Perhaps 'twas just because he dared not let


His mind run upon Dick, who'd been his chum.


He dared not now, though he could not forget.








Dick took his luck. And, life or death, 'twas luck


From first to last; and you'd just got to trust


Your luck and grin. It wasn't so much pluck


As knowing that you'd got to, when needs must,


And better to die grinning...








Quiet now


Had fallen on the night. On either hand


The guns were quiet. Cool upon his brow


The quiet darkness brooded, as he scanned


The starry sky. He'd never seen before


So many stars. Although, of course, he'd known


That there were stars, somehow before the war


He'd never realised them -- so thick-sown,


Millions and millions. Serving in the shop,


Stars didn't count for much; and then at nights


Strolling the pavements, dull and fit to drop,


You didn't see much but the city lights.


He'd never in his life seen so much sky


As he'd seen this last fortnight. It was queer


The things war taught you. He'd a mind to try


To count the stars -- they shone so bright and clear.








One, two, three, four... Ah, God, but he was tired...


Five, six, seven, eight...








Yes, it was number eight.


And what was the next thing that she required?


(Too bad of customers to come so late,


At closing time!) Again within the shop


He handled knots of tape and reels of thread,


Politely talking weather, fit to drop...








When once again the whole sky overhead


Flared blind with searchlights, and the shriek of shell


And scream of shrapnel roused him. Drowsily


He stared about him, wondering. Then he fell


Into deep dreamless slumber.








..........








He could see


Two dark eyes peeping at him, ere he knew


He was awake, and it again was day -


An August morning, burning to clear blue.


The frightened rabbit scuttled...








Far away,


A sound of firing... Up there, in the sky


Big dragon-flies hung hovering... Snowballs burst


About them... Flies and snowballs. With a cry


He crouched to watch the airmen pass -- the first


That he'd seen under fire. Lord, that was pluck -


Shells bursting all about them -- and what nerve!


They took their chance, and trusted to their luck


At such a dizzy height to dip and swerve,


Dodging the shell-fire...








Hell! but one was hit,


And tumbling like a pigeon, plump...








Thank Heaven,


It righted, and then turned; and after it


The whole flock followed safe -- four, five, six, seven,


Yes, they were all there safely. They deserved,


Even if they were Germans... 'Twas no sin


To wish them luck. Think how that beggar swerved


Just in the nick of time!








He, too, must try


To win back to the lines, though, likely as not,


He'd take the wrong turn: but he couldn't lie


Forever in that hungry hole and rot,


He'd got to take his luck, to take his chance


Of being sniped by foes or friends. He'd be


With any luck in Germany or France


Or Kingdom-come, next morning...








Drearily


The blazing day burnt over him, shot and shell


Whistling and whining ceaselessly. But light


Faded at last, and as the darkness fell


He rose, and crawled away into the night.

Poll:is this poem alright??
Wow...I have to say I enjoyed that greatly. You're more than a fine poet. Although, I was expecting something a little different from someone with a avatar of Hendrix.





But please keep writing and posting your poems here. This one was amazing. I honestly am out of constructive critizisms to give.
Reply:I LIKE IT
Reply:I will tell you this: IT'S LONG. And it's pretty impressive.
Reply:its long.


but its quite good.


i like the last verse.


and the rhyme scheme you used.


a good war poem.
Reply:no...this is not a poem..
Reply:Terrific! Did you write that?





ETA: You should submit that to Atlantic Monthly or the New Yorker. It's worth publishing.
Reply:Wow that poem was really good, you have talent
Reply:That was very good
Reply:You would be wise not to post this on the internet until you have applied for and received a copyright through the Library of Congress. It could be stolen and used by someone else. Please consider what I've said.





I'm published and know what I'm talking about.

Fire Chant...another wild poem! My first!?

Fire, fire, burning bright,


light the secrets of the Night!


Burn high, burn low,


make the very mountains glow!


While the rivers run with flame,


you will devour everything!


Forests will burn, trees will fall.


Smoke shall arise to choak the sky,


obscure the moon and black the stars.


Shadows will dance before your light,


the world will blaze up with your might!


Oh fire, fire burning bright,


Light the secrets of the Night!





-Copyright by Sloane J. 2005





(my first poem ever!)





What do you think?

Fire Chant...another wild poem! My first!?
You've chosen to write in couplets, which unless you use enjambment of lines, will make your poem sound a little "rhymy"...if you read your poem out loud you'll hear what I mean. Next, you've kept your pattern throughout the poem with the exception of the lines ending with "fall", "sky" and "stars"...and these three lines stand out sharply because they are both an odd number and they don't rhyme. The next item to bring to your attention is the fact you rhymed the last four lines...or two couplets that rhyme with each other...what this does is overwhelm the ear, especially since you didn't use enjambment...each line is hard stopped in a rhyme.





So, if this is your very first poem, it's not bad, it's a beginning. If you apply the lessons learned from this one to the next one, it was worth it. Your use of language shows potential, but you need to start looking at where you can improve. Try to avoid couplets unless two lines need to make a specific point (which is why sonnets use them at the end), and if/when you do, ensure you soften the rhyme by creating as much distance between the rhymed words and try to use enjambment of lines. If you're wondering what "enjambment" means, here's an example of hard end-stopped rhymes, followed by enjambed lines:





Fire, fire, burning bright


light the secrets of the night





and





Fire, fire, burning as bright


as any sun expressed its light





Do you see where the second example ran "bright" into "as"? When you see an enjambed line put together with the line below it, it makes a single sentence (or at least completes the sentence/phrase started in the first line) that contains an "internal rhyme" now because there is no longer a line break separating the two lines...like this:





Fire, fire, burning as bright as any sun expressed its light.





If you choose to write four lines with the same rhyme word, try to make it part of a poem that alternates aaba, aaaa, aaba, etc. If you want an example, look up the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam by Fitzgerald.





So, I think you're on the right track...keep writing, keep submitting, and keep editing...the hardest part is behind you.
Reply:a good poem,


you might consider maintaining a throughout flow in style and rhythm, particularly from seventh line onwards
Reply:Well, it's good but like Kevin said it needs some work. I like it. Keep writing. You have good ideas.

Top 10 Hottest Producers (gimme ur list)????

1. TIMBALAND- After rebounding from the 2001 tragedy of


Aaliyah's death, Timbo hit the game HARD reminding us of


the "Timbaland/Missy" era in the mid/late nineties. THE


BEST in the game.


2. KANYE WEST- I'm going on a limb and puttin Ye at #2 cuz


think he's bout 2 hit us with some s*** (have u heard


"Stronger"...wow)


3. THE NEPTUNES/PHARRELL- No need for an explanation...all I can sayis if ur not a Star Trak believer cop "Hell Hath No Fury".


4. SWIZZ BEATZ- If u dont like Swizzy, ur gonna have 2 deal


becuz he's in the game to stay....sorry.


5. SCOTT STORCH- I dont like dude personally (I think he


bites his style from Timbo %26amp; Lil' Jon) but he's hot.


6. MANNIE FRESH- makes those classic southern bangers


7. JUST BLAZE- his samples %26amp; his bass kicks are fire


8. THE ALCHEMIST- The white boy is nasty.


9. POLOW DA DON- the up %26amp; coming star producer did


songs like "Get Buck", "Throw Some D's" %26amp; "Like This"


10. JERMAINE DUPRI

Top 10 Hottest Producers (gimme ur list)????
1. Dilla


2. Pete Rock


3. RZA


4. Preemo


5. the Ummah


6. J Murdock


7. Dr. who dat?


8. Madlib


9. Kanye


10, EL-P





my list is the best!!!!!!!!!
Reply:1.Scott Storch


2.Timbaland


3.Lil Jon


4.Jazzy Pha


5.Kanye West


6.Swizz Beats


7.Mannie Fresh


8.The Neptunes


9.Lil' J


10.Eminem
Reply:Timothy Mosley for the first 8 on the list.


Robert Kelly


Andre Young





All the rest are sheep.





3000+ watts in the trunk.
Reply:how can you talk about great producers and NOT mention primo, jay dee or pete rock? that's unacceptable





1.J.Dilla


2.DJ Premier


3.Pete Rock


4.Dr Dre


5.Marley Marl


6.Timberland


7.RZA


8.Kanye West (YES kanye)


9.Trackmasters


10.Scott Storch





actually those are just my favorites. top 10? i don't know much about producers to claim who's top 10.
Reply:1-TIMBO


2-DR DRE


3-SCOTT STORCH


4-KOOL %26amp;DRE


5-JAZZE PHA


6-NITTI BEAT


7-GREEN LANTERN


8-.....


9-...


10-...
Reply:can't forget DJ Premier
Reply:dr. dre


pharrell


kanye west


timbaland


scott storch


jermaine dupri


rick rubin


swizz beatz


rockwilder


hi tek


the alchemist


just blaze
Reply:1.Dr Dre


2. DJ Premier


3.Kanye West


4.MF Doom


5.Rick Rock


6.Mannie Fresh


7.Timbaland


8.Just Blaze


9.Pete Rock


10.The Alchemist


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Reply:1.Pharrell


2.Just Blaze


3.Scott Storch


4.Kanye West


5.Dj Khaled


6.Polow Da Don


7.Doug E. Fresh


8.Swizz Beatz


9.P.Diddy


10.Nick Cannon
Reply:Take Timbo off the list. hes not ORIGINAL he copies so many people works, search see on you tube.


1- Storch


2- Dre


3- Fresh


4-Aye


5-Blaze


6- Alchemst
Reply:eminem


dre


scott storch


timba land those r all i really kno alot about
Reply:No one was better than George Martin and Nick Lowe.
Reply:all I can say is DRE the best in the game thats fo show
Reply:My top three are J-Dilla, Dj Premier, and Dre. In no particular order. Damn Alchemist is way down your list though

R U prepared?

"I turned around to see the voice that was speaking to me. And when I turned I saw seven golden lampstands, and among the lampstands was someone 'like a son of man,' dressed in a robe reaching down to his feet and with a golden sash around his chest. His head and hair were white like wool, as white as snow, and his eyes were like blazing fire. His feet were like bronze glowing in a furnace, and his voice was like the sound of rushing waters. In his right hand he held seven stars, and out of his mouth came a sharp double-edged sword. His face was like the sun shining in all its brilliance."


(Revelation 1: 12-17)





I started at the end of the Bible for the key Scripture this week, but ask that you go back to the book of Daniel (beginning; Old Testament) and check out 7: 9-13; 8: 17-19; Ezekiel 1: 24- 28; 12: 28; and Luke 21: 22-32 (middle; New Testament). It should be evident to anyone who can read that His WORD IS ETERNAL and it applies to all generations; it is a NOW WORD! His WORD was written by supernatural (Holy Spirit) inspiration (2 Timothy 3: 16,17) and God KNEW the end from the beginning. All that is written is TRUTH; it will be fulfilled as it is written.





In Ezekiel 1: 26 and Revelation 1: 13, 14, Jesus was revealed (by vision) as "one like a son of man" and Jesus made reference to Himself as the "Son of Man" in Matthew 26: 64; Luke 21: 27; and John 1: 51. In Ezekiel 1: 27, 28 the GLORY of the Lord appeared like fire and brilliant light. Daniel also saw (by vision) a throne, its wheels, and a river of flaming fire (7: 9, 10). In Revelation 1: 13, 14 His white hair indicates His wisdom and divine nature; His blazing eyes symbolize judgment of all evil; the golden sash reveals Him as the High Priest who goes into God’s presence to obtain forgiveness of sin for those who have believed in Him. The sword in Jesus' mouth symbolizes the POWER and FORCE of His Gospel message (Isaiah 49: 2; Hebrews 4:12).





All these Scriptures indicate that we are in the "last days" and they assure us of a time when we all must stand before almighty God and give an account of our lives; no one escapes this time of judgment. But, you also need to see that Jesus appeared in GLORY and SPLENDOR (Rev. 1: 17, 18), giving all who believe and trust in Him the assurance that we don’t have to FEAR death or hell because Jesus holds the KEYS to both! In Habakkuk 2: 2-4 God reveals that our "time of preparation' has not changed from what He told Habakkuk many centuries ago, "I WILL work out My plans in My perfect timing."





For all of you who believe Jesus Christ died for you and you claim Him as Lord of your life, Holy Spirit has this word of encouragement as you walk in Jesus’ footsteps each day; despite the evil and injustice that appears to have the upper hand:


"Be patient! I WILL bring you out from the weights and pressures of unfinished projects and difficulties. With vigor and changeless power I WILL complete the tasks set before you and make you steady and strong in faith. Since first the vision was given, I have been at work getting you into shape for the next phase but you keep trying to mold yourself into the shape of your own ideal. Let Me put you on My potter’s wheel and whirl you and mold you as I like and as surely as I AM GOD, the end product will be perfect! On time! Do not lose hope. TRUST Me. I AM the Purifier, the Refiner, and the Finisher!"


My question this week: “Are you prepared?”

R U prepared?
Born Again, James D. Albright








I, James D. Albright was born again in the spring of 1991 when I was sitting on the couch in my house. As I was saying to myself, "Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ and thou shalt be saved" Jesus Christ manifested Himself to me in His Spirit and I was completely surrounded by His super joy. As I was experiencing His super joy He revealed to me that the super joy was because of holiness and I thought to myself that this is what everybody wants. Exactly at that moment I saw a vision of my own eyes opening and what looked like a double helix enter my body through the top of my head. Jesus Christ's joy, which surrounded me, began bubbling with in me. At that time I did not understand what was happening, since no one had taught me about the baptism of the Holy Spirit; so I stood up to see if His joy, which is one of the fruits of His Holy Spirit, would go away. His joy remained and continues today! What I saw in the vision was the baptism of His Holy Spirit of promise by Jesus Christ from His throne in heaven, which took place at exactly the moment I had believed. Then I saw a vision of what looked like the glitter of sunlight reflecting on top of wind blown water, but with out the water, about three feet above the floor, every where in the room. I had just been saved and as a result of experiencing His super joy inside of me I said out loud, "Wow, if this is what being saved is like this is great". I then left my house and went to a construction site where I was building an addition. As soon as I got out of my truck Jesus Christ's Holy Spirit empowered me, just as it occurred on Pentecost, and I began witnessing through His Holy Spirit to the workers on the job site. I knew then that I had just been saved by Jesus Christ. It was later, as I was reading the scripture: (Phil 4:5) Let your forbearing spirit be known to all men. The Lord is near, that the Holy Spirit opened up my understanding that the double helixes that I saw enter me in the vision was when Jesus baptized me with His Holy Spirit. As Jesus Christ wrote to us: (Eph 1:13-14) In Him, you also, after listening to the message of truth, the gospel of your salvation-- having also believed, you were sealed in Him with the Holy Spirit of promise, {14} who is given as a pledge of our inheritance, with a view to the redemption of God's own possession, to the praise of His glory. I then realized that the vision I saw of my eyes opening was exactly the moment when I had believed and received Jesus’ salvation. (2 Cor 6:2) for He says, "AT THE ACCEPTABLE TIME I LISTENED TO YOU, AND ON THE DAY OF SALVATION I HELPED YOU"; behold, now is "THE ACCEPTABLE TIME," behold, now is "THE DAY OF SALVATION". When Jesus Christ baptizes us with His Holy Spirit He seals us in Him for the day of the resurrection of the righteous, which can never be lost since His seed is imperishable. (1 Pet 1:3-5) Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who according to His great mercy has caused us to be born again to a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, {4} to obtain an inheritance which is imperishable and undefiled and will not fade away, reserved in heaven for you, {5} who are protected by the power of God through faith for a salvation ready to be revealed in the last time.


With respect to the visions Jesus showed me on the day He saved me; He teaches us in 1Cor 13:8-12, that visions and all spiritual gifts will be present until we are face to face with Jesus, which occurs when Jesus returns, which is also when our resurrection takes place and marks the beginning of the perfect. As it is written: (1 Cor 13:8-12) Love never fails; but if there are gifts of prophecy, they will be done away; if there are tongues, they will cease; if there is knowledge, it will be done away. {9} For we know in part, and we prophesy in part; {10} but when the perfect comes, the partial will be done away. {11} When I was a child, I used to speak as a child, think as a child, reason as a child; when I became a man, I did away with childish things. {12} For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face; now I know in part, but then I shall know fully just as I also have been fully known. Jesus still manifests His heavenly gifts as He testified to us by the visions He showed me when He saved me. AMEN!!! (John 3:16) "For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish, but have eternal life.
Reply:do you actualy read this because if you did you would see the metaphors.





R U prepared??


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Help on my Java code

Is this any good?

Lorena,


I opened my eyes and looked around me. Something was wrong. My head split in pain as the world spun. Each individual rectangle that covered the walls was doubled on top of itself in my blurred vision. Rectangles. I tried to force myself to focus on an individual rectangle, begging the room to stay still. But the room continued to spin, spiraling into unconscious darkness.


…


Why can I never finish a stupid Sudoku? I mean, it should have been simple enough, the numbers one through nine in every row, column, and box with no repeats. But it wasn’t simple enough. Nothing ever was in calculus. Especially when you were a junior at sixteen, but that’s what I got for being “smart”. But this had nothing to do with calculus, so why was Mrs. Brassington making us do it? Her distaste for me was almost tangible as she looked down for an awkward moment over my shoulder. Then, in sudden realization of an error unapparent to me, her lips curled into a smile.


“You have two three’s in this column.” She coughed, placing a gnarled finger on my paper. Did she ever clip her nails? Her voice was filled with triumph over my failure. Is it legal for a teacher to want you to fail? Ouch. My head was throbbing as I tried to fight my way through the maze of boxes and columns.


Finally, the bell rang and released me from my numbered prison. Whoever thought that first period calculus was an ok thing was defiantly on something. I reached into my bag and grabbed an aspirin. It had become a daily post-calculus ritual. I never did think that they did anything, but it was the only help the doctor offered for my headaches. Actually, that trip to the doctor had been the first responsible thing that my dad had done for me sense my moving in with him three weeks ago.


He wasn’t the most responsible of men, especially seeing as how he left when I was seven. That was the thing, it hurt bad enough when your dad just up and left, but it was even worse when you could remember the day that he was simply gone. It was one of those things that was hard to forget. What made it even worse was that as much as I loved my mom, I couldn’t stand that she wouldn’t divorce him afterward. She said that she loved him, that she knew he would come back. Well she was right, he did. Not that she was alive to see the day. So there I was, stuck on the outskirts of Denver with first period calculus, a killer headache, and prescription aspirin that did squat.


“Lorena?” I cringed. Yet another reason I wasn’t my dad’s biggest fan. Who came up with a name like Lorena? If he was going to go with something long and stuffy that should have died with the corset, couldn’t he have picked something more regal? Like Victoria or Elizabeth? Not that I wanted to be an English queen or anything, but still… Lorena? When I was eleven, I vowed to myself that I would change my name the moment I turned eighteen. But I couldn’t now, Mom had loved it. She said it made me sound intelligent, classy, and confident. I always thought it made me sound like a saint come back from the dead.


“Uh, it’s Lorie.” I said, realizing what an awkward pause I had taken while contemplating my passionate dislike for my name. I swallowed the two aspirin dry, put the half-empty bottle back in my bag, and turned around to see who the voice belonged to. Immediately I wished I hadn’t.


It was Roman, Roman… well I didn’t know his last name. However, I did know that this was not good and I desperately wanted to walk away. The poor guy had been hitting on me since my first day. Not that he wasn’t cute or anything, I just didn’t like him. He was just too… happy. He always had this goofy smile on his face. Even after first period calculus. Who smiles after first period calculus? On top of that, I think he actually showered in Old Spice. You could smell him from five feet away. I had always thought that Old Spice smelled like the air freshener in the grocery store bathroom in back in Rhode Island. That part of it made me miss my mom and our old apartment even more than I already did. The rest of it just made me nauseous.


“I know I know, but I like Lorena. It’s pretty.” His face split open into his ridiculously annoying smile. He pushed his florescent blonde hair out of his face, forcing me to look into his sincere green eyes. Was I missing something? He seemed especially ecstatic today… if that was even possible.


“Oh, hey Roman.” Tried to match his excitement and failed pathetically.


“What’s up?” and he sounded like he was actually interested. I was so distracted by that smile it took me longer than it should have to respond. He probably thought I was impaired or something.


“My head hurts.” Why did I say that? I should have just said fine. It was curt and to the point with little room for comment. I had to suffocate this conversation before it happened.


“I know, Mrs. Brassington is killer.” Too late.


“Yup.” There, that reply was a lot better than the last one. Hopefully if I stuck with one-word sentences from here on out, he would run out of things to say soon.


“So I was wondering,” My whole body tensed at his phrase. Roman couldn’t be asking me out could he? I couldn’t bare the thought of being the one who broke the happy kid. I couldn’t shoot down that innocent face. But there was no way I could last an entire evening with this guy either. I squirmed, an evening with Roman; the thought was painful. What was I going to say? Would he buy it if I to pretended to pass out right here? Wait, then everyone would think that I passed out because I couldn’t believe that he had asked me. I would rather have gone on the date than have every body think that. My mind flashed through images of us having diner, going to a movie movie, bowling… maybe passing out was a good plan. I looked up at Roman ready to hear the unthinkable question. For some reason he looked weird. I starred at his face in confusion. Why did he look so odd? I started to scan from top to bottom, trying to find an abnormality. Finally, I realized that I couldn’t see his teeth and his smile had faded into a grin. That was a first. But why wasn’t he smiling anymore? Then suddenly it dawned on me that he was searching my face, waiting for me to say something. He had already asked me and I didn’t hear him in my plan for escape.


“Oh. Um, I’m really sorry Roman but I’m busy that night. I’m gonna have to pass.” I really hoped that he hadn’t said ‘tonight’ or ‘sometime’ because then my reply would have sounded really awkward. I looked into his eyes trying to see if I should have been more harsh instead of making him think that he even had a chance. But he just looked confused. Not hurt confused, but like he really didn’t understand. What an ego. Could he not see that I just wasn’t interested? After a moment of him staring at me, waiting for me to explain or take it back he finally said,


“Um… That’s ok. I can just get the notes from Kelsey then. But thanks.” He flashed his pearly whites one more time then walked away. Wait. Notes? Oh no. Had Roman had been absent the day before? I couldn’t remember. I didn’t remember him sitting next to me. But I would usually purposely avoid him.


I stood, staring at the place where Roman had been. Why had I been so convinced he was asking me out? Maybe he hadn’t been hitting on me. Maybe he was just nice. Nobody was that nice just to be nice were they? It was strangely quiet. Looking around myself I realized the hall was empty. Had the bell rang? I had been ready to throw myself to the floor to avoid a date I wasn’t even being asked on, when I could have just said I needed to get to class. For a long moment I just let it sink in what a perpetual idiot I was.


“Where are you supposed to be?” The voice made me jump, looking toward it’s source there was a teacher standing next to me. Well, I had never seen him before, so I guess I couldn’t have really known he was a teacher. But de didn’t look like a traffic cop so teacher was a safe assumption.


“Oh, Mr. Poland’s English. I looked at my watch to see that it was five minutes into the period.


“Well, would love to just send you off,” Oh no. Was this guy actually going to do something?


Jerk.


“but we have rules here, and you are expected to be in class when the bell rings. So as much as I hate to do so, I’m goanna have to have to send you to the DAC.”


Oh, the Disciplinary Assessment Center. Great. My first trip to the DAC was going to be for being late because I was dazed by not being asked out by a guy I didn’t like. I’d been hoping for something a little more cavalier.


“Ok then.” I laced the words with extra distaste and mal-contempt. I turned and began to walk away, not even sure of where I was going.


“Jerk.”


“Excuse me?” Was that one out loud? Oops.


“I didn’t say anything.” It sounded like a lie, even to me. But I couldn’t look at his face to see if he bought it. Then I suddenly remembered something about not making eye contact giving away that you’re a liar. I immediately looked into his eyes. They were a surprisingly bright hazel. If he wasn’t a teacher, (and a mean one at that) I might have thought he was pretty.


“Oh I heard you.” He broke my concentration. I was immediately embarrassed with myself for thinking this man had pretty potential. What was he like thirty? No, he didn’t look that old, but he was a teacher so he couldn’t have been that young. Why did I care? I could already tell that today was going to be a series of perpetually idiotic events.


“I guess I’ll be accompanying you on your trip to the DAC.” For some reason I was relieved that I wouldn’t have to ask for directions. Why couldn’t this have happened before calculus? I was missing English, one class I actually liked. I was supposed to give my speech on moral and ethical issues of today’s modern literature. Wait, why couldn’t this have just not happened? Yeah, that was a better wish to be making. Not that it mattered.


The DAC was highly misnamed. It was in no way a ‘Center’ of any kind. It was a couple teachers behind a big desk and three folding chairs against the wall. There were also some of those desks with the big walls surrounding them. They always made me feel like I had leprosy or something to deserve that level of quarantine.


Mr. … well, he had never said his name now had he? I decided that until I knew, he would be Mr. Hazel. (For Obvious reasons.) Mr. Hazel held out his hand, gesturing for me to go first. Inside the room there were two boys sitting in the folding chairs covered in black board chalk. They both had proud grins on their faces, and I was sure there was a really good story that accompanied them.


“Well hello.” Said one of the teachers behind the gargantuan metal desk; she so tiny the thing nearly swallowed her whole. She had seemed really nice until she greeted Mr. Hazel. Her words were too bright and cheery for the situation at hand. It was like she was ridiculously pleased that he had come in with new blood.


“Hello Mrs. Hart” Mr. Hazel’s reply was equally as cheery. Was I misunderstanding what DAC stood for?


“So what have we here young lady?” She spoke the words as casually as if I come asking for help with my homework. Mr. Hazel told her of our short encounter in the hall, his voice no longer cherry, he sounded really mad actually. I wasn’t that rude was I? I realized that I had called the man a jerk, but I was still taken aback by his aggressive tone.


“I see.” Mrs. Hart’s tone was nearly as scary as Mr. Hazel’s. So maybe I didn’t have the meaning of DAC confused.


“Well, have a seat and I’ll call you up in a moment to decide what we should do about this.”


“Thank you.” Mr. Hazel’s words were curt, and he was out of the room before I could even turn around. I walked over to the folding chairs and took the last empty seat. The chalk-covered boy sitting next to me sent a quick glance in my direction then turned to his friend and whispered. Quiet sinkers followed.


“Tony, Michel, here are your passes.” The second teacher held up two pink slips of paper. The two boys looked at each other, took the passes, and were gone.


I felt like I was five years old; sitting in chair by myself, waiting to be punished. After a few moments of numbly staring at the floor, my mind began to wander to what my father would say. This was not exactly going to bode well with him. The thought of him being angry with me, acting all parent-like made my blood boil. He can’t suddenly act all responsible, like he had any right at this point. He had missed his chance to be my dad; he didn’t get to start over just because Mom was gone. My eyes began to fill with tears as the rage began to boil over.


“All right, come on up.” Mrs. Hart’s voice came from across the room. I stood up and began to walk, but suddenly I was on the floor. I was dazed with confusion and my entire left arm was screaming with the pain of an intense rug-burn. There was something on my legs. When I turned to see what it was, I found that I had taken the folding chair to the ground with me. I sat for a moment in utter shock, what happened? Mrs. Hart was at my side in a flash; her voice filled with appropriate concern.


“Honey, are you ok? What happened?” She lifted the chair off of me and held my arm to help me up.


“I’m fine.” My voice wasn’t as reassuring and fine as I had wanted it to be.


“I guess I just tripped.” Ouch. Now my arm and my head hurt.


“Are you sure? … Oh! are you crying?” Oh no. My tears had spilled over. But I was almost relieved that now I had a perfectly good excuse for them, so I played along.


“Yeah, I’m sorry. It’s just my arm, but I’ll be ok.” I wiped my face with my good hand. She turned to look at my arm and her face twisted into an expression that had me concerned.


“Oh you’re bleeding!” I twisted the back of my arm toward me to get a better look. The rug-burn had broken just enough skin to draw blood from my shoulder to my elbow. It did look kind of gruesome. Looking at the floor at where I had fallen, I could see a long, thin stain from the blood. I held back a chuckle as I thought how badly that stain would scare any first-time DAC’ers in the future.


“Let’s get you to the nurse.” Mrs. Hart’s voice had a slight twinge of panic as she led me out into the hall. It was really awkward having a teacher escorting me. Were there always this many people walking around with hall passes? How embarrassing. I could feel my face turn red as we walked into the nurse’s office. I halted in the doorway; Mrs. Hart looked at me with confused eyes, and then pulled me all the way in.


Not only was I bleeding allover myself and the floor, and being escorted by a teacher half my size, but who else would be having a chat with the school nurse then Mr. Hazel. He was holding a briefcase and a large coat like he was on his way out. He turned around to see who had entered and his face twisted awkwardly as he tried to hold back an amused smile. An amused smile that would have been far too cruel for the situation.


“Gosh Betty, I didn’t want you to beat the poor girl.” His eyes flashed to mine and his smile broke loose. Jerk.


“I know, I couldn’t help it.” Mrs. Hart commented sarcastically, she obviously wasn’t nearly as amused as he was. Suddenly my arm twitched under a new wave of pain. Looking to see what has caused it, I found myself staring into Nurse Hamilton’s eyes as she smiled apologetically and motioned for me to follow her into a nearby chair.


She grabbed my right hand and placed it up against the toilet paper she had placed over my arm to keep me from bleeding allover her floor and walked across the room to grab some supplies. As I watched her search for whatever it was she wanted, I realized the room was oddly quiet. Mrs. Hart and Mr. Hazel were both staring at me. Mrs. Hart’s eyes were filled with concern as she watched, probably waiting to see my continued tears. I would have cried for her, to convince her that my tears were because of my arm, but no way would I give Mr. Hazel the satisfaction. Looking at him, his eyes were less than concerned, he seemed sickly amused with the irony. I could tell he wasn’t leaving any time soon. I mean, why would he want to miss this? Did I mention this guy was a jerk?


Nurse Hamilton returned with a bundle of bandages and a bottle of rubbing alcohol. Wait, rubbing alcohol? Maybe I would cry. She pulled away the toilet paper and poured some of the rubbing alcohol onto a large cotton square that she had pulled out of her pile of bandages. She hesitated for a moment, looking at my face. I couldn’t look back, I didn’t want to see her do it.


“This is going to sting a little.”


A little? That was a cruel understatement. I turned away and closed my eyes. My entire arm contracted painfully as she rubbed the drenched square against the raw skin. It felt like my arm was on fire as she wiped away the blood and grabbed a new square after the first one became soiled. It took her five cotton squares to sufficiently clean the wound. My arm kept slowly oozing blood as she placed a large, thick piece of gauze over my arm and taped over and around it to seal it and secure it to my arm. By the time she was done, my entire upper arm was wrapped in medical tape. The entire time, Mr. Hazel and Mrs. Hart continued to watch in awed silence.


When she finished, Nurse Hamilton said goodbye to me and Mrs. Hart and continued her conversation with Mr. Hazel. She never said his name. We got back to the DAC and I followed Mrs. Hart to the giant desk.


“Well anyway,” She looked around her desk and tried to regain her disciplinary composure.


“I’m goanna assign you three after school detentions to be served whenever you are available over the next two weeks, one Saturday detention which must be served this Saturday from nine to eleven, and thirty demerits. Wow, that seemed like an awful lot for being late to class and calling a teacher a jerk when he deserved it. Didn’t that little trip to the nurse’s office buy me anything? She gave me a slip to give for a “legal guardian” to sign, and a pass to English. All that and I hadn’t even missed an entire class period. I could tell it would be a long day.


I walked into Mr. Poland’s room and all eyes were on me including Andréa’s, which was embarrassing because she was standing at the front of the room with a stack of index cards in her hands. Oh no, I had interrupted her speech. I handed my pass to Mr. Poland and made my way to my seat. I had though my embarrassment was over until I heard Mr. Poland’s booming brassy voice behind me.


“Oh, someone’s been to the DAC this morning.” A simultaneous oooo filled the room. How annoying. Andréa finished her speech just as the bell rang and I nearly ran to my next class. I figured that with no pass or annoying teacher, no one would know about this morning and I could move on.


I walked into economics and took my seat in the back right-hand corner of the room.


“What happened to you?” Tyler sat down next to me was staring at my whale of a bandage. Oh yeah, there was that.


“Oh. Imaginary date, evil teacher, DAC, and a rug-burn. Long story.”


“A Flying-Star kind of day?” My whole body tingled at the thought.


“Defiantly.” A bad day was always better after going to Flying-Star, a little café a short walk into town. Whenever either of us was having a major bad day, we would walk down to the Flying-Star, get caramel lattés and a poppy seed bagels, and talk about it. Whoever lost the “my day was the worst ever” bet, had to pay. Unless we were there to celebrate. If that was the case then we would both buy a hot chocolate with extra marshmallows and we would split a piece of key-lime pie.


“Wow, it must be pretty bad if you’re already that desperate by third period.” Tyler smiled sympathetically, I was feeling better already. Tyler had been my best friend ever sense my first day when I dropped my books in the hall after calculus. Not only did he pick them up for me like a true gentleman, he also managed to get Roman to go away when he came over to see if I was ok and he walked me to all of my classes for the rest of the day and gave me a place to sit at lunch. He did all of this without parading me around like the new girl that I was. Nothing was ever awkward around him, and that first day of school was the first day that he took me to Flying-Star. He was tall enough that he made me feel like a girl when I stood next to him. Normally, I would tower over most everybody else at 5’10”. But he was about 6’2”, making him the perfect height in my book. His hair dark brown like mine, but his was much darker. So much darker that it was commonly mistaken for black, but I liked it how it was because it made his bright blue eyes shine like flood lights.


“You don’t even know.” I sighed. He smiled again and I felt like the rest of the day could actually get better. Maybe it had just been a bad morning, that didn’t mean that the entire day had to be bad did it? Mrs. Derik walked in and placed her large grade book on the desk at the front of the room. The book seemed so huge when she was carrying it. The poor woman was only 5’6” in heels, combined her little voice and wild red hair she looked like a nymph.


“Ok. Take everything off your desks so we can get started on the test.” The warm feelings Tyler had instilled into me hit the floor and shattered. I had no idea that there was a test today.


“When did she say we had a test?!” I whispered in sheer panic to Tyler.


“Yesterday at the beginning of class. Why did you think we spent the whole period reviewing?” He was looking at me like I was crazy, but in his voice I could tell he was equally panicked for me. He knew my grade in this class had been taking a nose dive the pass couple of weeks.


“I was in the bathroom at the beginning of class! Why didn’t you tell me?”


“I honestly thought you knew. Sorry. But hey, you were here for the review yesterday. You should do fine, calm down. Just do your best.” Wow. What an original statement. Besides, had I known that the review was for a test today, I might have paid a lot more attention.


“No talking please the test is out.” I turned to face the front and found that the test was already sitting on my desk. I stared at the packet for a few moments, trying to remember what the test was even on. So maybe the whole day would be bad, I mean why would it stop with a trip to the nurse and unjust detention? Well, maybe I deserved the detention, but it was still a major down side. Was there an upside? I tried to think of anything good that had happened that morning; anything good that was going to happen. That just made me even more depressed.


Suddenly, my desk shook. I jumped to see that Tyler had kicked the front leg of the desk to get me to start on the test. Oh, the test. I opened the booklet and read the first question…


That was the hardest test I had ever taken in my entire life. By the time I finished, my head felt like it was being repeatedly bashed with a baseball bat, a baseball bat that was on fire. Tyler walked me out of the room never once taking his eyes off my face. When I finally looked back at him he looked concerned, that helped to know that he at least actually cared. The entire walk to Physics he never said a word. It was like he was in my head and could tell that the last thing I wanted was to talk right now. He just held the strap of the book bag draped over my shoulder and pulled my through the hall. He plowed through the crowds of talking teens with ease and followed the speed walkers who blazed their own trail through the mess.


We walked into physics and looking at the front of the room and Tyler leaned over and whispered in my ear.


“Sub today.” I was so glad that he had whispered the phrase; it was like he could see the pain that my head was in by the look on my face. At that thought I realized that he probably could. I consciously relaxed my face muscles which I then realized had been clenched into an uncomfortable frown. Tyler took me to my seat and sat down next to me. That wasn’t his usual seat, but no one ever sat in their normal seat when there was a substitute. I was grateful that Mrs. Wormington was out, because when she was gone she would usually just tell the sub to show us a movie, or give us busywork. Well, I was grateful until the sub started talking.


“QUIET DOWN!” Why was the man yelling? Each word he shouted at the class brought my scull that much closer to shattering.


“I’M MR. LEE. MRS. WORMINGTON HAS ASKED ME TO SHOW YOU A SHORT FILM AND THEN DISCUSS IT WITH YOU.” Tyler glanced at my and smiled wickedly. Was he laughing? How could he go from being so sweet to being so cruel? I wanted to be irritated but I could see why he would think it was funny. Plus, being irritated hurt my head too much. I reached into my bag and grabbed an aspirin. Tyler rolled his eyes as he watched my swallow the pills. He knew there was no point, but I still had to try.


“I’M PASSING OUT A WORKSHEET TO FILL OUT AS YOU WATCH THE FILM. THIS WORKSHEET WILL BE GRADED SO DON’T JUST WRITE WHATEVER.” I think he was talking so loud so that he could hear himself. The guy was pretty old, and I could see that he had hearing aids in both ears. He put the tape into the VCR and I was relived that I wouldn’t have to listen to him yelling anymore.


But it turned out that he wanted to hear the movie to. Ouch.


The rest of the day was just as bad as the morning had been. After Physics, I managed to trip over myself in the hallway, I had forgotten my lunch and my French homework, I nearly killed a poor kid in my study hall when Mrs. Garrison asked me to pass her the dictionary and I dropped it on his head, and I accidentally sprayed my pants when I stopped at the water fountain. I had spent the last three periods of the day looking like I had peed in my pants.


Tyler and I went to Flying-Star and of course, they were out of caramel flavoring and I had to get a vanilla latte. A vanilla latte that Tyler paid for. We talked for about an hour and a half, Tyler made it a little better but I was still raw from the long day. On top of that, my dad wasn’t nearly as good at reading me as Tyler was. He walked me home and I went in through the front door that led into a small family room which was connected to an even smaller kitchen. The kitchen was connected to the living room, which was also connected to the family room. I dropped my bag on the floor even though I knew I had a ridiculous amount of homework. I just needed a little more time to relax off the long day. As I stepped into the living room, I could hear my dad coming down the stairs on the opposite side of the kitchen.


“Lorena?” Ugh. I was completely convinced that at this point he was only calling me that to bother me. He knew I hated my name.


“Dad. Please call me Lorie.” He walked into the living room and stopped in front of me. He looked like he was surprised to see me. Why would he be surprised to see me? It’s not like anyone else ever came around.


“I know. I know. Lorie.” he rolled his eyes as if the sound of the word disgusted him. I walked into the kitchen and sat down.


“What time are you leaving for work?” I laid my head on the table and let the cold of the wood seep into my hot, flustered cheek. I had never thought that a table could feel so nice, I wasn’t sure that I would ever be able to move from that spot.


“In about an hour.” He just stared at me. Couldn’t he tell that I wanted him to go away? How annoying. He was just standing over me, staring down at me. Apparently, he wanted me to say more.


“Uh, what’s for dinner?” He frowned as if the question offended him. Well, what did he want? He wanted me to keep talking and I wanted to know what was for dinner. Everybody wins. He sighed and massaged his forehead as if he had forgotten all about dinner. Wow. My dad, who was responsible for taking care of me, for making sure I was ok and fed and stuff, had forgotten about dinner.


I blinked a couple of times in bewildered amazement of how completely melodramatic that thought had been. I really needed some sleep. Now. Maybe I would just skip the dinner that dad had forgotten about and just go to bed. Yeah. That though sounded way better than any food would have been.


“Uh, you can order some pizza.” Really? Cause after a long, terrible day I really could have gone for some comforting soup. But how could he have known that? Wait, but didn’t I just decide to veto dinner all together? Yep. Sleep was crucial.


He rubbed his hands together and blew like he was cold. Was he just being spastic? Cause it was like sixty degrees outside. I mean it was hardly beach going weather but still, in no way hand rubbing temperature. There was a thud upstairs. I looked up instinctively. Everything went still and I looked back to Dad. His eyes were filled with panic, but he kept going as if he had never heard it.


“Or, maybe some Chinese if you want.” How could he not have heard that? It sounded like a… did he say Chinese? Egg drop soup, crab rangoon, orange chicken, the thought made my mouth water.


“Sure.” I said trying to sound as indifferent as humanly possible. Forget going straight to bed, I was going to have me some Asian cuisine. Now all I needed was my fluffy fleece pajama pants, my orange feather pillow, and the Princess Bride. (Because we all know that it is the movie of every occasion.) I stood up, brushed off my pants, and turned to the stairs on the other side of the kitchen.


“What are doing?” He said it so fast it made me jump.


“I’m goanna go change.” Since hen did he care? I stared at him for a moment and watched him think of a response. What exactly was his problem today?


“Why?” Why? Did my dad just ask me why I was going to change after school? Didn’t I change every day after school? I finally decided that there was defiantly something wrong with him today.


“Because I always change after school Dad. What is your problem?” He automatically stood taller like it was an authoritative reflex. It was almost like he wanted to argue with me. This startled me. He was normally so passive.


“You’re the one with the problem Lorena. I just wanted to know what you were doing. I don’t think that that’s too much to ask.” He said the words as if he had the right to know everything that I ever did; Like he could just demand anything of me at anytime just because he was my father. I could feel the tears of rage filling my eyes again.


“Well I think that you should just back off. I was just going upstairs. It’s not like you’ve ever cared about what I did before.” I laced the words with suggestion. Judging by the look on his face, he could tell that I meant more than just going upstairs. He knew that I was talking about the fact that he left me. That I had spent the last nine years living perfectly fine without him. He slouched slightly; I hadn’t thought that it would hurt him that much. There was another thud at the top of the stairs. The sound made Dad jump and the panic refilled his eyes. Looking toward the sound, there was a figure at the top of the stairs. The figure froze momentarily, and then moved slowly down the stairs. As it stepped into the light, I found myself staring at Mr. Hazel.





David,


A wave of guilt swept over me. I shouldn’t have knocked her out like that. I stared at her in remorse. She was so beautiful. This was all my fault. The tears rose in my eyes as I softly whispered


“I’m sorry.” I finally tore my eyes away and slammed the large metal door. I had to finish this. I bounded down the hall toward the one who started this. I couldn’t let him get away. I didn’t know what I would do when I caught him, but I ran after him anyway.


…


“Have a good day.” I called after her as she ran out the door to catch the bus. I didn’t think that she had heard me, but it felt good to know that I had at least tried. I stood in silence as I watched her get on the bus. She looked so much like Emma. I took a long breath as the sadness hit. Emma… I missed her more than anything.


I watched the bus disappear around the corner and turned toward the kitchen. I had so much to do today, but none of it seemed to matter anymore, I just wanted to stay home. I wanted Lorena to get back from school. I knew that she hated me, not that she didn’t have the right, but it still felt nice to have her around. She was so much like her mom it was uncanny, and I really wanted to make it right with her. I owed her that much. The phone rang and I jumped, suddenly ripped from my day dream. I crossed the kitchen and picked up the receiver.


“Hello.” My voice cracked.


“David?” The other voice didn’t sound familiar at all, but he obviously knew who I was so I played along.


“Hey.”


“It’s been too long my friend. I know your daughter Katrina was moving in with you and everything but I didn’t know that you were disappearing all together.”


“Lorena.” I said it more sharply than I meant to.


“What?” The guy on the other end seemed put out.


“My daughter’s name is Lorena.” I was more friendly this time.


“Oh yeah. Sorry Dave. Well listen,” The gears in my head finally clicked. Only one person ever called me Dave. It was Trevor McLean. I was instantly relieved that I wouldn’t have to ask who I was talking to and I was automatically more interested in what he was saying.


“We’ve kind of got a problem. Do you think I could come over?” A problem? We?


“Sure. I’m not doing anything today so come whenever.”


“Thanks. I’ll be there in like two hours ok?” He sounded worried. That didn’t help.


“K. Later.” The other line went dead and I put down the receiver.


I stood in the kitchen in silence for longer than I thought possible for me to stand still.


What to do now? A problem? I hadn’t talked to Trevor since Lorena had moved in, but still, I had thought everything was fine. What bothered me the most was that he said “we” like it was my problem to. No, it had only been because he wanted me to help him like he had done so many times for me. Like when Emma died, had and I needed money.


Emma died. The thought hurt. It was hard to think that she was gone, I had made myself believe that she was off somewhere else like she had always been. That I was only missing her like I always had when she was still around. But denial did nothing for anyone now.


What made it even worse was that she didn’t even care to leave me anything. Not that I was that selfish, wanting to benefit from her demise. It was just that she hadn’t even bothered to write a will, she didn’t even bother to make sure that Lorena would be ok. It was like she was punishing me from beyond the grave, like she wanted me to pay for what had done. If only she knew how badly I wanted to hold her all those years. If only it would have mattered if she did. The door bell rand and I jumped. Hadn’t he said he would be coming in two hours? I looked at the clock to see it was almost ten o’clock. So much for getting anything done.


“Come on in Trev!” I shouted unmoving. The door opened and a cold gust of air blew through the house. I heard the door slam and the sound of Trevor’s clunky boots echoed through the hall.


“Dave?” He walked into the kitchen and looked at me in surprise.


“Why are you just sitting there?” I didn’t even know myself.


“Oh, um nothing. What’s going on?” He walked around to the other side of the table and sat, laying his briefcase on the floor next to him. He took off his coat and look at me with a frantic expression.


“Ok. You remember that money I lent you when Lorena moved in?” Of course I remembered, I needed it so badly and he just gave it to me no problem.


“Sure I do. What about it?” Trevor’s face twisted uncomfortably. This worried me more than anything; Trevor was rarely uncomfortable telling me things.


“Well, I…” He paused, as if he didn’t want to finish his sentence. He took a deep breath and forced himself to continue.


“I need it back.” What? Since when is it ok to ask for a gift back? This was not Trevor. My head throbbed in confusion as I tried to make sense of his request. Looking back at him I could see he was nervously awaiting my response. Maybe he knew how obtuse it sounded.


“Why?” Was all I could manage. He frowned uncomfortably and was curt.


“I just need it Dave! How hard is that to understand? It’s my money, and I need it!” I was shocked by his sudden outburst. I stared at him. After a few moments the stare melted into a glare.


“You know I don’t have it.” His eyes widened in panic, then suddenly narrowed in rage.


“What do you mean you don’t have it?!”


“What I mean is that I didn’t ask you for money so I could stick it in a jar for a while. It’s gone. Besides, I thought we agreed that I could pay you back in a year.” He sighed, all the rage had faded. He placed his elbows on the table and held his head in his hands. After a minute of watching him shake his head in dismay, I couldn’t stand the confusion any more.


“What’s going on Trev?” I tried to sound understanding, but the words sounded as frustrated as I felt. He let his head fall back, then sat up and looked at me.


“That wasn’t my money Dave.” My stomach lurched. I swallowed hard, trying to force it back down. Trevor wouldn’t give me money that wasn’t his. Never. This had to be a dream. A nightmare. I took a breath and decided not to freak out and just get some answers.


“What are you talking about Trevor?” His face twisted painfully as he tried to think of a way to explain.


“I just need the money back.” No way was he going to as me to come up with $12,000 that he gave me in good confidence without giving me an explanation.


“K. I’m goanna need you to elaborate.”

Is this any good?
well i read the first 5 paragraphs and it was way good... its way to long for me to read though lol

What are your thoughts of The Rock's Impact on Pro-Wrestling?

There is no denying the Rock was one of the biggest stars of the attitude era, and, along with Stone Cold Steve Austin and Mick Foley, helped the WWF win its war with WCW and also lead the company through its most profitable time ever.





The Rock is a rare breed performer with an incredible combination of athleticism, good looks, good smile, charisma and style. Of all the wrestling stars of the attitude era, perhaps none had the mainstream popularity the Rock had. Although Austin was extremely popular, the Rock always seemed to be the more noted in the media and the one more swooned over by female fans.





He didn't necessarily radically reshape the business, but since his appearance the idea of what of a major star is made of HAS changed to some extent. The Rock's creative, original and hilarious promos were always highly entertaining and popular. As a result, major stars today are expected to be even better on the mic than they were before the Rock's era. As an example, if you watch pre-Rock promos from the early 90s, they didn't quite have the flash that promos have now. Although some of that change happened around 1995 (think ECW), the Rock was also largely responsible for crafting the blueprint of what a good promo is in 21st century pro wrestling.





The Rock presents a shining example of a true sports entertainer. He IS a good athlete, but first a foremost he's a great showman, whether it be the People's eyebrow, the "just bring it" gesture, sniffing the air or his fantastic facial expressions, the Rock captivates fans in ways few stars ever have.





Let's not forget his numerous catchphrases and euphemisms: "Pie" "Strudel" "layeth the smacketh down" "jabroni" "know your role and shut your mouth" "candy ***" "it doesn't matter!" and the list goes on and on. Few if any wrestlers have ever spawned so many successful catchphrases.





Hulk Hogan, popular and charismatic as he was, didn't quite have the flash and style the Rock brought to the table. Not to mention the Rock is well ahead of Hogan in terms of in-ring ability.





Now this article isn't meant to blindly shower the Rock with praise. The accomplishments of other stars like Hogan, Ric Flair, Austin, Lou Thesz, Sting are all taken into consideration here. They were all great wrestlers, but did any of them have the kind of wide ranging appeal the Rock has? Among wrestling fans it's arguable, but take it mainstream and the only one who really even comes close are Hogan and Austin. Sure Austin did sell more t-shirts than the Rock but even he didn't have quite the cross-market potential of the People's champion.





Also take into account all that the Rock accomplished in a relatively short period of time. He debuted in the WWE in late 1996, two years later was crowned World Champion and by the year 2000 was a multi time champion and one of the business's biggest names. FOUR years it took him to accomplish that. Although Austin also entered the WWE in 1996, he'd been bouncing around WCW, ECW and the indies longer than the Rock was around for. The Rock's success came quickly, but it was completely deserved.





As it happens, time may also be the one thing preventing the Rock from reaching true status as a bona fide wrestling legend. Men like Thesz, Austin, Hogan, Flair and Sting have had long and illustrious careers. By mid 2002, less than six years after Rock debuted in WWE, he was largely out of wrestling, making a few appearances here and there. Sure he won a lot of titles, but what could he have done if he'd been in the business 10, 15, 20 years?? One can only wonder. He didn't linger around too long and in the minds of some fans, he didn't really have true passion for the business like other wrestlers do. Although he did accomplish a lot in his short while: Multiple World Champion, Intercontinental Champion, Tag Team Champion and Royal Rumble Winner, not too mention he headlined numerous PPVs and several Wrestlemanias. Aside from maybe winning a few more world titles, there just wasn't a lot left for him to do.





So while some fans may accuse the Rock of prematurely abandoning the business, he simply felt he'd accomplished everything he wanted to and decided to move on.





The mark he left behind is undeniable. The WWE has taken many elements of what made the Rock successful to market John Cena. The gestures, catchphrases, t-shirts, media appearances, funny promos, it's all there. Cena doesn't quite have the appeal of the Rock, but it seems clear the WWE took quite a few pages from the People's book in crafting Cena's image.





Measuring the Rock's impact on pro wrestling is very tricky. You can look at merchandise sales, PPV buy-rates, championships won but it's really the intangibles that set the Rock apart from the rest The look, the charisma, the electricity, the Rock just had that "IT" factor on a level that very few will ever reach.





He may be in Hollywood now, but he has definitely blazed one of hell of a trail on his way there. If you smelllllllllllll what the Rock.....is cooking!

What are your thoughts of The Rock's Impact on Pro-Wrestling?
The Rock, like Stone Cold, got WWF/E more mainstream appeal.





The impact he had? Well after his generic Samoan character was changed, I think his character's impact became bad. Yes, people were entertained by his 1,000,000 catchphrases and his ridiculously long promos against Michael Cole and Kevin Kelly, but seriously, is that what wrestling is all about? Is it about making people laugh like he's a stand-up comedian? I thought the main importance were the matches themselves.





Also, The Rock made a big impact and became champion quickly because the WWF/E was shoving him down everyone's throat and overpushing him. Worse than John Cena, and nearly as bad as Brock Lesnar, The Rock was forced onto the fans, even before his debut. WWF/E did everything in their power to make him likeable for the time because they wanted him to be such a crowd favorite, especially because he is a third-generation wrestler (rarity at the time; another was Luna Vachon, a major disappointment).





Even before The Rock debuted, WWF/E had an image of what a viable champion was, and during the Attitude Era, it was mainly Stone Cold Steve Austin. Austin was the major character of the time, rivaling EVERYONE, having a large amount of catchphrases, being forced onto the fans with his appearances with crazy vehicles, and his antics of running to the ring and "Stunning" everyone in sight are all things that got Stone Cold popularity, higher than The Rock at the time,





The people that complain about The Rock going Hollywood need to stop already. Because WWE overpushed The Rock, he has nothing left to accomplish; there is nothing left for him to do. He's had his moments in wrestling, and we don't need another "Attitude Era" main-eventer dominating the whole roster again and holding down everyone else because of their experience (look at HHH now).
Reply:Ummm dude you answered your own question.
Reply:not really the rock left his fans for money.








if not y is he not in the wwe right now?
Reply:Who in the BLUE HELL is the Rock............ IT DOESN'T MATTER WHO HE IS !!
Reply:There is no doubt that The Rock left an amazing legacy behind him in the wrestling business, however... going to hollywood was the worst decision ever made by anyone ever. He's made only one good film... that wasn't very good though...
Reply:As Ric Flair said... John Cena is one guy who will never leave wrestling for movies and fame. The Rock walked out on wrestling because he cared more about the money than anything.
Reply:who can smell...


what the rock is cooking

Name for itty bitty Chihuahua girl?

A friend asked me to take an 8 week old puppy that was given to her by some guy who has a crush on her - he never gives up. He gave her a pup last year and she kept it but really can't care for another pup now so she offered it to me.


I said "Heck yeah I'll take her!!" We are going to the vet tomorrow morning for an exam and vaccinations....and she needs a name.


She is carmel color with little white "toe socks" and 4 pointed star on the back of her neck and a pencil thin blaze down her nose. She is already the darling of my other dog (1 year old).





Thank you for all your help in this!

Name for itty bitty Chihuahua girl?
Lucky cuz its lucky you are her owner!





Peanut butter (just ahdorable)





Carmel(obvious)





Widget(cutee)
Reply:my dog just had 2 puppies and i was looking for names for them too.





the mom is dolly so i wanted to name one dotty. but then the other one would be left out.





so i named them lola and lulu..





i found their names on babynamesworld.com





you can put in a meaning and it will give you a list of names. its for baby names, but still its a really cool site.
Reply:1 suri


2 teeny


3 baby/babe


4 sugarpie


5 brown sugar


6 socks





i dont know.


lol


it'll come to you:)








wait...CARMELLA!!!


ITS CARMELLA!!!
Reply:Hey. Here are some names for your little Chihuahua girl: Minuet, Carmella, Pigly, Pipsqueak, Daisy, Kahlua.
Reply:Chi Chi, Diamond, Princess, Lola, Maria, Halle, Coconut, Cranberry, lucky, lucy, kim, crystal
Reply:Check out these websites for tons of pet name ideas:
Reply:caramel or toe socks or darling or star
Reply:What a guy, using other living beings as attempts to fuel his romance!


I would give her a name that fits the situation. Maybe like Love or Lust or Honey or something like that.
Reply:My friend has a chihuahua and she named her Sadie and i thought that name was a cute name.
Reply:Princess
Reply:email me when you choose!





anyways, here are a few:


Angel, teenie, minnie, Lola, Mouse, spunks
Reply:My itty bitty mini chiuaua is named "Little Chichi"
Reply:Bambina
Reply:Cheerio
Reply:Tinkerbelle (or Tink)


Missy


Princess


Cookie
Reply:itty bitty chihuahua girl duh!
Reply:Snapper


Tiny Bow Wow


Chica


Leona (after Leona Helmsley, dog lover)


Starlight
Reply:Margarita? or something mexicanish.
Reply:Bambi





=]
Reply:Minnie


Poco
Reply:Mocha





Teensie





Starr
Reply:How about Bitty?
Reply:Twinkle





Socks
Reply:lola


lily


idk those just popped in my head first and i kinda think they are cute


=]
Reply:most triumphant!
Reply:Latte
Reply:spec would be cute or killer haha i dont know name her what ever you think would be cute. i named my dog bella
Reply:piqueta chica-small girl
Reply:turd





I really don't like little yappy dogs.
Reply:missy
Reply:How about "LOCO"? or "Flava- FLAAAV"