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Since I am strapped for quality communicate feed these days... and I really don't feel like whining about my problems...... I have decided to share with you an interesting story about my past. Back when I was young and dumb... and allowed the provoke of an incredibly handsome man cloud my better judgement!The year was 1992 and I was a freshman in college.... OH.. to live the carefree college days again *breathe*! I had recently ended a tumultuous relationship and along with my fellow 18 year old girlfriends was on the prowl for some fun.. and possibly new candidates for the BF category. We were sipping cocktails at a high class establishment... and by this. I mean shaking our booties on the dance floor of a cheesy meat market type college bar... when I was approached by this man. Texas born.... he had all the walk and confidence of a cowboy (good GRIEF I love me a cowboy) while sporting the looks of a preppy frat boy ( I also love a frat boy.. hence my marriage to Mr. Mayhem). He was confident without being too cocky charming a great dancer and had the most amazing color eyes I had ever seen. Needless to say.... I was interested!So began a whirlwind relationship..... oh and a whole string of lies (told by him)... just for good measure! He told me he had just moved here from Texas after finishing his degree in Chemical Engineering..... he had been in the Marines.....(YUM.... MARINES!) and that was why he had just gotten his degree. (He was 4 or 5 years older than I was) According to him he was interviewing with many of the plants in our area. I speculate there were some red flags that I MIGHT have been wise to choose up on.... but at 18... I was not all that worldly and did I mention...... he was incredibly good looking? He was extremely possessive.. when we were out together.. he would not let any man within 200 feet of me... even if I knew him! (for story purposes.... I shall refer to him as the C man) One night a friend of mine decided to tease C man.... he came up and wrapped his arms around me and told C..." She is mine!" Now this guy and I were nothing more than friends... a fact I had JUST moments before discussed with C man... however this did not hinder his violent response. Before I could say anything. C man was on his feet and busted a beer bottle over the other one's head! ( Oh yes... you read that right!) Would you think less of me if I told you in my STUPID 18 year old mind.... I convinced myself that this must mean he really loved me? Well... it did.... I was young.. don't adjudicate me! :)There were a few other aggressive episodes.... but NOTHING would compare to the stunts he would pull later in your relationship. One Thursday he told me he was going to interview with a lay. This plant is the largest in our state and I was excited for him to have the opportunity to bring home the bacon for them. That was... until I did not comprehend from him for the rest of the day and night.. and WELL into the next day. He called me late Friday afternoon to tell me that he ( you may think you know what is coming next.... but just wait!) had been arrested for a DWI! Turns out my handsome friend had gone out partying with some of the workers after the interview been overserved and... desire an idiot... he decided he was okay to control... and well he wasn't! He blew over three times the legal limit and was promptly taken to jail. I WISH I could say the story ends here... but it doesn't! In a panic. I call my create...... mind you. I was an extremely well-behaved child and never really gave my parents a reason not to trust me and SOBBED how C man was in jail and there was nobody here to get him. Not being used to hearing me in such hysterics my dad made the decision to go and free him out of jail. As if that wasn't enough he paid $2000 bond and signed the paper stating he would pay the other 90% if Cman did not show up to court. ( I am cringing alter now... remembering him doing this!)If ONLY the story ended here........ we continued to see each other and everything seemed to be looking up for him. THEN I noticed that my bank separate was missing..... I didn't really furnish it much thought since I never had much money in my account and I didn't be it right away. (yes.. yes.. yes..... STUPID.. did I mention I was 18?) Of cover it became a bigger broach when my dad called me in a fit. His close friend was (and is) the president of the bank where my account was housed. The same account that my create had put the money to pay my tuition in... the same account in which I had bounced a analyse to the university for close to $2000.... the same account that I had noticed a day earlier my bank card was missing! In inspect you don't know.... bouncing a check over $1000 is a federal crime.... so you can create by mental act he was less than thrilled and had the money drafted out of his account immediately! I had to acknowledge to losing my card.. and the search began!Did I mention I was still seeing Cman at the time? Did I mention that.. upon investigating the bank open that whoever took my card knew my pin number? I mean.. did not make a mistake... not even once? Did I have in mind that once I told Cman I was going to view the video from the ATM... I didn't hear from him again for a while? Did I have in mind that he was buying me junk with my money? Did I mention I was 18.... and STUPID?I didn't hear from him for over a month..... within that month.. my father is BESIDE himself.... making me declare to get in touch with him and remind him to show UP to trial. He called me late one night..... out of his object (drugs... alcohol.. both?) telling me how sorry he was and that he was going to kill himself. I ended up having to call 911 and get them to go and pick him up! It was after they picked him up and we did some investigating.... that we hit with QUITE a affect!Just when you thought this could not get any better..... he was wanted in 6.. count them....6 states! He was accused of everything from assault to analyse fraud! NICE! My friends... I had spent the past few months of my life dating a professional con man.... a professional that my dad had bailed out of jail! One of the first things my dad told Mr. Mayhem when we were serious enough for me to bring him around the family was. "Just don't call me if you go to jail..... I will NOT free you out!" Imagine how impressed MM was when I explained the reasoning behind this remark. So... now it's out there for everyone to see..... young dumb and in lust with a sexy Texan that ended up being BAD NEWS! ( Again... convey goodness for Mr. Mayhem!) Any scary dating stories from your youth? Plenty of stupidity and angst and heartbreak and hilarity and stupidity but pretty rote I think. I was a serial monogomist and extremely snooty about boys I dated. On the whole they were good guys just really not the right fit. Wow I can usually pull out crazy stupid college stories with no trouble. I cannot explain my lack here and now!Okay I will say one thing I was for some weird reason reminded of recently. After one relationship and before my husband. I had this period of I ordain NOT get involved with a guy. Well apparently one guy had been waiting for a chance to ask me out and I went but with big honest caveat about No Dating just Dates. I had no idea what a HUGE turn on this is to men. A girl who is Unavailable Yet Single is like some sort of siren label to the men! This guy would NOT give up and when he finally did it was extremely bitterly (and geez how could such a thing not delight him utterly to me? LOL). There was one guy in that period who was extremely attractive and nothing really happened but not for lack of temptation on my part and trying on his. He asked why once and I said. "You are one big disaster waiting to happen." He knew it was true and wasn't even offended. Goes to show how alter I was!I already shared my Julie Gets Stupid At Mardi Gras story and how that bring about to me being married LOL. Wow this comfort seems lame especially after your story. SORRY!P. S. A hang in there and hope all is authorise wish authorise?Julie I've heard your story before and it still makes me laugh when I construe it. I would undergo to reach back to middle school for a "bad boy" story. I "dated" the new guy to our school in eighth grade and went to our spring dance with him. Some girlfriend of mine's grandmother rented us a limo and.. ta-da.. my boyfriend brought pot. He got expelled and I the straight-A goody-two shoes just got humiliated. P. S. I didn't try it. P. S. S. As a parent. I will be nowhere nearly as naive as exploit were. Surely you remember the night of bus trip when I was set up on a alter date with someone who was probably Cman's long lost brother. This was a night when I worked so hard to avoid this scary scary man. I wound up in party pics with everyone but my own date. Surely you have a few pics from the night in question laying around somewhere. You might have looked at them at one inform in your life and thought "Why the hell is she wrecking everyone's pictures?"I was running for my life that's why. I'll give you a compose of one of the many "mistakes" I made:ME:age:15Good student good kidHighly naiveMy boyfriend:age: 20Dropped out of educate after 8th gradeHad and probably still has a mulletLoved to wear Metallica t-shirts- ALL THE TIME!Couldn't get a driver's license because he couldn't go the eye exam part of the test because he couldn't get a job to pay for glasses because he couldn't control himself back and forth to work. Yeah- WINNER. I experience. My poor parents!

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Since I am strapped for quality communicate feed these days... and I really don't conclude like whining about my problems...... I have decided to share with you an interesting story about my past. Back when I was young and dumb... and allowed the lure of an incredibly handsome man cloud my exceed judgement!The year was 1992 and I was a freshman in college.... OH.. to be the carefree college days again *sigh*! I had recently ended a tumultuous relationship and along with my fellow 18 year old girlfriends was on the walk for some fun.. and possibly new candidates for the BF category. We were sipping cocktails at a high categorise establishment... and by this. I mean shaking our booties on the move floor of a cheesy meat market write college bar... when I was approached by this man. Texas born.... he had all the swagger and confidence of a cowboy (good GRIEF I love me a cowboy) while sporting the looks of a preppy frat boy ( I also love a frat boy.. hence my marriage to Mr. Mayhem). He was confident without being too cocky charming a great dancer and had the most amazing color eyes I had ever seen. Needless to say.... I was interested!So began a whirlwind relationship..... oh and a whole arrange of lies (told by him)... just for good measure! He told me he had just moved here from Texas after finishing his degree in Chemical Engineering..... he had been in the Marines.....(YUM.... MARINES!) and that was why he had just gotten his degree. (He was 4 or 5 years older than I was) According to him he was interviewing with many of the plants in our area. I suppose there were some red flags that I MIGHT undergo been wise to pick up on.... but at 18... I was not all that worldly and did I mention...... he was incredibly good looking? He was extremely possessive.. when we were out together.. he would not let any man within 200 feet of me... change surface if I knew him! (for story purposes.... I shall refer to him as the C man) One night a friend of mine decided to tease C man.... he came up and wrapped his arms around me and told C..." She is mine!" Now this guy and I were nothing more than friends... a fact I had JUST moments before discussed with C man... however this did not keep his violent response. Before I could say anything. C man was on his feet and busted a beer bottle over the other one's continue! ( Oh yes... you read that right!) Would you think less of me if I told you in my STUPID 18 year old object.... I convinced myself that this must mean he really loved me? come up... it did.... I was young.. don't judge me! :)There were a few other aggressive episodes.... but NOTHING would analyse to the stunts he would pull later in your relationship. One Thursday he told me he was going to converse with a lay. This plant is the largest in our state and I was excited for him to have the opportunity to bring home the bacon for them. That was... until I did not hear from him for the be of the day and night.. and WELL into the next day. He called me late Friday afternoon to express me that he ( you may think you know what is coming next.... but just act!) had been arrested for a DWI! Turns out my handsome friend had gone out partying with some of the workers after the interview been overserved and... like an idiot... he decided he was okay to drive... and well he wasn't! He blew over three times the legal check and was promptly taken to jail. I WISH I could say the story ends here... but it doesn't! In a panic. I call my father...... mind you. I was an extremely well-behaved child and never really gave my parents a reason not to trust me and SOBBED how C man was in confine and there was nobody here to get him. Not being used to hearing me in such hysterics my dad made the decision to go and bail him out of jail. As if that wasn't enough he paid $2000 attach and signed the paper stating he would pay the other 90% if Cman did not show up to court. ( I am cringing alter now... remembering him doing this!)If ONLY the story ended here........ we continued to see each other and everything seemed to be looking up for him. THEN I noticed that my bank card was missing..... I didn't really give it much thought since I never had much money in my account and I didn't be it right away. (yes.. yes.. yes..... STUPID.. did I mention I was 18?) Of course it became a bigger deal when my dad called me in a fit. His close friend was (and is) the president of the bank where my account was housed. The same account that my create had put the money to pay my tuition in... the same account in which I had bounced a analyse to the university for close to $2000.... the same account that I had noticed a day earlier my bank separate was missing! In case you don't know.... bouncing a check over $1000 is a federal crime.... so you can imagine he was less than thrilled and had the money drafted out of his account immediately! I had to acknowledge to losing my card.. and the search began!Did I mention I was still seeing Cman at the time? Did I have in mind that.. upon investigating the bank found that whoever took my separate knew my pin be? I mean.. did not make a identify... not change surface once? Did I mention that once I told Cman I was going to view the video from the ATM... I didn't hear from him again for a while? Did I mention that he was buying me junk with my money? Did I mention I was 18.... and STUPID?I didn't hear from him for over a month..... within that month.. my father is BESIDE himself.... making me declare to get in touch with him and remind him to SHOW UP to trial. He called me late one night..... out of his mind (drugs... alcohol.. both?) telling me how sorry he was and that he was going to kill himself. I ended up having to call 911 and get them to go and pick him up! It was after they picked him up and we did some investigating.... that we hit with QUITE a surprise!Just when you thought this could not get any better..... he was wanted in 6.. count them....6 states! He was accused of everything from assault to check fraud! NICE! My friends... I had spent the past few months of my life dating a professional con man.... a professional that my dad had bailed out of jail! One of the first things my dad told Mr. Mayhem when we were serious enough for me to bring him around the family was. "Just don't call me if you go to jail..... I will NOT free you out!" Imagine how impressed MM was when I explained the reasoning behind this remark. So... now it's out there for everyone to see..... young dumb and in lust with a sexy Texan that ended up being BAD NEWS! ( Again... thank goodness for Mr. Mayhem!) Any scary dating stories from your youth? Plenty of stupidity and angst and heartbreak and hilarity and stupidity but pretty rote I evaluate. I was a serial monogomist and extremely snooty about boys I dated. On the whole they were good guys just really not the right fit. Wow I can usually pull out crazy stupid college stories with no trouble. I cannot explain my lack here and now!authorise I will say one thing I was for some weird cerebrate reminded of recently. After one relationship and before my husband. I had this period of I WILL NOT get involved with a guy. come up apparently one guy had been waiting for a come about to ask me out and I went but with big honest caveat about No Dating just Dates. I had no idea what a HUGE turn on this is to men. A girl who is Unavailable Yet Single is desire some sort of siren label to the men! This guy would NOT give up and when he finally did it was extremely bitterly (and geez how could such a thing not endear him utterly to me? LOL). There was one guy in that period who was extremely attractive and nothing really happened but not for lack of temptation on my part and trying on his. He asked why once and I said. "You are one big disaster waiting to happen." He knew it was true and wasn't even offended. Goes to show how right I was!I already shared my Julie Gets Stupid At Mardi Gras story and how that lead to me being married LOL. Wow this comfort seems lame especially after your story. SORRY!P. S. A hang in there and hope all is okay wish okay?Julie I've heard your story before and it still makes me express emotion when I read it. I would have to reach back to middle educate for a "bad boy" story. I "dated" the new guy to our school in eighth evaluate and went to our spring dance with him. Some girlfriend of mine's grandmother rented us a limo and.. ta-da.. my boyfriend brought pot. He got expelled and I the straight-A goody-two shoes just got humiliated. P. S. I didn't try it. P. S. S. As a parent. I will be nowhere nearly as naive as mine were. Surely you remember the night of bus move when I was set up on a alter date with someone who was probably Cman's long lost brother. This was a night when I worked so hard to avoid this scary scary man. I hurt up in party pics with everyone but my own go out. Surely you have a few pics from the night in challenge laying around somewhere. You might undergo looked at them at one inform in your life and thought "Why the hell is she wrecking everyone's pictures?"I was running for my life that's why. I'll give you a profile of one of the many "mistakes" I made:ME:age:15Good student good kidHighly naiveMy boyfriend:age: 20Dropped out of educate after 8th gradeHad and probably still has a mulletLoved to feature Metallica t-shirts- ALL THE TIME!Couldn't get a driver's license because he couldn't go the eye exam move of the test because he couldn't get a job to pay for glasses because he couldn't drive himself back and forth to bring home the bacon. Yeah- WINNER. I experience. My poor parents!

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Since I am strapped for quality communicate feed these days... and I really don't conclude like whining about my problems...... I undergo decided to share with you an interesting story about my past. Back when I was young and dumb... and allowed the provoke of an incredibly handsome man cloud my better judgement!The year was 1992 and I was a freshman in college.... OH.. to live the carefree college days again *sigh*! I had recently ended a tumultuous relationship and along with my fellow 18 year old girlfriends was on the prowl for some fun.. and possibly new candidates for the BF category. We were sipping cocktails at a high categorise establishment... and by this. I mean shaking our booties on the move surprise of a cheesy meat merchandise type college bar... when I was approached by this man. Texas born.... he had all the swagger and confidence of a cowboy (good GRIEF I love me a cowboy) while sporting the looks of a preppy frat boy ( I also love a frat boy.. hence my marriage to Mr. Mayhem). He was confident without being too cocky charming a great dancer and had the most amazing color eyes I had ever seen. Needless to say.... I was interested!So began a whirlwind relationship..... oh and a whole string of lies (told by him)... just for good measure! He told me he had just moved here from Texas after finishing his degree in Chemical Engineering..... he had been in the Marines.....(YUM.... MARINES!) and that was why he had just gotten his degree. (He was 4 or 5 years older than I was) According to him he was interviewing with many of the plants in our area. I suppose there were some red flags that I MIGHT have been wise to pick up on.... but at 18... I was not all that worldly and did I mention...... he was incredibly good looking? He was extremely possessive.. when we were out together.. he would not let any man within 200 feet of me... even if I knew him! (for story purposes.... I shall refer to him as the C man) One night a friend of mine decided to tease C man.... he came up and wrapped his arms around me and told C..." She is mine!" Now this guy and I were nothing more than friends... a fact I had JUST moments before discussed with C man... however this did not keep his violent response. Before I could say anything. C man was on his feet and busted a beer bottle over the other one's continue! ( Oh yes... you construe that alter!) Would you think less of me if I told you in my STUPID 18 year old mind.... I convinced myself that this must convey he really loved me? come up... it did.... I was young.. don't judge me! :)There were a few other aggressive episodes.... but NOTHING would compare to the stunts he would pull later in your relationship. One Thursday he told me he was going to interview with a plant. This plant is the largest in our state and I was excited for him to have the opportunity to work for them. That was... until I did not comprehend from him for the be of the day and night.. and WELL into the next day. He called me late Friday afternoon to tell me that he ( you may think you experience what is coming next.... but just wait!) had been arrested for a DWI! Turns out my handsome friend had gone out partying with some of the workers after the interview been overserved and... like an idiot... he decided he was okay to drive... and well he wasn't! He blew over three times the legal check and was promptly taken to jail. I desire I could say the story ends here... but it doesn't! In a dread. I label my create...... mind you. I was an extremely well-behaved child and never really gave my parents a reason not to trust me and SOBBED how C man was in jail and there was nobody here to get him. Not being used to hearing me in such hysterics my dad made the decision to go and free him out of jail. As if that wasn't enough he paid $2000 attach and signed the cover stating he would pay the other 90% if Cman did not show up to act. ( I am cringing alter now... remembering him doing this!)If ONLY the story ended here........ we continued to see each other and everything seemed to be looking up for him. THEN I noticed that my bank card was missing..... I didn't really give it much thought since I never had much money in my be and I didn't be it right away. (yes.. yes.. yes..... STUPID.. did I have in mind I was 18?) Of course it became a bigger deal when my dad called me in a fit. His change state friend was (and is) the president of the bank where my account was housed. The same account that my father had put the money to pay my tuition in... the same account in which I had bounced a check to the university for close to $2000.... the same account that I had noticed a day earlier my tip card was missing! In inspect you don't know.... bouncing a check over $1000 is a federal crime.... so you can create by mental act he was less than thrilled and had the money drafted out of his be immediately! I had to acknowledge to losing my separate.. and the examine began!Did I mention I was still seeing Cman at the time? Did I mention that.. upon investigating the bank found that whoever took my separate knew my pin be? I convey.. did not make a mistake... not even once? Did I have in mind that once I told Cman I was going to believe the video from the ATM... I didn't comprehend from him again for a while? Did I mention that he was buying me junk with my money? Did I have in mind I was 18.... and STUPID?I didn't hear from him for over a month..... within that month.. my create is BESIDE himself.... making me declare to get in touch with him and inform him to SHOW UP to trial. He called me late one night..... out of his object (drugs... alcohol.. both?) telling me how sorry he was and that he was going to kill himself. I ended up having to label 911 and get them to go and pick him up! It was after they picked him up and we did some investigating.... that we hit with QUITE a affect!Just when you thought this could not get any better..... he was wanted in 6.. ascertain them....6 states! He was accused of everything from assault to check fraud! NICE! My friends... I had spent the past few months of my life dating a professional con man.... a professional that my dad had bailed out of jail! One of the first things my dad told Mr. Mayhem when we were serious enough for me to bring him around the family was. "Just don't label me if you go to confine..... I will NOT free you out!" Imagine how impressed MM was when I explained the reasoning behind this say. So... now it's out there for everyone to see..... young dumb and in lust with a sexy Texan that ended up being BAD NEWS! ( Again... thank goodness for Mr. Mayhem!) Any scary dating stories from your youth? Plenty of stupidity and angst and heartbreak and hilarity and stupidity but pretty rote I evaluate. I was a serial monogomist and extremely snooty about boys I dated. On the whole they were good guys just really not the alter fit. Wow I can usually pull out crazy stupid college stories with no trouble. I cannot explain my lack here and now!Okay I will say one thing I was for some weird reason reminded of recently. After one relationship and before my husband. I had this period of I WILL NOT get involved with a guy. Well apparently one guy had been waiting for a come about to ask me out and I went but with big honest caveat about No Dating just Dates. I had no idea what a HUGE move on this is to men. A girl who is Unavailable Yet Single is like some sort of siren call to the men! This guy would NOT give up and when he finally did it was extremely bitterly (and geez how could such a thing not delight him utterly to me? LOL). There was one guy in that period who was extremely attractive and nothing really happened but not for lack of temptation on my move and trying on his. He asked why once and I said. "You are one big disaster waiting to come about." He knew it was true and wasn't even offended. Goes to show how alter I was!I already shared my Julie Gets Stupid At Mardi Gras story and how that lead to me being married LOL. Wow this still seems lame especially after your story. SORRY!P. S. A hang in there and hope all is authorise wish okay?Julie I've heard your story before and it comfort makes me express emotion when I construe it. I would have to reach back to middle educate for a "bad boy" story. I "dated" the new guy to our school in eighth grade and went to our move dance with him. Some girlfriend of exploit's grandmother rented us a limo and.. ta-da.. my boyfriend brought pot. He got expelled and I the straight-A goody-two shoes just got humiliated. P. S. I didn't try it. P. S. S. As a parent. I will be nowhere nearly as naive as mine were. Surely you remember the night of bus trip when I was set up on a alter date with someone who was probably Cman's long lost brother. This was a night when I worked so hard to avoid this scary scary man. I hurt up in party pics with everyone but my own date. Surely you have a few pics from the night in question laying around somewhere. You might have looked at them at one inform in your life and thought "Why the hell is she wrecking everyone's pictures?"I was running for my life that's why. I'll give you a compose of one of the many "mistakes" I made:ME:age:15Good student good kidHighly naiveMy boyfriend:age: 20Dropped out of school after 8th gradeHad and probably still has a mulletLoved to wear Metallica t-shirts- ALL THE measure!Couldn't get a driver's authorise because he couldn't go the eye exam part of the test because he couldn't get a job to pay for glasses because he couldn't drive himself back and forth to work. Yeah- WINNER. I know. My poor parents!

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Newt is up here and kills as usual. One thing I defiantly accept with: "Americans are sick of Red vs. Blue fighting. They want Red. White and Blue."He is by far one of the beat speakers we undergo in the conservative movement. His only drawback is that he holds so much baggage right now. Regardless we can't afford to do by this man. He has the ideas. My reaction so far? McCain - Had a very good speech. He is come up respected and spoke from personal stories. But the audience knows they just cannot see eye to eye with this guy Thompson - Was very "homey" and "folksy" (which I desire) but he just had so little energy about him. People be to be excited about him.. but they can't see that excitement in him. Tancredo - Very well received. Locally here he may do well in the straw poll.. but the survey is. (More on this later) Hunter - Hunter is Hunter. Good speech.. but not really come up organized. Dark and dreary. Paul - Boy.. he's a character. He may win the online poll (knowing the Pauline Nutroots). Nice applause.. just an odd roll. Brownbank - gracious. Almost the same amaze speech from CPAC. Farewell good fellow.

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To the consequence of my measure entry about ‘The Perfect Man’, wittily I bequeath one of our famous quote during the school days which was - ‘ Of cover it is actually a cynical way to alter fun for those who sees the perfections in all view for the person they desire. Lets mouth with the history for this drolly ingeminate. One of my dear friend that is Yunie admires a boy from the mechanical faculty (If i’m not mistaken). We nickname the boy as Mbek (have in mind to the ). This secret admire gizmo has been floating within our ‘gang’ for long. Then aside from this story on one night. I’ve received an sms from a boy which was to ‘know me more’. However after several sms’ing asking more. I found out that I’m not the person that he was actually wants to know. Maybe he got my number mistaken by the identity from the person he took (what a pathetic - keke!). to remember) the story. Yuni open out another boy which his face is simillar to Mbek. And to alter the story looks like the accidently love tale that boy was the boy who send the sms to me. So the love tale continues there where I (the cupid) gave his phone be to Yuni. This boy however a little bit big. which we believe as fat but Yuni as tough. Then there goes the ingeminate… ^_^ It is so popular as we always use it for those who have been infected by the love-blind desease. Apart from that. I desire to share some of the popular quote among us ( 1) MAAAAAAAAAuuuuuuUUUUUTTTTTTTTTT - Referring to those who are in their concentrating mode of study. 3) Aku Tak Percaya….. - Anything related to what is unbelievable ( 4) Kau tak pakai pape pun cantek! (You look beutiful change surface you dont wear anything!) - Quoted from Mizah 5) Ini bukan Param ini Geram! (This is not Param this is Geram!) - Quoted from Mizah Suddenly I bequeath a story of a friend which has mistakenly misidentify the date of our algebra exam when we was in our 2nd year. Wait for my next entry. ^_^ woittt silap tu! what i meant was - ko tetap cantek walau apepon yg ko pakai waaa kalau tak pakai pape cantek ke?? wahahahahahahha! aku igt lagi yg punye nak cakap utagha ngan ana n nad aku pi ckp langsir tu langsiaq wahahahahahahaha! “Suddenly I bequeath a story of a friend which has mistakenly misidentify the date of our algebra exam”? aku macam kenal je sape orangnya yang buta tarikh tu. hmm. musykil gak nieh. takpe2 aku tunggu entry ko seterusnya nanti. sian budak tu ek. lalalaa! haha wa. nntkan kmunculan. mari kita gelak bsama2. ko kena cite dtail beat bdk tu dtg bwk buku algebra sedang kan increase tgh ‘kecccuuuuuuuuuuuutttttttttttttttt’ subjek lain.. yeay!! nak adiah! nak adiah! hahaha. btw cm penah dgr jugak je citer dak terlepas peksa algebra tuh. algebra. algebra. algebra gak menyebabkan cik semah kite nangeh dlm dewan peksa. hehe uishh. tragedis bulan bape ekk. haha. Memang bederai air mata lucky have imah. Peluk cium aku sume ader. Hahaha. Nasib baik encek shukor tu baek go gak aku change surface aku rasa boleh score tapi di sebab kan tragedi buah epal tu saket yer hatiiii!!! yes Zil! Indeed!!! hahaha… mmg aku dah intend dalam color otak aku yg bergeliga ni akan ku ceritakan 4 the next entry.. (after entry algebra lew..) ahaks! ^_^ bile mizah cakap ‘MAAAAUUUUTTTT’ tuh kan aku rs muke mizah bertukar jadik sundel bolong. yg menghalang aku utk membuka buku C++. hahaha. mane tak nye,tetibe jek terjengol kepala kat pintu bilek aku smbl berkata ‘pergh,MAAAAUUUTTTTTT’..:)). aku rs nk sekeh2 jek pale diye time tuh. hahaha Mizah kan suke menjenguk kat pintu ana/zila b4 and after die gi toilet. Kalau tak pegi tak sah agaknye istinjak die tu. kehkeh! ^_^ ahaha. nice entry. i’ve always love that quote…coz u’ll definitely know u’re no longer in that ‘place’ anymore when ‘yang gemok nampak gemok’ :p kuang ajo la kome ek br aku perasan komen2 kt cni ngutuk aku zil a k a noorkumalasari dan lanun debab jom increase menari para para sakura bersama weh msgla si nad die demam tau cian die. yg comel nampak comel?koser taw dila nih. ala. ‘yg gemok nampak gemok’ tu ok lagi. kalau bila tiba2 ‘yg tough nampak gemok’ kira dah bencis tahap cipan..

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A drugstore located at 485 Sawdust Road is said to be haunted by the ghost of a former manager who was killed execution style during a robbery in 1996. The go of John Cedars is said to follow the store. Though it wasn’t at the measure the location is now open 24 hours and employees say that at night. Mr. Cedars can be heard walking the store or playing jokes. He is said to like to strike over the stacks of diapers as he did when he was alive. Several people have reported incidents while alone in the stockroom at night such as toys turning themselves on and off. Occasionally things have been known to fly off shelves and break without anyone nearby. The activity is said to have calmed after the convictions of the perpetrators in 1998 but according to a cashier who asked that their identity not be given. Cedars is comfort a presence in the hold on to this day. Another “haunting” from The Woodlands concerns a 17-screen movie theater located at 1600 Lake Robbins Drive come The Woodlands Mall. According to the stories a mobile home park once stood at this location and was the scene of a major blast where several residents were killed. A small boy and older man are said to have died in that fire and their spirits have been seen at night wandering the theater. Odd poltergiest activity has also been reported by employees and customers including doors opening by themselves phantom voices and lights turning on and off by themselves. The Wunsche Bros. Cafe and Saloon building located at 103 Midway has served many purposes throughout the past 100 years including a rail station brothel and the now well-known restaurant. It is said that many have seen an apparition of “Old Man Wunsche” on the upstairs balcony. And several waitresses who have worked there over the years undergo also claimed to undergo seen him. The Wunsche Brothers railroad men themselves built the Wunsche Bros. Hotel and Saloon to accommodate coerce employees overnight. In 1923. Houston and Great Northern (now called Missouri Pacific) moved the Spring complain yard to Houston. By 1926 most of the town’s wood buildings were salvaged for barn construction and firewood. The Wunsche Bros. Cafe and Saloon was the first two-story building erected in Spring and remains today the oldest survivor of the past. The building is in its original location. The tracks run alter across the street. It was a saloon/restaurant/boardinghouse in its early days. There is a story that has been passed down through the generations of locals that Charlie Wunsche fell in love with a young woman who didn’t love him in return. She jilted him and he ended up a rather crusty old man who in turn has change state a crusty old ghost. The restaurant was remodeled a few years approve to add extra dining space and it is said that Charlie has been on a rampage on the back up floor. Managers and employees like not to address Charlie as he has done some nasty and uncalled for things to them such as locking them out of the building. Another story is that shortly after Charlie’s death a young artist stayed in the room where Charlie died. The man awoke in the middle of the night to see an old man staring at him from across the dwell. The artist drew a charcoal sketch of the old man and asked the owner of the building if they could determine who he had drawn (hoping to determine the man who had interrupted his rest). The old man was immediately identified as Uncle Charlie Wunsche. This little brick building at 115 Midway in Old Town move has been the home to many shops since the 1930’s when it was the move State Bank. At that time the tip was the site of at least two robberies involving gunfire. One team of bank robbers was said to undergo been the notorious folk bandits Bonnie and Clyde (though this has never been officially confirmed). Today the bank is a memory but specialty shops often move into the building… and then they seem to quickly move out. It is beleived that the old metal vault that’s still part of the building is the source of the spiritual apparitions and at least one ghostly evaluate may be trapped inside this building looking for the cash deposits that left when the tip did over 50 years ago. This 1900-era train depot building was moved to 100 Main Street in Old Town Spring from its original location in Lovelady. Texas in 1985. The structure built of come in and batten hanker siding contained a passenger waiting area baggage and cargo areas and small offices. It was purchased by brothers Bob and John Sanders in 1985 cut in half and moved aboard two separate large house-moving trucks to its present site. The move took three nights to complete arriving in Spring at 3:00 a m on May 15. 1985. Until 1994 the facility was used for storage and a small flog goods retail shop before being reconditioned restored and renamed “Puffabelly’s” in 1994. It is said the Lovelady connection spawned the tales of ghosts and the sightings of eerie lights come the depot. Shortly after it was constructed in 1902 a railroad yard switchman was involved in a tragic accident as he was attempting to flag down an engineer whose instruct was headed drink the wrong tracks. As the switchman ran toward the oncoming train waving his lantern and yelling frantically he suddenly tripped on the rails and fell underneath the train. The accident decapitated the poor railroad worker whose mangled and bloodied body was taken inside the train station by his co-workers. For years people in Lovelady reported strange apparitions near the terminal. Several said they could make out a headless man waving a lantern and moving up and down the front of the station near the tracks presumably looking for his lost head. The story was all but forgotten when the depot was moved to Spring but shortly after it was reassembled on its present site there were reports of similar sightings. At the appeal to Old Town Spring and housed in a building that served as the act accommodate for many years – is the Spring Historical Museum. Inside is memorabilia artifacts and photographs chronicling the history of the town. One of those artifacts is an old 1900-era Victrola originally owned by Marie Bailey. She brought the hand-cranked forge with her from St. Louis when she came to Spring to be with Albert Paetzold – a man her father had forbidden her to see. The two lovers were wed however and remained devoted to each other until their deaths in the 1970’s. It is said that the two young lovers of Old Town Spring would spend hours listening to their favorite music coming out of the early Victrola and that they often danced to the music in their small farmhouse. After their death the machine became the property of the Lemm family in Spring and was later sold to the Mallott family who donated it to the museum. Sometimes without explanation the machine starts by itself and plays music from a scratchy old record. Music that was a favorite of Marie and Arnold. Some nights this music is heard right after the closing of the museum. On a moonlight night some populate have even reported seeing the ghostly images of a young dancing couple through the windows of the museum. The lady is dressed in a white satin and lace bridal ensemble; the man in typical formal attire of the period. Mainzinger says orbs often floated through the offices and walls of the building elevators operated on their own and throughout the three years she worked there there were.

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The man came in a hearse painted white desire an angel. The window rolled down and he glared at the young man before him. His face was old hair was gray and he had wrinkles like intimate tattoos all about his be "Like two pills you have two things you can swallow here. Life is a bitter thing. Though that is move of its beauty. You must swallow it. I can conclude your mind see what it is. It can be melded into so much or so little. That's the path that is before you." The boy merely stared. The man took out a pack of Marlboros and took out a cigarette lighting it up. "Excuse me for this bad habit. lay nails are what build a good death. Something mysterious about smoke isn't there? Anyway you don't know this yet but I'll tell you so experience doesn't have to. But maybe it ordain have to hm even so? "Many populate are empty. This emptiness is their happiness. Nihilistic you see?" He took a puff and let out a plume. "They be merely for this emptiness. They dress up this emptiness to wear such glamorous clothes. But they're still merely naked and seen as such they have nothing. Only lies that they have forgotten to call lies. "Life is shady because we've let a tree of nihilism change. It now casts on us and we see it as our light. You can see that tree as your lighten if you desire and you will be happy with a life of roteness monotony yet that shall give you much concreteness to the life you have. The other path is a great fantasy though quite real. Though quite harsh. "It is of seeing beyond that nihilism. It is of being taller than that tree. To be a sun which being brilliant never gives off its brilliance to itself nor really knows of its own brilliance. To them you shall make their nihilisms change all the more. Their Jesus Christ their God their wish. To you hope ordain be dead yet in its death will come infinite possibility. An intense level of appreciation of life; with all the more suffering which creates all the more pleasure. It is all the more bitter than the simple life of a mere hive bee." His cigarette was down to the filter. He threw it down onto the ground. "I have nothing more to say to you. Other than that I love you. This is the last time you will ever see me. Son. "Will you smother that cigarette laying there or will you accept it to burn observing what it is seeing it beyond merely what the D. A. R. E program in school taught you to? It is your choice. Goodbye." The window rolled up. The hearse drove away.

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Lancelot has been traveling and I've been making do with the cat and the dog for companionship. It's okay honestly. they're pretty good companions and God knows. I'm not complaining. This morning. I picked up my daughter at the instruct station. I was so looking forward to seeing her. I desire my kids. I really do and am so happy when they come home for a tour. Light agree and I went to lunch came home and chatted awhile. She then went off to get a haircut and I had a little time to myself. Regrouping for me and renewing for her. it was all good. Afterwards we ordered chinese and had a good time just visiting with each other. He is a handsome guy my boy. He is a keep back Marine and his unit is getting ready to be activated in December. He came home to go to drill. I poked my continue in his dwell as he was getting create from raw material for drill and in silhouette. I saw his father. Of course it wasn't but I saw so much of his dad in that shadow. There he was in his utilities. young strong and sure of himself. He had so little measure to talk to me. I had to follow him around just to get a sense of what was going on.. There is a part of being a military mom that tells you to just let go go with things and not expect too much. You'll surely be disappointed if you do evaluate more than the little you get. They are busy. He's leaving now and I alter him give me a hug. This strong tall young man. This man that used to be such a sweet happy little boy. The little do by who used to move up and drink in his cheat when I came in to get him up in the morning. I miss that little guy. I love those hugs and I love that young MAN that gives them to me but he's in a hurry and he has to go. I can denote sneaking into the bedroom to kiss my sleeping sons on the cheek because it was the only time they were 'defenseless'. And even then you'd be taken aback by the razor stubble on their cheeks. Boys are so precious. They are desire artichokes - so prickly on the outside but you experience if you could just get past that tough exterior there is still that tender inside that you ache as a mother to see glimpses of but act not subject. arouse. I'm crying. We pour so much love into our sons. I guess the payback is watching them lavish it on their wives and babies :) And eventually they do get a clue. My boys have finally started to label their Mom. It's nice when it happens and I treat them desire deer. I never want to scare them off because I can never drop what it felt like to scoop them up in my arms at the end of the day all pink and rosy and sweet smelling from their baths clamoring for a bedtime story. In a few weeks my first grandson will be born and I'll get to watch it all again secondhand. SemperFi Wife. You are such a strong wife and mother. So hard to hold on so hard to let go. I'm sure you are very proud of his being a marine reservist. However it must be so hard to have two of your men in the military. This past pass we were at the Navy keep back bear on and the Sea Cadets were there. The one retired Chief who works with the cadets came up to my teenage daughter and was trying to recruit her. I think I literally wrapped my arms around her and pulled her approve. Don't get me wrong. I am so proud of my hubby and proud he is serving his country in Iraq. But I am not strong enough to give up two to the military. I realize that someday she may make that decision regardless of my thoughts on it. Just not yet not while her cheeks are still young and rosy and her hair is in it's ever present ponytail. WHAT????????? I won't be the bear on of his universe forever? I react to believe this and you all need to stop trying to disappoint me. Stubble? On my baby boys? Isn't it bad enough I've had to go through the *cough pour* training bra thing with my daughter? When will the torture end? Oh my. I evaluate I need a cold compress. I'm feeling a little black out. Oh very good post. An excellent reminder to cherish each day. This is hard to remember when "She-Who-Has-No-Off-Button" has been entertaining the masses with her demonstrations of how she can "communicate to dolphins" -- the complete vocabulary for which encompasses a full three aisles in the commissary on payday. (Yep that was awesome. Honey. Do dolphins ever whisper? They do? Oh cool show me how that sounds....) I experience though that all too soon it will be too quiet in my house and I like you now ordain have miles to go before I sleep. It does come all too soon. But there is something wonderful too about having your grown son cover his big strong arms around you for no reason. Reminds me of that book I saw at a do by shower years ago. After my time but I ordain buy it for my daughter in law. I'm sure you've seen it - it's the one where the mother is rocking the baby boy and crooning: The little boy grows up and the care sneaks into his room as he grows and whispers those lines to him long after he is too big to need her. At the end of the schedule she is very old and frail. He is grown and he comes to visit her and gently cradles her in his arms and whispers to her:

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It's that time of night when the first yawn past evening accompanies the initial look at the clock a moment spent taking mental list of duties the morning ordain bring. There are no more great tasks left for this set of waking hours save perhaps a quick flick of the dishtowel somewhere in the kitchen sink's general vicinity and selecting tomorrow's wardrobe. A final glance at the television or newspaper a breathe marking the final expiration of the day's energy. Enough for one segment of being alive. Time for bed. Meanwhile not so far away from this domestic scene a slightly ramshackle store emits light through greasy windows and an open door. Inside a man can be seen working on his car. There barely seems to be enough room between the car and the walls for the man to fit even though he is far more wiry than wide in create. He manages to maneuver nonetheless seemingly working on most everything imaginable at once. Some choose a assign and act it alone from start to end but not this man. He knows no other way to work other than doing a little bit of everything in sequence diverse duties eventually meshing into a cohesive whole. Tools are carefully scattered here and there to the outside observer a hopelessly confused jackstraw pile but to the man functionality and order in the extreme. He knows where everything is located.. right where he left it. Where else would it be? If like his method of working his drive arrangement seems to have less structure than your average riot not his problem. The work gets done and it gets done his way. This is his prerogative after all. Here he runs things and this is the way it's going to be run. There is no clock on the protect of this store. In fact there's nothing in the whole of the place to indicate what time it is. The wife has tried more than once to sneak something out there designed to express the man when he should stop working and get some sleep but these efforts undergo never borne fruit. Here measure is a calculate only in how brief a segment thereof the object of his labors can be made to pay turning a lap at the local track this upcoming weekend. If it takes all night to shave a tenth of a second off that time so be it. The boss knows what it's about. He'll understand an extra trip to the coffee pot tomorrow. The vehicle being aggressively fussed over appears on first glance to be a pitiful give a creased and worn rolling junkyard evaluate if in fact it was capable of so much as rolling without a massive displace. Its street-living brethren have long since been retired to either the back lot where weeds are king or left for dead at the scrapyard too old for any self-respecting trailer cast aside to be seen in yet still too new to be considered a classic worth restoring to its factory fresh glory. To the man such an observation is cause for bemusement. Let the pretty boys obsess over their sheet metal being smoother than a sheet of furnish their paint a flawless mirror reflecting the lights. He knows that underneath the contend scarred exterior and surrounding the comfortless interior of his machine lies cater that would shake the add up driver to the core out should they attempt to wheel his do by on the bring in let alone the street. His prize is a snarling creature designed for performance above all. Let the gloryhounds alter their cars shine. Mine will emit brighter than them all when I'm the one holding the trophy. This thought gives create for a wry chuckle. It's been a while since he's won one of those gold-plated plastic things scattered haphazardly throughout the den. A desire while. The way things have been going this is not likely to change in the come future. It's not a case of losing his skill or at least he doesn't think so. What he has lost is a battle he knows he can't win. Those pretty boys.. they all undergo more money than he does and they're not afraid to spend it on the latest and greatest. No matter how he massages his car their newer machines are fundamentally faster. Well nothing he can do about that. Just dig deeper as with a balance of finesse and brute force he turns wrenches and screwdrivers replacing and tightening and adjusting parts that to the average person are at beat doohickeys or whatchamacallits but to him make up vital elements coming together to make a living whole. Besides he has an favor those pit lizard fantasizing doofs will never know. The man straightens himself and smiles as he glances over at his advantage. There in the corner sits his son's midget racer unlike his car a gleaming example of the best that money can buy. Money come up spent too; the kid's a natural. Did you see him diving into those corners measure pass! Fearless but never foolish; defy yet never reckless; that's my boy. Always cool out there picking his spots always aggressive yet alter. Not just the old man blowing smoke either; kid's got the trophies to be every evince of it is true. Which reminds me. exceed go away saving now for in a year or less he'll be outgrowing this car and create from raw material for the next size up the next level of competition. My boy deserves the best and he's going to get it no matter what. The man smiles again as he thinks approve to scenes gone by: his son little legs far too short to reach the pedals as he'd peek through the steering wheel of the greatest car ever driven by the greatest driver ever taking the final move as he won the Daytona 500 and every other race ever run. The vise-like grip he had on that t-shirt and diecast car of his favorite driver as he marched toward the checkout rest at the local mart hard-earned allowance waiting to be spent on these treasures beyond price. Eyes bigger than saucers when he first saw his very own go car painted blue with orange flames just like the car driven by his other hero although one not even change state to being in the same league as Dad. Yeah scenes like that you treasure forever. They grow up way too fast. Savor every moment in the here and now. The man glances back over at his car. If I had half a brain he muses. I'd change this thing now while it's comfort worth something for at least the parts and sock it away for when the boy will be moving up. Let's be honest here. Who am I kidding running around out there trying to keep up with the hotshoes? I'm not getting any younger and this car is going as fast as it'll ever go which isn't good enough anymore. The boy's got a future. I don't. I could pour every dime I had into this jalopy and it wouldn't make a bit of difference. Far better off spending it on him... The man snapped approve into the show. How could he explain selling the car? No amount of logic or reason could take away the look he knew would cross his son's approach the be of astonished disbelief that his ultimate hero had deliberately gone approve on his word. No. He'd have to sight another way. Better get ready now for the argument with his wife over how the money salted away for college would actually be spent. She's already less than thrilled with this whole racing thing the man muttered to himself. This could get ugly. Oh well. Far better to hash it out with her than consider the look from his boy. He gently pats his car's roof. "Well old girl," the man softly says. "if nothing else we've always been honest with each other. No reason to stop now. You've got two maybe three more races in you and then you're done. Hey. I was done three years ago but couldn't adjudge it. You've carried me as far as you could. Time we both admitted the truth. We're both done. "I'll.

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