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[QUOTE=James][color=#B0251E]That simultaneously intrigues and disgusts me. [/color][/QUOTE] *laughs* What James said, it's exactly what I was feeling. ^_~ Mhm. I've said this to you before, I am very much impressed by your way with words. I know I couldn't pull off a fraction of what you can do with any style.

[QUOTE=Chabichou][COLOR=#004a6f] In Islam, we can only marry people who are muslim, but no one says anyone should be forced to follow this rule.[/COLOR] [/QUOTE] Heh. When I was younger, I was taught that Muslim girls had to marry Muslim guys, while Muslim guys could marry from whatever religion they choose. I personally am very against "arranged" marriages. To clarify, I am not really against it if/when parents and relatives want you to [i]meet a girl/guy[/i] they know around your age, someone they think is nice in character (though the aunt I live with tells me about boys my age she thinks are nice in both character and looks *half grins*), knows they have the same interests as you, ect. Not really a bad way to know people. Anyways. The kind of marriages I am fully against are the kind where you have no say in certain/any parts.

[quote name='Heaven's Cloud][color=indigo'] I find HC so inspiring that I have modeled my whole life after him.[/color][/quote] I think if I modeled my whole life after this HC character, I might've been arrested at least a few times for variouse mild offenses, as I think some of his habits are illegal even in Jersey City, and I most certainly would've been locked out of the house a long time ago.

She always wondered if he cares for her the same way as she cares for him. Oh, of course they are great friends. The problem is, she?s attracted to him in every single way imaginable, in a crazy hopeless sort of way she can?t control nor explain, couldn?t if she had to. And goodness knows she?s tried.

[QUOTE=lea] I have a problem about editing comments in my O, when I am logged in. It says I dont have sufficient authority or whatnot. Much thanks =)[/QUOTE] I still have that problem, about editing comments. Seems other people can edit their own, in my O, but I cant delete them myself. *shrugs*

Seems a lot of what you write turns into some kinda favorite of mine. And not because you are you, but you really have a sort of friendship with words, a flare for putting things together that really work well. Kinda like a great chef creating new dishes. It was very good. I liked it a lot. =)

[quote name='Charles']I'm beginning to think that I should get into macaroni and cheese marketing. It's obvious that when my gossamer language is applied to tasty food, the public will be frothing at the mouth. My reasons for making this career decision are completely liberal, however--as money has no importance to me. I simply want to end this silly anti-carb paranoia.[/quote] The public will be frothing at the mouth, eh? I'm sorry, but that doesnt sound very healthy, let alone hygenic XD Kidding, kidding. Sorta. I have to admit, this tall crazy white boy named Charles does have a way with words. =)

[QUOTE=anatema][size=1]I can sum it up in four words: [spoiler]big wallet, HUGE cock[/spoiler][/size][/QUOTE] How about - [spoiler]one that cant talk?[/spoiler] ^_~

[QUOTE=Hevn] I also want to go to Egypt and see the pyramids[/QUOTE] Aye, I was there a few months ago, visiting relatives. =) I wanna go to Ireland, France, Japan, Italy, Australia, Germany..... So many parts of the world are very beautiful in their own ways. I think I am a travelling type of girl; I wanna go most places at least once. The world is kinda small, when you think about it. *nods*

Less than half the pms I send via MyO show up in the sent items folder, and only about half of those are actually recieved by the intended. Why is that so? And I have a problem about editing comments in my O, when I am logged in. It says I dont have sufficient authority or whatnot. Much thanks =)

*finally aquired proper time to re-read everything* Like everyone else had gushed, your stories rock. *nods* =D I sense a talent in Alan ^_~

[QUOTE=KarmaOfChaos][color=deeppink][size=1] It's good stuff, but the massive amounts of space between each paragraph seem kind of pointless. [/size][/color][/QUOTE] Hmm, the long bits of space are the same reason I put them in my O posts. When I think the font is small-ish, I feel really claustrophobic, and I have to put big spaces, or else it will annoy me to no end untill I do. (I dont know how to change the font size to how I would like, so yeah.) =P [quote name='CaptainAnarchy']Let me ask this, is this a true story? And I really do wonder if hes still around today....[/quote] Yeah, tis a true story. =\

I think it is well written. Just the rythm and flow it had at times. Very beautiful in a dark way. [ Exhaling softly, she continued, ?Silent screamer like the butterfly. You spread your beautiful silver-dusted wings to fly far from here, but they?re torn and tattered, fraying into a thousand strings of thoughts of things.?] [she began again, rushed, as if there was now some great idea upon her, ?Sometimes dreamers in a dreamer?s sleep with naught but nightmares to keep will wake up in a frenzied, maddened passion and demand for something deeper, deeper than the drugs. Not feeling hurts too much now because all you?ve got is that deadened stare with empty eyes and empty sighs and nothing but lies wrapped in white chiffon?? she stopped suddenly, as if the idea had died, now speaking in a quiet voice again, ?No tears will come to those sad, sad eyes. There?s this ache you just can?t place somewhere in the corners of your soul, slowly creeping into the veins and into the brain, and slowly, slowly, driving you insane?Twilight casts a regretful shadow over the nighttime sky and almost whimpers as he pulls closed the curtains on another beautiful wondering. He shutters his eyes, his eyebrows knit tragically, and his frown causes the moon to shed a tear. As his cold, flowing arms enwrap that sweet imperfection, the tear is frozen in the blue-black blood of space and time and becomes another ageless hope, another reason for blind belief in something that never was, and never will be. And so the cycle continues?.?] I personally find the imagery in those parts compelling. Methinks you will get a good grade. *nods* =)

I was lying in bed one night, lost in thought. My mind drifted over this and that, and picked up on a high school memory about my Senior math class. Well, more about the kids in it. Or lack of, as there were a grand total of four guys and two girls. Two of the guys were jerks and slept/skipped most of the time, so I tend to X them out of memory. Eh heh heh. What sticks out about the classmates left was Nick. I had known him since seventh grade. He had some type of charisma, some type of energy that drew people to him, people from different stereotypes. He was stereotyped as a Goth of sorts, as he loved heavy metal, was naturally a very white boy, and wore his favorite color (black) all the time. As I got to know him, I found him to be one of the acedemicly laziest people I knew. And one of the ones that always broke the curve in class. u.u He loved Shakespear and math class. And the woods. He smiled when it rained. And when he thought no one was watching, he liked to daydream. He loved art. Drawing was his forte, no one could deny that. His drawings were amazing, whether they be simple and clean, or complex and intruiguingly morbid. The latter he did a lot of, actually. As we grew, I learned more about Nick. His stepdad was never home, never there. His older brother always beat the crap out of him for his money, as he was a heavy drug user. In ninth grade, his mom died of cancer. Tenth and eleventh went by, dragged out and in a blur, as school time always goes. One random day during twelfth grade lunch, Nick announced mid group discussion that he had become a drug dealer. Everyone stopped and stared at him. No one knew what he was going for, with that choice. Shock value? Quick and easy money? Did he really need it that badly? He started to drift away from people; it was hard to talk to him anymore. One morning, before homeroom, I heard insane uncontroleable giggling as I shut my locker door. I turned around, and there was Nick, clutching the wall. His face was dark red, and his eyes matched his face. I quietly panicked. Something felt wrong. ?Nick.... are you ok?? ?Teeheehee? ??Nick? Are you high? o.o? *more giggling* "=(" ?Mhm. =)? My heart dropped. Oh God. Soon after, it was graduation, and most people lost contact, as most people do. Tis a natural thing, after all. Things were already kinda on the messy side in my life, stuff happened, and I moved out of my mom?s. Right before I moved out, I was driving around, and but who should I see, sitting on the bridge near the lumberyard, but Nick. Of course I parked my car, and walked over to where he was. I almost cried in shock. His naturally blond hair was dyed pitch black, and hung in greasy clumps down his neck. His face shone a deathly pale glow. But the worst was his eyes. His blue eyes were bloodshot. Looking into them, it was scary how you could see that a lot of him was gone. I don?t know how else to describe it but that he looked half empty inside. Oh sure, he could sorta hold a conversation, but immedietly it was recognized that what made Nick [i]Nick[/i] had withered away. He had moved out of the house, and worked a job part time at the lumber mill, to explain his income. Yes, he was still a drug dealer. ?Traveling medicine man?, in his words. It almost made me cry, to talk to him. When we parted ways, I quietly said goodbye. I wonder?if he is still around today.

[QUOTE=KarmaOfChaos][color=deeppink][size=1]I want a spam vaccine. Spam is like the digital common cold. It follows you everywhere you go, and no matter how many times you think you've gotten rid of it, it always comes back. [/size][/color][/QUOTE] And I bet the spam vaccine will be as common as the cootie shot. ^_~

The alien Shinkamaru's looks radioactive. I think that's a neat effect. =)

..... You did. I believe you just described the undescribable. Near the end made me teary eyed, the ending made me gasp. I have to go recover from my emotional roller coaster ride. Karmi, you are wonderful.

Actually, I found it more amusing that not ^_~

I think it is very good, cept the ending, because it was rushed, like already pointed out. It was nice because it sounded like it was told from a little kids point of view, which made it more...believable. =P

[quote name='Charles'] At least you didn't hit a deer or some other formidable opponent for your vehicle. My brother suffered through an experience like that and the results are both physically and psychologically disasterous.[/quote] Psychological, especially if you accidently ran over a pet.

[quote name='ChibiHorsewoman][color=darkviolet']I guess a sugar high could help produce some pretty good sack sessions since I guess sugar and chocolate produce endorphines. I think[/color][/quote] That was terrible. Sugar induced giddyness/highs take you so far up... And are considerably short, and you fall hard in the end, as the engery obtained from candies/cookies doesnt last long in your system. Eat enough processed sugar and you get sick. *points to above post* The energy from fruit lasts longer and keeps you level, instead of the up and down roller-coaster of candies and such. Which is why fruit is more recommended to athletes.

Menstrual cramps. And when I wrecked, my head and body ached for the longest time afterwards.

I remember when some kids at my school came in dresses as a pimp and his "associats." I honestly dont know how they got away with it, as they were kinda obvious.

I as well never went trick or treating, based on religion. Eh well, it's only free candy.

I like his art style. =) Very distinguished.