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You, a creature of the night, have captivated, nay, bewitched me mind, body, heart and soul. Your spell over me has me feeling tenderness and passion for you. I am appalled at the composed self-assurance that lurks in your devastatingly alluring eyes. I loathe the tenderness and passion that your tantalizing and confident features inspire in me. When your insipid complexion is exposed in the light, my faint heart is captivated by your enticing eyes. Your poised disposition and elegance surfaces a longing in your bleak heart, although you are the most shadowy and sinister of creatures, I find that you are bewitching and irresistible. I hold a weakness in my aspiring heart for your sad and yet magnificent company to fill the void in my dreary and unfulfilled life.
I know I invoke the rage in your when I speak of your magnificence. A creature such as you is not use to hearing such discourse from one of the living, which is why I even utter such lexis to you, a beautiful immortal. You are not of the living, but nor are you a monster or a beast. You are eternal, everlasting, perpetual bliss of the murky depths. You are elegance shrouded in desperation for another life, a life you covet for your own immortality. You delight in the notion of being mortal. Blood rules your existence, sweet, succulent, crimson fluid that flows through all mortal veins, and yet you must rob them of their essence so your vapid and feeble structure can still exist in a world that proves most unkind to those of the undead.
Your self-assured disposition infuriates me to no end, but at the same time you have a longing in your dismal eyes which makes me yearn to comfort you and alleviate what misery you have. I cannot impede your pain, but I can join you in your suffering so you do not have to face this desolate and everlasting death called "immortality" alone. So partake of my essence with your pointed smile, and give me your same demise in the sweetest torment possible that I might dwell with you evermore.
As you sink your eager fangs into my provocative neck I can feel the rush of the warm, red liquid course from my neck down my trembling body. I also feel overcome by the pleasant caress of you thoughtful lips to appease my throbbing vein. You procure what you want of me and then you liberate me leaving me breathless and to conform to my new inexperienced nature as an immortal creature of the night. The only part that aids me in this never ending death is knowing I share this beautiful after life with the most magnificent creature I've ever laid eyes on.
With him I have learned so much. His vampire heart does not hinder his human emotions. He's passionate and loving, more so than most mortals. Perhaps he is this way because he craves to feel alive again, be human as he once was. Although he is no longer desolate in our cryptic and nefarious undead world, he still aches for the feel of the heart that once did beat in his now hollow chest and for the veins that once had warm, red blood flowing through them and that are now cold as ice. Some days, as we lie still in our comatose state, he cries out in reaction to a bad dream. He tells me of his dreams, that his thirst for blood drives him to insanity, invoking the beast within him. He is terrified of that inner beast, mortified at the very thought of killing innocent people for the pure joy of bloodshed. As I have said before, he is loving and passionate. I think that's why I love him so much. I share his affinity in love and passion, the sweet embrace of your significant other and the pure ecstasy in their kiss. The way they make you forget your name when they simply look at you with their mesmerizing gaze. I know he loves me, if he didn't he wouldn't have bestowed upon me the beautiful curse that we both now share as immortal beings who drink the life from innocent mortals. I was more than ecstatic to become his eternal mate but I had one condition, we had to do it the traditional way. I wasn't going out without a ceremony of some kind. So we did it the Transylvanian way, a graveyard ceremony. It was quite beautiful, considering the circumstances. The only part that mattered to me was me giving my mortal essence away for an immortal death, just to be with him. This beautiful and impending demise that will soon be my "life" long curse will also be my constant blessing, a reminder that even death can bring about the most remarkable and adventurous life to those of us that have dwelled in the darkness for far too long.
HTC continues to dominate the Windows Mobile world with its latest release the HTC HD2.It is a one of a kind Windows phone with a feature set that few of its competitors will be able to match. It delivers an experience your senses have been waiting for. The unprecedented 4.3-inch pixel-packed display is stunning. The world's first capacitive touch technology on a Windows® phone along with 1 GHz processing power ensure a smooth and lightning-fast response to the lightest touch of your finger.
Most importantly, it is our first Windows phone to embody HTC SenseTM - a holistic experience that focuses on making phones work in the most intuitive way. HTC Sense is based on three core principles - make it mine, stay close, and discover the unexpected.
Make It Mine
HTC HD2's expansive display is like a canvas on which you create a phone that is just right for you. Customize the phone by prioritizing essential features like mail, calendar, messaging, browser and more. Next, with just a tap, put shortcuts to the most important people, favorite websites, or most used application right on the home screen. And if you feel like something is still missing, visit Windows® Marketplace for Mobile, and install fun and useful applications.
Your phone doesn't only reflect your personality; it also tunes into your location. The clock automatically updates to the local time wherever you are. You can see the outside temperature and weather at a glance. And, if you choose the weather wallpaper, you'll get a brilliantly lifelike animation that lets you virtually feel the sun's rays or the chill of the breeze without setting a foot outside.
Stay Close
With HTC HD2, communication is focused around people rather than applications, so all of your interactions like email, SMS, phone logs, and even updates from Facebook are all in one place. Right where your instinct tells you to look - next to the photo of the person with whom you want to stay in touch with.
In business, a phone call often has the power to prevent a mile-long pile up of inconclusive emails. HTC HD2 makes it simple to go from reading an email to calling the sender. All it takes is a single tap on the large phone icon right from the email. And if you need to get everyone involved in the discussion - just tap next to the images of everyone to create an instant conference call.
Forget the challenge of jumping from your calendar to your phone application while trying to find and memorize the number for your next conference call. On HTC HD2, conference call reminders conveniently appear with a big dial button ready for you to press, even the PIN is displayed, so you'll never miss out on the latest strategy session.
Discover the Unexpected
Some design features of HTC HD2 are far better experienced than can be explained in mere words. Like the ringer volume level that immediately scales down when the phone detects that you have picked it up, or the display that automatically adjusts to the light level in your surroundings and turns off to prevent false screen touches during a call.
HTC HD2 is built for pure finger touch control. Zoom in and out of documents, web pages, pictures or emails with just a simple pinch. Type up responses faster and more accurately on the large onscreen keyboard. The capacitive touch experience combined with an interface optimized for the spacious display, lets you easily adjust the settings, set up calendar appointments, browse through photos, and navigate through menus with only the touch of a finger.
Carry the HTC HD2 in your pocket and you'll never have to worry about finding a Wi-Fi access point for your laptop. Your phone simply connects to superfast 3.5G cellular networks and becomes your personal wireless access point - anytime, anywhere.
HTC HD2 has you covered when it comes to taking and viewing pictures wherever you may be. The 5 megapixel auto-focus camera is perfect for capturing the beauty of the great outdoors; combined with the dual LED flash it's also ideal for capturing images in dim conditions. And when you're ready to move from behind the lens and start sharing your collection, you'll dazzle your audience with the large beautifully displayed pictures in the new river-flow gallery.
So if you have already purchased a HTC HD2 or you plan to in the near future, read on to discover some of the benefits to getting your HTC unlocked.
As you already would know, one of the key benefits to unlocking your HTC is to allow you to switch your expensive service provider to another network provider that offers the best deals for calls and sms services suited as per your requirement.
Not only does it help you to reduce your calling costs drastically within your home network but it simultaneously allows you to save up on your calling costs while on roaming since you can use a local network provider wherever you are travelling. When your phone is unlocked, there is the possibility of applying a dual SIM adapter, which allows you to have two SIM cards in the same handset. This makes your cell phone a much more versatile tool, for example you can separate work and leisure calls. Switching SIM cards can become as easy as turning your cell phone off and on again. You are in complete control of your mobile phone!
Thousands of people around the world are using unlocked HTCs due to these several reasons.
If you are frequent traveler or just can't bear the outrageous costs of expensive contracts then you should seek unlocking your HTC. There are many ways to do this such as the HTC Unlock Codes method, software unlock or unlocking using a cable (the hardware unlock). While the software unlock is a complicated and time consuming method on the other hand the hardware unlock method requires you to give your phone away to a store to unlock it for which you are charged heavily.
The most trusted, instant and reliable method is to unlock your HTC via the means of Instant IMEI unlocking codes. It is as easy as dialing a phone number. Just find a trusted provider on the internet to get your HTC Unlock Codes.
The best way to distinguish a genuine code provider is to check whether the company can unlock all models since a company with a genuine code server access should not only be able to Unlock HTC HD2 but, as a matter of fact they should be able to unlock all HTC Smartphones.
I was a sedentary individual before I took up to walking. Sitting in front of a computer for ten hours a day, driving through the city up and down to my place of work for three hours every day, and then watching television for the rest of the time before going off to sleep at around 12 am.
My lifestyle led to health problems with far worse consequences...as recourse, my doctor had advised me to take up walking as an exercise. It's now a couple of months since I have started to go for regular walks and it has already permeated a feeling a well-being within me. Initially, I used to take a brisk walk for 5 minutes without a break. Now I am able to walk for 25 minutes at a stretch. While walking, it is essential to take quick, short steps and control your breathing.
Mornings are good for walks as you breathe clean, fresh air. It's quite an invigorating experience and enjoyable even when you use the same route everyday. Of course, to grasp that feeling of well being in the end, you need to walk regularly and make it part of your daily routine.
Walking as an exercise is good for weight management, cardiovascular fitness or most importantly, for regular physical activity. If you are over 40 then you must consult your doctor before embarking on this exercise. Do you think walking exercise is enough to stay fit? If you were a fitness freak, would you take up walking as an exercise?
Attachment is an illusion, which can make you happy but only for a while. Attachment provides a sense of safety and a comfort zone. It grows in proportion to the fear of losing that person. Attachment would mean total dependency and/or control over other's life and lack of freedom is definitely not what one longs for.
Change is the inevitable truth of life that alters circumstances, beliefs, people and hence relationships too. Once you are in sync with this truth there would be no heartaches. Then you will be in pace with the law of nature. The constant flux of things will not make you unhappy anymore. When you are ready for transition from one phase to another you don't need to cling to people. If the person remains the same - the rhythm continues; but if the person changes there is no defeat because you were aware of it already.
Are you looking forward to a relationship and want it to work really well? Think again! Is it the desire to be in a relation or you want security and stability more than the person? If you are looking towards marriage only to bind the person for life, its like an agreement; neither attachment nor love.
True love is one step ahead and involves giving away selflessly so much that you forget your own self. Real happiness is based upon conscious acceptance of truth that nothing is constant.
Hey, everyone....nothin to say, so u dont have to read this.....
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A little boy goes to his father and asks "Daddy, how was I born?"
The father answers, "Well, son, I guess one day you will need to find out anyway!
Your Mom and I first got together in a chat room on Yahoo.
Then I set up a date via e-mail with your Mom and we met at a cyber-cafe.
We sneaked into a secluded room, where your mother agreed to a download from my hard drive.
As soon as I was ready to upload, we discovered that neither one of us had used a firewall, and since it was too late to hit the delete button, nine months later a little pop-up appeared that said:
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"You Got Male!"
Our hands are the best tools nature has gifted us with. They work, they pray, they greet, they say! Yes they say a lot about you and your future through brilliant interfaces known as palms! Wondering what I am talking about? I am talking about palm reading, an art that is believed to have originated in India around 5000 years ago. It became popular in China and later spread to Europe and other parts of the world.
Chinese palm reading classifies the different kinds of palms into specific types. Soft skin of the palms indicates that you have a good taste and enjoy a luxurious lifestyle. People, who take risks, enjoy accepting challenges show worn palm skin texture. Impulsive and self-confident people have smooth fingers while the creative thoughtful people lack the smoothness in their fingers. People with slender hands are believed to befit wood and water industries while metal and earth industries suit people with square shaped palms. People with heavy palms, which are linked with the Earth element, can do well in fire industries. Long nails exhibit an artistic nature, spoon shaped nails say that you always choose the best in life. Born leaders have their index finger taller than their ring finger while people with ring fingers longer than index fingers are good marketers of themselves.
I hope most of you know which of your palm lines are given which names. So let me directly tell you what these lines indicate. You headline, if short, don\'t take risks in life, if its long, that\'s great. It says that you have a good intellectual ability. If your heart line has an upward split, you are going to have a happy marriage. In case it has a downward split, you may end up having short romances throughout life. Splits in your lifeline are indicative of brief illnesses.
But I have some questions about this and they are unanswered till today. See if you can find their answers. My first doubt is that, not both of your palm lines look alike. (At least mine don\'t!) Then which palm to read and why? External physical factors can influence the shape or nature of your palms. Then how can palm lines guide you? Are there no two people in the world, whose palm lines look alike? Does, having similar shaped palms and fingers indicate a similarity in the pattern of life? Is similarity in palms indicative of similar personas? I have my doubts.
Smile is a curved line that keeps all things straight! And why would it not? After all it is one of the splendid expressions and the richest experiences. Research has revealed that laughter is an expression found in other animals in the form of spurts of laughter-like sounds. But human laughter is still unique as it is the result of the understanding of humor. It is not just an action; it is rather an expression of a positive emotion in the human beings.
Recent research in laughter has shown that an infant at an early age of 17 days shows spontaneous laughter. There are several languages and dialects but all laugh in almost the same way! Moreover anyone can laugh. Those born deaf and dumb yet have the ability to laugh. Isn't that interesting? However it is observed that men and women react differently to the same kind of humor. Their have different tastes and distinct senses of humor. What makes a woman laugh may not have the same effect over a man. It is also because of the element of surprise involved. What surprises men, does not surprise women.
More than anything else, laughter reduces stress. It helps you release tensions. Laughter is beneficial for your health and that is why is the best medicine. It relaxes the muscles of your face and also creates joy. Laughter is really such a great emotion that both its cause and its effect are nothing but joy! If I have to define laughter, I will say, laughter is glee galore, so each time you laugh, just encore! 
ok so far my postings have been horrible, i can never get my story to comeout how i like it to look so here's one more go
The Surprising Adventures of Jimmy D. Terrible
BEEP! BEEP! Who would have thought a little Mickey Mouse clock would ever make so much noise, but it does and it just sits there teasing you knowing sooner or later you'll have to get up and turn it off ...the balls on that bastard to think we don't need anymore sleep. Poor Jimmy didn't even realize the ear piercing screech of that little mouse, he just finished a double shift yesterday and was in the weeds for half of that day. Jimmy was a recent graduate from culinary school and was still getting the hang of the controlled chaos called a working kitchen, it was a symphony of pots and pans, the random screams of self mutilated workers (the f*cking new guys). Jimmy lives in a small bustling city on the outskirts of L.A. County called Long Beach, California he lives right off of ocean and Cherry Street. If you're thinking he's some sort of beach bum you are sadly mistaken my friend for these two reasons 1.) he's lazy, unfit and terribly skinny 2.) the water down at the beach is not what id like to call clean, here let me give you a hypothetical situation, if you happen to jump in with out protection you might come out with a new strain of an std or maybe even pregnant...yes it's that dirty. Poor jimmy begins to wake up but all he could muster was a quick glance and a grunt as he laid back down and turned over. DING!!!! Jimmy lifts his head and slightly looks over at the wall sees his poor Mickey clock on the ground in a few broken pieces and lays his head back down
"JESUS F*CKING CHRIST DUDE!! Turn off your god damn alarm, be considerate of the other people that live here you douche bag!" yelled his roommate Carlos who was also half asleep and disturbingly nude
"Did I wake up your date?" murmured Jimmy "cause if I did ask her if she can go to the store and get the shit for tonight's shindig" he rolled over once again
"No she's going to be a little busy" yelled Carlos as he walked away from the door way
(F*ck it I'm up) thought Jimmy
"Ok ask her in about 2 minutes please! Oh and when you're done.....PUT ON SOME F*CKING BOXERS!!" yelled jimmy as he sat up on his bed with his eyes half closed. It was hard enough for him to get up but to keep his eyes open was pushing it a little too far.
Carlos was jimmy's old High School buddy they actually met accidentally, they were forced to be lab partners and the first thing they both said in synchrony, "don't expect me to do any work cause I have no idea of what I'm doing" at that moment they thought their sarcastic humor and their intellect was enough to deserve a little friendship that bloomed into what you just saw happen. It's actually pretty odd that Carlos woke up cause of the alarm, he can actually sleep through a lot but usually the sleep was induced by a night of binge drinking and snacking. Jimmy's other roommate was Mike who he also met in High School but their story is different, Jimmy was reading his report on the existentialism movement in philosophy when mike just blew his idea that the transcendentalist movement had influenced the existentialism of the mid 20th century right out of the water providing key examples in the separation of time between the two. This is neither here nor there but this actually led Jimmy to admire Mike's thoughts and also Jimmy's report had been the only thing to get mike to talk.....ever Jimmy was more surprised that Mike's voice was so deep than the shredding of his bullshit ideas that were hastily put together on the bus ride to school.
Jimmy was a light sleeper but when he slept it was as if he had just been thrown out of a bar completely ass over tea kettle drunk. He made his way down a narrow hall full of family portraits and pictures of parties, concerts that him and his buddies have attended in the past few years. There was one that was near and dear to his little naively romantic heart, it was the main picture on the wall, his own family portrait: Mike, Carlos, Sophie, Jimmy and Camilla don't worry about the two girls you'll meet them soon enough. Jimmy finally made it to destination A, The bathroom but it was occupied, doing his little pee pee dance. Like always jimmy has to be doing something ridiculously stupid when a cute girl is near, just as he was about to finish dancing the door opens up and guess who it was...the cute date that Carlos brought over last night.
"Oh! I'm sorry I didn't mean to take long I hope you weren't waiting there for long" the amazingly cute girl ask jimmy as she made her way through to the hallway
"Oh no no you're fine haha I just do this little dance all the time, as you can tell I'm still no good at it but practice makes perfect! Heh heh" Jimmy that little sly dog, he tried playing it off but if you haven't noticed...he's not too good at it. Jimmy couldn't help but think, why is it that the douche bags always attract the cute girls? Is it the look? Or maybe the persona that they try to put off? Or maybe it's the yearning for that "badass" that they see on TV? Well Jimmy wasn't jealous about Carlos's catch, he was just wondering cause the girl he was enthralled with just dated douche bag after douche bag. Poor Jimmy had been chasing after Sophie for a good 3 years but had feelings for her long before that. They've always had feelings for each other and through the years it was more apparent than other but they were too stubborn to accept it.
Well after a few steps out of the bathroom and into the kitchen Jimmy heard a knock at the door. A little startled by the early intrusion and still half asleep jimmy reached the door not without running into the same damn corner twice.
"Jimmy!!! I'm surprised you're up, I was going to wake you up the old fashioned way" Camilla said holding a pot
"Old fashioned?"
"Yeah you know: cold water, loud noises, no blankets...the usual"
"Ohhhh the shock and awe! Yeah I know sorry im just half asleep I need to get some coffee to wake me up"
"Well, are you the only one up cause I don't want this great surprise to go to waste. OH! I know, Carlos! That bastard is never up this early and he still owes me one......ew! speak of the devil" Camilla said with disgusted taste and face to match.
"Huh?" Jimmy looks back and sees Carlos once again walking around completely naked, the odd thing is that he struts around like those lions on the discovery channel, you know the ones that seem to be the king of the little shaded area of his kingdom. "SON OF A BITCH DUDE!! Put on some f*cking boxers! Can't you see that Camilla is here?!" Jimmy yells, fully awake and embarrassed by his friends behavior.
"Ahhhh..... if it isn't the spawn of Satan himself" says carlos as he rummages for food in the sparsely packed refrigerator "And anyways she knows she wants all this!" finishes with the awkward slap of the ass.
"Dude there's no food I already checked" jimmy said as he let Camilla in, the apartment they lived in was a small two bed on bathroom apartment with mike taking up the couch dude to a bad hand at poker. Old cups littler the hallways like Jehovah's witnesses' pamphlets in front of a strip club. You would think they're always partying but actually the parties just end up showing up because they've been kicked out of every other house they've been to, Camilla walks cautiously around so mike won't wake up
Camilla threw her stuff on Jimmy's race car bed. Yes he has a red race car bed because he thinks it is the coolest shit since sliced bread or those little cocktail weenies. His room was an ode to the childhood room he never had. Growing up in a Latino family there was no such thing as privacy...ever... The color of his walls were once white but even Jimmy couldn't tell you because 3 of them were full of posters, stickers, whiteboards (with useless motos and exercise charts) multi colored post it's about bills past due and the scattered picture here and there. The one wall that has nothing posted on it is actually his pride and joy it's a wall he dedicated to his friends. He wants all of his friends and acquaintances to sign and leave a little memento on it about the day they spent hanging out its almost like a growing year book. As for the floors, there were no floors it was littered with old recipes, cookbooks, clothes which seemed to move a few inches everyday. The one clean area in his room was the entertainment corner that held such things as: Xbox 360, small TV, laptop and his old school boom box which Carlos remodeled into an Mp3 player.
"Well guess who's going to be here tonight?" Camilla said as she began to hum the song playing in the background "From the ritz to rubble" by Arctic Monkeys.
"Who, Someone Important?" Jimmy responded as he attempted to close the door behind him.
"Nope, well kinda, she's important to you...AH!!!! I can't help it, it's Sophie, she really wants to see you again!!!"
"Sounds great, I guess" said Jimmy recuperating from the high pitch scream something akin to hyenas giving birth or the proverbial nails on a chalkboard.
"Ok don't be enthusiastic!......... Asshole" Camilla responded coldly, see Camilla wanted Sophie and Jimmy to get together already because they were both ready and capable at handling a long term relationship. The thing that Camilla didn't know about Jimmy was that he was great at hiding his true emotions when it came to women. Inside Jimmy was running thought scenarios of what might become of the night. Jimmy had to hurry and also think of an apology because if Camilla was upset, she'd get all emotional and Sophie being the good friend she is would spend all night along her side consoling her and leave Jimmy all by himself.
"Hey I'm sorry it's just that I've been going after her for so long now and to no avail. I'm starting to doubt my chances and well I really think she's beginning to move on" Jimmy said, actually everything he said was sincere. He really did want a chance to be with her but he felt as if he wasn't good enough to date her. Most of her ex's can break poor little Jimmy in two. He wasn't the type of guy she wanted, she is going through what Jimmy likes to call the douche bag phase
"Oh shut up Jimmy, you know that's not true" Camilla responded but in all actuality she did believe him but wasn't sure of the extent, she was just the messenger between the two stubborn and ill informed lovers. The hours passed as they sat and listened to cd after cd. The house was "cleaned" up (in lehmans terms they hid the existing trash under the pull out sofa) Mike had woken up and gone out to buy the ingredients and beef needed for Jimmy's little shindig that night. Camilla was trying her hardest to clean up Jimmy's so called room and Carlos finally put something on, something closely resembling a Speedo except it was in leopard print. Just as Mike was coming up the stairs he remembered one important detail he forgot, the flank steak. The moment Jimmy opened the door, glanced over at the bags and saw Mikes face he knew what was missing.
"You forgot the flank steak didn't you?"
"Yeah.....haha I got a little side tracked with the Korean lady's daughter" Mike said with a quiet grin on his face.
" Ahhhh....So she's there today? Well I guess I have to go and see if she's ready for that date she keeps saying no to" responded Jimmy in a very sarcastic tone "Hey Camilla I'll be right back!"
Little did Jimmy know that he just gave Mike and Carlos the perfect opportunity to prank him. See Mike was an undergrad at USC and the person we least suspected to have even graduated H.S. is an M.I.T. dropout, yes you heard it correctly, the man that behaves like primeval mammal is one of the smartest guys in the house. Carlos is a smart little cookie he just hates doing work, the only reason he makes money is by giving seminars on how to count cards at the local YMCA to a bunch of over eager alcoholics. 15 minutes passed as Jimmy began to make his way up the gloomy and baron looking stairs leading to his dim lit apartment. He begins to have this sensation of utter fear halfway up expecting that Carlos lubed up the last set of stairs, Jimmy grasps the rickety railing that haven't been fixed since Woodrow Wilson was president. Jimmy can still remembers the last prank they pulled on him its was actually very ingenious. Carlos and Mike replaced the lock on the door so Jimmy's key wouldn't fit so naturally Jimmy grasps the knob to try to turn the key a little harder when Jimmy noticed that he couldn't pull away his hand. They had super glued the whole knob when they heard him coming up the stairs. Jimmy still has the scars from that day, he doesn't have any finger print on the middle and pinky fingers. Jimmy knew something was wrong when he felt the house was a little too quiet so he tested the door knob with the plastic bag, nothing. He felt around for trip wire, nothing again.
"Please god stop them" asked jimmy in a jokingly fashion. Just as he opens the door Jimmy collapses on his knees holding his most valuable possession, the jewels. The contraption designed by Mike and helped by Carlos was actually pretty simple for their standards. It was a pendulum held up by a stick connected to the door, when the door swings open the stick would push the pendulum a little further back and let go when the door was completely open so it wouldn't block its trajectory, mission name "humpty dumpty".
"SON OF A BITCH !!!!, holy f*ck what....what was that?!" Jimmy mustered out through the tears and girlish squeals.
"Where did it get him?" yelled Mike from the other room
"Looks like you got the thigh! You owe me ten bucks!" responded Carlos from the couch.
"No, mission accomplished, you got the full package...ok please someone get me an ice pack and Mike if I cant have kids I'll come back as a ghost and haunt yours you asshole!" yelled an aggravated Jimmy from the floor.
A few hours had passed and the party was just starting, the flank steak was in the oven braising away and a Marchand de vin staying warm in a Bain Marrie just waiting for the bone marrow to be put on top to finish off the bordelaise. Jimmy was only concentrating because he had to, he was overly anxious to see the girl that just drives him ass over tea kettle. As the party roared on Jimmy heard a knock at the door. He knew who it was but yet ask "who might that be?" he placed the final spoon full of sauce on top of the flank steak and asparagus. As he opened the door it was Camilla and to he left stood Sophie, she was wearing a black and white polka dot dress with black flats, her eyes were a cross between dark blue and a an emerald green, they danced around as if they were in a perpetual waltz. Her hair used to be brown but she hit a phase where she loved blonde highlights and it flowed like the white water rapids of the mighty Colorado. Her face was sparsely covered in make-up, just a little blush on her snow white skin. She wasn't drop dead gorgeous type of girl that would date jocks exclusively, she was cute and that's what Jimmy loved about her he was never much for looks more about the attitude and how they presented themselves. Through his eyes she was perfect and indeed she was a good catch for any guy douche or not, This is why she was the only girl Jimmy saw when she entered a room. All other girls weren't as interesting to Jimmy when Sophie was around, the curious thing about this situation is that they flirt as if it were going out of style but they've known each other since the 7th grade. At the time Jimmy's neighbor had moved and a new one moved in he was a divorced dad with two dogs and a basketball court one day he noticed that a woman came by and dropped off a girl. She was sitting on the porch waiting for her dad to get back from work and to this day Jimmy still remember when and how they first met. It was that same day she was dropped off Jimmy felt curiosity take over and he took his bike for a ride to check who this new girl was. She curiously enough was wearing a similar dress to the one she showed up with that night, and well at the time Jimmy was going through a change of personality and style. He was wearing tattered up jeans, chucks (also tattered up) and his favorite "the strokes" t-shirt he could find that oddly wasn't tattered up. As he rode down the street he acted as if he was just looking around, you know the casual glance here and there, he thought he was the cats pajamas then it what would seem to become a regularity in Jimmy's life, he hits a hole, poor little Jimmy flips over the handle bars and lands right on his ass. Jimmy dashed back to his feet and acted as if it were part of his master plan all along, Sophie just stared and chuckled which stopped her crying. See the woman that dropped Sophie off was actually her mom, a drug riddled, booze chugging corpse. She had dropped off Sophie with her dad because she couldn't maintain both her daughter and her addiction at the same time her inhibitions ended up taking over. Ever since that day they had this ever growing crush that just remained that, a crush. They dated once or twice but usually she broke it off not wanting anything too serious but Jimmy had made up his mind, he had become weary about habitually dating the same types of girls. He knew what he wanted but he also knew he wouldn't have it because of the way their relationship was going. This is what led us to this pathetic attempt at a conversation
"Camilla! Sophie! Welcome to the party come in, come in do you guys want something? Food? Drinks? Anything?"
"No we're fine, hey has Travis called? He was supposed to meet me here with a friend of his" asked Camilla as Sophie just stood there looking beautiful and painfully shy at the attention they were getting because the just arrived.
"No I'm sorry uhm, ask mike he might know, I was getting everything set so I didn't pay any attention."
"Ok well I'll be back I'm gonna call him, I'll leave you two to chat it up" as Camilla walked away she mouthed two phrases behind Sophie's back "Ask for a date!"
And the second one was a usual that Jimmy already knew "don't f*ck this up!" all he did was to giver her a smirk and a thumbs upJust as he was going to star the conversation with Sophie Carlos interrupted them.
"DUDE!! Mike has great news! Oh .....hi Sophie"
"Can I open my eyes?" asked Sophie
"Yeah he's wearing clothes" jimmy responded
"Ok, dude what I was going to tell you is that mike hooked you up with the girl from the laundry mat, you know the one that has been all over your ass and well feel bad that you've been after only one chick you should get some before you're shot down again. Dig?" the sad part is that he was right, Jimmy had been shot down 3 times already so he did need the action. Carlos wasn't one to beat around the bush so he just told it straight.
"What are you talking about Carlos?" asked Sophie really puzzled, Jimmy knew how oblivious Carlos was when it came to this type of crap so he was giving him the international sign to shut up but Carlos just went right on undeterred.
"HOLD ON DUDE! Ill tell her soon enough jeez, no need to rush me!, see Jimmy has been after this mystery girl that has turned him down a few times already and want to cheer him up, so mike decided to talk to this gorgeous girl that is head over heels for Jimmy and got her to come over tomorrow" see jimmy didn't actually ask Sophie out he was turned down when she started dating one douche bag after another, actually one was pretty cool so he didn't mind him but the other two were presumed to be the missing link. If you guys grew up in the era of Wile E. Coyote and the road runner this is one of those moments where Jimmy's heart raises a sign with the words "Shit" etched on it as it just drops to oblivion. Sophie just stood there with a quiet stare and just looked into Jimmy's soul to find the ounce of truth that eluded his tongue.
"Well Jimmy it sounds like you have plans for tomorrow, uhm can I use your house phone? Camilla took mine and I need to get a number off of it"
"Uh... yeah there's a line in my room, it should be quiet here ill take you" jimmy responded
"Thanks" they walked through the seemingly endless hall way, completely silent Jimmy swore he could hear his own heart still falling through that proverbial canyon as the roadrunner just ran away hearing its "BEEP BEEP!" echo fade in the distance.
"Look Sophie, you know how Carlos gets when he's drunk, he doesn't know what he's saying he's just trashed" said jimmy almost in a pleading manner
"Jimmy there's no need to explain anything to me its not like we're together or anything we're just at a party" just has she closed the door to make the room a little more quiet it seemed as fate had to kick him while he was down, a band that Jimmy had introduced to everyone came on its was "an end has a start" by Editors Jimmy just looked at the ceiling with displeasure and said
"GOD 1- Me 0, should be an interesting match wont it?"
Jimmy was usually great at hiding his feelings when it came to women, he's the master of being dumped so he's used to it. This as a matter of fact wasn't, the only one to notice was Mike who just nodded at jimmy and walked outside with a cell in hand. See when it comes to guys they need not the words and expressions of feelings!, no they just need body language and signals, from the nod jimmy knew that mike was calling off tomorrows meeting with the laundry girl. Just as Jimmy's luck didn't seem to be so deep in horse shit Camilla rushes in and just yells something inaudible and incomprehensible at Jimmy. All he wanted to do was grab his black book walk over to the park and write. He just wanted to leave but he couldn't not because Camilla was mad or Sophie was upset, but because the biggest douche and the duke of assholes just arrived. It was Camilla's boy friend and his friend. Jimmy had tried being nice and friendly with him since Camilla started going out with him in H.S. but he just couldn't stand how big a douche he was that he fell morally and physically dirty hanging out with him, Camilla and Jimmy had a nickname for him when Camilla was upset with him, his name was hobbit bitch. The name is self explanatory he's short and whines more than fat kids on treadmills. His name is Travis and his friend is David, actually Jimmy worked with David a while back he used to bartend where Jimmy worked but was fired for skimming money and drinks. You know how all hot girls travel in packs well it seems to be the same with douche bags, the party kept going unharmed and Camilla seemed to be having fun, Sophie was chatting it up with mike and his buddy about philosophy or something. Then he couldn't help but feel his heart sink as if something bad was going to happen then it did, as Jimmy started noticing Sophie looking away from the conversation and began giving Jimmy "the eyes" that just drove him nuts, he thought maybe his luck had changed. He made his way through the party and once again he was interrupted David join the little group and started shooting the breeze with Sophie he set out the bait and she bit the hook. She began to give David this look that Jimmy had never seen from her and at that very moment he knew he was done, she had just fallen for this guy once again the complete opposite of who she wanted to date. This time it wasn't because Jimmy didn't try, this time it was because he tried to hard. Jimmy just stepped away from the conversation and headed towards the door but Camilla intercepted him
"Hey Jimmy, you ok? You seem a little down"
"No I'm just, uhm.... I'm just light headed and I need to get some air ill be back in a bit"
Travis shows up out of nowhere and grabs Camilla by the waist and pulls her towards him. He's a jealous guy with a napoleon complex.
"Hey looser, what's wrong did the only gay guy here turn you down already?" that's was his lame attempt at a burn and yes he still thought that speaking like some yuppie from "the wedding singer" would make him seem that much tougher
"Oh look Camilla if it isn't Prince Albert himself!" as he walked away
"What does he mean by that cam?" Travis looked completely baffled by jimmy's covert way of calling him a dick. The reason for Prince Albert was because Travis has a pierced lip and eyebrow
Just as they reached Jimmy's door, the one with the family guy blue harvest poster, Travis received a text which brought a grin to his face. He stopped dead in his tracks and turned back towards the door.
"What's wrong?" asked Camilla
"Nothing I just got to go I have ‘something' to do with someone it's kind of important, hey tell David to catch a ride home with someone else ok?" Travis said as he reached for the bronze colored doorknob
"What about me?" Camilla asked in a sad sigh, once again her prince charming was showing his true colors.
"Get mike to hang out with you or something, oh! That's her again I really have to go" yes, Camilla was that naïve, she didn't suspect a thing. She was visibly upset but he could give a rat's ass about it, she walked Travis to the door and Mike followed with two beers.
"Tough night?" asked mike in a sarcastic way with an arm outstretched with beer in hand.
"Shut up Mike...and give me that! ... I need a drink"
The night was drawing to a close Camilla did hang out with mike because Jimmy had yet to show up from his trip for some "fresh air", the food was gone and the kegs were running dry, most of the guest were on their way out but a few stayed the extra 2 minutes to listen to "fell in love with a girl" by the white stripes. Carlos was passed out somewhere and Sophie just offered David a ride home which seemed odd because she didn't have a car, so she borrowed Camilla's. As the party died down Camilla began to worry that Jimmy hasn't show up yet. The reason for jimmy taking so long is somewhat of a secret. Something no one knows about jimmy is that he owns a black notebook where he just writes everything and anything in. This notebook was hidden in the walk-in freezer next to what seemed to be fish stock or something that just went completely awry. This whole time Jimmy was just two blocks away sitting at his favorite park bench listening to his mp3 to his hearts content. He began to make his way back feeling a bit better than before then as what seems to be the story of his life he turned that dreaded corner to see Sophie up against Camilla's car making out with some guy, no that wasn't some guy that was the same guy that she had flirted with at the party and poor Jimmy just stood there and watched his heart fall out. He stood there dazed at what he just witnessed and saw them drive off together. He continued to walk home but to him it was effortless he wasn't even paying attention to the sound of his marching he just kept going over what he just saw. He the got those cliché flash backs of all the good times he had with Sophie, Just then he thought of something, it seems like his mp3 player was playing a soundtrack to a D/D- rated movie. The reason for this was because of the song that came on when they drove off "smokers outside" by the editors. As he made his way up the stairs he passed what seemed to be a passed out Carlos, no surprise.
"Jimmy! Where the hell have you been?!" yelled Camilla
"Just walking, by the way Sophie has your car" Jimmy said in a zombie like state as he bumped Camilla out of his way. He stopped for a second looked back and added
"And from the make out scene she'll be a while so you can crash in my room and I'll bunk up with Mike" Everything jimmy had just said was in monotone, no emotion, heartache, no passion! This was strange for the guy who "spiced" up the crucible while he read out loud to his classmates.
"Oh, I'm so sorry Jimmy" responded Camilla in all sincerity
"I can take her home if you want dude, I have no problem with it" said the always silent Mike.
"If that's cool with the both of you then go for it & Camilla don't worry about it, it's too late now, opportunities arose and I failed to meet them" answered Jimmy as he walked down the hallway. Once again Sophie was the cause of another sleepless night. The posters on the wall were lit by the little bit of moonlight that seeped through the cracked curtains. His words echoed in his vacant head "opportunities arose and I failed to meet them" over and over and over, again and again. The deafening silence over shadowed the pale look upon his face. That damn clock rang silent that morning and so did the home. Mike awoke to a tell tale knock of Camilla "shave and a haircut". On his way to the door Mike noticed that Carlos made it inside and had a little note on his chest. He picks up the note and read "I'm sorry guys...but I had to..."
In a panic he opens the door shoves the note onto Camilla, Jumps over the couch and wakes up Carlos he whispers something, something they all were thinking the three dash to the room, the door slams open with a bang that could be heard around the world to find that Jimmy......was gone.
This is exactly what led up to that dramatic entrance. Jimmy had finished writing 2 notes on for Sophie and one for the group. He goes down the eerily silent hallway walks outside the house ready to leave when he remembers he forgot to shave and shower. On his way back he sees Carlos lying on the ground almost frozen to death in the chilly concrete pavement. He helps him to his feet and pulls him onto the couch after last nights binge drinking fiasco.
"Dude, wake up, I'm going take off soon if Mike asks where I went, tell him too look at the note I'm going leave on your chest" Jimmy politely told Carlos who wasn't paying any attention and Jimmy already knew that
"zaksdkjahsdfiuhmndf.....mhhm" was all that jimmy could make out from the nonsense Carlos just said.
He walks back into his room begins blasting "view from the afternoon" and heads to the bathroom to shave and shower.
BAM BAM BAM!!!
"DUDE! I need to pee!" yelled a still inebriated Carlos
"HOLD IT! I'm shaving right now!" replied Jimmy
BAM BAM BAM!!!! The door pounds again almost falling from the hinges.
"Shave what?! You've been growing that facial hair for 21 years now! My left nut has more hair than you so come on! And open up!! I have to piss like a freaking turtle!"
Jimmy just stares at the door puzzled at what his friend just said.
"Like a turtle?" jimmy whispered to himself
"YES LIKE A TURTLE!!, ok it's either here or your room so choose wisely!"
"Ok fine! Jeez...make it quick!"
"Always is"
As Jimmy waited outside he just stood there and thought "why you? Why couldn't I have fallen for someone else? Why am I always finding ways to push you away? Maybe I chose the wrong profession if I want to fall in love with the girl of my dreams, maybe I'm just aiming for the heavens again" he pauses for a bit then whispers to himself
"or maybe I'm just a loser?"
"YUP that's why!" say's Carlos as he sleepwalks past jimmy onto the couch
Jimmy just washed his face, Carlos was right; he's as hairless as a mutated Chihuahua. He just grabbed his stuff, picked up his collectible Spiderman comic and walked out of the house. As he turned the corner Camilla turned the corner on the opposite side she crossed the street completely missing Jimmy by a few seconds. As Jimmy turned on his mp3 the first song to pop up was "a certain kind of romance" irony would forever be a part of Jimmy's life, poor Jimmy doesn't know what's in store for him.
"Life is not a bed of roses" is an understatement. In fact Life Sucks! I see most of you agree to what I said. We traverse our way through obstacles daily and the troubles seem to be unending.
With few moments of joy and eternal sorrow, then death seems to be the only way out! Then, there would be no anger and dejection in this lousy world and people who miserably drag themselves into living. There would be No despair.. No judgements.. Nothing would be left...
What are we doing out here then, why am I writing this in the first place?
The truth is we all are searching for short-term exits out of our sorry state of affairs and that's LIFE.
Look around, you will find many trails leading to your destination other than the one you defined as a "way of life." There is no fixed path to success but only fixed attitudes that need to be changed.
Be the change you wish to see in the world. See clearly, choose and avail of the smallest of resources that will help you get better.
It could be a short vacation away from the boredom, a hobby for which you couldn't spare time from way back, your favorite sport. Even a good book or an "entertaining" movie would be good. Keep yourself away from premises and environment that cast you down.
Though you have heard of this umpteen times, you still need to give it a try, find solace in true friendship or a relationship that would make you strong.
And last but not the least, Life will suck again as it regularly does. Still, there is always hope in better living than in any other alternative.
Many a time, I hear my husband telling, " I am short of time". Has he ever wondered why he is short of time? The answer seems to be no. There are a couple of books on time management in his bookshelf that remain untouched. I am not saying, you need to read a book on time management to manage your time. However, these books would give you couple of useful points that could be inculcated in our daily lives.
Schedule your daily routine. This would be bit tough to follow initially, once it becomes a habit, everything becomes simpler. Get into the habit of prioritizing your work. Do first things first. Never ever procrastinate. It is very tough to tackle unfinished and piled of work.
Chart out a goal for a year. Break it down to smaller chunks and give it a monthly target. If necessary, divide the monthly target into weekly targets. This would help you to achieve your yearly goal. You could pen down once your weekly and monthly achievements. This would help you know where you stand at the end of the year.
There are many online planners that could be used to help you pen down your goals and chart out the ways to fulfill your goals.
John asks for permission to play outdoors at 7 pm in the evening. His mom says, "Yes," with that specific glare on her face that would be translated even by a 10-year-old child. He jumped at once but couldn't dare pick up the cricket bat as he realized that it was time for homework....Does the mother really mean something different than what she had said?
Do we all get the sense of what a person wants to say and mean by that. Or do we always say exactly what we mean? How better can we understand the meaning only by talking to one other or does body language mean something? Yes, here comes the emphasis on non-verbal communication. Verbal speaking follows all the necessary rules of grammar and non-verbal transmission focuses on eye contact, gesture, posture, symbol, signs and tone strategies for effective communication. Thus man is a social animal with far more interactive skills than animals that help them feel and express more. A person's speech and expressions can convey a lot and also imply much more than what we see superficially.
Let's have a look at some examples.
1. If a guy compliments his girlfriend with blinking eyes," You're really beautiful!". She replies, "thank you", in a grim tone. If these are simple statements without any implications, we are unable to get the hidden meaning. The winking eyes and grim tone clarify that both of them mean otherwise. These non-verbal strategies create interesting entailment.
2. Another example would be the different meanings of the sentence "What is the time now?" Here the meaning depends on the context, place and age, formal and informal relations. If I ask the question to a stranger it means I really want to know the time. I will use excuse me, would you please, would you mind mentioning the time to be more formal and polite. However, if a wife asks her husband sleeping late morning in bed; it means he should get up and be ready for his office.
It is satirical when a spouse is asking this question to his wife to refrain her from indulging in makeup for lengthy hours before they get late for the party. Also, isn't it the right time that I am interrupting you so that you communicate effectively?
3. Each word has a meaning and some impart multiple meanings. Lets have a look at the variations of meaning in two different cultures. The word ‘liberal' means progressive philosophy in England while in South Africa it is a derogatory remark following the background of history of slavery.
4. Words used by poets are mostly flowery and aesthetic. They can say, "she grows on me", means - I like her a lot. "Water, water everywhere but not even a drop to drink" to explain the scarcity of drinking water in the sea!
Drop in your comments for this post:
Is it clear? Is it funny? Is it confusing? Oh..You get the multiple implied meanings of what I wrote!
Web design is a process of conceptualization, planning, modeling, and execution of electronic media content delivery via Internet in the form of technologies (such as markup languages) suitable for interpretation and display by a web browser or other web-based graphical user interfaces (GUIs).
The intent of web design is to create a web site (a collection of electronic files residing on one or more web servers) that presents content (including interactive features or interfaces) to the end user in the form of web pages once requested. Such elements as text, forms, and bit-mapped images (GIFs, JPEGs, PNGs) can be placed on the page using HTML, XHTML, or XML tags. Displaying more complex media (vector graphics, animations, videos, sounds) usually requires plug-ins such as Flash, QuickTime, Java run-time environment, etc. Plug-ins are also embedded into web pages by using HTML or XHTML tags.
Improvements in the various browsers' compliance with W3C standards prompted a widespread acceptance of XHTML and XML in conjunction with Cascading Style Sheets (CSS) to position and manipulate web page elements. The latest standards and proposals aim at leading to the various browsers' ability to deliver a wide variety of media and accessibility options to the client possibly without employing plug-ins.
Typically web pages are classified as static or dynamic.
* Static pages don't change content and layout with every request unless a human (web master or programmer) manually updates the page.
* Dynamic pages adapt their content and/or appearance depending on the end-user's input or interaction or changes in the computing environment (user, time, database modifications, etc.) Content can be changed on the client side (end-user's computer) by using client-side scripting languages (JavaScript, JScript, Actionscript, media players and PDF reader plug-ins, etc.) to alter DOM elements (DHTML). Dynamic content is often compiled on the server utilizing server-side scripting languages (PHP, ASP, Perl, Coldfusion, JSP, Python, etc.). Both approaches are usually used in complex applications.
With growing specialization within communication design and information technology fields, there is a strong tendency to draw a clear line between web design specifically for web pages and web development for the overall logistics of all web-based services.
There are many times when you think you know someone in very little time but then there are times when it takes a lifetime to know someone. How often have you wished to know a person's thoughts? Folks, you can do the same with some know-how about body language! Yeah! Knowing body language can help you read a person like a book and help solve your problems in personal and professional life. Keep a watch for the facial expressions and body postures and gestures. This can reveal so much about a person! A person who has his hands crossed across the shoulders would mean he is rather in a defensive position and is not actually agreeing with what you are saying. A confident personality would have confidence in the way he walks or talks. Body posture can reveal more about the person than what he is trying to reveal! Even when you are getting to know a person better, there are certain signs of flirting you can study to know whether the pretty girl likes you! Twirling of the locks whilst she talks to you or her unknowing acts of touching her hair or fiddling with her bag would show she is interested in you! A lot of your feelings are transferred through your body language. Some observation from your side, would help you to know a person better!
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Now don't say you are feeling like you have already read these words somewhere!
As I look back and think about all these years spent pounding away on the keyboard, I wonder what our life would have been without the Internet! The Internet being a tool to mainly date, flirt and be in touch with one's friends is something that cannot be denied! We all love the convenience it offers, but sometimes I wonder whether this is a boon to maintain relationships! How often have you looked over your cubicle to smile at your co-worker rather than sending him a smiley through chat??!! I feel maybe your girlfriend would be more impressed with genuine red roses rather than those sent via E-mail! Sure, the Internet is a great way to be in touch for long distance relationships, but are we letting ourselves be obsessed with the same? Isn't it better to spend quality time with the person you care instead of all those endless mails and chat emoticons! I think couples are more susceptible to develop shallow bonds by being addicted to the Internet. It reminded me of a friend who spent endless hours chatting away to glory with a complete stranger...only to be bamboozled when she discovered she actually had no chemistry when she met him in person. Sigh! If only people wisen up...knowing somebody in person is far more better in the initial stages of a relationship. Truly the Internet is a boon but are we misusing the same?!
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God is created planets bcoz 
God love everyone whatever they are human or insect. Human is super creature they have mind, have ability to think, can take own decision .every creature have love they know the word of love. one question arise in my mind that if god create to us why he take life. I asked about it to many scholar i did not get proper answer. as far as my knowledge is concerned that god have some motto and target behind us. god want something to us. we should considered about it . this is a big question we should find it .then we can get satisfy most of people say that if any person pass away from world , god loved then so that god called him. This is myth or truth nobody knows. As i think something is present for going the world well, I meant to say "Superpower" God. How it possible Whole Universe is going smooth.
Love is everywhere, it depend upon you how you measure. When you see green nature you get different type of fragrance. it is love of nature .when you meet your parents and old friends since log time you feel happy this is also kind of love.
when any young boy love to beautiful girl. I am not telling appearance of girl how she looks. I am telling her nature, attitude and manner. boy love lot unfortunately boy did not get love of that girl. he commit suicide. he sacrifice his live for that girl. it is also kind of love , love have power ,feeling. love can do anything.
ok friends i will write lot of thinks pls suggest me and give feedback of this bogs .sorry fro grimmer mistake time to time i will improve my self. i am waiting your replay
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Hey...I didnt go to my friends wedding 2day.... Mostly becauz of the fact I hate my friend's ''new'' wife...Her name is Chrystal, and is actually smart, which makes me very surprised....post a comment if u think I shouldve gone to thier wedding, or wat excuse I can use.Anyways, he is my friend, and maybe i shouldve gone...but then, I will think of how i was supposed to get married..so I have a prob, anyone wanna help?
Sweet Sirenity
"Oh, sweet serenity i cant help but give in
to the sweet voices of the sirens within,
The voices draw me closer to keep me confined
in this unknown place while i run out of time
so i use this little bit of time to fix my life
that has been full of hate and strife
this is why i write this letter full of hope
that someday ill get out and be set afloat,
see life is too great to be lived alone
and someday i will make it all the way home
to see your face once again
cause its your face that will wash away all my pain
so i bid you farewell my sweet serenity
as i get sucked into this enormous city"
Yours Truly,
Mr.Terrible
All this thing of being a part of the rat race had its effects on me. Therefore, I just decided to head off to the beach and sink my feet in the glorious grainy sand! Ahh...what a feeling and what an experience! Suddenly all my miseries seemed far away. The gorgeous blue water and the roar of the waves helped to soothe my senses. It was only my inner self and the connection I shared with nature. Somehow, I found all my problems melt away in the presence of the mighty sea. The morning hours are always exceptionally beautiful with the various shades of blue kissed with a tinge of golden yellow and sunny orange. The tiny crabs scurrying around on their daily tasks always reminded me of my daily grind and the hurry to get to work on time. The sand had tiny imprints of the claws of the many birds that walked over it in the morning hours. Birds swooped over the water towards the shore in their hunt for fish. The fishing boats moored close-by made a pretty picture! As I walked lazily towards the shoreline and plopped myself over the sand, it only brought a sense of relief to me. A lone dog was having a great time in the water! Some children were having a fun time close-by and their squeals of joy only indicated their love for the waves. I simply dug my toes into the sand and felt completely relaxed. How mere everything else seemed. The beautiful trees and the gorgeous waves made me forget all my daily problems and helped me to begin my day on a positive note. I soon picked up my bag and decided that I would not let any more worries bog me down. This beautiful connection I shared with nature surely did help to restore a lot of things going on in my mind. Nature helped me to heal and realize something's are really not worth all the worry! So, I left my cares to the wind and went back home to get ready for work. This time, I felt much lighter!
Kids truly say the most endearing things. Here are some actual letters from children addressed to God.
________________________________________
Dear God,
Are you really invisible or is that just a trick?
Lucy (age 6)
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Dear God,
Did you mean for giraffes to look like that or is that an accident?
Norma (age 4)
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Dear God,
Instead of letting people die and having to make new ones, why don't you just keep the ones you got now?
Jane (age 5)
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Dear God,
I went to this wedding and they kissed right in church. Is that ok?
Paul (age 7)
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Dear God,
I am American. What are you?
Dylan (age 6)
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Dear God,
I want to be just like Daddy when I grow up but not with so much hair.
Ronan (age 5)
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Dear God,
I bet it's hard for you to love everyone in the world. I have four people in my family and I can't do it.
Mike (age 6)
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Dear God,
Thank you for the baby brother but I asked for a puppy.
Raoul (age 4)
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Dear God,
If you watch in Church on Sunday, I will show you my new shoes.
Jennifer (age 5)
________________________________________
Dear God,
If we come back as something else, please don't let me be Jennifer coz I hate her.
Amanda (age 6)
________________________________________
Dear God,
Please send Dennis to a different camp this year. Please. Please.
Peter (age 7)
Digital art most commonly refers to art created on a computer in digital form. Digital art can be purely computer-generated, such as fractals, and algorithmic art or taken from another source, such as a scanned photograph, or image drawn using vector graphics software using a mouse or graphics tablet. This can be done by 3dart.imagination.io Though technically the term may be applied to art done using other media or processes and merely scanned in, it is usually reserved for art that has been non-trivially modified by a computing process (such as a computer program, microcontroller or any electronic system capable of interpreting an input to create an output); digitized text data and raw audio and video recordings are not usually considered digital art in themselves, but can be part of a larger project. In an expanded sense, "digital art" is a term applied to contemporary art that uses the methods of mass production or media.
Do you have any idea with the most amazing electronic gadget in the market? I have experience about it when I join the field of electronics. At the beginning, I am impressed by music watches, i did not meet such incredible watch before and I can not believe that watch can play music and even videos! Really incredible! Because of work, I am gradually familiar with such music gadgets. I am impressed by the different styles and functions, a digital watch enables all the functions of a common mp3/4 players, most breaktaking features bluetooth function.
And I witness many interesting electronics emerging in the market so far, just like 3D video eyewear, special glasses designed for more fantastic video enjoying, bring large images even though you are far away from the video source;
Mosquito Expeller Watch, a kind of watch can expell the annoying mosquito, It adopts wide frequency ultrasonic, and change the frequency ranges continuously, so that the mosquito can't have immunity and adaptability, perfect protecter when you are in the wild.
Let's come to most exciting electronics gadget- Cell phone watch. A multifunctional double-band mobile phone watch completes with all the convenience of an ordinary mobile phone, 26K colors 1.33 inch TFT touch screen and support handwriting, Mini pen hidden in the watchband, high quality silicon watchband, It boasts a built in microphone, speakerphone for conferencing, also features bluetooth function for handfree talking when calls in, and 1.3M digital camera for entertainment, transfer files unlimitedly via bluetooth , Fill the micro SD card max 2GB, download files following your inclinations.
Never worry about any calls with the help of the supplied versatile bluetooth headset, and never forget your mobile phone at somewhere because of watch mobile phone is easy to take along.
Almost everything that can be found on normal mobile phones is included in the Watch Mobile phone. what can be cooler than make call by this coolest wristwatch phone? Are you moved by it?
So many people feel like expressing themselves. I am like you.But I like to read more than typewrite. This networking site is new and I am sure it will become one of the most populated place in the days to come. What is the purpose in making blogs? To make money. To promote products.To interact with new and old customers. In Web2.0 social networking sites are going to gain more importance. Dont be catagoriesed. It kills people's interest in you. All these tips I am making for myself. Many many thanks to the makes of Mybuzzle.com .
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We always look up to our celebrities for the latest fashion ideas rite? Well, it's not a big deal for them to look their best when they have all the green bucks and loads of time in store! You would be surprised to know about our oh-so-perfect celebs have made the most disastrous fashion faux pas on the red carpet and events worldwide. Tut tut! Quite a shame I must say. It brings to my mind the very sauve Liv Taylor in a hideous blue garment worn at the premier of ‘The Incredible Hulk' recently. It was far from incredible Lizzy dahhhling...it was disgustingly atrocious! Eeks!
And what was Julianne Moore thinking about for the 61st International Cannes film festival? She sashayed down thinking she looked like a millions bucks but I am sorry to say, it looked like something the cat dragged in. Not worth a second glance I must say!
Oh! And what happened to our miss purrfect Posh spice? Seems to me she needs some spicing up! Victoria Beckham was spotted in a horrendous black dress with some ugly work on it at the CFDA Fashion Awards in 2008. Maybe you need some fashion lessons lady. Tsk Tsk!
One of the names that should belong to this bracket is Jennifer Love Hewitt. I mean, let's face it guys! These people can splurge on the best in fashion wear then why the ugly yellow dress for the Nickelodeon Kids Choice Awards nite? Goodness me! This woman could surely scare people away with that hideous garment worn with black leggings. UGH!
Who can forget Janet Jackson's ‘wardrobe' malfunction with Justin Timberlake! This talented singer was currently spotted in a ridiculous pink ensemble supposed to look like something futuristic. OMIGAWD! This woman looked like she was on the wrong planet! Can u try some other galaxy Ms. Jackson? Maybe brother dear will help you achieve that one! LOLZ.
I really don't understand the need for celebrities to create such fashion faux pas. Is this a trend or are they really gullible? I wonder...
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Suspension Lifts Kits and lifting your suspension is a common alteration used to increase ground clearance. There are many things which you must think approximately before repairing your car and the most important question which must be decided is on the good parts of car for work. There are so many options to choose. Many people affirm that a certain mark of the parts of car is the best for any work, some strictly choose parts of car of OEM, and there are others which simply choose parts of car of market of the accessories because there is less of argument and they are less expensive in any event. A scenario where you can meet to decide which parts of car are right for work is while treating to repair your whole suspension on your car.
Had they were never you travelled in bottom of the road and the able feeling each recess, the slit, and the small bump which came length? What usually occurs when your replacement of the needs for system of the suspension is that the parts of car which are in your car gives outside and your car rebounds vigorously in top and in bottom on the road imports only kinds of rocks or bumps which are struck. If you are serious about changing the system of the suspension on your car, although, there are sure the parts of car which should know to you that will complete work correctly. Not all are cheap, but they are certainly necessary in order to recover the car in the shape of top of end.
There are several words for the suspension on your car which can be used one for the other. For example, the struts on your car, implied parts of car of the suspension, as the shocks in your car are all exact the same part; however, they are right slightly different methods to call them.. For a little more one can really buy guarantees with life, which is much with those which want protection additional! Since struts, or the system of the suspension, put the %u2018need for T to be changed very often, much on people just decide to buy the partition.
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It came from MIT's global climate project: which reported in effect that the warming of the planet is not a 2-alarm fire, after all, but a four-alarm fire... that in the lifetime of my grandchildren, the average temperature in this membrane of life around the earth will be warmer not by 2 to 3 degrees Celsius, but 4 to 6 degrees Celsius, or as much as 10 degrees Fahrenheit. A planet-changer, Evening Gownsas they said. Play the "wheel of fortune" game here.
Zoom in here on a irresistible Google map project of all the coasts in the world to see if your house will be underwater in 50 years. You can set the rising seaprom dresses level as high or low as you dare. The default is 7 meters.
The MIT report in May had everything to do with the House vote in Washington in June: the first ever to fix an American limit on the emission of greenhouse gases that are changing the climate. The vote was a squeaker - a seven vote spread for the Waxman-Markey bill that embodied the Obama climate policy. With Senate vote coming up and very much in doubt, I asked the chief of the MIT study, Ronald Prinn, to walk us through his research and the Wheel of Fortune gimmick that simulates a risk assessment for the only home that we - that any organic life we know about - ever had.
Used Wedding Dress May Be A Good Choice
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Buying a wedding dress used a fantastic way to save money and even the dress of your dreams. It pleasantly surprised to find the price that would purchase a used wedding dress. These tips will help ensure that the document is Wedding dress perfect for you:
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2. You should try on new wedding dresses at a retail store so that you have a good idea of what looks good on you and what exactly you're looking for in a wedding dress.
3. Make sure that you try on any dress before purchasing it. Sizes vary among designers so you can't be sure that a specific size will fit unless you try it on. This is one advantage of buying a dress locally versus having it shipped.prom dresses
4. When trying on used wedding dresses, take a pair of shoes that are similar in height to what you might wear on your wedding day. This will help you to know if the dress you're trying on is the right length.
5. Remember that a used wedding dress can be altered. If you find a used dress that you love but something isn't exactly right, you can easily alter it. However, keep in mind that while it's possible to make a dress smaller, it may not be possible to make it larger.
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7. Find out what the original owner paid for the dress to make sure that you are getting a good deal.
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Genuine UGG all the materials all sheep wool from Australia one material (that is, fur-linked, without trimming!!!) Not sold in the outer surface of the leather inside the adhesive are made of wool with scattered!! ! is currently available in the market with a leather tag version, looks like a very formal, does not know that this is unnecessary for the office of unscrupulous vendors!, because the original goods with a tag Uggs are not, and ask, is where would these tag it? Some local merchants in order to get their goods to the poor are present but failed to add on the sum of! Ugg boots on the type, then a little bit of learning, and MM After all, most buyers are not seen a real genuine UGG shoes, UGG in the country at present, only Beijing Blue Harbor a store. The factory production of shoes are all for export, non-business people can get goods in general, our sales are direct manufacturers or getting goods produced by manufacturers to steal our wholesale them there. But no matter how the channel, we just want to statements are all genuine brand factory authorized OEM Genuine Ugg boots snow boots, can be done to counter Beijing Blue Harbor contrast, is definitely not in Jiangsu, Guangdong, tinkering with small factories producing counterfeit. A very important move and that is smell taste. Authenticity of pure wool, sub-straight hair and curly-haired, look smooth feel good, very soft and comfortable, made with sheep's clothing surface.
When choosing their bridal ensembles, many brides focus only on the dress and veil, forgetting about the rest of the supporting cast. The right dress, though, can be spoiled by the wrong undergarments. Bridal undergarments can make or break an outfit, so it is important to select the appropriate styles for your wedding gown. In your day to day life, you probably do not give much thought to your undergarments. In the morning, most women just grab something from the drawer and go. On a special occasion, you might think about wearing a piece of pretty lingerie, but that is about the extent of it. When it comes to undergarments for your wedding, though, there is much more to consider. You might want them to be pretty, but really it is the function that matters the most. In fact, a lot of lace or other fancy trim can make a bumpy unattractive look under your wedding gown. If you can get away with something pretty, that's great, but if not, don't worry about it. You will have a lovely gown and sparkling bridal jewelry for adornment. Your bridal undergarments do not have to be decked out with crystals like a piece of jewelry! Brides wearing strapless gowns will have several options, depending on the shape of the neckline and their figure. If you are small-busted, you can often get away without a bra; just have your seamstress sew bust cups into the bodice of the gown to give you shape and definition. On the other hand, some women want to enhance what nature gave them, and might choose a padded strapless bra to give them a boost. Many dresses need to be worn with a bustier instead of a strapless bra because of a dip in the back of the bodice. There are many pretty bustiers available, but unfortunately, they only work under gowns with heavily embellished bodices. A safer bet is to pick a very smooth microfiber bustier with no visible boning. The nice thing about a bustier is that it smooths out the tummy as well as functioning as a bra. The boning also helps to keep you from slouching! Some dresses cannot be worn with a bustier, either because the fabric is too revealing or the back is too low. In that situation, the best option is a high quality stick-on bra. It might sound odd, but brides absolutely swear by them. Be sure to get a high quality stick-on bra that is reusable, because you will need it not only for your wedding day, but for your bridal gown fittings as well. Wedding gowns with full skirts make selecting undergarments for the lower half a breeze. All you need to worry about is a crinoline, if it is not built in to the gown. From there, you are free to wear the panties of your choice. You can even get ones that have "bride" embellished on the backside in crystals! A word of warning: many brides prefer a brief or boyshorts over a thong, because they find that the petticoat can tend to end up being uncomfortable against a bare bum. Also, you will have people under your gown doing the bustle, so take into mind how much of yourself you want them to see! Bridal gowns with more fitted skirts will require more functional underwear. Look for very smooth microfiber panties that do not dig in at the waist or hip. The wrong undergarments can create some terrible looking creases and bulges. Also, no bride wants to have v.p.l. on her wedding day! Under some dresses, the best option is a longer smoothing foundation garment that comes down to the mid-thigh. It can provide a nice streamlined look and you avoid having the edges of the underwear show on your tush. Just be sure to pack something more attractive to change into for the wedding night! To make sure that you are doing your gown justice, be careful to pick the right undergarments. An easy way to find the best fit is to bring along an assortment to your first bridal gown fitting and try them all on. The attendants at the bridal shop will be more than happy to help you find the ideal undergarments to make your wedding dress look perfect.
The following is the second parts about uggs genuine:
The fifth move: Looked that this shop UGG shoe to be whether diverse, if the design are many, that is impossible to copy that many, thinks imitates makes a shoe the cost is high how, moreover is impossible to imitate makes that kind of sales volume not good shoe. Therefore is certainly produces for ugg boots the sale the design and the color, only will then be profitable. Therefore, sells generally imitates version UGG in the shop design to have several sections. I knew American UGG imitates the version design to have CLASSIC the SHORT classics to be short at present, CLASSIC the TALL classics are high, UPTOWN, CARGO, ULTRA SHORT, ULTRA TALL, SUNDANCE, SUNBURST TALL and so on. Imitates version's color to have the true colors, the maroon, the black and so on this kind of classical color.
the sixth move: Tries on, the real wool puts on the wool to be very slippery, will not have the astringent feeling, will put on very quickly is very warm, the heat preservation performance will be especially good!
the seventh move: If is ugg boots, that quality goods should be printed with the UGG inscription and the code number special-purpose mold pressing cardboard brace, such can guarantee that (sometimes shoe's outward appearance will rise the code boots), cheating will not go to the mold which will make the shoes to support, only will be with balled paper.
the eighth move: Looked from the habitat that UGG China did not have the special counter now, therefore the shoe is makes the export, these habitats are Made in Newzealand, everybody thinks, these shoes make from New Zealand's factory, must smuggle China, has that expense, how been it can be imagined possible? Has this kind of original story, that does not smuggle other that to make money!
the ninth move: Looked from the code number that now does not have UGG shoe going on the market in China, these uggs which sells is comes out from the factory to break the code shoe few, if the code number is complete, that is false, that is the impossible matter.
the tenth move: Looks at the instep, the real UGG instep is very bright and clean, the cotton thread is each inch 9 needles, the edge distance is very even, the line loose and tight is moderate, will not have the floating wire, the broken line, the bouncing pin. UGG instep feel is very good, does not exist bursts, breakage.
Ugg Boots, Woolly boots, Australian Sheepskin boots, Cardy Boots, or whatever your preferred name for Ugg Boots, there's no denying that Uggs are the latest craze in teen and adult fashion. You'll probably end up wearing them more than your favourite pair of jeans, your hoodie and especially your Nike Airs!
So if you're been living the life of a hermit and haven't yet come across the uggs boots phenomenon, here's a run down on what this new form of footwear is all about.
In Australia, Australian's have been wearing sheepskin uggs since the Brit's threw them off the tall ships to build their new colony. Ugg's are so common in Australia that attempts the trademark the term Ugg Boots failed in Australia as it was descriptive of a type of boot and not a specific product.
Aussie's love the outdoors, and despite the heat of the Australian desert, there are plenty of times of the year, and places in Australia where the warmth of natural sheepskin is a definate plus in the land downunder.
Following is the last parts about ugg genuine:
The 11th move: Looked that the entire pair shoe matches the pair, is the length consistent, the left right foot matches colors whether consistent, is really will not have the chromatic aberration, because the real shoe will have process Finish, will not have the very big chromatic aberration.
The 12th move: Looks at the big bottom, the real UGG boots rubber big bottom will not fall the color, will take has the color big bottom scratching which will back and forth make an effort on the color white paper, also will not fall the color, will scratch on the good floor will not have the trace, if will be the real rubber big bottom, with the nail with the forcing big bottom, will return to original state is immediately really, what is pressed does not come back will be false. If becomes spongy the Eva big bottom, looked that polish edge to be whether even and the base trace to be whether clear, what is not clear is false!
The 13th move: The shoe kept in stock has been long, the white instep have did the shoe to yours hand changes yellow, does the UGG boots rubber big bottom was the black have spits the frost (to turn white, and was more scratches a whiter that kind), if had is false or imitates.
The 14th move: Shoe pad length thickness is whether appropriate, looks at the shoes cloth sign, is also the code number sign, to four GB code fiducial mark surveys, is usefully above has four national code number signs, moreover the sign American code number must be bigger than the athletic shoes, for instance the women's shoes 37 yards, are equal to the European code 38 yards, if is not this kind of big code number contrast, that is false.
The 15th move: Puts in the shoe the hand, felt that will have a group to hit foot's thing, will have is false, may also try on, felt that the comfort level, generally the vacation or will imitate, because the uggs shoe last will not be standard, or will all half yard by the entire code shoe last generation, how not fit well, so long as will have one clamps the foot is false.
The 16th move: Has the vehicle big agent cotton thread is each Inch 2.5 needles, the cotton thread is thick; Has Mod or the Eva bottom, the genuine article bottom is smooth, has not soaked slightly, is one slightly soaks together, not smooth that kind, because the hyperpyrexia creates becoming spongy, on the genuine article production line, the temperature is the strict control.
The 17th move: Shoe's rubberized wire very even 1mm is generally normal, the real UGG boots will not open the rubber.
What It's Like to Chill Out With Whom the World Considers the Most Ruthless Men in the World
Ratko Mladic and Radovan Karadzic:
Confessions of a Female War Crimes Investigator
Retrospectively, it was all so simple, natural and matter of fact being on a boat restaurant in Belgrade, sitting with, laughing, drinking a two hundred bottle of wine and chatting about war and peace while Ratko Mladic held my hand. Mladic, a man considered the world's most ruthless war criminal since Adolf Hitler, still at large and currently having a five million dollar bounty on his head for genocide by the international community. Yet there I was with my two best friends at the time, a former Serbian diplomat, his wife, and Ratko Mladic just chilling. There was no security, nothing you'd ordinarily expect in such circumstances. Referring to himself merely as, Sharko; this is the story of it all came about.
It all began as former United States President Bill Clinton spearheaded NATO's war against Serbia, Montenegro and Slobodan Milosevic (March 1999). Thirty-five years old, conducting graduate study work at the New School for Social Research in New York City in political science, I planned graduating spring 1999 with an area study emphasis in international law and human rights. I was naïve then, still believing strongly in democratic liberal concepts such as freedom of academic thought. Hence, I never anticipated my political views would impede either my graduation or completing my master's thesis work on whether NATO member states committed gross violations of customarily accepted international criminal law in launching military aggression against Serbia and Montenegro owing to not acquiring United Nations Security Counsel approval prior.
Then as hit with the identical smart bomb dropped on Milosevic's presidential palace in Serbia the night of April 22nd 1999, political science chairperson then at the New School, Professor David Plotke, summoned me into his office before class that evening and dismissed me from the master's program at the New School owing to what he considered my possessing unsavory political science opinions.
Only having to complete two more classes to graduate, I always thought my future in political sciences as wide open with innumerous possibilities; unfortunately this proved untrue. Plotke told me in no uncertain terms that I was not the type of person the New School wanted walking around with a degree stating the New School's prestigious name on it.
Ironically, the New School was an institution I attended only owing to its' placing great pride and emphasis on allowing students complete academic freedom of thought without dictating what is and what is not politically correct to discuss. Yet surprisingly, dismissal from the program and blow to my graduate work should not been completely unexpected since the semester immediately prior, the school refused allowing me to conduct my graduate thesis work on the subject of whether the NATO and Bill Clinton committed war crimes against the former Yugoslavia during the Kosovo war (1999) and internally suggested I write about infringement of Muslim human rights in France.
I suppose with the likes of Hillary Clinton and Tony Blair hanging about the fourth floor of the school at the renown World Policy Institute in 1999, I should have expected the university would not take kindly to student‘s speaking out critically against Bill Clinton and the Kosovo war (1999) he went down in history for advocating. Then again, in 1999 I still believed in the school's core ideals of academic freedom, especially since I was paying no less than one thousand United States dollars a credit to attend. My civil rights lawsuit against the college is another story in and of itself not deserving extended amounts of space here, except what I already mentioned.
Dismissal from graduate school left me in a complete state of scholarly anomie seeking empathy and solace from my few friends and confidants at the time including many diplomats I studied with at the New School for several years. The list included but was not limited to ambassadors from Iran, Oman and a newly appointed First Secretary of the Bosnian Mission to the United Nations in New York, Darko Trifunovic.
Noteworthy of mentioning, both the ambassadors from Iran and Oman both confided in me their own extreme dissatisfactions and the scholarly problems they themselves currently encountered at the New School for Social Research. On the last day attending the school, both aforementioned men explicitly complained to me the school was holding them back from graduating owing to their own so-called extremely unsavory political viewpoints. In particular the Iranian ambassador, Amir, was writing his master's thesis on the Iranian contra affair and the UN Ambassador from Oman told me, for years he was being held back from graduating because Greek Professor Addie Pollis strongly disdained his Islamic religious and cultural views insofar as human rights and multiple marriage partners by Muslim sultans in his country of origin. It was May (1999).
Riddled with uncertainty about my future scholarly status, I immediately applied for graduate study at Farleigh Dickinson University in New Jersey where I studied an additional two years before encountering similar problems with the graduate school faculty there. Ironically it was only FDU professors whom formerly studied themselves at the New School still in touch with the faculty there, who were later responsible for my having to leave the graduate program at FDU in early 2002.
Between the time of my dismissal from the New School and my dismissal from FDU in the fall (2002), I stayed in touch with many scholars and other politically active persons sharing similar anti-war views as myself regarding NATO's 1999 Kosovo war including: Professor Barry Lituchy (NYC), Ramsey Clark's people at the International Action Center, and a couple of new acquaintances I've chanced meet online in Serbian political activist forums.
One of those people was, Darko Trifunovic. Darko and I were e-mailing each other regularly by early spring (1999) at which time he informed me that he became the newly appointed First Secretary of the Bosnian Mission to the United Nations in New York City and wondered whether I would pick him up at JFK airport when he arrives in a few weeks; I acceded.
I even became voted in as the executive director of the Law Projects Center Yugoslavia in New York . The Law Projects Center was a United Nations accredited NGO and offshoot of the Yugoslav Coalition to Establish and international criminal court. Darko and some political people originally founded the organization in Belgrade Serbia prior his arrival in New York City in diplomatic capacity.
I worked fervently legally registering the organization in New Jersey as a legally filed non-profit successfully. The Law Projects Center and its activities demanded Darko, his wife and I often stayed the night over each others' apartments often; many times working days at a time with very little sleep. From winter (1999) until fall (2002), Darko, his wife and I worked daily at the Bosnian Mission to the United Nations in New York City co-authoring two books: 1) The Bosnian Model of Al-Qaeda Terrorism and; 2) The Srebrenica Massacre. As a young student of war and peace in the former Yugoslavia, I was in scholarly heaven accessing the United Nations to work with Darko daily. This enabled my meeting many of the most fascinating people in the world. I vividly remember Senator Bill Richardson at the time giving nightly press interviews on television about meeting with OPEC members states, "setting them straight about lowering oil prices in 2000." Yet when I'd chit-chat with the Iranian ambassador in the city before class asking him about it he would say to me something to the effect as," We at OPEC are so angry about former colonialism by England and America, OPEC will continually attempt bringing both the United States and England to their financial knees on energy issues...And by the way Jill, Russia does not in any manner intend to halt weapon sales to Iran."
In fact Amir and I, notwithstanding our theological differences, got alone well. We'd often sit together before class acceding on a great many matters. In particular I remember us sitting one night and looking me square in the eye stating, "You know Jill, I will never believe that Jesus Christ is the Son of God." I replied, "And I Amir will never convert to Islam." Now that we got that out of the way, we both smiled at one another getting down to discussing real issues.
The Bosnian mission to the United Nations in New York City in 2001 was an extremely interesting place. Reflecting the rotating ethnic presidency existing in Bosnia unto present, Mission employees were comprised of people of completely bipolar ethnic, theological and politically ideological viewpoints.
The Head Ambassador of the Mission post 9-11 was then combating rumors of his soon becoming persona non grata in the United States for allegedly giving Osama Bin Laden a visa to travel through Bosnia illegally when previously stationed in Italy in 1993. There were also rumors he confessed to the United States Department of State of running international arms trades in connection with Al-Qaeda.
The number two man at the Bosnian mission, the First Ambassador was Serbian, Orthodox Christian and a doctor of medicine by university degree. The First Secretary of the Mission was my friend Darko, the Consulate department was headed by an ethnic Muslim lady from Bosnia, and there was an ethnic Croatian woman floating around with other various diplomats being of Roman Catholic Croatian descent.
My time at the Mission was primarily spent fixing Darko's laptop computer which became daily infected with computer viruses he continually claimed emanated from other employees at the Mission who were allegedly trying to sabotage him because of his ethnic Serbian background. I vividly recall the constant bickering between all the mission employees; always accusing each other of committing war crimes and giving each other computer viruses making it virtually impossible for any of them to get along. The Croatian diplomat usually stayed to herself with her office door shut while the others present usually just listened to Led Zeppelin rock music on their personal CD-ROM players. They told me repeatedly they had nothing else to do with their time at the United Nations beyond an occasional meeting except for listening to music and playing computer games.
Sad and ironic was the few things I noticed all the Bosnian mission employees agreeing upon was their undying love for the rock band, Led Zeppelin.
A year had come and gone while I totally immersed myself into political inquiry as to just who was guilty of committing war crimes in the former Yugoslavia. My favorite subjects of inquiry included:
NATO, Kosovo & Metohia, Serbia, Montenegro, Bosnia and persons of interest such as Mladic and Hacim Thaci (Albanian Leader of the Kosovo Liberation Army). It was not enough for my merely taking in nightly news reports from CNN and other mainstream American media; to conduct an investigation for inquiry of social fact, I needed to go to Serbia and investigate for myself.
Only after seeing firsthand the goings on in the Balkans could I make a discriminate determination of guilty parties insofar as genocide there. After my fateful month long trip to Serbia and Montenegro in the fall 2002 I later concluded all warring parties involved had blood on their hands (Croats, Serbs, Muslims and the NATO); there are no innocents. But in 2001, neither my finances nor busy schedule allowed such a trip. Moreover, not speaking fluent Serbian coupled with the anti-American sentiment existing in Serbia then listed on the United States Department of State travel warning website caused going to there an unfeasible option. Hence, my life and studies went on as usual.
Several seasons went by and now it was spring 2001. Darko and his wife Bojana had time off which they spent visiting friends and family in Serbia for about two weeks. Because of this Darko was unable to function in full diplomatic capacity. In spring 2001 there was a preparatory commission meeting of plenipotentiaries to establish an international criminal court at the United Nations in New York City. Topics of the meeting included but were not limited to defining interstate acts of aggression, court financing etc.. Darko asked me if I would sit in for him at the meeting taking as many notes possible owing to the Law Projects Center possessing United Nations accreditation as a NGO (non governmental organization) with full observer status at the United Nations; I acceded.
Darko faxed me all necessary paperwork enabling my application attendance at this crucial meeting; I filled out the necessary forms and faxed them to the appropriate United Nations office for approval. It was an extremely exciting time for me. My close friend and colleague, Arnold Stark (History professor and Columbian University PhD) drove me into Manhattan walking me through the United Nations main entrance and security the day of attendance. Professor Stark himself was an old foreign service man from way back in the day and he told me I never looked as professionally sharp as I did on that day; I wore a navy blue pin striped suit. I must admit, I looked good.
Only post attending that day did I truly understand the total lapse of security existing then at the United Nations in New York City. I say this owing to the social fact that the Law Projects Center was indeed registered as an United nations accredited NGO it is true. However, closed meetings of this sort meant attendance was strictly limited to head ambassadors of valid United Nations member state missions and non governmental organizations possessing observer status were not allowed.
Unto present, I've yet understood whereby I gained entrance into this privy closed meeting consisting of only United Nations ambassadors, but I did. Walking to the basement floor of the United Nations building that day, I merely wore a visitors badge given to me at the front desk in no manner indicating that I was an ambassador of a United Nations mission; least of all the Bosnia mission as required for entrance. Totally unaware I didn't possess necessary credentials to enter the meeting, I walked confidently towards the entrance door and past the guard stationed outside it. The guard never bothering to examine the type of badge I wore around my neck simply said "good day Madame" and urged me into the meeting; it was just about time to begin.
I immediately sensed something wrong once through the door past the guard. First, I was uncertain where to sit. Everyone else had a sign in front of their seat stating their country of origin. The Israeli ambassador sat in front of the Israel sign, the Spanish lady sat in front of the seat indicating she represented, Spain etc..
I looked fervently around the room seeing no seats indicating seats for United Nations observers anywhere. The last thing I wanted to do was to embarrass myself by taking the seat of an important ambassador; I noticed a couple of men seeming from some African state grabbing some meeting paperwork nearby so I inquired of them.
I told them I was a newbie and inquired where to sit and what I should do. With heavy African accents one of them said, "just grab a bunch of these papers, sit there and look like you are busy," so I did. In fact, I grabbed as many extra copies as I could without looking conspicuous when noticing another peculiarity.
The meeting papers indicated they were for restricted for the eyes of state mission heads' only (chief ambassadors of countries) and allowing other persons and/or United Nations employees to view them was a punishable offense. Uncertain what to do, and with the meeting beginning, I merely sat there stunned. My seat and the one the African gentleman next to me took seemed extras because they neglected having any indication regarding country origin in front of them on the table; I felt safe.
As totally immersed and interesting as I found the topics, the African ambassador seated found boring. I say this owing to noticing during the entire meeting he was merely doodling nonsensical pictures on some legal pad. I think that no one took more notes that day than me. I was especially interested in the interstate bickering about financing the international criminal court should and when it came about. Spain was particularly forceful in vocalizing its opinion that the countries giving the most monetary contributions to the court itself ought have more power over both its staffing and its innocent and guilty verdicts as well as judges appointed. My suspicions' equally shared by scholars such as Noam Chomsky and former attorney general, Ramsey Clark were now fully justifiably confirmed. The court itself was a great travesty of justice and I was actually witnessing quarrels between countries insofar as controlling the courts judges and verdicts based on financial contributions rather than on law and true international justice.
The most shocking point of the meeting for me was when the Israeli ambassador admitted openly to the other attendees that Israel was indifferent to war crimes, crimes against humanity and would in no manner support any international structure limiting its' ability for practicing war and peace against any other state and/or party it considered a threat to its national interest.
The ambassador representing the United States that day strongly and equally explicitly backed the Israeli position making clear American attendance was more for information gathering purposes and show than true concern for international law, world peace and social justice. When the meeting ended I slipped quickly out the front entrance of the United Nations; notes and papers in hand; I would read them in detail later that evening.
It must have amazed Darko upon returning from Serbia I actually gained entrance to the ICC preparatory closed meeting because within a week he invited me to the city to attend another important meeting at the United Nations comprised of diplomats from some very selective and prestigious NATO member states. I don't recall the date but by his return fully I understood the definition of a closed meeting. Upon approaching the meeting door I became at once cognizant the meeting stated "closed meeting," on the door. I did my best to point this fact out to Darko who told me to go in with him anyway; we did. Darko obviously thought because I gained entrance to the ICC meeting I ought not have in his absence, perhaps if I were with him, he covertly could gain access this closed NATO meeting; no dice. Upon entering the room, immediately some important looking man called him over and diplomatically informed him that "Serbia was not invited." Darko pointed to me explaining that he was with the American lady but he was asked politely to leave; I followed him out the door embarrassed.
The following year was mundane. Filled with activities like shuttling back and forth to FDU for graduate school, fund raising for the Law Projects Center and co-authoring two book with Darko. The fateful day of 9/11 and the attacks by Al-Qaeda on the World Trade Center Towers in New York City changed my venue forever.
Post 9/11 Darko became a man on a personal mission seemingly unrelated to the Bosnian mission itself.
He told me it was the utmost importance to publicize the alleged fact that the head ambassador of the Bosnian mission was in his estimation involved with Al-Qaeda.
Darko had a seemingly ton of secret documentary evidence emanating from the ministry of internal affairs in Belgrade and Bosnia seeming true bolstering his allegations in my eyes then.
Asking me to fervently work on editing a book on which topic was meant for exposing the head ambassador of the Bosnian mission at that time; I acceded. The publication was later published by the Repubika Srpska information agency in Bosnia. The Serbian government in the Republika Srpska in Bosnia then was seriously pressing Darko for a fast publication so we stayed up many nights over his apartment in Forest Hills, New York working to do so. The book was entitled, "The Bosnia Model of Al-Qaeda Terrorism. It can probably still be found and read online. Last time I checked it was posted on the website: http://www.analyst-network.com/profile.php?user_id=240.
Darko always told me I possessed full rights to this and other publications we worked on together. Although I edited and co-authoring the Al-Qaeda work, a few years back I noticed Darko removed my name on the inner front cover page as editor replacing it with the name of a Serbian editor. When questioned about it Darko told me he kept my name from being published because of the death threats and dangers to my life that he himself encountered because of its publication. I do vividly remember Darko receiving a great many death threats and threats towards his wife at the time, Bojana, so it is possible he was telling me the truth.
Even prior completing our work on the Al-Qaeda book together Darko was obsessed with manifesting the Bosnian Chief ambassador at the time as a terrorist. At the time I had no reason to doubt Darko's word and assisted him in rabidly writing an open letter to all the United Nations member state missions exposing him as such. I surmise this is when Darko's job at the United Nations as First Secretary of the Bosnian mission became jeopardized.
Today I surmise Darko's employment at the United Nations genuinely became compromised owing not only to the inter-ethnic conflicts existing between him and the head ambassador then, a proud Muslim man, but also owing to the fact he forged birth certificates to acquire his position in the first place later becoming a social fact from the interior ministry in Bosnia. It was an emotional shock when Darko informed me a by summer 2001 that he lost his job and he and Bojana had to immediately return to Belgrade to work out the matter in court. This was also a great emotional blow to me also owing to the fact that I always possessed a crush on Darko and he knew it. This was a social fact I never publicly admitted previously to writing this book. I once even asked Darko if he wanted to have an affair with me but he declined stating he would never be unfaithful to his beautiful wife, Bojana. This left me in an extreme morally uncomfortable position because Bojana was my best friend. I continually told myself being attracted to her husband Darko was a non-option. Working so closely with him on an almost daily basis however made my attraction to him difficult to overcome.
I was also engaged to Professor Arnold Stark at the time and wore the ten thousand diamond ring he bought me on my finger. Arnold became increasingly jealous of Darko in time and eventually forbid me to work with him altogether. Notwithstanding, I continued working with Darko against Arnold's wishes. This coupled with my trip to Serbia and Montenegro in 2002 eventually led to my breakup with Professor Stark and after almost an entire decade, my relationship with Arnold never fully recovered.
Darko tried keeping his job in diplomatic capacity at he UN as long as possible but the bipolar friction and hate existing between himself and the chief ambassador at the mission proved too much. The chief ambassador in contact with the Bosnian government at the time in Sarajevo eventually had Darko dismissed as first secretary of the mission. To the best of my recollection Darko was no longer receiving a monthly salary from Sarajevo by spring or summer 2002 (approximately).
I often came visiting Darko and Bojana's apartment in Manhattan then situated on a side street within walking distance from the UN to help them out financially by buying them inexpensive dinners and such in Manhattan and chauffeuring them around (they did not own a car for the majority of their stay in the States).
In July 2002 as I remember the three of us spent many memorable moments going to the beaches outside the city and just spending time talking etc.. At the time and owing to my being in graduate school at FDU, I had plenty of extra money to burn owing my taking the maximum GSL student loans totaling about twenty thousand dollars a semester. Then one day that summer Darko informed me he and Bojana were only awaiting the Bosnian government to wire them a sum of five thousand dollars to pay off their American bills, last month rent and they would make a hasty exit back to Belgrade permanently. I was emotionally crushed.
Desperate not to lose contact with Darko because of my personal feelings towards him, I told him my summer classes at FDU were about to end August 2002 and although the fall semester was about to begin, I wanted to visit him in Serbia as soon as possible. Soon for me meant as soon as I received a check from the United States government for the total of that semesters' student loan money in the amount of about ten thousand dollars.
Darko, hesitant at first soon gave in to my constant petitions to visit him. The day I brought them both to JFK to return to Serbia permanently, Bojana whispered something in Darko's ear as we hugged saying our goodbyes all three of trying to hold back tears of parting and Darko looking me in the eye said something to the effect, "Jill, don't worry as soon as you can afford it call me and we'll arrange your visit." Darko never could stand to see me cry which on many occasion I did owing to the loss of my two children and other personal challenges in my life. They turned and boarded their plane to Belgrade as I drove back to New Jersey.
Driving home I felt an odd combination of extreme sadness at the loss of my two best friends mixed with the cheerful prospect I would shortly be boarding a plane myself destined for Serbia and Montenegro by mid August 2002 when my student loan check arrived. Upon arriving home I immediately began making all necessary arrangements for my forthcoming trip.
The day following Darko ‘s departure, I bought a great many prepaid phone cards for the purpose of calling him owing to both my missing him and also my primarily wanting to began making all necessary arrangements facilitating my forthcoming visit from JFK to Beograd. I had countless questions such as: how much money will I need, how will I obtain a VISA being an American citizen with all the US State Department warnings against US citizenry traveling to the region, etc., etc., etc.. I had already obtained a valid United States passport many years ago which I always carried with me. I've always held the strong opinion that having a valid passport with you at all times is just a good idea. It enables one the necessary freedom to go to the airport and catch a plane going anywhere at anytime.
Darko told me that I need not worry about all the complicated VISA requirements listed on Serbian government website required of other Americans that he would handle everything. I was told merely to bring with me about five thousand United States dollars in cash spending money and it was a done deal. I went to buy some new suitcases and clothes for my trip in Wayne, New Jersey during the first two weeks in August 2002 in preparation. Packing was always a problem for me as Darko can attest to owing to my medically diagnosed attention deficit disorder. I had a difficult time deciding what to bring, so I tried to bring everything I thought I needed. The day of my departure my suitcases weighed way over the weight limit restrictions indicated by the airline.
Getting to JFK for departure in mid August 2002 proved to be an almost insurmountable task in and of itself owing to my heavy luggage and everyone I asked to drop me at the airport that day had strongly held views against my going.
Arnold Stark declined to bring me owing to his personal jealousies insofar as Darko and everyone else had one or another excuse rooted in the anti-American sentiment in Serbia at that time and danger involved.
Undeterred, I finally convinced Archbishop John LoBue, my priest and confessor at the Holy Name Orthodox Christian Church in West Milford, New Jersey to take me as far as the Port Authority in Manhattan; from there I took a bus to JFK managing myself.
Post 9/11, JFK was supposedly safe beyond reproach insofar as security; this proved untrue. I had not traveled outside America in many years so I was unfamiliar with the new travel restrictions on such items as nail scissors etc., being illegal to bring onboard flights and carried several very sharp ones right passed JFK security inspection inside my purse on board out of my own ignorance of new flight rules. It was not until I arrived on my stopover in Paris, France that I was boarding onto a JAT (Yugoslav Air Travel) flight for Belgrade that the security officer of JAT told me that he had to confiscate the aforementioned items owing to new security precautions implemented post 9/11.
I informed him upon boarding my initial flight at JFK in New York, the security guards at the gate allowed me to board my flight to Paris carrying them in my purse. The JAT security employee merely shook his head in amazement mentioning something insofar as his seriously questioning American security in general stating that Jugosalv Air Travel obviously took airline and passenger security much more seriously.
I loved flying JAT! Not only was I completely satisfied the flight from Paris to Belgrade was many times more secure since JAT searched boarding passengers more thoroughly than JFK, the hospitality, food and drink was excellent. I say this owing to my being a well seasoned traveler having previously visited places such as Indonesia, Thailand and Hong Kong, etc.. It was extremely laid back on the flight. People moved around switching seats and chatting with good friends and the food was the best!
My favorite Serbian food and drink were served and all airline employees shoed me the highest level of hospitality. I was extremely pleased with the professionalism and service on JAT I later began an online blog about it on Yahoo360.
Upon my flight arriving in Beograd, all passengers left the plane in the usual manner except Serbian citizens were shuffled through customs quickly merely showing their passport. All others including myself were asked to relinquish their passports and told to wait an unspecified amount of time in a holding area at the airport. An airport security officer went around confiscating our passports afterward leaving us merely standing there not knowing what to expect next. No other announcements were made; I did the only thing possible I relinquished my passport to the Serbian custom official along with the other western Europeans and/or Americans (if there were any) which I surmised like myself were attempting to enter Serbia from countries that were NATO allies in the Kosovo war against Slobodan Milosevic in 1999. There must have been about twenty persons with me just waiting.
All types of nagging thoughts plagued me such as "perhaps my friends were correct that I ought not have taken this trip...was it really too dangerous to travel to Serbia with all the anti-American sentiment and what would happen if Serbian customs decided I was an American spy, kept my passport and I ended in some unknown jail and/or murdered....who would find me...what could I do about it etc., etc., etc.."
It seemed nearly an hour passed; me and the others were still standing there waiting. I didn't want to seem scared or overly curious by asking either Serbian custom officials or anyone else waiting with me anything as to not cause unnecessary attention to myself. I also kept checking my watch wondering if Darko knew I was here waiting. I had hoped with his government connections he would at least inquire about my arrival since he told me he would pick me up. I drew comfort from the fact Darko was always very punctual picking up and bringing himself and others to airports.
On numerous occasions I gave him and others rides to and from them. These and other thoughts plagued me when suddenly I heard a voice on the loud speaker call my name, Jill Starr, asking me to go to a customs area to claim my passport.
I was the first person called so I don't know what happened to the others standing there still waiting. I hurriedly went to obtain my passport and was told that I cleared; the guard pointed the direction for me to go claim my luggage. You have no idea what a relief that was!
I took in my new surroundings pleased that I made it into the country successfully. As a young child my father took me with him traveling the world when he was an active nuclear engineering consultant for Chas T Main, USAID and the IMF. I had been in Indonesia during the turmoil in East Timor so I was used to being in war zones surrounded by soldiers with guns. I was presently older, but still I found such travel extremely exciting more than dangerous and looked forward to enjoying the rest of my vacation with Darko and Bojana.
Making it to the baggage claim area successfully I was relieved seeing Darko standing their waiting for me. I was not fluent in Serbian and didn‘t want to publicize it by asking people questions in English manifesting I was American. I hurried towards him, giving him a large hug.
I was so glad to see Darko. I noticed upon my arrival at the Belgrade airport that there were many female police officers equipped with guns wearing short mini skirts and extremely high heels. I asked Darko how they apprehended criminals in such high heels and he replied smirking that they don't have to run, they merely shot those not halting in the back and that stopped them.
Like a dream come true, there I was in Beograd Serbia against all odds and complaints from my friends. Darko helped me get my luggage to his friend's vehicle telling me we could talk about everything I had to say later because we had to hurry.
Darko‘s friend, a German man living in Serbia for years and an important military employee of the Serbian government in a grayish older large SUV vehicle with what seemed a special license plate was impatiently waiting at the front gate of the airport for us.
Darko's friend did not speak fluent English but he did speak fluent German and Serbian. Upon writing the first edition of my book I still wondered who this man really was because Darko pointed out to me proudly, while placing my luggage in the vehicle of his car, this car "specifically bore special Serbian military license plates;" Darko pointed this out to me at the airport and I was greatly impressed to be in a Serb military vehicle.
The man picking me up at the Serbia, Beograd airport with Darko also referred to himself merely by a nickname. If my memory serves me correct he said to call him, "Babic or Babo" or something like that. "Babic" is not probably not 100% correct because my memory is kind of fuzzy on this. However, in coming across a BBC website with a photograph of Dragan Dabic, the male construction worker whom apparently Dr. Radovan Karadzic was assuming the identity of before he was arrested and transferred to the Hague in 2008; it does look about 90% correct in my memory that it was Mr. Dragan Dabic who picked me up at the Beograd Serbia airport that day. Even his glasses look the same and he told me he used to work as a military mercenary for the Serbs during war time and he was originally from Germany. Whoever it was, he was a relatively short man in height with salt and pepper hair.
He said he worked in the military during " the war/s" but (I forget which war he meant now), did say currently since all "the military business ended, he now worked construction and was building a second house himself outside of Beograd because his girlfriend was having a child. He told me he had several children but was not married. I saw him also my first night in Beograd at Bojana's parents residence visiting as well as a day or so before I departed Beograd Serbia.
We drove all around the city of (Beograd) in his large van type SUV again; he gave me a large tour of the entire city area pointing out everything.
It seems almost surreal to me actually chance meeting so many fascinating and exciting people, I almost didn't want to mention possibly meeting, Dragan Dabic, too in the second edition of my book.
But, I decided to write the best and most truthful testimonies of my memories as possible about my super cool vacation in Serbia & Montenegro in 2002.
Anyway, so Darko told whomever this man was to please help lift my luggage into the trunk in Serbian and he did. Darko always liked to brag and as usual he introduced me to his friend giving me the details of his being an important man in the Serbian military etc.. We went straight from the Beograd airport to the home of Bojana's family in the suburbs of Belgrade and all became reacquainted. Whomever it was, he was a relatively short man in height with salt and pepper hair and muscular with that triangle type of nose.
Bojana and I hugged; she introduced me to her family (father, mother and brother who was a high school student in Beograd). Afterward, Darko showed me the room upstairs where I would sleep which was actually Bojana's room also informing me of our three week itinerary; he had it all planned out. Darko told me we would all spend the night over Bojana's house, the next day sleep at his apartment outside Beograd and later explained the next day we would stop at his father's family's house for dinner and leave from there making our way into Montenegro for a ten day vacation staying at his friend's resort on Budva's seaside coast. Along the way Darko told me he would give me the best tour I could ask for and he did. He showed me military installations and one of my favorite stops was the NATO bombed Chinese embassy which I stood in front of only several yards from.
My night at Bojana's residence was wonderful. I was never showed as much love and hospitality as I did from her family. Although it was late in the evening (about 11pm Serbian time) when we arrived, Bojana's mother, a wonderful woman, treated me as her own daughter. She insisted that Darko, Bojana and I enjoy what seemed a 10 course home cooked meal. She was still cooking while she served us a variety of cooked steaks, vegetables and pastries. And like many Italian families she insisted I tried and ate everything. To top the night off before bed Bojana and her father performed an accordion duet live in the kitchen for me. Apparently, Bojana and her father were professional accordion players and Bojana explained that her father's employment consisted of playing nightly in a local bar. Thereafter, we went to bed with full stomachs.
The next morning we all enjoyed an equally exquisite breakfast. Bojana's family had livestock in the backyard and her mother cooked us a fresh eggs and steak for breakfast like never before experienced. We said our parting goodbyes and left for Darko's apartment in the hills of Beograd. We brought my suitcases in and upon entering I noticed there were lots of stray dogs around the apartment entrance. One in particular was very cute and Darko explained that the various residents fed it because it was so adorable. I found it interesting that so many old men were just hanging about the entrance to the apartment building drinking and just sitting there with seemingly nothing to do. They remained there throughout my entire trip.
Even when Ratko Mladic came to see me on my final day in Serbia in full military regalia giving me a parting gift (a book he inscribed to me entitled Serbija) while Darko took pictures of Mladic with his arm around me, the men remained there merely looking like old bums. Retrospectively, I wonder if they weren't some watchmen and/or guards. Unto this day I always wondered what Darko did with those photos.
I was surprised what a very large apartment Darko owned. He showed me into his guest room and I unpacked my suitcases in just enough time to inform me I was to consolidate all my truly necessary items for Montenegro into one small bag that would reasonably fit into his trunk in the morning because he needed enough room for his and Bojana's luggage also. He laughed at all the things I brought with me to Beograd telling me that I had no idea how to pack.
By the time I was done with that task Darko told me it was time to go meet some friends at a local café for coffee. It was late summer and the outside café's in Beograd were the best !
We met up with a few friends in some restaurant in Beograd; there was about five of us sitting there just chatting and drinking coffee when I noticed an older gentleman sitting a few seats down with feathered salt and pepper colored hair not saying much except for an occasional laugh and nod at us. I wondered wherefore Darko a man about thirty would associate with such an older person, as for me being several years older than Darko, I thought to myself, what a cute guy. Then upon closer inspection, I realized it was doctor Radovan Karadzic. I knew he was a psychiatrist. By no means was this to be our last meeting. Throughout the time I spent in Serbia Darko met with Karadzic on many occasions in Beograd. The meetings were usually brief; only to exchange oral information and/or a few papers with Darko and whisper something or other in Darko‘s ear. He looks as the news media portrays him dressed in his gray wrinkled suit and tie and salt and pepper colored hair. He was a perfect gentleman all times I met him with Darko. After finishing our coffee, Darko said we ought leave and get a good nights rest because we had to leave early the next day for Montenegro.
The next morning we all got into Darko's blue Audi (car) and left for his Father's house. I remember arguing with Darko about wanting to bring lots of luggage with me and he replied I didn't need all that stuff and I could only bring one normal sized bag with me and I had to leave the rest of my things at his apartment; I did. On the way to his father's, Darko made a few important stops for the purpose of giving me the grand tour.
We only stopped briefly at some military installations; we didn't get out of the car. We drove up to the gates and Darko pointed out, "look Jill, this is an important military facility." Darko always sarcastically smirked as he pointed out these places to me. The only place we got out was in front of the bombed out Chinese embassy in Beograd. There were Serbian military officers in front of the embassy. I was amazed owing to I always had thought bombed out buildings were totally demolished. But standing in front of the Chinese embassy that was bombed by the NATO in 1999 taught me the definition of a "smart bomb."
Only the portion of the building hosting the embassy employees on the upper level of the building itself was demolished and in particular the window where the Chinese embassy officials worked. I could see in the window and I even got a sad glimpse of the Victorian styled chair sitting there empty in the bombed out window. I wondered who used to sit there and if they were dead or alive. No other parts of the building was seriously damaged. There were even flowers and trees still growing untouched in front of the building. I strongly believe that NATO knew exactly what they aimed at when they bombed the building.
I brought a digital camera with me on my trip but upon returning to the United States, all the film Darko claimed to snap for me was returned by my local film developer as blank. I wondered if Darko told me the truth about snapping photos for me at all. Throughout my trip he insisted on taking all the photos I wanted claiming I take poor pictures.
It since crossed my mind he may have removed the film from my camera prior my departing Serbia so I could not take it back with me. One thing I am sure of is both Darko and Bojana refused having any photos taken of them throughout my entire stay. After leaving the scene at the Chinese embassy, we made our way to the home of Darko's father driving through a beautiful park not dissimilar to Central Park in Manhattan along the way. I can't be certain what park it was because I didn't know the geographical area; we soon arrived at our destination.
Darko's father lived in the most incredibly beautiful green hills in an area of Serbia existing somewhere between Beograd and Montenegro. Immediately upon entering and meeting his father, stepmother and grandmother who recently passed away, I felt part of the family. Although his family did not speak English, Darko and Bojana translated for me.
Darko's grandmother was an extraordinarily warm and wise woman in whose presence I felt comfortable and happy the entire time. Before dinner there was the customary libation of grappa (a Serbian hard liquor of incredible potency). If only I could find grappa here in America. After another dinner that would give Manhattan's top chefs a run for their money, Darko brought me upstairs into a guest room to take a nap.
I told him I was not tired but he insisted I nap saying we would be driving all night before reaching Montenegro and I need my rest. I must have slept an hour before he awakened me to say our parting goodbyes and begin our journey. I was extremely excited; Darko promised me a three week Adriatic holiday allowing me swimming privileges at every beach from Hercegovni to an area he said was only ten meters from Kosovo's border. We couldn't go into Kosovo Darko said because it was too dangerous. I knew Darko had been shot several times and almost killed in Kosovo previously so I didn't push the issue. As a former lifeguard and avid swimmer, I couldn‘t wait for my vacation to start and Darko delivered it to me as promised.
The onset of our journey began at sunset; still adjusting to the time zone differential I dozed off in Darko's backseat; for how long I'm uncertain. I dozed on and off until sunrise when we reached the Montenegrin border. I mean, there wasn't much to see driving in the dark cover of night. The wider well lit highway we initially set out upon gradually narrowed as the highway lights became fewer. Eventually there were no highway lights at all. My body continuously shifted from one side of Darko's backseat to the other making sleep difficult.
It was obvious the road we traversed was analogous to Pacific Coast Highway in California driving through Big Sur.
It was mountainous, dangerously ridden with hairpin turns and no guardrails. In Montenegro, inexperienced travelers could almost mistake the scenery for Big Sur with the beautiful blue Adriatic sea hugging the bottoms of the cliffs we not so cautiously traveled. I asked Darko to slow down because he was driving like speed racer. He replied not to worry explaining he could drive these roads blindfolded he knew them well. I thought to myself, better safe than sorry buddy.
It is a good thing I had some prescription Xanax with me, I popped one, maybe two just to relax while simultaneously trying to hide this act from Darko since he hated drugs in general. He especially hated my taking the prescription medications my doctor gave me saying I didn't need them, they were addicting and poison. He also strongly disdained cigarettes; Bojana smoked covertly.
The sun was just rising when Darko awakened me excitedly pointing out the tunnel we were driving through. I think he said at the other end we'd be entering Montenegro. Driving to the Budva Riviera in Montenegro we drove through some similar tunnels; the scenery was unbelievably breathtaking. There is no other place in the world I'd rather be than in Budva Montenegro and I recommend everyone vacation there. We were making our way to a seaside resort a friend of Darko owned. Still driving like speed racer around the hairpin turns and mountainous cliffs compromising the road, we finally arrived at our destination safely. I admit Darko is an excellent driver; his driving is reminiscent of agent 007 in James Bond movies.
Because of the Kosovo war, there was not one functional ATM in either in Serbia and Montenegro. To be safe I split the five thousand dollars we had between Darko and I. I held onto half and he the other. One of my favorite stories I tell people of my trip is how I swam with my money throughout the trip; it made me feel secure always keeping some cash on me at all times; even when I was swimming a quarter mile out in the Adriatic sea. Darko told me not to; I did anyway.
Owing to that, the cash I held was often wet. One particular time we went to a bank in Montenegro.
The banks there are so remarkably careful of counterfeiting, they refused exchanging my United States dollars for Euros because my money was wet; the three of us returned to the hotel using my blow dryer to evaporate the dollar bills until dried. The three of us henceforth joked about this saying we laundered the money.
Upon arriving at the resort, Darko introduced me to his friend and we worked out the financial gratuities for our stay. We paid him eight hundred United States dollars for ten days; meals included. Unlike hotels in America, meals meant an extremely large home cooked breakfast consisting of large varieties of meat, coffee and juice. Lunch and dinner consisted of many course meals where main dishes consisted of either freshly caught seafood or meat. Our accommodation consisted of two medium sized rooms with separate entrances; one for myself and another for Darko and Bojana. To reach the beach we only needed to walk across the street and down a small path; one could see Italy at the other end of the horizon on a clear day. I was ecstatic loving to swim. Since Bojana didn't swim, Darko couldn't always accompany me to the beach so I‘d just walk to it myself for periodic swims throughout the day; August was a very hot month. Of any country I've visited, Serbia and Montenegro wins my top prize for fun, food, beauty and hospitality.
Everyone is friendly, warm, the atmosphere is relaxed and laid back and most persons speak some English owing to children learning English as a second language in school at a young age. Unfortunately, American school children do not grow up learning another language other than native English which leaves them I feel at an intellectual disadvantage.
Each day Darko took us to another beach for a day enjoying food, drink, music, perhaps some shopping and primarily, swimming. As long as I could swim for hours each day I was happy. By the time nighttime rolled in all of us were so tired each day we usually had dinner and retired early, except for one night. This just happened to be the one night of my entire vacation I was overly exhausted wanting to retire early at any cost. Inversely, this was the one evening both Darko and Bojana incredibly excited informed me to take a shower, dress and get ready for a big surprise.
When I asked Darko what this surprise was and its great importance being I was so tired; he merely insisted I go get ready for it. Darko was always very bossy in my estimation constantly telling us when to sleep, awakening Bojana and I up early, limiting our time before breakfast for dressing, blow drying our hair etc. which the two of us always complained about privately to each other. I always accepted this as part of his personality but this night it annoyed me to no end; I simply wanted sleep, surprise or not.
As usual I gave into to Darko's demands by hurrying to my room, showering, changing, and preparing myself for a night out. If you're a woman, you understand when you have a crush on someone as I did Darko, you usually give into his demands easily; so I did.
Upon changing, Dark and Bojana were waving me to hurry to the car; exhausted I got in and slammed the door. Less than ten minutes up the pitch black road Darko pulled the car over and we got out. Darko and Bojana said, "Hurry Jill look down there." At the bottom of the cliffs was the most beautiful city of lights I've ever seen.
Darko said proudly, "this is Budva Jill, that‘s where we are going." It was many times more beautiful that Paris or Manhattan at night and situated in a valley about a mile and a half wide forcing the Montenegrin peninsula farther out. It was a remarkably amazing sight, Budva itself being lit up with a wide variety of bright lights surrounded by an aura of pitch black. By this time Bojana started complaining to Darko to move his car in more because someone may come around the sharp turn in the darkness sideswiping it. Darko never worried much about illegal parking or his speed limit owing to whenever getting pulled over, he just made manifest to the officer his huge governmental badge and they let him go; the badge was at least three times larger than the usual American police officer badge and was gold in color.
Darko became annoyed with Bojana's complaints so we returned to the car, got in and descended about five minutes down the treacherously dark road into Budva and parked. I couldn't believe it! It was like a dream, We walked down around Budva, Darko pointing out everything.
We stopped to have a drink at one of the many outdoor bar/café's and listened to the live entertainment while we sipped our drinks. Then I went to buy another bathing suit at a small shop when Darko told me to follow him and Bojana into the most amazing bar I've ever seen, anywhere in the world. The bar itself was actually a small island rocky island; to reach it one had to walk underground maybe a little less than one quarter mile. Upon entering the bar it had many levels; all outside surrounded by the roaring nighttime surf of the sea and live entertainment.
I saw a few people illegally swimming and asked Darko if I could swim there too. He informed me the swimming was closed for the evening. We ordered drinks and sat there chilling for a while. On the walk back Darko showed me all the gambling casinos along the Riviera. It looked like anyone could get whatever they wanted in Budva if they had the correct amount of money with them.
Montenegro was to me akin to a luxurious playground for the ultra rich, famous as well as infamous. We then walked back via way of the tunnel, stopped at a small outdoor restaurant all ordering a type of delicious pancake we enjoyed by dipping it in chocolate syrup and drove back to the hotel to get some rest.
The next day Darko took merely us to another gorgeous beach. It was reminiscent of Greece. The water was sapphire blue, clear and warm. The beach itself was not large, but completely hidden by huge rocky cliffs. The three of us took a kind of small craft about a quarter of a mile out into the Adriatic; Darko and I jumped in for a swim. Bojana was partially nude sunbathing at the time on the boat and since she was unable to swim, Darko teased her by stealing her clothes, pretending not to give them back to her. She immediately became upset demanding Darko return her clothes; Darko soon complied with her demands. Thereafter, we ended the day with lunch and drinks. The following day was one of my vacation high points. We visited the Ostrog monastery.
Driving to the Ostrog monastery was long, hot and boring. It lied somewhere deep beyond the Montenegrin coastline inland. We drove a long windy road without even so much as a store on it.
After a couple of hours, Darko stopped for lunch at the only restaurant I noticed the entire trip. You'd think it would be small being situated in the middle of what I considered, "nowhere." However, this was not the case.
There was actually a long line and tons of people there having lunch. I could only imagine like us they were on their way to visit Ostrog. The restaurant itself was classy and I can only liken it to seeing a luxurious restaurant in the middle of the Mohave desert. While I was visiting Ostrog monastery in Montenegro, Darko introduced me to a Serbian priest asking me if I wanted confession. The man looked almost verbatim to Karadzic in his monks getup. I mean the way the latest news photos of Karadzic in his monk getup looks. I only became cognizant of this recently since the photos of him since his arrest have been made publicly manifest.
In particular I remember the priest's large darker curl on the top of this priest's head like in the recent Karadzic photos; I wondered who would make their monks hair like that. This priest blessed me and told Darko in Serbian he could not hear my confession owing to his not understanding English well. He gave me a gift, a book about the monastery itself which I gave to Archbishop John LoBue in West Milford (my priest).
While visiting Ostrog, we venerated the holy relics leaving an offering of either food or money at the door leading to the holy relics; I can't remember which now. Leaving, we looked around the gift shop, had coffee at the small Ostrog monastery café and Darko gave me a tour where the monks sleep and shower. Then we made the long drive back to the hotel. We had the usual dinner at which time Bojana was overcome with a terrible toothache. I told her I'd pay for the filling tomorrow; Darko knew a dentist 10 meter from Kosovo‘s border. Tomorrow we‘d swim there and have Bojana‘s tooth looked at. The town we went to the next day possessed an ethnic Albanian majority and organized crime was everywhere.
There is one more sough of significant event that occurred to me during my stay on the Budva coast. Darko was extremely insistent one friend of his "read my palm." You guys just aren't going to believe this, and I can't be 100% certain because I only met this man who read my palm once, but I could swear it was Goran Hadzic (!) He was dressed like an old 1960s "hippie" with some old ripped blue jeans and old dirty T-shirttoo. He had long straggly hair but I( could never forget his tall drawn out thin pail nose and face. I did not want anyone to "read my palm" because as a staunch Orthodox Christian chick, it was against my religion to do have my palm read. But I gave in to Darko's persistence for this man to "read my palm." I really did not agree with much of which he told me, he took a long time to read my palm, like about for 45 minutes and I really wanted to go across the street swimming instead. But this man told me I had a "strong lifeline" on my palm. After that I never saw him again.
And I think he also gave me a business card; the same one that the BBS displays on their website of
"quantum energy practice/ alternative medicine," and I definitely remember the care bearing three Greek Letters "Alpha or Delta" like on the card (like a triangle, that letter. in the internet news media. I lost it a long time ago.
Before retiring for the evening I went for a small walk around the corner from the hotel to buy some snacks; there was a small store there. I never felt endangered at any time by anyone. During my stay in Montenegro I walked to the store myself almost daily buying drinks and other items I could enjoy privately in my room at night. I never noticed previously to that evening's walk just how many persons actually were vacationing from Western Europe in Budva the fall 2002 like me.
After promenading to the store, upon returning to the hotel, a German man sitting outside the hotel and speaking in broken English introduced himself. When I told him that I was from New Jersey in the United States he became extremely interested and warmly said he is pleased I was able to enjoy the area. I replied, "I was tired and needed to retire." Saying he understood he returned to his card game.
We had the usual dinner at which time Bojana was overcome with a terrible toothache. I told her I'd pay for the filling tomorrow; Darko knew a dentist ten meters from Kosovo‘s border. Tomorrow we‘d swim there and have Bojana‘s tooth looked at. The town we went to the next day possessed an ethnic Albanian majority and organized crime was everywhere.
We awoke early as to get Bojana to the dentist. This is actually where the Montenegrin bank had refused to exchange our money for Euros. Managing cash was difficult in Serbia and Montenegro owing to that the national currency in Serbia was still dinars and in Montenegro it was Euros. Most businessman preferred either Euros or American dollars, but one never knew which.
Upon parking, Darko led the way down the busy street towards the dentist who I remember being an ethnic Albanian man. Apparently, they visited this dentist previously and he was extremely friendly. Not at any time did any ethnic Albanians cause me, Darko or Bojana any problems because I was American and they were Serb. The dentist was going to take a while and since the bank would not exchange our American dollars for Euros, we could buy neither lunch nor anything else and we all possessed a ravenous hunger for lunch.
Ignoring Darko's warnings not to go wondering myself, I left the dentist office under the pretense of going for a walk while Bojana had her dental work completed. Before Darko could catch me I was gone. I walked up the main street about one mile and began asking people in English where I could exchange United States currency for Euros. I came upon a well dressed ethnic Albanian high school student, a girl speaking perfect English who told me to walk up the street about another half mile and when I see men selling the cigarettes outside on a bridge table, ask them to do the deed; I did.
The girl asked me about America saying her greatest wish was to study in New York City one day. When I told her about my experience at the New School for Social Research, being dismissed for my anti NATO views on the Kosovo war she replied to me, "maybe she was wrong about wanting to study in Manhattan."
I made my way to the table with about five ethnic Albanian men hanging about selling cigarettes and asked them in English if they could exchange money for me; they did. They were definitely organized crime. They took my wet cash, examined the bills, one man walked into an apartment building with my cash while I merely waited. He didn‘t rob me and returned with my Euros.
Surprisingly, I found everyone in both Serbia and Montenegro very honorable in their business dealings; even if those dealings are organized crime.
Upon receiving my Euros from the men, I walked away back to see if Bojana was through with the dentist; she was. I excitedly told Darko that I had successfully managed to exchange American dollars for Euros thinking he'd be pleased with me; he wasn't. Darko was always very protective of me. Instead of commending me he immediately got very angry; scolding me he said exchanging money illegally in the streets of Montenegro was both illegal and dangerous. You can't change the past so I diplomatically apologized and Darko soon forgot his anger I lieu of the fact that now we all could have lunch. Afterward, Darko brought us to a beautiful beach nearby. The majority of the sunbathers were ethnic Albanian and again no one harassed us based on our ethnicity. I tried pushing Darko into driving into Kosovo but he flatly refused. I found it interesting that the international news at this time was reporting that there were hundreds of thousands of homeless ethnic Albanians being ethnically cleansed to Albania, I did not see one ethnic Albanian or Roma homeless on the streets anywhere. All seemed normal only ten meters from the Kosovo border. After a day of swimming and partially nude sunbathing, we returned to the hotel.
Insofar as sequence of events, at this junction in time it was the last few days I spent in Montenegro; it's difficult now to remember the exact timeline of events. In other words, I remember visiting Old Town and Podgorica also in Montenegro but uncertain of which locations we visited firs
No matter how long it's been since our first unforgettable candy experience, there's only thing that matters now. Those candies are back. Those retro sweets are making their way to us again with perhaps tenfold the flavor, fun and satisfaction. Why? Because we yearned for them for so long and now that they're actually here, we just love them more. Yes, those Fried Eggs, Friendship Rings, Jelly Bean Love Hearts, Jelly Cherry Lips, Kola Kubes, Love Hearts, Hearts Dip, Parma Violets, Scented Satins, Space Dust, Strawberry & Cream Lollies and the rest of them are finally among us all over.
Remember those toffees, gums, jelly beans, licorice and sherbets? They'll be pretty much a part of lives again, if not for our own cravings, then probably for our children's. Years since childhood, we've probably even changed our views about these old-fashioned sweets and maybe there's enough reason to. With more health studies related to food, we just may find some interesting connections. For example, did you know sherbets, though not necessarily the candies, are actually helpful in treating gallstones? When combined with a specially designed diet for patients with gallstones, these fruity deserts have been found to promote wellness.
How great it must be to simply rely on those sherbet-based traditional sweets but in this case, we mean sherbets freshly made from fruits. But even when they come fresh, they don't necessarily create significant results unless taken with the right food regimen. Part of a gallstone diet will definitely include restriction of fat and cholesterol because these are the main causes of the condition. Carbohydrates are allowed but it's important to know which ones are good and which aren't. Cereals, rice and other whole grains are recommended while anything enriched such as white bread should be avoided.
Protein will still remain to be an important dietary requirement even for someone with gallstones. However, the protein source of choice will definitely matter. Chicken, pork and beef may be allowed but definitely without the fat no matter how tempting. This also means making wise choices in the ways to cook the meat. Fried won't do, but steamed or grilled will.
Fruits and vegetables are highly recommended but will usually work best when eaten raw. This way, they remain rich in water soluble fiber which works to flush out toxins from the body. One may get uncomfortable at first when trips to the toilet start becoming more and more frequent. However, it will be easy to adjust when things normalize.
A person with gallstones may have to forgo of that passion for whole milk and settle for fat free instead. Whole cheese should also be avoided. Any other drinks will do as long as one still gets to drink more water than anything else. And as for deserts, sherbets are king. Non-fat yogurts are also great as any fruit juice. Even if sherbet traditional sweets may not find their way in this diet, sherbet desserts always will.
Long years since our Sour Pips, Space Dust - Strawberry, Spearmint Pips, Strawberry Flyers and and those other sherbet candies, we still long for them but with a healthier perspective. While our kids can enjoy them as sherbet sweets, we can always start looking for recipes and make ourselves those fresh and refreshing fruity desserts with or without gallstones.
CHAPTER 1
Westside Campgrounds. 01:23 p.m. 20/02/08
"GET DOWN!" he shouted.
I ducked, just as the box exploded.
Everything was quiet except for the bits of cardboard landing on the floor.
"Tammy! Are you all right!" he was shouting so loud my ear throbbed. I tuned my ear piece down.
"Yeah I'm fine."
"Get out of there now! They know you're in there!"
I froze and stood up. I bolted towards the door.
"Where do you think you're going sweetie?" I whirled around. A woman was standing there. Red lipstick high heeled boots. Full on skank.
Before I could comprehend she tossed something at me. On instinct I ducked. I found out she just threw a knife at me. She leaped at me. I let her land on me for just a moment before throwing her back onto the floor and punched her in the face. Blood leaked from her lip.
She snarled at me. "You'll pay for that one witch!"
She kicked at me. I ducked and hit her in the stomach she doubled over.
It was hard fighting like this. The place was willed with wood splinters everywhere, the debris the explosion had left behind.
She screamed and punched me in the jaw. I grabbed her by the hair and hurled her toward the door. I pulled out my shock gun and fired at her. She dropped down stunned. I wasn't yet of legal age to kill people, so the company gave me this instead.
"Where do I go?" I said into my speaker phone.
"There should be a door at your left." I bolted for it before any other unexpected people showed up.
It lead into a long corridor. "Count five doors down on your right and go through the sixth one." I ran.
One
Two
Three
Four
Five...
Six!
I tried to open it but it wouldn't budge.
"It's locked!"
"Damn." Mark cursed. "Hold on."
I heard footsteps above me and some coming down the stairs.
"Hurry!" I hissed.
"Okay, okay.. Try now!"
It opened with ease. "You really gotta tell me how you do that." I muttered.
He chuckled, "In due time."
The door lead into yet another corridor.
I stopped and a dead end.
"Now what?"
"Ok, look down, there should be a vent our something."
I looked and unscrewed it. Crawling inside, I could hear the guards approaching.
"Where to now?" I looked left and right, not sure which path to take.
"Right. Keep going and you should see a light. "
I crawled. It was filthy down here. But soon, after much crawling on my hands and knees I saw it.
"Yup, I'm there now Mark, what else do I do?"
"Ok unscrew the bolts. There shouldn't be anyone in that room."
I stepped out into the room. It was the janitors closet. I saw a white work suit and I pulled it on and tied my hair back. I grabbed the cart, opened the door and stepped outside.
No one gave me a second look. I kept going straight. I saw the front door, but not before I saw him myself. The head honcho himself. Kyle Smith. That man was responsible for many scams and traded weapons to our enemies. He was dangerous.
I "accidentally" bumped into him while grabbing, a memory stick outside his pocket. Mark said it would be there. I'm only glad he was right.
Smith stopped me and gave me one of his charming smiles, "Do I know you?"
I shook my head.
"There she is! Don't let her get away!"
I looked behind me and at that instant, hands encircled me and Smith tied my wrists together. I cursed. I shouldn't have let my guard down for a second. He plucked the memory stick from my hand.
"Hasn't anyone ever told you that stealing is bad?"
I said something very unholy to him.
His eyebrows rose in surprise, "tsk, tsk, tsk, such language from a lady."
One of his guards came behind me and grabbed my hands.
"Why are you here?"
I kept my lips sealed.
"Tell me, and I might just let you go."
"Go to hell." I spat at him. I whipped my head back then forward, head butting the guy behind me. I kicked Smith in his, "you-know-wheres" he doubled over. I grabbed the memory stick from his hands.
"Get her!" Smith yelled. I ran. The doors just meters away. I would make it.
Biting the tape that tied my hands, I wrestled free. The guards were just behind me now. I pulled the device strapped to my leg and slammed it on the door on my way out. This place was secluded; it was in an urban area.
"Mark! Where's the helicopter?"
Soon enough, a black helicopter was descending down. I ran across the field. Bullets were fired around me. I had 6 seconds before the bomb exploded.
Five.
I ran.
Four.
More bullets.
Three.
I could hear their shouts and footsteps as they ran after me.
Two.
The helicopter was just with in my reach. With all my might I threw the memory stick at them. The man outside caught it.
One.
I jumped.
A deafening explosion filled the land.
I would make it. If only I could make it. The bottom rail of the helicopter was in my grasp. But the force from the explosion made me miss it by just a bit. My heart sank. But then an arm lashed out and grabbed me roughly by the arm and pulled me up. I was safe. The danger was over.
Mark sat across me sweating.
"Well there's a first for ya!"
I rolled my eyes. No matter how tense it was, trust Mark to say something to lighten up.
I was breathing heavily.
The guy held the memory stick and placed it in a silver case.
"Good work Agent."
I nodded. Then closed my eyes and went to sleep....
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HQ 05:00 a.m. 21/02/08
"Wake up! Wake up! You don't want to miss your first day at school!"
I groaned. My body ached from yesterday's hard work. I sat up. I was in my chambers again. I sighed. I had forgotten about that.
I got up and dressed.
Mark popped his head in once I had finished.
"Vandike, wants to see you now."
I nodded.
Vandike, was the head of this HQ in this area. He was very admirable. I didn't dare ask for his age but I'd say somewhere around late forties...
"Miss Osborne . You are aware that you have a mission today?"
I nodded.
"I must warn you; this is different from all your other ones. You will be enrolling into Elenore High School. There, you will come in contact of a boy named Jack Peyton." He tossed a profile to me. I opened it. Jack definitely had classic good looks. Broad shoulders, sandy blond hair and brown eyes. A girl could get used to a guy like him hanging around.
"He's the son of one of our enemy companies. He goes to the school you will be attending. Your job is to get close to him, get him to unravel his secrets. If you get close enough you can try to get into his dad's office, plant a bug in there and then get out. Your mission will not end immediately after that. You will be expected to keep tabs on the boy. If you leave straight after, it will arouse some suspicions. This will take time, but I'm sure you'll do fine."
He reached inside the drawer of his desk and pulled out a platinum watch and handed it to me. "Once you see him press the side red button to alert us. You think you can handle this?"
I nodded.
"Excellent."
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Elenore High School 08:00 a.m. 21/02/08
I strolled up the steps. I have been to a school before, but I have never been at one like this. It was a bit intimidating; it was like your average school. The cheerleaders were cheering near the front gates and the jocks were sitting on the bench not far from them.
They looked at me. I looked away. None of them were Jack Peyton. Where was he?
People kept looking at me as I passed. I bit my lip self-consciously but kept walking.
As I was walking I accidentally bumped into a cheerleader. I could tell by her uniform. A group of other girls were behind her. Curly blond hair, blue eyes, definitely.
"Excuse me! Watch where you're going."
"Sorry. I'm new here do you know where I could find the Principal's office?"
"Um, I did I give you permission to speak to me? What do I look like? The help?"
I realized everyone was looking at us. Wow, major attention.
Another girl came up to me. She definitely wasn't a cheerleader. I could tell by the way she looked at her.
"Leave her alone Brittney."
"Awww, made friends with the social reject already? That's so sweet."
"I'll show you how sweet your blood tastes if you don't shut-up." I said.
"Tsk, tsk, violence will get you nowhere new girl. Raise a hand against me and I'll make my daddy sue your parents so hard, you'll be picking up litter as a hobby. Bye-bye to your social life. "
I blinked, "You know you look like a girl daddy's little girl. You know, one of those snobby stuck up ones who think the moon is made up of cheese. Let me guess. You ask ‘daddy' to buy you anything and everything, someone who has the brain of an ant, someone who's so intellectually demented that they don't know when they've crossed the line. But she'll still be a skank at the end of the day" One of her friends sniggered. I saw the girl shoot her an irritated look.
That shut her up.
She flipped her hair, "I don't think the moon is made up of cheese, but I do know that you are soooo way in over your head new girl. Let me make this clear, you don't talk to me, don't look at me you stay away from me? Okay?"
I smiled a fake smile at her, "Of course." And with that final note I punched her in the face. Hard. Everyone gasped. She doubled over.
"Now let me make myself clear ‘Barbie'. If you insult me again, I'll break more than your nose next time. Bring up my family again in any conversation, and you're dead."
Just then the principal strolled down the hall way.
"What just happened here!" he bellowed.
Brittney struggled to get up she pointed a finger at me, "She's.... she hit me!.. She's dangerous."
He looked at me, "Is this true?"
"Yes sir it is." I looked at Britney whose eye was starting to swell. To my delight she flinched. "And I'd do it all again."
"I see. After homeroom, come to my office. Miss Clark, I'll send the nurse down to you."
The girl next to me exhaled heavily, "You sure do know how to make a statement."
I smiled in spite of myself, "One of my many talents."
"I'm Ruth." She said as she extended her hand.
I shook it, "Tammy Osborne."
She smiled, "Welcome to Elenore High."
I looked around. Most people had cleared away.
"You know where your homeroom is?" she asked.
"Nope."
"Let's see your form." She took it from my hands. "Hmm... looks like you're with me. Come on then."
Just as I turned. I saw him grinning in the darkness leaning casually against the lockers. He nodded in acknowledgement. I had just found the son of the devil.
Jack Peyton.
I was supposed to get to know him, to even date him if necessary. From the way he looks; sandy blonde hair, brown eyes. Schools, eligible bachelor, a girl could really get used to that guy hanging around. But I wasn't just any girl, I was a spy. "His type" was the one I hated the most. But with a guy like him around, a girl could fall in love.....
I pressed the red button on my watch. I wouldn't get side tracked. He was my target, nothing more.
Jack Peyton.
Run as fast as you can.....
Chapter 2
8:35 homeroom, Elenore High. 21/02/08
"So, tell me about your parents." Ruth asked.
I shrugged, "Nothing much to tell, they're dead."
"I'm so sorry."
"Don't be. I can't remember them anyways."
"How....how did they..?"
"Car crash."
"Miss Osborne, the principal would like to see you now." The teacher called.
I gave Ruth a smile, "Got to go now."
I walked out of the classroom, fully aware of gazes boring into my back.
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8:36 Principal's office, Elenore High. 21/02/08
"Have a seat Miss Osborne."
I sat.
"I don't like to beat around the bush so I'll get straight to the point. I take it you know Vandike?"
I froze, "I do not know what you are talking about."
"Don't play dumb with me Miss Osborne. I know who you are and why you are here. You were sent here to, ‘play nice with my son' were you not?"
"Your son?"
"Jack."
I shot up, "You're Mr. Peyton?"
The Principal chuckled, "Vandike, has given me a number of nicknames. But that's a first for me... Let's just say, he and I are old... acquaintances. We worked on a number of cases together. One included the ‘Peyton' robbings, I take it he thinks that I've stolen something of his, and therefore named me and my son Peyton. I always knew that Vandike was ambitious, but I never thought he didn't have loyalty."
"Why are you telling me all of this?"
He cocked his head, "From the way you....'entered' the school this morning, I saw something that I hadn't seen in a long time. I can't exactly name it, but the fire, the loneliness, and the fierce loyalty reminds me of someone.... There are many crooked agents out there, and I think that you could be the agent to set things right. You should re-think your current situation; I am not the enemy Miss Osborne."
"Why should I believe anything you say?"
"I know how Vandike works. When I was working with him, he started talk about recruiting... orphans. Children that had no parents, so that they would have no suspicions on them. Do you have parents Miss Osborne?"
"Not anymore."
He nodded as if he knew, "You were taken as a baby. Vandike raised you as his own. From a young age, I would suspect he was already training you, brainwashing you."
"NEVER!" I shouted, "I am complete and in full control of myself. There are others!" I hissed.
He froze, "Others?"
"Yes! Other....people that work for him. They're the only family I know. There are other....other agents there as well!"
He stalked over to me and grabbed me by my arms, "You must get them out of there now. Vandike is dangerous, he is absolutely lethal. He thinks I've stolen something from him, but it was never in his possession in the first place. The thing he seeks is very dangerous, and could harm you and the others. I am not the enemy here Miss Osborne, he is. Why do you think I am in charge of this school? I don't know if he's told you, but most of the students here are students whose parents couldn't care less about what happened to them. I became principal here, so that he couldn't take what wasn't his!"
I became limp. Is what he says true?
"What's your real name then?"
He hesitated, "Timothy Sanders."
"Your son?" I urged.
"I cannot tell you more about him, until I know you are fully on my side Miss Osborne. I'm sure even you could understand that."
"I understand clearly. Mr.....Sanders, and I would like for you to also understand, that until I know more about you," I pointed a finger at him, "you should be able to see the... the complications I am going through."
He let go of me, "I understand Miss Osborne. But let me warn you first about Vandike. Do not tell him of what we talked about today, until he is stopped, you're just going to have to trust my word."
"Of course Mr. Sanders. I understand perfectly."
"Do I have your word not to tell Vandike about this meeting?"
"You have my word. Spy's honor."
"Very well then, thank you, you should be getting to class now."
I walked to wards the door.
"Oh, and Miss Osborne?"
I turned around, "Yes?"
"Try to keep my student's faces in one piece. No matter how irritating they can be."
I had to smile at that one, "Of course sir."
I walked out of the principal's office with my head full of doubts. Who could I trust? More importantly, who was the real enemy here?
I bumped into somebody on my way out, "Sorry," I mumbled.
"Hey, you're the girl who punched cheerleader Brittney aren't you?"
I looked up and saw sandy blond hair.
Jack.
"Um, yes?"
"Not bad, I do a bit of martial arts myself."
"Interesting...."
A smile lit on his face, "Very."
Before warning, his fist came out of nowhere and I ducked instinctively. I kicked him in the stomach but he quickly twisted away. I punched, he ducked. He kicked, I twirled. We came to a draw. I couldn't move without him attacking, and he couldn't move without me attacking. Jack dropped out of his fighting stance.
"Not bad...not bad at all...." His eyes raked me, "it's nice knowing that all girls aren't the same. I'll.... See you around..." he turned and walked back down the corridor whistling tunelessly.
I was shocked and amazed at the same time.
Jack Peyton....Jack Sanders, if he really was the principal's son. Was he in on it? Or just an innocent pawn in a deadly game of chess?
I turned and went back to homeroom.
School passed by without anything special. The cheerleaders(Brittney) stayed clear of my path and I stayed clear of theirs. Life seemed simple.
Until lunch came.
I was sitting down with Ruth at a table. I was fully aware of everyone starring at me, but didn't bother to take notice on it.
"Tammy! Hey Tammy!" I recognized that voice.
I turned around.
Mark.
What was he doing here? He wasn't supposed to be....
"Hey Tammy." He said as he stopped at my table.
"Mark," I hissed, "What are you doing here?"
Everyone was looking this way now. Embarrassing.
I smiled weakly at Ruth, "Excuse us."
Everyone's eyes were glued to us as I pulled him out of the cafeteria's doors.
"Would everyone mind their own damned business?" I snapped. Eyes darted in all directions. All except Jack's. His eyes narrowed at me.
I hurled Mark against the wall, "What. Do. You. Think. You're. Doing?" I said against gritted teeth.
Mark blinked, "I think I'm supposed to be helping you with this mission."
"Vandike sent you didn't he?" I griped is collar harder, "Didn't he!?"
"Yes, ok, ok, he did, but sheesh Tammy, you don't have to take it out on my shirt."
"Why did he send you?" I hissed.
"What do you mea- ow! Ow! Ow!" he said as I pinched his skin. "I didn't know you were this violent. Vandike thought you might need some help. Ok? By the way, I need to tell you where you'll be staying for this mission. Your address is 42 Lola street. You have an apartment at Marquiette Hotel. Room 1127 floor 14, here's the key. Look I'll stay out of your hair ok?"
I took the key. It wasn't like Vandike to forget to tell me something, but I could always use the extra help. I released him, "Never mind my hair. Things have changed."
Mark, now rubbing his crinkled shirt, "Tammy, you've only been here for like what? One day? And things have already changed?"
I rubbed my forehead, "Yes.... Mark, do you have any parents?"
His forehead crinkled, "Of course. They live in London now. But they send me emails every week."
I breathed out slowly. Then that means, what Mr. Sanders told me wasn't true, Vandike wasn't recruiting orphans... but that didn't necessarily make it false either. "Listen Mark, I can't explain this properly, but, today, I was sent to the principal's office and I-"
"On your first day too? Can't you keep your hands to yourself for one day Tammy?"
I smiled, "Apparently, no. This school is different, anyway, it turns out, Jack Peyton, may not be a Jack Peyton after all. Even his father's name is fake!"
Mark moved closer to me, "What are you talking about, Tammy? I mean, heck, it's only been, what? 4 hours since you were supposed to arrive here, and you think you've finished cracking the case?"
"I was sent to the Principals office. And there, we had, a... very long talk. But anyway, I found out that... that Vandike, may not be all that he seems. He's after something, something dangerous. Mr. Sander's has it, he told me.... Not to tell Vandike about what he said. So don't tell him ok? Don't tell him until I have this whole thing sorted out. He said that me, you, the others are in danger of Vandike, like, he'll do something to us and I-"
"And what Tammy? You believe him? For crying out loud, he isn't called the enemy for nothing! He WILL lie to you. You can't believe everything he says!"
"But I cannot ignore it either. Something's going on Mark, something that...something big. I'm not sure who I can trust anymore."
Mark sighed and pulled me into his arms. Mark was a muscular guy with curly red hair and freckles on his face. Also, my dearest friend. He was there for me ever since I could remember. I could trust him....
He kissed the top of my head, "Everything will be alright little sister."
"Whatever you say big brother." We both chuckled.
"Am I interrupting something?"
We sprang apart instantly. I turned around.
"What do you want Jack?"
"Jack? Mmm.... I don't recall telling you my name.... Word about me must get along fast." He smirked.
Mark looked back and forth from me to him, "I'll uh," he cleared his throat, "I'll go tell the Principal your new address... See you later then Tammy..."
I nodded.
Jack leaned against the wall, "I take it you're taken then?"
"Taken?"
"Unavailable?"
"I'm talking to you right now aren't I?"
He chuckled, "You know, for a girl who has fast fists, her brain's pretty slow. Are you dating him?"
This idea was so ridiculous I had to laugh. I mean Me? Dating MARK? Sure he was my closest friend, but definitely not boyfriend material. Well, for me anyway.
"Let me in on the Joke?"
"Just the thought that you-!" more giggles, "Think that..that- I'm dating Mark!"
Jack looked thoughtful, "You're pretty when you laugh."
That stopped my laughter immediately.
"So I take it you're not dating....Mark?"
"You wish." I shot back.
"Temper..temper... and actually that would be the last thing in the world for me to wish. For it now means you can have dinner with me tonight."
"Dinner? Tonight? With you?"
He sighed again, "Do you have hearing problems?" I spluttered for a quick reply, "Or maybe, you're just so flattered that I asked you."
I grimaced, "Hardly."
"Oh well, a guy can dream."
"Infatuated with the new girl already Jack?" I asked him.
He rubbed his chin, "Infatuation? I intend it to last longer than that."
"Don't you think this is a bit....fast? I mean, I've only just got here today. I only just met you, I'm just an ordinary new girl."
He stepped closer to me. I wanted to run, but felt that I couldn't. His warm brown eyes held me in his gaze. His finger skimmed down the side of my neck and leaned in closer to me. Jack bent down closer to my ear, "All the things you said would be true...but I'll just bet you're anything but an ordinary girl aren't you Tammy Osborne?"
I almost closed my eyes....
"I'll pick you up at seven then." My eyes snapped open and he was already walking away. "Don't worry I'll get your address, after all my dad's the principal isn't he. I'll look forward to it...Tammy."
I stared wordlessly after him.
Jack Peyton?
Jack Sanders?
Son of the devil?
Or
Son of an angel?
Just who is he?
Who can I trust? Who is the enemy?
This wasn't going to end well....
"Explain to me why we are doing this again?"
"Because, Paul, I want my friends to stop mocking me." I said while adjusted my earring.
"About what?!"
I sighed, "Look, I'm 18 and I still haven't had my first REAL kiss. I just want to...experience it. I mean, it's kind of hard to kiss a human guy without your fangs getting in the way, so that's why I want you to get all of you vampire friends and recommend me for a date," I turned to him, "please get some guys that aren't... well jerks like Mike Drustan... I mean although I want to lose my lip virginity, I'm not going to give this special experience away to some jerk who can't tell the difference of a Tony Award and Tony Hawk. Ok?"
Paul sighed and ran a hand through his thick hair. Paul was handsome with his dark looks and mesmerizing eyes. I should find somebody for him someday... I'd really like to see him with someone for a change. But besides all that, me and Paul have been best friends forever.
He was a vampire too. So it was easy to be myself with him. No secrets. Since we were in pre-school he's always looked out for me and even though we went to separate High-schools he still kept in touch with me
An idea came to me, "I've got it!"
"What? A life that doesn't concern your friend's opinions so much?"
"Har, har, Paul, yes you're very funny. I meant an idea to find the perfect guy."
He waited.
"Speed dating!"
His mouth dropped.
"So I want you to round up all the eligible vamp guys you can think of."
"I still don't see why it's so important," Paul said.
"You don't have to," I shot back, "just please, do me this one favor?"
He deliberated a bit and then gave in, "Fine..."
"Thank you!" I squealed.
"Yeah...whatever, just make sure that you're ready and dressed by 4:00. I'll meet you at my dad's restaurant."
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I said as I hugged him.
I met him exactly at 4:00 at his dad's dinner.
"Ok, looks like the guys are ready, sit down and, hopefully you'll find the guy you're looking for."
I settled in the booth.
The first guy came through and sat down. I could just see the tips of his fangs. He had big glasses, one that kept slipping down his nose and braces.
‘never judge a book by it's cover,' I said in my head, ‘never judge a book by it's cover,'
"Hi!" guy number 1 snorted. Then sneezed into his hand. WITHOUT a hankie may I just add and then, ick, offered the SAME hand to shake mine.
"NEXT!" I yelled. The timer was barely past 20 seconds.
Guy number two looked ordinary enough.
"Hello." I said offering my hand, BEFORE he had the chance to sneeze into it.
"Hi,"
I opened my mouth to speak, but was cut off.
"So, what's your favorite hobby? I mean, mines playing runescape online and after classes I work at the city library. And, you know what really bugs me the most?"
I opened my mouth to speak...-
"Newbies! I mean, they're new people to the job. But they don't even know the difference between a...."
Blah, blah, blah, blah, that's all I could hear coming out of his mouth. Did this guy ever stop talking?
"...And like, you know how there are some book series right? People take them off the shelf to look at them but don't even put them in the right order so it goes book number one, two, three, SIX then four...."
Was this guy serious? I didn't even do that.
The timer rang. Five minutes? I've been- well HE'S been talking for FIVE WHOLE MINUTES? It seemed more like an hour.
"So..." he finally stopped, "Want to go out on Saturday night? I've got a 10:00 curfew, but you know, I never really got the point of curfew, I mean it just limits us..."
I groaned inwardly, there he goes again.
"NEXT!" I screamed.
Guy number three came forward. He looked really hot, blonde, blue eyes. All American guy.
"Hey, I'm Jon."
I offered him my nicest of nice smiles.
"I'm Kylie. So... tell me a bit about yourself."
"I like swimming."
I waited for some more info. And waited.. -_-
"And..." I prompted.
He shrugged, "That's it I guess."
"Umm..." I fumbled for some more questions, please, don't let this guy be another Mike Drustan I prayed, he had the looks, now I want to see if he's got the brains, "What's your idea of a date?"
"Well, you know, we could go swimming, then eat dinner near the pool, then watch this awesome movie, Seabiscuit."
Definitely another Mike Drustan, a guy who has hair spray where his brain should be. He leaned towards me and smiled a toothy smile, showing me his full extended fangs.
"You do know that's about a horse right?" I said.
He looked confused, "A...seahorse?"
"NEXT!" not even 3 minutes.
Paul came out, "That's it."
I stared at him.
He shifted uncomfortably, "Um...Kylie..you going to say-"
"THREE IDOTS WAS THE BEST YOU COULD DO!?"
"Um...well, you did say three vampires and I-"
"Forget it." I said as I stormed out.
"Come on, wasn't there one you liked?"
"No. Idiot number 1 sneezed into his hand then offered it to me. Idiot number 2 kept talking until my ears bled and Idiot number 3 had a disturbing infatuation with a swimming pool. I think he swallowed too much chlorine, that it affected his brain."
"Awww, come on Kylie don't be mean."
"Just forget it. I'm not going to get my first REAL kiss with someone special until I'm married. If I even DATE first!"
"Don't be too hard on yourself. The guy who will worship every step you take could be closer than you think."
I choked a laugh, "Yeah... as long as he's a vampire too. Otherwise I might accidentally bite his tongue again."
Later that night after dinner the door bell rang.
"I'll get it." I yelled to Paul.
"Kay!"
I opened the door and saw a cute guy standing on my doorstep.
"Hello, my name is James," he took my hand and kissed it. I blushed furiously. "And you must be Kylie. Is Paul here?"
"Um...er..yes..hold on..."
I ran to Paul's study.
"There's a guy there, he wants to talk to you."
"I'm coming," he said as he got out of his chair.
"Hey Tom, how are you doing?"
"Pretty good." He looked at me, "mind if I talk to you in the other room?"
"Sure." The two guys went Paul's study to talk.
I poured some drinks for them and went to give it to them. When I just got outside of the door, I heard a gasp.
"Really? Kylie does?" Was that Tom?
I paused and leaned against the door. They were talking about me?
"Yes..it's an unfortunate trait that runs through her family. Once you kiss her, she practically slobbers on you. I mean, I wouldn't know from experience but her last boyfriend....well we had a man, to man conversation. Apparently she jumps to conclusion. One kiss, and it's like she'll want to marry you or something. That's why her last boyfriend dumped her. Mike Drustan." PAUL?
That was a lie. Completely and utterly a lie.
I dropped the drinks in shock.
"I'm sure she has a great personality...but..." Tom hesitated.
"No worries man, I just want to make sure you know what you're getting into first."
"Yeah... I guess I should get going then..."
"Bye."
I quickly gathered the cups and as Tom came out I hid behind a pot plant.
"You know your way out?"
"Yup. See you."
As soon as I heard the door close behind Tom, Paul turned around. He flinched in shock. He looked embarrassed to see me there. "Hey Kylie."
"HEY KYLIE? HEY KYLIE? THAT'S ALL YOU'VE GOT TO SAY TO ME?!" I felt my fangs extending in rage.
"How.... How..much...did you hear-?"
"ALL OF IT!" I hissed, I hurled a glass cup at his head. From years of experience he ducked. "HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME!? I TRUSTED YOU! ARE YOU THE REASON WHY EVERY VAMP GUY HAS BEEN AVOIDING ME?"
"Well.." he started... I hurled the next glass at him. Which he ducked. Again.
"SLOBBERS? MARRIAGE? JUST WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TO SAY THINGS ABOUT ME LIKE THAT! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE MY FRIEND! AND UNLESS YOU'VE FORGOTTEN, I BROKE UP WITH MIKE DRUSTAN, NOT THE OTHER WAY ROUND!" I screeched.
"Kylie, you have to understand....-"
"UNDERSTAND WHAT? THAT YOU OF ALL PEOPLE, MY BEST FRIEND WOULD BETRAY ME LIKE THAT? HOW COULD YOU!?"
"How could I? HOW COULD I?" Paul was raising his voice now. HIS fangs were growing now.
"YES, PAUL, HOW COULD YOU. YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE MY FRIEND!" I stopped, we were breathing heavily at each other. Something was nagging at my mind. I gasped when I realized what it was.
"And at the dinner... YOU SET ME UP WITH THOSE...THOSE....THREE JERKHEADS?"
"YES, KYLIE IT WAS, I DID IT FOR YOUR OWN GOOD!"
"HA! OH YEAH, THAT'S REALLY HILARIOUS. you, KNOW WHAT'S BEST, FOR me? WHAT I WANT TO KNOW IS WHY. WHY DID YOU DO IT?"
Paul ran his fingers through his hair, frustrated, "BECAUSE I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU DAMMIT!"
I froze. A few seconds went by....
"Love?" I whispered. All the anger in me... just suddenly vanished.
"YES, I LOVE YOU OK? I ALWAYS HAVE EVER SINCE THAT TIME WHEN YOU WERE 13 AND SPILT THAT CHOCOLATE SAUCE ON ME AT MY BIRTHDAY. I'VE LOVED YOU EVEN WHEN YOU STARTED TO DATE THAT JERK MIKE DRUSTAN. I'VE ALWAYS LOVED YOU AND EVER SINCE YOU BROKE UP WITH HIM, I VOWED THAT ONE DAY I WOULD HAVE YOU, AND SINCE THEN I'D MAKE OTHER GUYS STAY AWAY FROM YOU!"
"You didn't have the right!"
"No. Perhaps I didn't," his voice was softer now. "But I guess that's where the saying ‘Love makes people do crazy things."
The words sunk in..."But...but you never said anything!"
"No. I only gave you a million hints and implied it a million times idiot."
"Don't call me an idiot!"
"What does the phrase, the guy who will worship every step you take could be closer than you think mean?"
I spluttered. It was just...how could I have not seen it?
Paul's face closed off, "I ah... I didn't think the thought of me being your boyfriend would be so distasteful... I'll stay out of your life from now on. "He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small address book and slapped it into my hand. "There should be at least one guy in there that should be to your taste."
"Paul I..." but he didn't seem to hear me. He opened the door and walked out of my apartment.
Away from me...
Did I really love Paul the whole time?
I went to my bedroom and sat on my bed.
The tears began to fall.
Was it true? All my life did he really love me?
Did I love him?
I cried myself to sleep.
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The next morning the phone rang.
I looked at the clock it was 9 a.m. "Hello?" I murmured.
"Hey, is this Kylie?"
I sat up and cleared my throat, "It is."
"This is Tom, listen um, Paul came to my apartment last night... and did you two get into a fight? I mean I know it's none of my business, but I really hate to see him like this... and um..he told me what happened. After I...erm left."
I sighed, "I won't be able to make him feel better Tom, he hates me now."
"Actually.." he began, "I think he loves you...I KNOW he loves you. Do you love him?"
"Ummm....I...I don't know!"
"Think Kylie, please, he told me he was flying back to London to live his parents now."
I sat up straight, "He did?"
"Yes Kylie, and if you...if you still want him, I'd get over here as soon as possible because his flight is at 1:00 p.m. Here's the address..."
He gave it to me.
"Yes, I'll go over there right away."
"Ok...I've got some errands to run, and hopefully, that will give you enough privacy..."
I smiled, "Thanks Tom."
"Anything for a friend. And by the way... the things Paul said to me about you yesterday...that wasn't...I mean...you...-"
"NO Tom."
He sighed with relief, "Ok, good then. Good luck."
I hung up.
Did I love Paul? The thought of him leaving, tore me apart. Maybe I had always loved him, but he was just so close all the time, I never really noticed. I loved him. It rang clear and true in my head.
I had to go tell him.
I reached Tom's apartment at 10:00 a.m. just as I saw Tom leaving.
"Good luck." He whispered.
"Thanks," I whispered back.
I knocked on the door. I heard footsteps.
Paul opened it. He looked so tired. His hair was tousled and his eyes so sleepy. He was even shirtless. I never realized how muscular or broad his chest was until now...
I didn't know what to say, I didn't think about what I'd say, I was just so intent on talking to him first.
"Um...hi..."
His eyes showed no recognition.
The silence stretched on between us..."I love you!" I blurted. Better to get to the point than to beat around the bush.
Still no emotion.
"No you don't. You hate me." He said.
"I LOVE YOU PAUL! Why do you have to be so stubborn?"
"I guess the people I hang around must have influenced my behavior."
"Oh! Fine then, I guess there's only one way to prove it to you!" I grabbed him by the ears and kissed him. On the lips. For all to see. In front of the neighbor walking the dog, in front of the girls on the way to school.
But I didn't care.
I felt my fangs extending and our mouths became crowded. Paul responded instantly and dragged me into the apartment. He backed me up against the wall and let go for some air.
He pressed his forehead against mine, his fangs white against his tanned skin, "Are you punishing me? Is this a punishment?"
"No Paul it's not. I love you."
He was kissing my neck now careful not to poke me. "Then it's a dream, it must be a dream."
"No Paul, it isn't a dream."
"But... you won't know how many times I've dreamt of this moment, how hard I've wished for it."
He dragged me to the couch and set me on top of him and held me close. But still he kept kissing my hair.
"When did you know?" he asked.
"I think...I think I knew all along."
More kisses, "You did?"
I nodded.
"I love you Kylie."
"Thank you."
"Say it..." he growled.
I laughed and turned so I faced him. "Ok, ok. I love you Paul."
"That's all I wanted to hear..."
He began kissing me again and I knew it would be sometime before we stopped.....
The End.
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hey sup srry i have not written anything in a while im just very busy lately i am so tired and nothing really makes sense anymore i wish it would but it doesn't so i just got to deal with it im babysitting alot i babysit my sister and the kids next door while the rest of my family and friends go out doing stupid things lol but other than that life is good haha
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Do you know how much proteins are required daily? About 60 grams of proteins are required for an adult everyday. Daily protein requirement for kids is about 0.5 grams per pound of body weight. Now you must be thinking about what are the good sources of proteins? There are a number of foods that are rich in proteins, such as dairy products, fish and seafood, meat, nuts and seeds, eggs, legumes, beans, soya products and cereals such as rice, oats and wheat.
Most animal foods including eggs, poultry, meat fish, milk and cheese provide complete proteins that consist of all the essential amino acids. Dairy products such as milk, yogurt, cream and cheese are the rich sources of proteins. They also provide calcium and essential vitamins. Eggs are the richest source of complete proteins. Meat contains a significant amount of proteins. Beans are the best source of proteins for the vegetarians. Legumes and nuts such as cashews, almonds, lima beans, lentils, red kidney beans and tofu are also rich in proteins.
Ryan is moving in with us it is gonna be hell i dont hate him and i dont dislike him even tho he broke my arm on monday but he just loves to pick on me it is sooo annoying but there is nothing i can do about it well he is moving in wit us cuz him and my bro are bff's and they love hanging out and ryan is just trying to escape his house and his family OMG! its gonna be like i have 2 brothers again i can barely stand one brother not alone another one i had 2 but the other one died so i only have one but now its gonna be like i have 2 its gonna killl me! ugh
In ancient times we used to have joint families; however, present age is of nuclear families and in future we will have no families. How do you comprehend these concepts?"
My grandfather loved to be with a wonderful family that included grandparents, uncles, cousins, nieces, nephews, all these being a wonderful string of closely-knit family units formed with parents and loving sibling! As my father is a short-tempered person, he preferred to live separately, away from the hierarchical and dominating family.
That may be the reason I feel thrown away into the vast world, lonely and psyched out while socializing. How long these concepts to be alone being beneficial to be on one's own take us away from the nuclear family? Are not we losing a sense of belonging for each other?
Color psychology is something that interests the young and the old. Researchers and scientists believe, color psychology to an extent tells about the nature of an individual. Color is interprets the mood and expresses the feelings of a person. Here I have listed the characteristics of a few colors.
Yellow is the color for brightness, happiness and confidence. The color yellow is also the sign of faith and optimism.
Pink is the color of romance and affection. Pink is associated with women and told to be a sexy color.
A person who loves brown color is said to be a stable and strong. He is a family man and cares for his loved ones.
Orange is a vibrant color, which reflects energy and alertness. This color reflects warmth and joy.
The color of passion is red. It is known as a sexual color and it is attracts the opposite sex. Red is also the color of danger and courage.
Terms such as simplicity, calmness and purity are associated with color white.
If a person loves the color blue or the shades of the color blue, he said to be a calm and wise person. Blue is a soothing color and describes the harmony and devotion.
Green is the symbol of prosperity and growth.
Purple or lavender shade is used in psychic healing. This shade is associated with magical powers and meditation.
Now the color black reflects the negativity and submission. Some say, black is associated with evil. However, one of the sexiest colors in vogue today is black.
Did you know the popular color for foods are green, brown and red? The color, which is avoided in food, is blue. It reminds one of stale food. Each and every color has meaning of its own meaning. Colors are associated with one's feeling and emotions. On a gloomy day, even if there is sunshine for even for a while don't we all say, " It feels good". Hence colors have meaning.
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Song of The Shattered Soul
the ash tray begins to fill with cigarette butts as the page lays empty
how can i forget what you said?
how can i begin to forget your face?
but memories flood back instead
how could we let the argument grow out of control?
when everything was calm and collected
and to this very day i wish you were mine to hold
i still wish i felt that warmth we felt
the only thing that soothes my mind, my body and still shattered soul
is the music that hits right at home
i can't stand the echoing silence anymore
i become weary of the crap the stations play
as the lyrics echo in my head
"And these years have seen
So many imitations turning green
Each like the last, they go right on past,
Like credits on a screen
But your memory blazes through me
Burning everything"
the ashtray, now empty and the page still barron
my vision all grainy and my face still pallid
stuck in the forgotten memories of long ago
oh those day of yore.
thats where my happiness lay and thats where i shall go
Tags: enjoy
Hello everyone, I'm new to the mybuzzle community and would like to share my work with everyone. I'm a professional wedding photographer in Rochester NY
About me:
Destination Wedding Photography
Rochester, NY wedding photographer Paul Van Hoy II received his MFA in Fine Art Photography from the Rochester Institute of Technology. In 2007 Paul won the Grand Prize in Microsoft's International 'Future Pro' Contest. Also, in 2007, Creative Quaterly recognized Paul as their 'Photographer of the Year' (full article in issue #10). American Photographer Magazine recently profiled Paul's MFA Thesis Series 'Bystander' (full article in March 08 issue). Paul's work has been published in many other photographic magazines, including After Capture, PDN, Digital Photo Pro, CMYK, Photographer's Forum, Professional Photographer, American Photo, Camera Arts, and Creative Quarterly Magazine. Currently, Paul works as a commercial photographer, educator, and exhibiting artist in the Western NY area.
Now days many of us do not have time to eat breakfast. The reason is simple - no time. Around quarter to midday, stomach starts grumbling and we end up eating high calorie foodstuff and wash it down with a coke or a cup of strong coffee. Are we adding calories and putting on weight?
Believe, me having a simple breakfast would energize and revitalize your body and brain. You can think better and work efficiently. Many do not agree with breakfast being the most important meal of the day.
You need to know you are actually breaking a fast after a sleep of almost eight to nine hours. Your brain needs the proteins to energize it. Have you not noticed some people are irritated and grumpy when they are hungry? Some people, like me find it simply hard to think.
Personally, I believe breakfast is the most important meal of the day. My experience tells me, even if you have a small amount of high calorie food for breakfast it is gets burned by evening. And never skip your breakfast. It is ok even if it is something light. For instance say, a bowl of cereals, an apple or any fruits and a glass of milk.
Start a day with nourishing breakfast. You will start noticing the change in your efficiency in couple of days.
I am very thinker person. My weakness to go deep into any issues. Yesterday I am thinking about life. What is the means of life? Sometimes we get happy or more time in sorrow. Why lifetime of happiness is very short. it flush out in very few second. sadness of life is very high orders. Each and every human beings are finding something, spend whole life to finding it, are unable to find but in end he pass away the world because life is very short. when any person feels happy, enjoy fully with spouse, relatives and friend, do party when his mind stuck for a moment about death, one day I will be pass away again he become sad. Sadness just like a shadow. We can not run away from it whether we go anywhere. As I think sadness and sorrow learn a new thing. It gives opportunities to rectify our self. if any person do not learn from it they are fool. They can not do anything in life. If we get prosperous in life, can not forget our past. Prosperous and luxury will not go with us. Only sorrow and sadness is friend of human begins. We should go with them.
For example:-
Any person gives examination unfortunately he fail. That person gets hurt to know the result of examination. He should learn from this sorrow. He should recognize and think about it what I did wrong, count the error and he should try to improve, next time surly he will get good result.
I think you will like my thought if any comments do you have please suggested me to improve myself.
Thanks
Rizvi Khan
Tags: life
The other day, I went for the tryouts for the cheerleading squad. I was not really sure whether I would get in through the first round. I mean I did not exactly have branded shoes and haute skirts but I guess it was ok. My friend urged me to go ahead. There were butterflies in my tummy but what the heck! I had to try it out. Girls stared at me and I glared back. "They are just trying to unnerve you", I told myself. I gathered all my guts and rehearsed my steps in ma mind.
By the time, my name was announced I was all set...here I was to showcase my talents! Alas...my crush had also come to watch the tryouts...well, seeing him standing there looking as sweet as ever, I started feeling the butterflies again, but for a different reason! Sigh! Why me. Needless to say, I screwed up the auditions....L *^*&*&^%$ My friend just hugged me and I decided to head back to my room. To make matters worse, I saw him go out with the most svelte gal...he had not come to watch me anyway! Aargghh! That's what I get for acting idiotic. Oh Boy ....feel so guilty and bugged now...!!
Hey there, my name is Birdine L Remaley Jr, and I am a writer with Buzzle.com. I have had a poem, "A Graceful Journey", publishe in a book, featuring various poems entitled, "Forever Spoken", edited by Howard Ely.
I do believe that everyone has the greatest power of within themselves, words, if used correctly to establish their particular point. I write short stories, generally of the suspenseful nature, which I must admit, touch upon subjects that are people's greatest fears. I do this to spark an interest, a conversation if you will, to be provocative.
Nobody is more law abiding or appalled by any vicious crime than I am. I have an Associate's Degree in Paralegal Studies, and earned a 4.0 gpa.
My poetry is less suspenseful than it is thoughtful concerning emotions about problems we all encounter.
I would frankly love to have a discussion concerning the boundaries of all media...
What do you think?
Thanks,
Birdine L Remaley Jr
I'm really bored...this site is strange...but its cool too...
Hey everyone...
Thought Id say...nice time Ive had on Buzzle, too bad I wont be here longer. I got to go on tour with my dad, and will not be backfor a month. So I have 3 weeks left... :(
Tomorrow's my friend Michael's wedding...even though I dont like him, I feel bad about it...I guess because him and his girlfriend are too young....
My friend is 21. His fiancee is 18....massage me, if u think its way too young to get married.
Hey, Im soooo happy.....wanna know y?, well, u can either IM me, on here, or if u got my email.
Love ya,
love
Catalina Carmen Morales.....
OMG!!!! i am going out with a new boyfriend i am very happy with him his name is JJ and we are very happy together i missed my old bf but now i am much happier
YAY ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
One day, I looked at my eyes in a mirror. There were ugly eye pouch and eye furrow below my eyes and a litter wrinkles crawling around. Oh, No. It was totally a nightmare! I had a bad sleep and I shoud work before the computer almost every day. My eyes became so gloomy without being noticed.I tried to wipe many kinds of eye creams. But have a litter effect. Until Jerry, one good friend of mine, send me a small gadget.Things change.
She is a pair of galsses, in fashion style. Maybe a litter like spider man's glasses. ^ ^ She has a magic power for its 26 neodymium magnetite grains. The grains form a micro circulation of magnetic field which effectively release the tiredness of the eye and accelerate the blood circulation so then fresh the nerve of the brain.Wear her some minuters before go to the bed, I sleep quickly and soundly. More important, the 26 grains are placed to the eyes' points. When wear it, She massage the eyes' points, activate and practice the eye nerves and the cone cells and then allay the tiredness of the cilinary muscle. As a result, the eyes get a relaxation of tiredness.After a long time of reading books or working before a computer, I often wear her to refesh my eyes. There are nine degree to adjust the massaging power. Moreover , she has the function of auto-timing. Just like a careful nurse, She take care of my eyes. After several weeks, I found some magical changes. The eye pouch seems flat and the mascle around the eyes look flexibility. And some friends said my eyes look bright and beautiful. She is a good gadget. I think more people should enjoy its magical power from her.
-Improve the eyesight.
-Allay the tiredness of the eyes and brain,improve the sleeping quality.
-Effectively flat the wrinle around the eyes and treat the eye pouch and eye furrow, Beauty your eyes.
Who might get benefits from the eye care massager
Studuents in schools,internet surfer, accountans, secretaries, teachers, chauffeurs, designers, bad sleepers, etc.
Some specification about this eye massager:
Size: 21.5*15*10.5cm
weight: 350g
accessories: eye massage,adapter
massage way: magnetism massage, shock massage(several frequency)
power: by AAA*2 (3V) batteries
Frequency: 50-60HZ
AC: 200V-230V
Power: ≤5W
Keep 3-5 minutes a day, you shall find a amazing change about your eyes.
You have decided that you want to start a successful online mlm business, but you really don't know what to do to avoid mistakes. In anything you want to do, it's always helpful to look for a model first. Find someone who has accomplished what you want, and take a close look at exactly what they did and how they did it. You don't need to duplicate every step of their plan, but when you understand the parts of that model, you can save yourself a lot of trial and error. You have put yourself in a much closer position to success. All that means is, "Don't re-invent the wheel."
One much-copied model that has risen to the top over the years is the single product page.
The normal inclination of most people in network marketing when they sell products is to offer a choice of several or many products on the same page. On most network marketing company websites, you'll find a virtual catalog of dozens or hundreds of products. A catalog like that works when someone goes to the catalog to find a particular product to buy. But in the case of MLM, you rarely have buyers like that. Mostly, they are just looking. And they're overwhelmed by all the choices, so they click away.
The correct solution is, follow the "single page" model. Set up one product on a url, and send targeted traffic to that page. That model works. If you're working with a company that doesn't do this, it's best to beat the bushes to find one that does.
It's the little things that really decide whether you have a chance for long-term success with any particular MLM company.
This sounds pretty wild but, trust me, it is true. One decisive factor can be whether your company owns its own software. What possible difference can THAT make, you wonder? Well, here's how it works. Most companies when they start up are looking for ways to cut costs. One way to keep costs down is to rent the software to run the company. So instead of paying $1 million or more upfront, maybe they're spending $10,000 a month on the software rental. So far, so good. But there are a couple problems that can come up. For one thing, every compensation plan is different. They often find out too late that you can't change the software to handle compensation plan changes. So if the company finds a great new gizmo to add, it can't ... because it's locked-in by the software. Even worse, many contracts designate that the software vendor is a co-owner of the database. The result is, if your company has tough times & can't make a payment, the software vendor can rent out the database if they want ... that includes all the names of the group you have built. Incredible, but it has happened. You're much safer with a company who owns their software.
Don't you love it when you go out looking to buy a car and a salesman is on you like glue? He may talk a lot, he may not talk much, but his job is to sell you a car. Period. How does that feel? That's a point that Michael Dlouhy makes in his "Success In 10 Steps" ebook. People see MLM as a sales business, and it isn't. It is is a relationship-You need ways to build know, like, & trust with people because that is what will cause them to join you in business. You need ways to build know, like, & trust with people because that is what will cause them to join you.
Shopping for shoes is fun for most women, provided that they have an average sized foot. For women who have large feet or wide feet; however, the task of shopping for shoes can be daunting and embarrassing. Far too frequently, many women discover they are not able to find women's wide shoes in many retail shoe shops. When they are able to find women's Large Size Shoes, the variety of styles are frequently limited and not very attractive. This is because very few retail shoe stores carry extended size shoes or wide shoe sizes.
Finding the right size shoe is not only a matter of style and comfort but it can also be a matter of health as well. Medical studies have discovered that many people suffer from foot problems at some point in their lives. It is estimated that at least 70% of all elderly people are affected by food problems. Nearly 40% of those affected by foot problems find the problems to be so severe they consult their physician about the matter. In some cases, foot problems can be eased by ensuring the individual is wearing a shoe that fits correctly.
Shoes that do not fit correctly can lead to a number of problems as well as make existing problems even worse. There is a common misconception that shoes need to be broken in before they fit comfortably. This is completely untrue. Shoes that fit properly should be comfortable to wear on day one without any time needed to break them in.
When a shoe is too narrow it can cause a number of different problems. One of the most serious problems that it can cause is the fact that a narrow shoe will shove the balls of the feet together. This can result in the nerves between the balls of the feet being pinched and cause 'neuromas.' A neuroma can be quite painful and may even require injections or surgery to correct. If left untreated, this problem can cause a loss of sensation not to mention extreme pain. Even when neuromas are corrected they can return if the individual returns to wearing ill-fitting shoes.
Poorly fitting shoes can also result in other problems such as calluses and corns. Calluses and corns are generally caused by friction or pressure on the skin. In response to the pressure, the skin begins to harden and thicken. In most cases, corns measure approximately ¼" to ½" in diameter. They also usually have a hard center. Most corns develop on the sides and tops of the toes. When pressure is applied, they can be quite painful and even result in a dull ache.
Calluses are not necessarily painful; however, they can certainly be unsightly. Calluses also appear as a rough, thick layer of skin. They can commonly measure about an inch or even more in diameter.
Bunions can also be very painful. They are commonly caused by pressure and abnormal motion on the joint of the big toe. One of the most common underlying causes of this problem is shoes that do not fit properly.
One of the easiest ways to avoid these types of problems is to make sure you are wearing shoes that fit. Many people make the mistake of thinking they can wear longer shoes in order to acquire a wide enough fit. This is not the case and can even cause further problems. The best way to prevent corns, calluses, bunions and other problems is to wear a shoe that fits properly. If you already have calluses or corns, you will frequently find they will go away once the friction and rubbing that causes them is eliminated.
Here author Jesol Umeria writes about Comfortable Shoes Make Diabetes Management Easier.
Since the mid-1990s, web development has been one of the fastest growing industries in the world. In 1995 there were fewer than 1,000 web development companies in the United States alone, but by 2005 there were over 30,000 such companies.[1][citation needed] The web development industry is expected to grow over 20% by 2010. The growth of this industry is being pushed by large businesses wishing to sell products and services to their customers and to automate business workflow, as well as the growth of many small web design and development companies.
In addition, cost of Web site development and hosting has dropped dramatically during this time. Instead of costing tens of thousands of dollars, as was the case for early websites, one can now develop a simple web site for less than a thousand dollars, depending on the complexity and amount of content.[citation needed] Smaller Web site development companies are now able to make web design accessible to both smaller companies and individuals further fueling the growth of the web development industry. As far as web development tools and platforms are concerned, there are many systems available to the public free of charge to aid in development. A popular example is the LAMP (Linux, Apache, MySQL, PHP), which is usually distributed free of charge. This fact alone has manifested into many people around the globe setting up new Web sites daily and thus contributing to increase in web development popularity. Another contributing factor has been the rise of easy to use WYSIWYG web development software, most prominently Adobe Dreamweaver or Microsoft Expression Studio (formerly Microsoft Frontpage) . Using such software, virtually anyone can develop a Web page in a matter of minutes. Knowledge of HyperText Markup Language (HTML), or other programming languages is not required, but recommended for professional results.
The next generation of web development tools uses the strong growth in LAMP and Microsoft .NET technologies to provide the Web as a way to run applications online. Web developers now help to deliver applications as Web services which were traditionally only available as applications on a desk based computer.
Instead of running executable code on a local computer, users are interacting with online applications to create new content. This has created new methods in communication and allowed for many opportunities to decentralize information and media distribution. Users are now able to interact with applications from many locations, instead of being tied to a specific workstation for their application environment.
Examples of dramatic transformation in communication and commerce led by web development include e-commerce. Online auction sites such as eBay have changed the way consumers consume and purchase goods and services. Online resellers such as Amazon.com and Buy.com (among many, many others) have transformed the shopping and bargain hunting experience for many consumers. Another good example of transformative communication led by web development is the blog. Web applications such as WordPress and b2evolution have created easily implemented blog environments for individual Web sites. Open source content systems such as Typo3, Xoops, Joomla!, and Drupal have extended web development into new modes of interaction and communication.
Information technology (IT), as defined by the Information Technology Association of America (ITAA), is "the study, design, development, implementation, support or management of computer-based information systems, particularly software applications and computer hardware." IT deals with the use of electronic computers and computer software to convert, store, protect, process, transmit, and securely retrieve information. 3dart.imagination.io Today, the term information technology has ballooned to encompass many aspects of computing and technology, and the term is more recognizable than ever before. The information technology umbrella can be quite large, covering many fields. IT professionals perform a variety of duties that range from installing applications to designing complex computer networks and information databases. A few of the duties that IT professionals perform may include data management, networking, engineering computer hardware, database and software design, as well as the management and administration of entire systems. When computer and communications technologies are combined, the result is information technology, or "infotech". Information Technology (IT) is a general term that describes any technology that helps to produce, manipulate, store, communicate, and/or disseminate information. Presumably, when speaking of Information Technology (IT) as a whole, it is noted that the use of computers and information are associated.
.Recently made a trip to Teramo. We had a great time. I learned a lot about the city. Teramo is a city in the central Italy. It is located in the Province of Teramo in the Abruzzo Region.
We took some pictures while we were there.
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Teramo is well known for one of its "frazioni" (suburbs), Valle San Giovanni. Other highly regarded frazioni include Rapino, Villa Tordinia, and Travazzano. In the center of the town is the main walking street, Corso San Giorgio.
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I have been to a horse show yesterday and was well prepared.
I know what to do, how to do it, and got it done! The weather was great and the footing in the arena was wonderful.
Tags: horse
So, you want to be a 3D animator? Welcome and well done, you have just made the first step to what could be one of the most creatively rewarding experiences in your life. 3D animation is a rapidly advancing set of technologies that have the power to create in virtual 3D space, and then render into 2D space a final image. It gives you the power to create exactly what is in your mind's eye, and like all computer based technologies you may refine your work until it is, (given that golden resource, Time).
"Since man could flip two or more surfaces in rapid progression there has been animation"
The 2D animation drawing process is vital to the understanding of 3D Animation. Why? Simple, by drawing your own flip book animations (if you are not skilled in drawing never fear, even stick figures will work, a flip book is any blank book with lots of pages that you can thumb through at speed) this will teach you the basic principles of Motion and how the human eye perceives it.
This is how the 24 frames per second cell animation evolved into a standard. It works like this the human eye will see jerky animation from below 12 frames per second, so traditional cell animators painted 12 frames and doubled them into 24 frames per second which gave them the minimum number of frames they had to draw before it became jerky, still an incredible amount of work.
Another way to understand Motion is to try Stop Frame Animation, if you have access to a digital camera or cam that can shoot one frame at a time and an application that will let you view them at speed. Try it out make a little scene, anything will do even kitchen utensils etc. Make sure your cam is on a tripod or absolutely stable, it's called a Locked Shot for good reason. Start taking one picture at a time and move your characters in the scene, you will quickly get the idea of what is too fast and too slow.
What this comes down to is remembered observation and understanding of Motion, start really looking at how people, animals, clouds, trees, cars, cricket balls, whatever etc. move in reality, try to pick up the nuances of that particular motion and then re-create that motion artificially.
Practical Exercises:
1) Observe, observe, observe, how does your body move, how do the branches of a tree move in the wind etc.
2) Research the history of Animation.
3) Draw as many sequences necessary in a flip book to gain the understanding of Motion.
4) Try, Stop Animation, again practice until that movement looks right.
Where comes 3D, imagination.io is there
Getting people to see your ad and actually read it plays a huge part in your ads success rate. Your ad headline will either make or break your ad. I find a lot of people who market online do not take the time to come up with good quality headlines that will grab a reader's attention, and make them click on it to learn more. Then they wonder why there ads are performing so poorly.
Even someone who is unskilled at writing can easily crate some very good headlines. It's not that hard, but it does take some practice. Once you get the hang of it though, and create a few headlines the ideas will start to fly in from all over the place.
When you go to create attention grabbing headlines think outside the box. Try not to use headlines that you see all the time all over the place. These are over used, and the average person is probably so use to seeing them. In the end this will only lead to you ad getting a low click through rate.
I personally like to use www.aminstitute.com/headline/ this site allows you to type in a headline and it will analysis it for you. After it's finished it will give you a score from 0 - 100%. Most people will have a score right around 20 - 30%. I usually aim for 50% or higher.
Another good method for creating attention grabbing headlines I like to use is checking my email to see what other people have come up with. If you take sometime each day and look at your junk email you might actually find some really good headlines. Write down the ones you think are good, and then start to use them your self. Or try to make the headline even better.
Finally if none of the above seems to help you out you can always buy a professional book that will teach you how to right attention grabbing headlines, or take an English course. These two methods though will probably cost you some money.
So the next time your posting your ad take a good hard look at your headline, and ask you self this question. Would you click on it?
Our 5 Alarm frontman, Christian Love is being seen in a new light these days. As he's honed his skills and utilized that great Beach Boys blood along with his innate talent, many are taking notice to the guitarist's presence on stage. Christian is currently touring with the Beach Boys fronted by his father, Mike Love and other starting member, Bruce Johnston. The band behind them is filled with wonderful harmonizing talents including Scott Totten the group's musical director, Randell Kirsch, Tim Bonhomme, and John Cowsill.
Reviewers and bloggers are out there ready to take in the legendary music that the Beach Boys bring day in and day out, to excited audiences around the world. There seems to be a new wave and buzz about the reviewers regarding Mike Love's touring Beach Boys band. The spotlight is now finding the second Beach Boys generation in Christian Love. Many are saying that he has vocals that when you close your eyes you find them to be almost eerily reminiscent of Carl Wilson. Carl Wilson was the youngest Wilson brother with a voice of gold. His sweet disposition and kind demeanor were staples in the Beach Boys world. Carl's voice would smoothly glide through the music creating those fantastic harmonies.
Christian's solo repertoire has increased with Scott Totten at the helm as the music director. So it's no wonder that many music fans and reviewers alike are noticing the Carl Wilson-esque quality in his performances. We recently spoke with Christian by phone as he was taking a family trip in California also fresh off his recent "start of the summer" Beach Boys tour. When asked about his reaction to being compared to Carl Wilson in his vocal performances Christian said, "it is highly complimentary," amazed at the recent comparisons he was rather strapped for words regarding it. "I never thought of myself as sounding like him." Christian grew up surrounded by the Beach Boys music from when he was very young. He also had the wonderful opportunity to spend time with the Beach Boys while they were touring while the original band was still together. "I remember Carl doing vocal exercises on the (tour) bus. He was such a sweet guy and good performer. He would really belt it out on stage." Vocal exercises are quite important for all performers and Christian mentions that "in England we were doing a lot of vocal exercises everyday" regarding their recent acclaimed tour of England.
So when you go to a Beach Boys concert this summer or any season for that matter (as they tour year round), which songs should you watch out for to be sure to hear Christian's voice front and center? Well he relays to us that now he sings the solo for the classics, "Getcha Back, "Good to Me," "Then I Kissed Her," "Good Vibrations," and a part of "Kokomo." There are also possibly a few others in the wings," he lets us know. With Scott Totten working as the musical director it has been said that he is trying to get the band back to the roots of the original Beach Boys music. "I think it's a good idea, gives it a steadier backbone with the core of the drums and bass."
"Don't wear big prints because you are too fat" or "wear large sized clothes to cover up your body!"...these sentences are being forced upon us for a long time I guess! I mean, I am sure all you wannabe cool guys and gals have been given that scornful look by mommies especially when you wanna deck up for the Saturday nite! Oh c'mon mom and dad, we are grown ups now and plz let us use our brains for a change! Here are some fashion myths I have come across.
Contrasting colors are a big no-no: Wrong! Contrasting colors can be used to create a beautiful blend for your dress if planned well. It also depends on the cut of the outfit and the pattern.
Leather is uncool: No ways! Fake leather is fine guys and gals and not really ancient as you think it to be. A cool leather skirt or a leather corset would look fab for a party! Make sure you do not really go overboard honey!
Large sized women cannot wear bold prints: Large sized women can safely go for bold prints as long as they do not go all out for the same. Go in for bold but medium sized motifs and combine it with a plain top or bottom. It will not make you look like you are screaming for attention!
Petite ladies cannot wear long dresses: That's totally wrong dudes! Petite women can go in for bold colors and long dresses if they select the right cut. Do not choose fabrics that are over flowing and make you look like you are wearing curtains. Choose a simple and sleek design which will hug your body well and flatter it. Wear it with snazzy heels to give that added zing to your walk.