Friday, June 12, 2009


Friday, February 13, 2004
i haven't talk to her for a couple months now. i geuss she doesn't want to talk to me. i am going to move on.

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Thursday, August 21, 2003

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March 17, 2006
need him badly......

Haiz...Miss my darlin....not sure whats wrong with him...actin very strangly this few days...breakin my heart...Nvm...will blow over a fewdays...i think so....So tired these few days...jus got back from camp...i wanna see him now...but cant go out...mum not feelin very well...hope she will get better soon...jus went for an operation...cannot anyhow move...Finally...holidays comin to the end....will get to see him on Monday already..Today woke up at 8 in the mornin....visitors came so must pack up the houe neatly before they come....tired....slept at one in the mornin....then follow mum to the polyclinic to wash her wound....Sianz...miss everyone in sons, daughters, sisters , bros...Teachers also...haha...funny ryte...who would miss their teachers....jus finish tuition ....wanna go and sleep already....eyes cannot even open...gonna close...haha...drink water already wide can continue bloggin....dun know why fall so deeply for him...use to find him irritatin..but now....its year use to livin with him in my life...if this were to change suddenly, i really cannot imagime life by then....need him in my life now and forever....hope that this will last long...i jus dun know how to live without would be meaningless by then....Baby...if you jus happen to see this, i jus wanna say i love you now and forever...promise me you will never leave me....and sorry if i have caused u any problems...and never keep all problems to urself...let me know...i will do everythin in my power to help you...feel so luckly to have you...hearts could only love for awhile, clothes won't foever be in style, legs could only walk for some miles but havin you as my dear in forever you baby....miss you tooo....see you on monday...muacks....(=

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Monday, June 04, 2001 i hate only does harm...and the sad thing is that I know i'm guilty of it too many there was a cheesy little rumour going round that i'm dating a fellow friend of*t...and the sh*tty thing is that i only hate it because it means some people think i'm "off-the-market"...aren't i horrible.....and horny....heh heh...kidding....
posted by Aemelia at 1:11 AM

Wednesday, February 28, 2001
boy...what a week it has been....
last friday...i gave my little present to my little crush and that evening (his last night there) i took him for coffee....and i must say...i think that i finally know what he's thinking....and that is NOTHING....absolutely nothing romantic about me at all....i got zero vibes but it's ok.....i still want to be his friend....but mostly because i'm dreaming that maybe one day he'll wake up and realize it's me he wants....yeah right...fat chance i know.....i need to snap out of it and find myself a man who knows what and who he

and then on saturday night.....i hung out with a good friend from work all's amazing how i can see in front of me this great great guy and feel nothing romantic towards him at all....and the bad thing about the situation is that i lied to a good friend of mine about hanging out with him because she's absolutely stalkerish crazy for him.....i'm a horrible friend, but i needed to do what i thought was best for her.....not tell her that while she was sitting at home feeling as though he stood her up for the night....i was hanging out with him having the best night i'd had in forever....

and then monday night......i went for coffee and hung out with the infamous John Clarke....any of my close friends will know who he is and how he manipulated me into falling for him right before he whisked himself away for a month and a half......but oh well....we'll be good friends, i think....until he gets drunk and throws himself on another of my friends......

but now it's wed and i'm so excited to go home on the weekend only because i can't wait to see my favorite manager....

posted by Aemelia at 4:14 PM

Thursday, June 11, 2009


Saturday, June 15, 2002
They say dreams only last 12 seconds. Some may seem to last for a few hours, like a minute or second can seem like days. Some seem scary enough to be real, some we wish were real, and some we wish we never had. One dream I had, recently actully, oddly enough I was in space, flying toward a huge ship, so big, my god so big. Its presence there was enough to give you massive goosebumps. Flying toward it, it filled my screen, then I blacked out. I woke up the next day in a hospital, my friend said somthing about the war being over, we'd won. Somehow I doubted that we had anything to do with it, seeing ships like that is somthing you'll never forget, even if it is just a dream.
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Saturday, April 28, 2007
Wilma Speaks

I'm confused as to how my den has been redecorated without my knowledge; it must have been the elves. It used to be very kitsch and red in a very cool retro way. But the calming lilac is probably good for all those internet searchers who seek peace and tranquility.

I am just enjoying the pre-getting ready lull of Saturday. My first beer is giving me a slight buzz. It's been a balmy summer day. I've enjoyed the afternoon out in the garden reading and enjoying the quiet of a 3 year old free house. I had the time to notice the patterns the water in the water bottle was throwing onto my book (Ian McEwan's new one, as you ask) and appreciate the fact that my ipod gave me a whole 20 songs on shuffle that I actually wanted to listen to.

But now my hair straighteners are calling and, unless I want to be laughed at in the cool bars of East London, I have to heed their bidding.

I wonder who is going to actually read this...

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Friday, May 05, 2006
Run run run

This is one of my favourite pictures about my dog.
The forest where we go looks a lot like the forests in which his specie has been created and raised three centuries ago.
So, i like to imagine that his paws, his claws, his nose, his entire body is perfectly fitted for this playground, this soil, all that smell and those leaves.
I'm sure he feels like it.
I've been told that everybody feel the same when you visit africa. A huge feeling of belonging to that land, from a very long time ago. So that tiny forest is my dog's little Africa.

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Saturday, June 30, 2001
no idea what this is lol
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Saturday, April 5, 2008
Cooking is very important in a womans life.

Without knowing cooking a woman is not complete.She should be perfect in cooking if she want that her family members alwas remain happy. Its the way by which we can imply win the heart of anyone.


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Wednesday, June 10, 2009

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Saturday, November 17, 2001
Hello and Happy Saturday. I juts woke up like right now and it is 11: 11 AM. I needed all the extra sleep. Badly. Tzar got his ass kicked last night. He called me and said his dad had done it. I hope he's up to shopping, but if not then we'll go some other time. The poor boy...
posted by Christine at 8:15 AM

Friday, November 16, 2001
Oh boy. Tzar and I will be shopping at the South Shore Plaza. It is going to be so much fun, because he is just the kind of guy every girl wants. Sweet, Senseitive and Sensible. He is a bang to be with but he has had such a hard time with his father. His dad drinks and he hits Tzar's mother alot. I know it's not any of my business and I should not post it on the internet, but I asked him and he said "Sure, why not?" Anyway, he's had a hot and cold relationship with his dad and it has just eaten at him. Now on a more happier note, I took my science quiz today. I have a feeling I did well, but how should I know? I have to wait until Monday to get mt math quiz back and I have to wait until Wednesday to get my grade for Reading and Writing. I hope i do well, because if I do not {especially reading and writing} then out goes the gun and there goes my life. I hate school. School is satan. Run for the hills. *runs to the nearest hill and screams*
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Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Will You Marry Me

Check out this picture from yesterday's special event.

My 5Th grade class read my fiance Kate a special story that we all
created for her. We gave her the book to follow along as the kids
read her the pages. The last page was the proposal, and when
we got to that point in the story, my boys jumped to the floor
with me, unzipped their sweaters and showed Kate their shirt
with the words "Will" "You" "Marry" "Me" on them. My shirt had
a "?" on it.

Kate, was stunned, for a second as she didn't respond, but quickly
told me I had to put the ring on her. Immediately she said "Yes!"
The students began cheering.

The class jumped up, gave her hand made cards and roses.
This was followed by a huge group hug.

In the cards many students made suggestions, to make sure
Mr. Cooley wakes up on time for work, he is fed regularly and
he has clean clothes to wear. (I may have coached them
slightly to my advantage....) :)

The school bell rang, kids went home, and Kate and I went to
the restaurant where we had our first date, La Casa Del Camino.

This amazing restaurant has tremendous ocean views, and
a variety of tasty choices. We had an awesome time, they even
played the Austin Powers song that we are secretly including
into our first dance for our wedding.
: ) Mr. Cooley and room 10

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Tuesday, May 27, 2008
NUMBERS: This weekend we had 220 kids in Age 3 (5:30=43, 9:00=93, 11:15=84). Last week=251, Last year=237.

DO YOU KNOW ANYONE WHO WOULD ENJOY SPENDING AN HOUR WITH 3 YEAR OLDS? As you may have noticed, the church is getting behind us to help us locate volunteers to help us through the summer. Do you know anyone who might help us out? We can find something meaningful for them to do!

LAP SITTING: Age 3 children love to sit in laps, and it can be really hard to keep them from doing it in Promiseland! But the only place a child can sit on our laps in Promiseland is on our knees. Please move them to that location if they sit in your lap, or have them sit next to you. This is for both your protection and for theirs.

NEW BATHROOM PROCEDURES IN AGE 3: If a child needs to use the bathroom, show the child to the bathroom doors and wait outside. At no time should an adult be alone with a child in the bathroom. 2 leaders of the same gender must always be present when a child needs help, with a leader of the same gender giving the help. If there are not enough leaders to man both bathrooms, one bathroom may be closed to maintain the 2 leader rule. The open bathroom becomes a unisex bathroom and a leader of each gender must be present if a child needs assistance (men to help boys, women to help girls).

CONGRATULATIONS GRADUATES! We have several volunteers who are graduating from high school this year. Be sure to congratulate them on this milestone! They have contributed a lot to our ministry and our lives over the last several years!
Lynn Tangorra 5:30 Team
Katy Fraser 9:00 Team
Brittany Jasker 9:00 Team
Krissy Roth 9:00 Team
Casey Schuring 9:00 Team
Sam Oshin 11:15 Team

Sandie Keszycki May 24
Ray Blegen May 27
Allianna Mitchell May 27
Bethany Lindley June 1
Gwen Alexander June 3
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Testing adding a video.

[Ed. Note: Video of Bono inserted here]

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This is a test post to see how this works. I actually forgot what all can be done.

This is rafting in Costa Rica.

[Ed. Note: Pic of rafting.]

My favorite site is this one
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Tell It To Me...Secrets, confessions and more...
You are currently visiting a blog that could change your life forever. Here lies secrets of many individuals of whom you do not know, and will never know. These secrets may not be bad. But a secret is a secret and they are all kept on this blog. Here you will be able to confess your deepest, darkest secrets and maybe find someone who can help you. All you need to do is email me at Your secret will ALWAYS remain anonymous!

April 25, 2006

On this blog all you will find is secrets, secrets and more secrets. This page is filled with secrets of people that I myself know and others that I don't. If you'd like, you can submit your secrets and confessions to me by emailing me.
You will of course ALWAYS remain anonymous and your identity will NEVER be revealed to others. You can trust this site, you can be sure of that. If you have anything at all that you desperately need to get off your chest, simply email me and you can share your problem or confession with the world. Perhaps there will be someone out there with a similar problem or perhaps there's someone who will be willing to help you. So come on! Start confessing!
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Tuesday, June 9, 2009


Sunday, August 05, 2001
who dat?

i drank like a case of beer last night and i think my body is still drunk as my brain is just slow..
they call me hollywood at work now cause i was on the paper
posted by casper at 6:37 PM

i was on the front page of the sun herald wow

i got really wasted and punched some old guy in the balls my brother fatted my lip.. i was at marshalls and couldnt feel my clothes.. i threw up in the back yard for 2 seconds i didnt tell any one and remembered today im not sure if i really did or i imagined it..
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Thursday, June 21, 2001
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Sunday, February 18, 2001
"brandon come on now stop that"-bt
Im very bored. Today didnt feel any different. When I woke up I thought it would be nice to do something with a friend. I got on the web and bob was on. It was wierd, I said hey and he said hey do you wanna go for a walk. i said sure. Then jason called. huh. he wanted to go to the vancleve parade. I say sure. I called bob and he agreed that it would be an experience. so then we go. we drove for a long time. then finally settled. the parade lasted all of ten minutes max. it was funny. most floats were four wheelers. there was a twele person vancleve high school band. ha. this drunk chick in a float called for me. at first i didnt notice. bob goes hey and pointed at her. she called "hey, you in the red shirt!" bob and jason waved me to proceed. regretfully i did. the chick gave me some beeds and kissed me. on the fuckn lips. just half, but enough to piss me off. i didnt know what to do. i walked off. vancleve chick want me. i have two things to say about this. one its got to be the hair. and two, i cant date them cause the use outhouses and you cant fuck a bitch in the ass, to keep her from gettin pregnant, if she uses sticks instead of paper.

my brother sucks c0ck.any way. i have a new friend. well, he has been a friend for a while but i feel closer now. its neat and muchly appreciated.

"sure." He always kept it short but, thats what she liked. So, there it was. The two started becoming one. It was odd at first but, the soon realized it was more physical than emotional. If you couldn't tell they were making love through their jeans. They were on her grandmothers bed. Both were shamless enough to not even flip the pictures down. This mechanical love only lasted about ten minutes, was interupted by a conversation with her little sister, then resumed for another ten. He wasn't satisfied. Love with her was never good enough. She always finished and never followed him up.

I am a contemptuas void of emotion. I have them and they piss me off. I rid myself of them. sucka nigga dicka suck

The problem with some people is that when they aren't drunk, they're sober. --William Butler Yeats
posted by casper at 7:18 PM

stop, look, and listen
think about whats going on
breath in
count to ten
release the peace and be strong

only few left, hope they wont get me too, i am bored and alone..............................
posted by casper at 12:59 AM


Tuesday, December 9, 2008
In which the girl starts a blog:
So it's 12:10 on a Monday night (Tuesday morning?) and here I am, writing a 'first entry" for a blog. Up until recently I didn't understand the draw of blogs - at first I thought they were sort of narsassistic, I mean do people really think that other people are going to want to sit down and read about someone else's life? Then I realized that hey - I actually am the one sitting down and reading all the time and really I don't care if anyone reads this or not (though if you are reading it hello!), I just like having a place to write about the ridiculousness of life because life is ridiculous sometimes and sometimes that just has to be shared.

Anyway, that's my entry point. If I think of it sometime in the next couple of days maybe I'll post some basic facts about me. But maybe I won't. Depends how much ridiculous stuff happens between now and later....

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Friday, 12 December 2008
People who secretly like IKEA
Nobody is supposed to like IKEA. It’s mass-produced identikit furniture which falls apart as soon as you get it through the front door. It’s the seventh circle of hell flatpacked into a cardboard box and delivered to you for the princely sum of £30. You’re supposed to hate it because it’s cheap and chivvy and brightly-lit and smells funny and everything is always out of stock. The rugs look cheap and the bed linen is scratchy and the towels never match. Shower curtains are grubby, cutlery is bendy and picture frames look tacky. People queue at the tills for decades and pot plants expire in the searing nothingness of its walls and yet- and yet- you like it. Secretly.

You don’t care that ten people on your street have the same bedframe. The towels are good enough for guests. You get bored of pot plants quickly anyway. You like wandering around in a borderline catatonic state fingering napkin rings and gazing sideways at fluffy rugs. You fantasise about having a kitchen just like that display one there and you’re sure you could find a million uses for that adjustable stool. Wouldn’t it be lovely to have a shower curtain that colour?

You like the fact that halfway through the trip when your interest and energy levels are flagging you can stop off at the restaurant and have meatballs (you always get 15 when 10 would have done). You dip your chips into the gravy and flick through the catalogue dreaming of what you want to buy. You buy nothing that you need, only things that you’ve seen and you queue up disgruntled and disappointed because they didn’t have the mirrored tiles this time or the pan you wanted had a loose handle, but you know that not getting everything this time means you can go back some other time and do it all again. And that’s good. Because you secretly like IKEA. And so does pretty much everyone else.
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Let's get truthful
What is the truth about you? Who are you? What do you do? What do you like? what are the things you think nobody knows about you?

I'd like to have a guess. I don't know all of you, or even some of you, but I reckon I've got a pretty good idea how to read you. In this blog, I'll reveal a thing about some of you. It may apply to all, but it will definitely speak to some of you out there.

There aren't many truths out there, but I've got a few for you. So here goes.
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Friday, October 06, 2006
Corner Bakery SUCKS

It's awful!

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Thursday, July 17, 2008

"Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you have imagined." Henry David Thoreau

It has come to the time where I am in the position to make or break the rest of my life. The problem is, I don't know which action will ensure success or which action will result in failure. Whilst I have far flung dreams of the future and indeed spend many a waking hour playing out these roles in my mind, I am yet to work out how to get there from the position I am currently in. The jump seems out of reach, too far, unattainable. Yet, if I don't strive for these dreams, I do not know what I will do with my life. I must make that leap as in not doing so, I won't be doing anything at all. I'll be stuck in limbo, with no ambition or inspiration. I will not let that happen...

Henceforth, I am forced to attempt to make the right decisions without any guide as to what they might be.

I feel unable to express my wishes for the future, the hopes I have and the changes I intended to achieve. People do not understand my motivation, nor do they see how these dreams could ever become reality. They tell me I should be realistic - that life itself will put an end to these whims as the necessity of living will overcome my attempts to strive for the life I desire. I am worried that I too shall gain their negativity. If I do, I end up in that place of limbo, which is the most unsatisfactory form of life.

That said, I am scared to post my intentions for fear of failure. Whilst they remain in the rooms of my mind - each room holding a different dream, a different path, although all result in a similar end - no one except me can laugh at their far-reaching nature. No one except me can laugh when I fail. However, to achieve them I believe help will be required in which case I must let someone see past these closed doors.

Maybe by this time next year I will have achieved some of the first steps towards making these dreams a reality, which in turn will benefit those around me. Or maybe I will have already given in to the demands of everyday life. I suppose only time will tell but I know for certain, the former is a far more desirable belief to hold on to...

"Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die, life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly." Lanston Hughes
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Monday, June 8, 2009


Sunday, March 25, 2001
love is ain`t that easy in my life . girls to me is as weird than they seem to be
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Thursday, April 3, 2008

This is where I say I'm sorry to everyone I feel I ever wronged.

These are people I'm pretty sure I was a dick with. And not just having-a-bad-day-and-snapped-at-them kind of behavior, but truly being a dick.

I'm not asking for forgiveness, just recording my offenses. Asking for forgiveness through a blog post would really make me a dick.

Feel free to comment or leave your own confessions.

[I reserve the right to remove any comments I feel are spam or inappropriate.]

I'm sorry for being such a dick to:

Laura (a different one)
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Wednesday, October 18, 2006
American soldiers Death toll Racks 10 dead today 69
In just 2 weeks and a few days, America has suffered 69 deaths to count for the month of October. Pushing to be the deadliest month and highest for fatalities since 2005 we still find ourselves getting battered by the insurgencies. We may have won the war with saddam but we have failed to win the war on the pure hate and evil of the middleeastern section of life.
Take that last line not in bad taste but take it in the hopes that one day soon hopefully that all evil and crimes of humanity will be solved in Iraq, but for now I'll settle for some real positive thoughts that we're doing a good thing for these people and maybe one day they'll come to appreciate our loses to help make there lives more enjoyable, instead of feeling fear on a constant daily basis.
So we ask ourselves why are we still under this constant death toll, why after 4 years is our death toll of U.S. troops still at a much to high number? Why are we with all our technology still suffering these terrible massive losses of troops.
Does it come from lack of training, has the armed services lost there focus on how to protect themselves No not really these insurgents want to win just as bad and will do the most deadly things to thereselves to prove there point............kill as many westerners as we can along with hey I might as well die as well. There mind is focused on Allah and his supposed word of kill anyone who doesn't want thats scary thinking about makes you feel like your stuck back in King and Queen days. Follow me or you'll be killed and your family as well.
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