tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46020398828608164092024-02-20T01:36:38.975-08:00OurLoveIsEternalTheWonderOfYouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08039035493245677860noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602039882860816409.post-821211732378554122010-01-09T10:22:00.000-08:002010-01-09T10:24:54.060-08:00Elvis Presley<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3IJBlD2l6lCAFXrPkX65woO_H_pyXmCpPP0Scnrn8ZvvAQyFz2jp-kP6TY3o95wj43SyA_BBhHRxgVZqrS46zId5oyV6oKpi_v9VDF-XMo86xtPgB90sl7gOxd6GwedNk7-yyd4ug03k/s1600-h/elvis_presley25[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424807647299390178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3IJBlD2l6lCAFXrPkX65woO_H_pyXmCpPP0Scnrn8ZvvAQyFz2jp-kP6TY3o95wj43SyA_BBhHRxgVZqrS46zId5oyV6oKpi_v9VDF-XMo86xtPgB90sl7gOxd6GwedNk7-yyd4ug03k/s400/elvis_presley25%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>January 8, 1935 the king of rock n’ roll was born. Elvis Presley would have been 75 years old if he had lived by now, it’s a shame that he had to die. But I wonder what he would have thought about the 21srt century. His a amazing singer and performer and though he is gone he will never be forgotten. </div>TheWonderOfYouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08039035493245677860noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602039882860816409.post-68573018218468447362009-12-15T18:10:00.000-08:002009-12-15T18:13:50.020-08:00Walt Disney<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPMTjNkO3syq4kCptqGsLWXzGeIwQr3agBgRSBA4AwmZ3JJXEc8Q-gXZKGUsnyp3c53T0wWoxYI9P92Fr-riY77rMSlOpDg82mBEnAO1sZlvgUHE-YHkOL47H-V7pcRvh5ZM2pua3-sE4/s1600-h/4wt4.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415651491531774818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPMTjNkO3syq4kCptqGsLWXzGeIwQr3agBgRSBA4AwmZ3JJXEc8Q-gXZKGUsnyp3c53T0wWoxYI9P92Fr-riY77rMSlOpDg82mBEnAO1sZlvgUHE-YHkOL47H-V7pcRvh5ZM2pua3-sE4/s400/4wt4.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Personally I find Walt Disney the most amazing film maker of all time. I remember when I was little kid how I would watch his movies over and over again and I still do. I mean from “Snow White” to “The Princess and the Frog” I watch all of them. And since he brought so much joy to me, I just wanted to make this post to pay my respects for him. On December 15 1966 Walt Disney died from a lung tumour. This is what Songwriter Robert B. Sherman said about the last time he saw Disney:</div><br /><div align="center"><br />“He was up in the third floor of the animation building after a run-through of The Happiest Millionaire. He usually held court in the hallway afterward for the people involved with the picture. And he started talking to them, telling them what he liked and what they should change, and then, when they were through, he turned to us and with a big smile, he said, 'Keep up the good work, boys.' And he walked to his office. It was the last we ever saw of him”</div><br /><div align="left"><br /></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div>TheWonderOfYouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08039035493245677860noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602039882860816409.post-28557463697728930172009-12-07T14:50:00.000-08:002009-12-07T14:56:03.333-08:00Racism is stupid and pointless<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigvY5X2QRwzroUbIQepb8011HLuoumO31xP1jzkhlt0IJUJCq52C2OjA4w5L8hrHBWeb8VYjB9BoCEgqLdoE_ZMNAcFOzRxkRFT_2Uaa9Z8kvI3jBtTXCNGhNVT-BOILYf3cDZnrcoiVo/s1600-h/fdg.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412631551510727234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 163px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigvY5X2QRwzroUbIQepb8011HLuoumO31xP1jzkhlt0IJUJCq52C2OjA4w5L8hrHBWeb8VYjB9BoCEgqLdoE_ZMNAcFOzRxkRFT_2Uaa9Z8kvI3jBtTXCNGhNVT-BOILYf3cDZnrcoiVo/s400/fdg.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I found this on the internet and I thought it was just amazing<br /><br />A white man said, "Colored people are not allowed here."</div><div>The black man turned around and stood up. He then said:</div><br /><div>"Listen sir....when I was born I was BLACK "</div><br /><div>"When I grew up I was BLACK, "</div><br /><div>"When I'm sick I'm BLACK, "</div><br /><div>"When I go in the sun I'm BLACK, "</div><br /><div>"When I'm cold I'm BLACK, "</div><br /><div>"When I die I'll be BLACK."</div><br /><div>"But you sir."</div><br /><div>"When you are born you're PINK".</div><br /><div>"When you grow up you're WHITE, "</div><br /><div>"When you get sick, you're GREEN, "</div><br /><div>"When you go in the sun you turn RED, "</div><br /><div>"When you're cold you turn BLUE, "</div><br /><div>"And when you die you turn PURPLE."</div><br /><div>"And you have the nerve to call me colored?"</div><br /><div>The black man then sat back down and the white man walked away</div><br /><div>..Put this on your page if you HATE racism...</div>TheWonderOfYouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08039035493245677860noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602039882860816409.post-59979129631542365312009-12-04T18:28:00.000-08:002009-12-04T18:29:51.413-08:00Tim Horton’s SUCK!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA6rMqXvWyxgxJ30B-l9fonOhQVBy6r8OdsS_uo0FprObi20PR9P-CEY6pTF6SLSfKFKwKoLhKjKm2Z9iK2GD1qusepj7szJvebTUW5u597vscQolJD6uoflBnTkMFJqTdHTHlBiScEIo/s1600-h/1[5].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411573649786230130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA6rMqXvWyxgxJ30B-l9fonOhQVBy6r8OdsS_uo0FprObi20PR9P-CEY6pTF6SLSfKFKwKoLhKjKm2Z9iK2GD1qusepj7szJvebTUW5u597vscQolJD6uoflBnTkMFJqTdHTHlBiScEIo/s400/1%5B5%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Ya that’s right, it does you know why? Well today my mom and I had an eye brow appointment and then I was like “let’s go get some timmies” I USE to love it there but not after tonight. So I walk in and I go to the wrong cash and the girl working there gives me the biggest attitude look ever I mean it’s not that hard to tell me where’s the cash so then I realise and I say “oh it’s there sorry” and she gives me a even bigger dirtier look. So I was ready to order so the women says “what would you like today?” and I say “3 small cups of coffee” and for some reason it look like I just said I want a human brain, she look at me with such big confusing so I proceeded with my order “with sugar and milk,2 ice coffee and 1 French vanilla cap.” So as she’s preparing she said “so do you want a tray for that?” no I just want to burn my hands, obviously I want to have a tray so then she was probably a beginner because she had difficulty making ice coffee so it took twice as much time then usual I mean did she get her training yet? People get that so that they don’t waste costumer’s time, and she kept talking with all her coworkers and having fun laughing wasting my time and I’m about to explode. So then on top of everything THIS STUPID FRENCH VANILLA CAPE CHINO SUCKS!<br /><br />PS: the stupid girl didn’t even give me sugar and milk </div>TheWonderOfYouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08039035493245677860noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602039882860816409.post-3097775119296234732009-11-30T15:11:00.000-08:002009-11-30T15:15:10.642-08:00Substitute Teacher<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPZXH8Cs0FAhUsmQm4tOaCU5V9FBRMgzQdSHZvAZ-FZPhvXCHiplVuvkDOwzYX5vzkxxAfUDMRfjh4RO5vDdSx-TOZvm5l_zVGvkJmMg1fdsGoDgyJqBp3GcHbDjhyphenhyphenVel3UFOWmBseuHg/s1600/funny_teacher_tshirt-p235204793337260890qmkd_400[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410038645793885234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPZXH8Cs0FAhUsmQm4tOaCU5V9FBRMgzQdSHZvAZ-FZPhvXCHiplVuvkDOwzYX5vzkxxAfUDMRfjh4RO5vDdSx-TOZvm5l_zVGvkJmMg1fdsGoDgyJqBp3GcHbDjhyphenhyphenVel3UFOWmBseuHg/s400/funny_teacher_tshirt-p235204793337260890qmkd_400%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>We had a substitute teacher today, to some that is good news to others it’s bad, but in my opinion it depends because there’s 3 sort of substitute<br /><br /><br /><strong>The I’m going to be in charge for a day:<br /></strong>The most annoying one is this sub., why? His there for a day and he thinks his our real teacher so his all serious and expects to make the work were suppose to do, oh and writ the names of the “bad kids”<br /><br /><strong>The I don’t care one:<br /></strong>This is my personal favourite one, this sub. Is clueless and let’s us so what ever we want to do, gives us the papers we have to do and let’s us socialise the rest of the class and leaves a good comment for the teacher, you can almost say his like a break<br /><br /><strong>The friendly sub:<br /></strong>Well this one is more of both, occasionally he would tell us to keep it down, but he still wouldn’t care is we would be talking, and sometimes he tries to be friends with us witch just leads to awkwardness<br /><br />Oh and in case you were wondering yes I did have “The I’m going to be in charge for a day” sub. So annoying </div>TheWonderOfYouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08039035493245677860noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602039882860816409.post-48252960972165809772009-11-28T08:08:00.001-08:002010-01-09T10:32:01.585-08:00The MJ dream<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY5YuObMAnyqph8BneEK7yjls2GHR9tId80MojzKs0_k9g69004SmKkf2bxpg0AeUauqE1FUxSijqHsNwQa4IaSUTKLd4BFPI_oGsCh5vs1pbKIqHRX6xXeQdl5rBqzlgbsNt7jUo05S4/s1600/badtokio2[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409187454803260770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgY5YuObMAnyqph8BneEK7yjls2GHR9tId80MojzKs0_k9g69004SmKkf2bxpg0AeUauqE1FUxSijqHsNwQa4IaSUTKLd4BFPI_oGsCh5vs1pbKIqHRX6xXeQdl5rBqzlgbsNt7jUo05S4/s400/badtokio2%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a> I just had to writ about this, yesterday night I had the weirdest dream ever, I was in my kitchen and I look outside the window to my backyard and guess who I saw? Michael Jackson, at first I thought I was crazy, so I told my mom and she saw him too so I was sure I wasn’t crazy then I started crying from joy because my biggest idol was in my back yard and I was screaming “MICHAEL JACKSON IS IN MY BACKYARD!! IT’S MICHAEL!! OH MY GOD” but then I realised that he was a fake, because he had shorter hair and it got thinner at the end and he was shorter and his nose didn’t look like his so then I was super sad but then the “fake Michael” took our lawnmower and left. So ya I don’t know about you guys but that was the weirdest dream I have ever gotten. <div><br /><div></div><br /><div>PS: isin't he the sexyest man in the world? Especially in this picture :) </div></div>TheWonderOfYouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08039035493245677860noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602039882860816409.post-86723882167792459272009-11-22T10:01:00.001-08:002009-11-22T10:03:49.501-08:00New Moon :)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyx3IShTUfvwq30LDVPkgg_sdeQvAUIaArrVxCWvn8BzpW3VmInKk_f9zVdnVNk_9KIH8MB1D8ADW2NhobV6sCSsSCfPx84Zia1QQbrYsxZnfoQVc2S3JjUQdNha_NU5fMnDaD-M2MVJI/s1600/new-moon-poster2-692x1024[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406990159113211090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyx3IShTUfvwq30LDVPkgg_sdeQvAUIaArrVxCWvn8BzpW3VmInKk_f9zVdnVNk_9KIH8MB1D8ADW2NhobV6sCSsSCfPx84Zia1QQbrYsxZnfoQVc2S3JjUQdNha_NU5fMnDaD-M2MVJI/s400/new-moon-poster2-692x1024%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhrvRYSHN_EZMojylZagsbQFJcRKzHV0Nqwr1-E5POLVXSU6Q448q6b4xvYGBNbWHVVsGr04FrmJX_KSc677X5usBLo1bKfnRx7KOnamaZ8jWUFuOeDU88JCTcZAVrrKIVGs9DXBdcvSs/s1600/new-moon-poster2-692x1024[1].jpg"></a><br /><br /><div>I saw New Moon a few days ago and it was AMAZING! It was so much better then twilight. I mean the director makes all the difference in a movie, anyhow I’m team Jacob so I loved new moon even more, and most of the scenes he was shirtless (30 pounds of muscles.) And what I loved about this is almost all the scenes are in the book, and the scenes that weren’t in the book are even better, I don’t want to talk about the movie too much to give it away so go watch as soon as possible unless you’re a guy and doesn’t care at all and hate the whole idea of twilight </div></div>TheWonderOfYouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08039035493245677860noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602039882860816409.post-37974520443298264532009-10-13T15:16:00.000-07:002009-10-13T15:24:40.686-07:00OH oops!<p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyJzSe9kTsZuBqgH-HlMFhtQWQAmxHEb5AVyN1iIK0NX90m53K6TCJf9oDDjvaZR0wCgGsB8o1NhbhEKCXWKg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p>fun times, fun times :)</p>TheWonderOfYouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08039035493245677860noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602039882860816409.post-88404647461320189962009-10-11T12:32:00.000-07:002009-10-11T12:40:46.344-07:00Edith Piaf<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF1vclDTjM3UAGKINQwcLiYhQr7zcysVIDdYtfx0zhWBEnfnDqCTr8-fNywxc7zBOODS7WnCvQO2M9fHX5dN5yxM3xLnrfW3BR3zwcB4hePskADdsXpLDZAproaDMbLfiBIo4oXTWG0Rw/s1600-h/jghktyik.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391428604199139186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF1vclDTjM3UAGKINQwcLiYhQr7zcysVIDdYtfx0zhWBEnfnDqCTr8-fNywxc7zBOODS7WnCvQO2M9fHX5dN5yxM3xLnrfW3BR3zwcB4hePskADdsXpLDZAproaDMbLfiBIo4oXTWG0Rw/s400/jghktyik.bmp" border="0" /></a> She makes me wonder, she makes me dream, she makes me fall in love. She gives me hope, she gives me joy. She's like an angel that speaks the words of love. She’s just Edith Piaf<br /><br />On October 10th 1963 Edith Piaf died. She was an incredible singer. Her voice was truly remarkable. Her voice has such emotion that it makes me cry sometimes. She is such an idol that they made a movie of her “la vie en rose” I cried because it was so good. I hope all of you watch it and listen to her songs.TheWonderOfYouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08039035493245677860noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602039882860816409.post-45941489867723415412009-10-08T15:45:00.000-07:002009-10-09T14:46:03.223-07:00Chris Brown<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6F2FuaS7WXXQ3VR7DEQEl7fps_5hKVaQu-Z8Zc3GP4u9DeI0b4NHyvFJo7XuBki5kKodtZFSbx7sjmPEGMmNdD9GWpUKzQ5vB3YQvmMJ5yx1uNWcnsRIjNRYXjpCSipdGPakmRizLae0/s1600-h/chrisbrownsinglecover[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390364350780441762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6F2FuaS7WXXQ3VR7DEQEl7fps_5hKVaQu-Z8Zc3GP4u9DeI0b4NHyvFJo7XuBki5kKodtZFSbx7sjmPEGMmNdD9GWpUKzQ5vB3YQvmMJ5yx1uNWcnsRIjNRYXjpCSipdGPakmRizLae0/s400/chrisbrownsinglecover%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong>FINALLY! Chris brown made a new song, it got released on youtube a couple of days ago and I LOVE IT, I always loved Chris brown’s music. It’s called “I Can Transform Ya” (ft. lil wayne). I mean sure what he did to rihanna was wrong but come on give the guy a break, I’m sure that people did many many mistakes in life and got forgiven. And plus he apologized to the public. It’s been over 6 months I think people should move on and radios should play his music!</strong></div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><strong></strong></div><div><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yQX-6nSLjjA&feature=channel_page">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yQX-6nSLjjA&feature=channel_page</a> <strong><---- Check it out</strong></div>TheWonderOfYouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08039035493245677860noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602039882860816409.post-74154580442525729942009-09-22T17:59:00.000-07:002009-09-22T18:17:36.720-07:00The Wonder Of You<p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzpSIwleef987hastdTEYCDM1HCzASAfooIiUS536gl2bueX3MACdBtQraTXddTWU8w3EKTrnuA0xpB867vwA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>I love Elvis. His one of my favourite singers and as you can tell his the one who gave me the name for my blog.</strong></span> </p>TheWonderOfYouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08039035493245677860noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602039882860816409.post-63999986234872826812009-09-17T19:56:00.001-07:002009-09-17T19:59:41.994-07:00Farming!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbEJcN48MDHQ8XEmNBM3O9oS1DkWjGHIpCQQweN2wd-gMot4_1uSYJNmUuSS6LkIGNpfAJ0MXuOm4QfxYEH568gcF5r0l0AaRfVyZCE56q1zrS2hA6Tj-uwkccnm_JU9Gr2RWbELTtHjI/s1600-h/budgies[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382636668139258130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 173px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbEJcN48MDHQ8XEmNBM3O9oS1DkWjGHIpCQQweN2wd-gMot4_1uSYJNmUuSS6LkIGNpfAJ0MXuOm4QfxYEH568gcF5r0l0AaRfVyZCE56q1zrS2hA6Tj-uwkccnm_JU9Gr2RWbELTtHjI/s400/budgies%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Sorry for not posting anything latelyI didn't have the computer for over a month because we had to renovate our basement<br /><br />But anyways...<br /><br />Tomorrow were going on a field trip in cooking class<br />Were going on a farm to learn how to eat right and were our food comes from and all that stuff. But mainly I just want to see the animals. I love animals sometimes I feel like I can understand them, and ya sure I know how crazy that sounds but it's true. This morning my alarm went off at 6:50 and I usually go back to sleep after 10 min. And I told my bird not to let me sleep too long since I had to take the school bus; witch comes at 8:40. Then at 8:00 he starts whistling like crazy, and it wasn't like beautiful songs or something it was aggressive whistling. So I’m pretty sure he understood me. I probably sound crazy but what ever. And there’s more, usually squirrels are super scared of human but one squirrel came so close to me that I could touch it. And my friend’s cat hates almost everyone even her owner, but when I come to her house she comes up to me and purrs. And dogs always follow me around for some reason ALL OF THEM it's crazy.Anyway so pretty much all I’m saying is I’m going to have fun tomorrow :)</div>TheWonderOfYouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08039035493245677860noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602039882860816409.post-65327828869742062582009-08-08T16:33:00.000-07:002009-08-08T16:36:05.348-07:00Would you rather?Burned alive or die in a car crash<br /><br />Have no toe nails or no finger nails<br /><br />Skip Christmas or you’re birthday<br /><br />No hair on your scalp or no eyebrows<br /><br />Fly or the ability to read minds<br /><br />Eat poop or drink pee<br /><br />Be homeless or jobless<br /><br />Drown to death or be buried alive<br /><br />Shortest person or tallest person<br /><br />Starve to death or choke to death<br /><br />Burp when you fart or fart when you burp<br /><br />Meet Michael Jackson or <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Elvis</span> Presley<br /><br />Be the fastest reader or fastest runner<br /><br />Have hair so oily that it drips or have a booger that moves when you breathe<br /><br />Fight Mike Tyson or talk like him<br /><br />Know everything or nothing at all<br /><br />Be a singer or an <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">acter</span>(<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ress</span>)TheWonderOfYouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08039035493245677860noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602039882860816409.post-20314821798464783902009-07-24T13:48:00.000-07:002009-07-24T13:54:33.626-07:00Famous Quotes<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9vnDKHeVHmCZgIl0qoxKRocRtEea-rXun4kgWHvbdLNl905XAWPAXPwJDpD117DxuTzqtT4Be0im9kcQhtnGo3qNU4ac5NA2E4G0LMOSimGT9vwqosqQqUYzFn7PDcq2kpTFvJYwQ6W4/s1600-h/gr.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362132730017447554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9vnDKHeVHmCZgIl0qoxKRocRtEea-rXun4kgWHvbdLNl905XAWPAXPwJDpD117DxuTzqtT4Be0im9kcQhtnGo3qNU4ac5NA2E4G0LMOSimGT9vwqosqQqUYzFn7PDcq2kpTFvJYwQ6W4/s400/gr.bmp" border="0" /></a> You know I hate it when famous quotes don’t make any sense.<br /><br /><strong>Life is like a box of chocolates; you never know what you're ganna get:</strong> But you do know what you’re ganna get. You’ll get chocolate of course.<br /><br /><strong>An apple everyday keeps the doctor away:</strong> I hate needles, so one day I had a needle and I though hey why not try the “apple every day” quote so I did. I ate the stupid apple but I still had to get the needle<br /><br /><strong>Sleep tight; don’t let the bed bugs bite:</strong> Why would u even say that to a child? I mean I’m pretty sure that they only say it in movies. But I still find it stupid, just because it rhymes doesn’t mean it makes sense<br /><br /><strong>It’s on the inside that counts:</strong> Wow really? I’m sorry to tell you guys but that is the biggest lie I ever herd. People do care about the inside but they care about the outside as well. If you’re good looking men/women will like you “at first sight” but if well…this is a bit harsh but better looking on the inside they will have to know you to see you’re true beauty<br /><br /><strong>You can run but you can hide:</strong> Well yes I can hide who the hell says that? Again they only probably say this in movies. But it’s not true I can run and I can also hideTheWonderOfYouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08039035493245677860noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602039882860816409.post-13130440237022685372009-07-21T15:07:00.000-07:002009-07-24T13:30:15.399-07:00Interesting facts<ol><li><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Peanuts are one of the ingredients of dynamite</span></li><li><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">There are more chickens then people in the world</span></li><li><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">More people are killed by donkeys than in plane crashes each year </span></li><li><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;">The average chocolate bas has 8 insect legs in it <strong>(yummm :P)</strong></span></span></li><li><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">24 years of your life is spent sleeping</span></li><li><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">A snail can sleep for 3 years</span></li><li><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Polar bears are left handed </span></li><li><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Butterflies taste with their feet <strong>(how would they know that?)</strong></span></span></li><li><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Starfish don’t have brains <strong>(that's why patrick in sponge bob is dumb)</strong></span></span></li><li><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;">No piece of paper can be folded in half more then 7 times <strong>(I tried it's true)</strong></span></span></li><li><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">You burn more calories when sleeping than you do watching television</span></li><li><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">American Airlines saved 40,000$ in 1987 by taking out one olive from each salad served for first class</span></li><li><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">In the morning apples are more efficient at waking you up then caffeine</span></li><li><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Most dust in your house is dead skin</span></li><li><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Turtles can breathe through their butts <strong>(that's sad)</strong></span></span></li><li><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">The electric chair was invented by a dentist </span></li><li><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">A crocodile cannot stick it’s tongue out </span></li><li><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;">The cigarette lighter was invented before the match <strong>(what?)</strong></span></span></li><li><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;">When hippos are upset, their sweat turns red <strong>(I wanna see that)</strong></span></span></li><li><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">It cost 7 million dollars to build the titanic and 200 million the make the film </span></li><li><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">A dragonfly has a lifespan of 24 hours</span></li><li><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">A giraffe can clean its ears with its tongue</span></li><li><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">A jelly fish is 95% water </span></li><li><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Dolphins sleep with one eye open </span></li><li><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Donald Duck was banned from Finland because he <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">doesn</span>’t wear pants </span></li></ol><p><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">(I got these off the internet so I don't own them nor am I passing them as my own)</span></p><p></p>TheWonderOfYouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08039035493245677860noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602039882860816409.post-56132216468771287832009-07-19T21:28:00.000-07:002009-07-19T21:33:54.828-07:00X Drugs X<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWoCSIe2sDXzkBzjYgQ27VaLlz9TjoOkE5k_yIvmZ87Od3MsfGJ1Tqm1Iv_PhP2C48pBeI0EEP-SjHuhUvzkTEldBXcH1YLoXneci24_BkyPieg5CVdMd2EIfxCQUcZv6RdoiSjOOixBw/s1600-h/drugs(5)[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360395103362595922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWoCSIe2sDXzkBzjYgQ27VaLlz9TjoOkE5k_yIvmZ87Od3MsfGJ1Tqm1Iv_PhP2C48pBeI0EEP-SjHuhUvzkTEldBXcH1YLoXneci24_BkyPieg5CVdMd2EIfxCQUcZv6RdoiSjOOixBw/s400/drugs(5)%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Personally I find drugs are stupid (no offence to people who use it) but it’s true. I really don’t understand the reason why so many people do it. Especially when there at a young age because I find they do it to be cool or to feel like they fit in. But most teens do it over stress (school, parents, etc.) but that’s still not a good reason. It’s not like it will blow all you’re troubles away. You’re basically killing you’re shelf. And the worst part is you can’t stop. Some people say “oh let me just try it once it won’t hurt” YOU’RE WRONG! You will get addicted so fast and you won’t be able to stop even if you try (for most cases). I have never smoked in my life nor have I thought of it and I never will. And I know nice people that got addicted to that stuff and now it seems like I don’t know them anymore. You just feel so discourage because of that. And they don’t understand that it’s killing a lot of people. Like if a person is under a lot of pressure or stress like…<br /><br /><strong>Michael Jackson<br />Elvis Presley<br />Heath Ledger<br />Andy Gibb </strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><strong>Edith Piaff</strong> </span></div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">And many many more...<br /><br />And you know what happened to them? They died because of stupid drugs. You don’t control it, it controls you (I know it sounds cheesy but what ever). I hope that who ever read’s this passes on this message.</span> </div>TheWonderOfYouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08039035493245677860noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602039882860816409.post-9706727654343183892009-07-13T16:12:00.000-07:002009-07-13T16:17:34.505-07:00What?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA7-yJL9xSV_p9DibUVQ5jfinZQVvn4M3vpqcsCNj3_AGx7KHfbW3yM_owYwHf0N5EGEN0kr7LPwdHrbu22YLDWKy7S3_sZyg1Gzbx2iTJhyphenhyphen4qwAOujBn3EpioGjwFXCvY7xb7zbusIPU/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358087592778328114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA7-yJL9xSV_p9DibUVQ5jfinZQVvn4M3vpqcsCNj3_AGx7KHfbW3yM_owYwHf0N5EGEN0kr7LPwdHrbu22YLDWKy7S3_sZyg1Gzbx2iTJhyphenhyphen4qwAOujBn3EpioGjwFXCvY7xb7zbusIPU/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQcht7VfqDvbtsAwBiay-algYYxADCCL-JVACKreD3GhuciWSJ6h90bvF7ANVSr3z_lsGtFsIJb5jGlN5Q5Y0iVKcdN0dmNMGZ50lcbjQYjw7jfT-OQa0QfBLrk-igQ8BUdrIEQKw9bP0/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"></a><br /><br /><div>There’s a lot of things in this world that makes complete no sense to me for example when people say that a cat has 9 lives what the hell does that mean? I mean if the cat dies <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">doesn</span>’t mean she’s going to live again. Another thing is when they make cars of “the future” like in a commercial it says “drive now the 2010 Honda <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">blablabla</span>” Can’t they just make a car from 2009? And when you’re watching a movie and at the very beginning there’s something like “this movie has been formulated to fit this screen” or “do not copy writ this <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">blablabla</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">fbi</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">blablabla</span> fine of 25 000$” They put that thing for like 5 seconds but they still wont let us fast forward during that time. So what’s the point of putting it if no one will have the time to read it? Another thing that bothers me is when people ask you the most stupid questions ever. Like if you tell them “hey I got a tattoo” even though you were very clear they just have to ask again “a tattoo?” I mean why would you want to repeat that? Of when you hurt yourself and you’re screaming in pain but they have to ask “are you <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">ok</span>?” it’s kind of obvious that there not. Or when you ask them to use there stuff like “hey can I use you’re t-shirt?” “Why?” why do you think someone needs a t-shirt? obviously so that they can wear it. </div></div>TheWonderOfYouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08039035493245677860noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602039882860816409.post-35637251221172284422009-07-12T15:07:00.000-07:002009-07-12T15:15:29.303-07:00The Proposal<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCOblWjSKEDb22u4bnU51hyphenhyphenuELGTKivFnvIEx_waKqkmccPoC6Qg1NLUwnUfDy5qU60qeqxLlUHGr6xRgcgeZNtOz4TexHDMm19Y92ofeGB1POjdCbwlkkbbQ1TR5qNNv3oozk6p-tC84/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357700191090461554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 345px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCOblWjSKEDb22u4bnU51hyphenhyphenuELGTKivFnvIEx_waKqkmccPoC6Qg1NLUwnUfDy5qU60qeqxLlUHGr6xRgcgeZNtOz4TexHDMm19Y92ofeGB1POjdCbwlkkbbQ1TR5qNNv3oozk6p-tC84/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><br /></span><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"><strong>I saw the proposal yesterday and it was THE BEST MOVIE EVER!<br /><br />It was one of those movies that is all comedy but turns into something serious at the end or has a love story like “what happens in Vegas”. Ryan Reynolds was so hot! There was a shirtless scene and he has an 8 pack *sigh*. And Sandra Bullock is such a great actress. It was so funny, I mean I wish I could tell you guy’s all my favourite scenes but I don’t want to ruin it for anyone. I’m hoping to watch public enemy’s soon it looks really good and let’s face it Johnny Deep is down right gorgeous</strong></span> </div>TheWonderOfYouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08039035493245677860noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602039882860816409.post-44532505519159026962009-07-02T12:56:00.000-07:002009-07-02T13:06:52.642-07:00Things that annoy me<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixFbWEi_bYdnC044I1uk-ka-Q2O4BJMNnXHryolsSgAPMB4IbMVfl-4teFA0P9mlfINXM3peWKQ6MSvHTEDKuYdsnghyUXIq2CUVfHh3lvRk7oxLizPxZWyXHWl1WG-HFfnecyIRNxx5M/s1600-h/annoying[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353954893642422690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixFbWEi_bYdnC044I1uk-ka-Q2O4BJMNnXHryolsSgAPMB4IbMVfl-4teFA0P9mlfINXM3peWKQ6MSvHTEDKuYdsnghyUXIq2CUVfHh3lvRk7oxLizPxZWyXHWl1WG-HFfnecyIRNxx5M/s400/annoying%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><ol><br /><li><span style="font-size:130%;">when people breath way to loud<br /></span></li><br /><li><span style="font-size:130%;">when they open there mouth when they chew gum<br /></span></li><br /><li><span style="font-size:130%;">when there breath stinks<br /></span></li><br /><li><span style="font-size:130%;">when people want attention<br /></span></li><br /><li><span style="font-size:130%;">when people wear socks with sandals<br /></span></li><br /><li><span style="font-size:130%;">when girls act so slutty to get guys attention<br /></span></li><br /><li><span style="font-size:130%;">when guys think there “gangsters”<br /></span></li><br /><li><span style="font-size:130%;">when people sneeze or cough without covering there mouth<br /></span></li><br /><li><span style="font-size:130%;">when people don’t get the fact there boring but they keep talking<br /></span></li><br /><li><span style="font-size:130%;">when people are so fake with themselves<br /></span></li><br /><li><span style="font-size:130%;">when stupid family channel celebrities get famous<br /></span></li><br /><li><span style="font-size:130%;">when people always complain about there image<br /></span></li><br /><li><span style="font-size:130%;">when commercials are so fake<br /></span></li><br /><li><span style="font-size:130%;">when people think there the best<br /></span></li><br /><li><span style="font-size:130%;">when they cancel good shows </span></li></ol>TheWonderOfYouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08039035493245677860noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602039882860816409.post-58545933779438314412009-07-02T12:17:00.000-07:002009-07-13T17:24:47.240-07:00STUPID INSECTS!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRSmC0EppsPmTibtmSbRJRmzVlAh9hqa4vYARCp4iHcoLMauXZWpatsfZpeg3ij7fl4Ir5x6N2bQZR9qm6nU3PTPFjeCXeN2daDWn4fRdLD6g7b-Z4iAHC3-6JBCU28VVwfZDeenWhzKY/s1600-h/Mosquito[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353948827478319090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRSmC0EppsPmTibtmSbRJRmzVlAh9hqa4vYARCp4iHcoLMauXZWpatsfZpeg3ij7fl4Ir5x6N2bQZR9qm6nU3PTPFjeCXeN2daDWn4fRdLD6g7b-Z4iAHC3-6JBCU28VVwfZDeenWhzKY/s400/Mosquito%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOAddY58pVSqKh_VNU-oWRz2-s4goSrxr63C2UotlOvmioHZYNV3DqaRFSawnrBHgGoNJgSVAxkiKvjfrXv1mqbKyhyphenhyphenQlbCnoNwt01owLsaXSCK4kt7ffWHO623Shy9a2jGYqQqcS4g8A/s1600-h/hj.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353948830468382418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOAddY58pVSqKh_VNU-oWRz2-s4goSrxr63C2UotlOvmioHZYNV3DqaRFSawnrBHgGoNJgSVAxkiKvjfrXv1mqbKyhyphenhyphenQlbCnoNwt01owLsaXSCK4kt7ffWHO623Shy9a2jGYqQqcS4g8A/s400/hj.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">I hate mosquitoes. Yesterday was like the festival of stupid mosquitoes then Canada day. I mean they were literally drinking every drop of blood I had. I mean the worst part was it was only ONE. One damn mosquito hit me like 6 times. And the weirdest part was it would only suck blood from all the right part of my body. Right leg, right arm, right side of my back and I was wearing jeans and it still got me. JEANS! Do u know how thick that is? I mean how long is that stupid nose of his? And it kept coming back even when I was smacking it away. So when I was finally going to sleep the stupid mosquitoes followed me. I mean I know my blood taste great and all but leave some for the others. So it wouldn’t let me sleep and it was like 3:30 am so I went downstairs. Maybe if I would sleep on the couch it could leave. And it work. Until another stupid specie from the insect world came along. It was an earwig. But it didn’t bother me that much because I know they don’t bite. I WAS WRONG. I felt a sudden pinch. And you know when you feel little pain somewhere on you’re body and you think it’s nothing until you look at it and it’s like serious? Well that’s what I though, I look at my leg and the stupid earwig is there just bitting me. It’s 3 in the morning I don’t want to wake anybody up and I don’t want to smack it because all the parts of its body will stick to my body…ew. So I started jumping like an idiot. But it wouldn’t get off of me. So I smack it little and it flew off. I though I was ganna die or become earwig women (it would be cool though) but no nothing happened to me. But the stupid bug got crazy after that. Probably gave him brain damage.<br />So if I have a wish it would obviously be to kill every stupid insect.</span></div></div></div></div></div>TheWonderOfYouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08039035493245677860noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602039882860816409.post-38611276028045678522009-06-25T18:02:00.000-07:002009-06-25T18:59:54.504-07:00The depressing news<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk7RMI1Zqol7cTSpg4AJ_zx_pc6tddccIBbUD9Ydd6OVvBNrzbslr_y1ofD0oT2qcsmOundLDDNqh875v2zFit88uZ6dj4NiBjfW3X_6CWZThL-1X-f0cCaecp7hABEVci7T0-d5sE_Ls/s1600-h/Mj872[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351449920174274962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk7RMI1Zqol7cTSpg4AJ_zx_pc6tddccIBbUD9Ydd6OVvBNrzbslr_y1ofD0oT2qcsmOundLDDNqh875v2zFit88uZ6dj4NiBjfW3X_6CWZThL-1X-f0cCaecp7hABEVci7T0-d5sE_Ls/s400/Mj872%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">It was about 6:20 when I found out, my mom told me my friend was on the phone so I pick it up and I herd the news. The news that changed my life, the moment I said “hey” she yelled it out. “MICHAEL JACKSON IS DEAD”. I couldn’t breathe, my heart was beating like crazy, I mean not even a “hey I have some bad news” no…just a big BAM! Those 4 words made me feel multiple emotions, sad, denial, shock and others that I never felt before. I stop and realised that tears came out automatically. I didn’t want to cry were people were around so I rush in my room, closed the door and sat there. My friend was talking but I wasn’t even paying attention. I didn’t care about anything; I rejected the idea at first. All I could think about was him. His talent that inspired millions of celebrities that made them become what they are today, his talent that amazed thousands and thousands of people. And even after the stupid lies, rumours and rude comments they made about him, he still when on. I took the phone and press end without saying bye. I couldn’t think nor talk at the moment. I just laid there crying and thinking of him. I always knew his health was bad, but I never thought of death coming at his door so soon. I could hear the news downstairs and I could also hear the repeated gasps in the living room. My sister and brother know how much I love him and how much of a fan I am. So the first thing they did was to find me and tell me the bad news. I prayed for them not to find me, I really wanted to be alone but they did, I lock the door but they were still knocking like animals. “Hey Michael Jackson is dead” “ya its true” “open the door” they said the news as if they didn’t care. And each time they would say “His dead” I would cry even more. They finally left. I sat there and cried like I have never cried before. His songs, videos, dance moves his voice kept repeating in my head. It was impossible to believe it. It’s so hard when people can’t face reality because it’s not the way you want it to be. I cried for hours and at one point I didn’t even know were I was. I was so confused. It hit me so hard. I don’t know if I will get over the situation. But one thing that I do know, is that Michael was an amazing artist. A man that will never be forgotten and his legacy will always remain.<br /><br />Rip Michael<br />From you’re always to be fan</span></div>TheWonderOfYouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08039035493245677860noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602039882860816409.post-48813467852543613402009-06-22T16:29:00.000-07:002009-07-13T17:26:00.167-07:0010 tips for girls<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuuAR_NWF1NJuN4AkTaZYfo7eW36SaCwaz23f3HZ_ub0ekuOXa8Zwfr2KudZO36Om8nlbqwmcfdzQFmJJOdgHa8b69I7MkhCDQcxQjL9IVMg7AZWChj7b_VS6x6rvUbtaDJ1usaao8zz0/s1600-h/_lipgloss[1].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353955447532786098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuuAR_NWF1NJuN4AkTaZYfo7eW36SaCwaz23f3HZ_ub0ekuOXa8Zwfr2KudZO36Om8nlbqwmcfdzQFmJJOdgHa8b69I7MkhCDQcxQjL9IVMg7AZWChj7b_VS6x6rvUbtaDJ1usaao8zz0/s400/_lipgloss%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>If you’re a girl and you are having a lot of trouble understanding a guy or trying to get his attention maybe this might help. These are 10 things you should or shouldn’t do!<br /><br />1. Don’t seem to desperate makes you look pathetic<br /><br />2. Don’t wear makeup most guys like girls without it makes you look fake<br /><br />3. Always remember to smell good. I mean breath and body some girls breathe stink like rotten fish that came out an ass<br /><br />4. If you like the guy don’t start the conversation all the time. If you do so and you can see that he is interested in the conversation stop because if he really does like you he will find the courage to start a conversation and if he doesn’t his a pussy<br /><br />5. Don’t complain, the most unattractive to a guy is when a girl complains<br /><br />6. Don’t talk to much, ask him questions too<br /><br />7. To much info about you’re shelf may scare the guy away (like a secret) so be careful to what you are saying<br /><br />8. Let him be the one asking you out<br /><br />9. Let him be the one that leans in and kiss’s you<br /><br />10. Don’t flirt if his not flirting back </strong></span></div>TheWonderOfYouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08039035493245677860noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602039882860816409.post-38828782312184692612009-06-20T11:15:00.000-07:002009-07-02T13:04:55.881-07:00Famous People never fart!! :P<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjFUk0fS7kxOOg_-Gisgw6JWiBJbgXxSRBx1El0flXlmFBzBHdpLvdjTnDRfG4q9xYdafW0TTghRF2NBfOXhNGrSr5tfPURcL2o4KyQ6qnX3tBGX8ek0Ix-3h2bOflh2nntPi7YZq59cs/s1600-h/images[48].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353956256045120274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjFUk0fS7kxOOg_-Gisgw6JWiBJbgXxSRBx1El0flXlmFBzBHdpLvdjTnDRfG4q9xYdafW0TTghRF2NBfOXhNGrSr5tfPURcL2o4KyQ6qnX3tBGX8ek0Ix-3h2bOflh2nntPi7YZq59cs/s400/images%5B48%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>Here’s a weird subject I know but the idea occurred to me a few days ago and I have been meaning to discuss it with you follow <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">bloggers</span>. I don’t know about you but I always question myself does celebrities fart? I mean in an interview or a recording studio or maybe on set? Nobody ever says anything about it. Do they have this special pill or something to prevent farting? And what about teachers? They never fart ether. Imagine a set of a romantic Mexican soap opera<br /><br />Pedro: Maria I love you so <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">much </span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><span class="blsp-spelling-error">Maria</span>: Me too Pedro I don’t want to leave but-<br />Pedro: Please don’t say anything I *fart*<br /><br />Director: <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ok</span> take two on sex scene and Pedro hold it in this time and lay off the burritos<br /><br />Now <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">wouldn</span>’t that be just down right hilarious</strong></span></div>TheWonderOfYouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08039035493245677860noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602039882860816409.post-70791322810834333492009-06-18T16:37:00.000-07:002009-07-02T13:06:00.465-07:00What is Love?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXdCYJbZprBMIqPtAbQh_5qVW_tbPBJ1U7pK-FNBZSb_CY3u1grXnRdm2y5jQF9Iy2FEs9pcRUPdzNVinzIOUDYl7lNOUoImA0b6AFwH9OX4kEaHVzqpWQUqRjm-y_ekkY1iLGIlc0Ckk/s1600-h/images[39].jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353956544807126274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXdCYJbZprBMIqPtAbQh_5qVW_tbPBJ1U7pK-FNBZSb_CY3u1grXnRdm2y5jQF9Iy2FEs9pcRUPdzNVinzIOUDYl7lNOUoImA0b6AFwH9OX4kEaHVzqpWQUqRjm-y_ekkY1iLGIlc0Ckk/s400/images%5B39%5D.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLcG4uPEGtyUrJAt7BQXd0YseaFbBqwkY3dK7cEfozkc1QIIKeGtE-BmuzKhrmiOq9kg2vPh2rYtb6cJnib50xSkSgtoK92bFnRxmPliuGag354sdY-YxAqhNofAOUXEMmdy1xuikZXHU/s1600-h/images[22].jpg"></a><br /><br /><div align="center">Sometimes I can't help but question myself what is love? Does it even exist? Can everybody fall in love? How do you know when you're in love? All these questions are never answered and I don't think it ever will until I find the one. Because I feel that love is a feeling you can learn from not question. But it is confusing. They writ songs, poetry, movies, and books about it yet do we truly know if it is true? Maybe, maybe not. When I was reading <strong>the notebook</strong> witch is a story about 2 lovers that has a love so powerful that it can overcome any problem they face. While I was reading this page turner I wondered if 2 people can fall in love like that. Or even love each other until the day they die. But in my opinion every person finds a special someone then marries them but the time that you spend with them makes you so close to them that you don't want to be separated not because you love them. Well partially the reason is because you love them but when you turn 60 or 70 that love will die soon and all you have left is that feeling of being with them and you need them so much you don't realise that you don’t love them anymore. I find that sad. But I hope that someone does experience a love so true like <strong>the note book</strong> </div></div>TheWonderOfYouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08039035493245677860noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4602039882860816409.post-82937513360907113412009-06-18T15:49:00.000-07:002009-06-18T17:08:02.947-07:00Story-The Black Shadow<div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;">The Black Shadow<br /></span>By: <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Pressilia</span><br /><br /><br /><br />Night time again my favourite part or the day when you can just go to sleep and forget about all you’re worries. I prepared myself for bed wash my face brush my teeth prepare my cloths for tomorrow. I sat silently in my bed thinking deeply in to my thoughts I look at the clock it was 11:34 pm at this time everyone is asleep except me it was never easy for me to sleep although I never knew why. Maybe if I listened to my music I could sleep, maybe something gentle soothing I search the songs on my I-pod and found the perfect song Bella’s Lullaby I have loved that song ever since I herd it was just so beautiful. But I herd something else then the song, something like a cry for help in the background and it was coming from downstairs I stop the music to hear it better but the only thing I herd was complete silence. I turned the music back on and I herd it again but louder I stop my music again and then I herd it, it was like 2 birds getting a shock or a very scratchy scream or maybe a cat in pain crying for help, and I herd a few footsteps. Then I herd the weirdest voice, I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">couldn</span>’t tell what the hell it was saying, and I could still hear the scratchy sound in the background. I was getting more scared by the minute. A million and one question are just swirling in my head, who was doing those noises? Was it a burglar? What does he want and who would rob a house at this time? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Isin</span>’t it a bit too early? And what on earth is doing that annoying screaming? I got to a conclusion the only way to find out is to go downstairs myself I’m the only one to help that weird person or animal that’s doing those sounds. At first I was way too scared to move after a few minutes I got up but realised what would I do if the burglar has a gun or some other weapon? I look in my drawer trying to make the less sound as possible for him no to know that someone else is awake. The only good thing that I found was a pen that could protect me and some old dental floss the pen is for sticking it in his leg so he won’t get away or run and the dental floss is to strangle him If things get way out of hand. I took a deep breath and I heading to the stairs, each step I took made me question whether or not I should be doing this, at the end of the stairs I felt the cold floor underneath my feet that made me shiver. The screaming was getting louder and the foot steps. I started walking threw the halls trying to find out were the sound it coming from. It was from the living room as I was about to turn the corner and unveil this person I saw a shadow coming towards me a big black shadow I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">couldn</span>’t tell much about it only that it was a shadow of a man, a big man actually. The shadow was getting bigger and bigger I was solid stiff I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">couldn</span>’t move because of my fear and the burglar came right in front of me it was dark and the only light in the house was coming from behind him leaving his face in shadows he was holding a knife in his right hand then he lifted it up I though he was going to stab me but he was heading for the light switch behind me, as the lights turn on all my fear turn into foolishness. the so called burglar was my dad and the knife that he had was actually a big marker “Amy? What are you still doing? It’s late and you have school tomorrow?” he said “Dad?” I said in a surprised voice “Well…I herd these weird noises like someone screaming for help and I was wondering what it was” I continued in a hesitated voice “Oh that was me I was writing on the card board those marker <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">aren</span>’t that good ” he said in a amusing voice as I look behind him there were 2 big white <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">cardboards</span> and on both of them written in big red bold letters APARTMENT FOR RENT he’s renting our old apartment, everything made complete sense now and I realised how foolish I acted tonight “Oh well <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">ummm</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">ok</span> I’m going to go to sleep now” I turn around and I was practically running to the stairs and I though I herd a chuckle from my dad when I went in my room got into bed and started thinking of how stupid I acted but in a weird was it was an awesome quest you might say.</span> </span></div>TheWonderOfYouhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08039035493245677860noreply@blogger.com0