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Today is my birthday, and Shona, my friend from Ireland, sent me an audio file of herself singing 'Happy Birthday'. The way she says my name makes me laugh every time I listen to it. :) What a nice gift. Thank you Shona! I have uploaded it to SUPLOAD, and any of you may get it and listen to it here:   It is about 474 Kb and is numbered thusly: 588925919.wma Enjoy! | ||||||||||
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 pissed offI dun understand a society which allows children to go through school unable to read, picking and choosing the days they wish to attend, terrorising whole classrooms with their behaviour which the admins dun want to have to deal with but instead push back on the teachers. It starts early when people learn they can be pains in the asses and get rewarded for it. | ||||||||||
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 peacefulOver here at Dj, however, I do not just make random posts because I feel that a lot of little commentary type entries have a tendency to annoy friends who must wade through them to get to their more important friends' posts, so what I do is use my melo for that. The difference with melo [melodramatic.com] is that it is more of a 'way of life' site than this. It's like, people get up in the morning and log in to melo, and no matter what they are doing whilst at home and many times even at work, they are on melo in the background. I know some people who use it like other people do Twitter. They continually post little entries or comments, called gspots, to let everyone know what is passing through their minds even though many might not care. They check their melos on their phones and make posts from there. When they come home from a night of sociality, they get on melo and either answer their gspots, make a post about their day or get on the Wall and chat back and forth with people in semi-real time. I say semi-real because many times there is a substantial lag in submitting a line of text and when it appears on the wall, especially if you have a retarded connection like I do, but I dun use the wall anymore anyway. You also can see all the users who are on the site, so if your friends are on, you can go and say hello. With melo, you also have the option of folders, so that your 'front page' might look a certain way all the time much like a standard web page with an index, yet you could be making posts all over the place behind this placid front page which others access with links to the specific folders, which you can decorate much like you can decortate the rooms in your house. I had someone come on my front page the other day and ask me where all the new stuff was because much of the time my front page has the same pretty rose picture on it that Hashi gave me because it is my 'standard'. But I have one folder I post shiznit to all the time called 'Like Twitter but NOT'. It is simple and readable, and I dun feel bad for putting unimportant thoughts on it. I get more feedback from those posts than I get many times from bigger ones. Because everyone has a tendency to know or have heard about others on the site, the term melodramatic also comes into play. 'Tis like a small town environment where everyone knows everyone else, or THINKS they know. People have arguments, people take sides, people run amock! It's kinda fun sometimes and kinda lame other times. :-p People can say what they want about the site. Many of us use it to suit our own needs and convenience and choice in online 'friends'. I think the concept behind it is great, however. I just wish it worked a little faster. :-p | ||||||||||
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 This is what happens when you get weirdos on your melo trying to do baaaad things. haha!  | ||||||||||
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 My friend octoberskies has asked me to post a prayer and general assistance request for a little boy named Jacob who has recently been diagnosed with the disease known as Hypophosphatasia.Toby has given me a link here that gives some more details about the disease as well as ways you can help Jacob to receive treatment. 'Depending on the severity of the skeletal disease, there may be deformity of the limbs and chest. Pneumonia can result if chest distortion is severe. Recurrent fractures can occur.Teeth may be lost prematurely, have wide pulp (inside) chambers, and thereby be predisposed to cavities. As yet, there is no cure for hypophosphatasia and no proven medical therapy. Some medications are being evaluated. Treatment is generally directed towards preventing or correcting the symptoms or complications.' Toby is involved with this because she is a friend of the band, State of Man, whose drummer little Jacob is related to. Please visit this link or octoberskies' site to find out more about how you can help. The goal is to raise enough money to cover medical expenses and to send Jacob to the Shriners Hospital in St. Louis, MO where they have a special department set up to study and treat people with this baffling disease. Even if you canny donate, you can still remember Jacob in your prayers and thoughts. No child should have to be going through this, and when you think that there is no cure at this time, it's very scary. Jacob needs our help. Thank you. :) | ||||||||||
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Every morning I receive an email from the man who wrote Conversations with God, Neal Donald Walsch. Now admittedly, my conversations with God are not so complimentary and philosophical and run more to the tune of, ''Oh my feckin' god, why are you torturing me soooooo?' Neal, on the other hand seems to bask in god's good side [which I might also if I had Neal's money from writing books about his conversations with God heh, but I digress.] Many times Neal sends psychological truisms which I find comforting. Sometimes I say, 'Oh SURE Neal,' and I chuck the email in the bin, but sometimes I like what I read. Yesterday he said this, and I happen to know it is true. (I'll write it in a second). At my most desperate, I usually turn to God and Our Lady and all my angels and saints and start begging. I think of things to be thankful for. I pray. I repent and tell god stuff like, 'You KNOW how I am. What did you make me this way for if you didna like it huh?' I get out my symbolic things and cling to them. What I have found lately is that if I BELIEVE that I am being helped, I feel better and things go better. If I ask for something and have the expectation of receiving it, I feel better. This is what Neal wrote yesterday: ...that peace is not merely a distant goal that we seek, but a means by which we arrive at that goal. So, whatever is bothering you today, dun worry it like a dog with a bone. Think about your problem being solved and imagine in your mind that it is getting solved. Hold that belief and keep thinking of little things to be thankful for. Say them outloud. If you dun believe in God, thank Nature or Life or whomever you do believe in. John Lennon said it also when he wrote that song, 'Imagine.' Shakespeare said it when he said nothing is so but what thinking MAKES it so. Think some good thoughts today. :)  <---- This is your brain thinking good thoughts!♥ | ||||||||||
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 sadSome have a lifetime, some just a day love isn't something you measure that way nothing's ever forever, forever's a lie all we have is between hello and goodbye  It's not how long the spring, it's not how wide the skyit's just how sweet the time between hello and goodbye The music has ended I still hear the song our moment was brief, but our kisses were long Though the loving is over the love of you stays and the memory will warm me the rest of my days It's not how long the spring, it's not how wide the sky it's just how sweet the time between hello and goodbye We never shared September or watched the colors of fall but in that wink of time we had we knew we had it all It's not how long the spring, it's not how wide the sky it's just how sweet the time between hello and goodbye --'From Noon Till Three' Lyrics by Bergman - Image | ||||||||||
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...doing things other people would find ridiculous. Yesterday, besides this and gathering news for my political site, I worked on what I call my fan sites. I have a few of them. Certain people captured my interest when I was little, and I never grew out of it, so I have journals where I collect information and pictures about them. 'Tis nothing special. Then I started back again on my religious site. I have had it a long time. I like it a lot. I used to work on it weekly, but then I got lazy. I have another art site where I collect Japanese art. I just like collecting things. I should have made my own museum in real life, but that takes money, so I just do it on the net. That's why I love the internet! :) | ||||||||||
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 I think it's a combination of the north wind blowing and the waxing moon, oh, and the 20 fecking bastard kids running around in a PACK downstairs that has put me in a mood. I'm set to kill today. The cats didna let me sleep last night either, and I really needed it. Someone on the radio is singing 'It's Nature's way of telling you something's wronnngggg...' right now in case I didna get it.This picture is like something I envision in my nightmares, if I had nightmares. That would require sleep heh. I shortened my friend list because I am feeling mean. It's a bit of a slap in the face to continue to read about people's problems and shit and try to sympathise, only to be %100 ignored, so I am over it. I'm just pissed today. Dun mind me. By Rick Zolkower | ||||||||||
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