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Open Question: Do you enjoy Mice in the house?

After attending the funeral of a Welsh mouse killed by an eighty year old lady with a broom, three mice, one from England, one from Scotland and one from Ireland, are sitting at a bar trying to impress each other with how tough they are. The English mouse throws down a shot of bourbon, slams the empty glass onto the bar, turns to the Scottish mouse and says, "When I see a mousetrap, I lie on my back and set it off with my foot. When the bar comes down, I catch it in my teeth, bench press it twenty times to work up an appetite, and then make off with the cheese." The Scottish mouse orders up two shots of tequila, drinks them down one after the other, slams both glasses onto the bar, turns to the English mouse and replies, "Oh yeah? When I see rat poison, I collect as much as I can, take it home, grind it up to a powder, and add it to my coffee each morning so I can get a good buzz going for the rest of the day." The English mouse and the Scottish mouse then turn to the Irish mouse. The Irish mouse finishes the Guinness he has in front of him, lets out a long sigh and says to the two, "I don't have time for this bullshit, I'm going home to shag the cat."  more

Open Question: I have writers block so bad... what should i put next? also, is this any good 4 a 1st draft?

“You’re so lucky to have wings, Raphy.” I sighed looking over my shoulder at the tall male figure standing behind me. I spread out my arms and flapped them up and down as if they could somehow magically turn into bright, pure angel wings like Raphael’s. When I was that age, about five or six, that was all I wanted. I didn’t care about my world crumbling away every passing second; I just cared about the fact I wanted to be just like him, to be one of his kind -whatever that was- to be able to soar across the sky and look down on the entire world below, not caring about anything. This evening was simply perfect. It was warm, but not too hot, the sun was just setting and I was on the beach with my favourite person in the world. This was the closest to heaven I’d ever get without my wings. “There’s no use having wings and not being able to fly, kid.” Raphael said with a sigh as the ocean breeze swept through his sandy blonde hair. I looked at him as he gazed out at the amber sky that reflected in the sea, his dark, wide steel blue-grey eyes focusing on nothing else. Raphael was easily the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen; even now I’m still trying to find something half as stunning as him. His face was pale and angelic, so much that he didn’t look real; he was like a Greek statue carved to perfection. Then of course, you had his body. Raphael was pretty tall and he had more than his fair share of muscles yet he was surprisingly slender and lithe and, of course, his wings were beyond breath-taking. They were just like how I imagined fallen angel wings, they were a black that made even the night sky look like day but the tips of the feathers were a stunning blood-red. “But you can fly, Raphy, I know you can!” I said turning around to face him fully. I’d never seen him fly, but I knew he could do it. He had the heart of a phoenix, or so he said. He also had the power over fire and had supposedly been reborn hundreds of times straight from the ashes he’d created. That always made me wonder about how old he really was, he didn’t look a day over twenty but he’d always looked that way ever since the day he found me. He laughed dryly, “I wish I could... I really do... especially with a war like this brewing.” he murmured raising his head to the over-cast evening sky. I wished I knew what he was thinking at that moment, I still do. Raphael thought so much and talked so little, the opposite of me, but that just added to his divinity and the proud father image he tried to portray. I always had known Raphael wasn’t my real dad and he’d literally just found me one day, but I didn’t care. He was the only family I’d ever known. I guess that’s why it tore me apart so much when I woke up and he wasn't there. “You’re always so dramatic, Raphy.” I said laughing, completely ignoring his comment on ‘war’. I’m not sure why I did that, I really do regret not questioning him further. Raphael smiled and looked down at me and his dark, almost life-less, eyes started to sparkle like stars, for no apparent reason. It was a scarily beautiful sight. “You know what, kid” he said after a long pause, “I’m going to learn to fly tonight.” My eyes grew and so did my toothy smile. Raphael was finally going to fly! “Can you teach me when you’ve learned?” I asked hopefully cupping my small hands together. “Sure, kid.” Raphael replied. I laughed as he bent down to hug me. That was the end of a perfect evening. The last evening I ever spent with Raphael. I’d never found out what had happened to him or where he went. Did he ever manage to fly? Did he kill himself in the process? There were so many unanswered questions and if that didn’t add to the problems, an incredible war started exactly a week after he left, a war I found myself right in the middle of. 1 “Come on Aria, get up!” “I don’t wanna...” I moaned turning back onto my side. It was safe to say I wasn’t a morning person and today was no exception. In fact, today was the tenth year anniversary of Raphael’s ‘disappearance’ and I had partially started to doubt he’d even existed. I mean, people with wings? Come on, that sort of thing was physically impossible. I actually didn’t really have any real memory of him, but I did keep dreaming of a pure, beautiful, angelic man who had literally ‘taken me under his wing’ and after those dreams, I’d remember everything about him again, his voice, his personality, his stature, his fatherly features if only it was for a split second. But as soon as I’d remembered him, the memory faded within seconds until the next morning. It was so strange. “Who cares if you wanna? You have to. Come on, Aria we’re in a war here.” Grey replied shaking me slightly. Grey was one of the many orphans like me who were practically soldiers fighting in a war we knew nothing about, but he tried the hardest to fight in this war and win it, hence why he found himself nominated the leader of our grou group in Unit. Grey had ironically beautiful wide gray eyes and pretty long grey-white hair which he tied up into a small pony-tail with the same colour stubble to match. He had his fair share of muscle and fighting skills and was a natural born leader. He was also, most importantly, my first and only crush. “So?” I murmured batting him away. Grey sighed. “You’re the only one not awake you know.” “I don’t care.” I replied pulling my blanket over my head. It was dreary and faded, as was everything else I’d ever known. Grey sighed again. “Why are you being so difficult?” *it's supposed 2 be individual group*  more

Voting Question: i need help with my creative writing coursework?

The deadline is tomorrow and i need help to conclude my writing this is what i have so far: With the straps of my bag resting heavily on my shoulders, I took a slow, deep breath and turned to face the sharp winter’s breeze; blowing around my weary face. Another hard day was finished and I couldn’t wait to just get home and relax. It’s not like there was anything or anyone waiting for me, I was just relieved to finally be out of that dingy office. I rarely enjoyed the long walk home, especially on days like this but today was an exception. The golden-brown leaves lay on the wet grass and were swept up like a whirlwind by the sudden gust of air. The normally busy park was now dormant until another day as the sun set slowly, and its orange glaze coated the park and the surrounding flats. The park seemed to come alive as the sunlight faded. Squirrels appeared from nowhere and scurried across the park between the larger trees. The birds’ song is usually masked by the buzz of cars and people going about their everyday life. But all of that was gone now; it was beautiful. It took me only 10 minutes to walk the breadth of the park because I lacked that lethargy in my walk. The mountain of steps however, seemed to take an eternity to ascend; I had to stop twice to regain my breath. The tiny drops of rain seemed to tickle my skin as they gathered to form bigger droplets and run down my arm. It rained hard last week. I was completely drenched; I had the sniffles for weeks. I noticed a doorway which was sheltered from the ever increasing rain. Out of my left inner pocket I reached for my Mayfair Lights, pulling out the last one and discarding the newly crumpled packet on the floor. As I placed the cigarette between my lips and lit it I heard a soft, yet crisp voice appear from over my shoulder. “You shouldn’t smoke kid”; his voice seemed to reverberate through my mind as he placed his hand on to my left shoulder. I turned and; “Dad? How are you?” I asked. “Crap weather nowadays ‘ey? I’m not too bad son, yourself?” As the conversation unfolded the rain ceased and the skies cleared. We began to stroll through the winding streets of the town centre, enjoying each other’s company. My dad never visited me very often so I was glad to spend this small amount of time with him. “I’d kill for a coffee and a biscuit.” He said. “I hear Horse Pond café is open till seven.” I used to remember the absolute delight of being taken there as a small child, we were good friends to the family; the Jenkins. They had a young daughter called Jenny; she was only a few years older than me. She’s moved away now though. There is just Mrs Jenkins left nowadays. The poor woman’s all by herself now, after Alf passed away two years ago. I hear business is still pretty good nevertheless. Her peanut butter sandwiches sell out in twenty minutes on a Saturday morning. maybe end with the dad dying? then its as if he is speaking at a funeral and he returns to his seat? i dont know but help please :)  more

Voting Question: Any ideas of how to continue this chapter? any help is appreciated!?

“You’re so lucky to have wings, Raphy.” I sighed looking over my shoulder at the tall male figure standing behind me. I spread out my arms and flapped them up and down as if they could somehow magically turn into bright, pure angel wings like Raphael’s. When I was that age, about five or six, that was all I wanted. I didn’t care about my world crumbling away every passing second; I just cared about the fact I wanted to be just like him, to be one of his kind -whatever that was- to be able to soar across the sky and look down on the entire world below, not caring about anything. This evening was simply perfect. It was warm, but not too hot, the sun was just setting and I was on the beach with my favourite person in the world. This was the closest to heaven I’d ever get without my wings. “There’s no use having wings and not being able to fly, kid.” Raphael said with a sigh as the ocean breeze swept through his sandy blonde hair. I looked at him as he gazed out at the amber sky that reflected in the sea, his dark, wide steel blue-grey eyes focusing on nothing else. Raphael was easily the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen; even now I’m still trying to find something half as stunning as him. His face was pale and angelic, so much that he didn’t look real; he was like a Greek statue carved to perfection. Then of course, you had his body. Raphael was pretty tall and he had more than his fair share of muscles yet he was surprisingly slender and lithe and, of course, his wings were beyond breath-taking. They were just like how I imagined fallen angel wings, they were a black that made even the night sky look like day but the tips of the feathers were a stunning blood-red. “But you can fly, Raphy, I know you can!” I said turning around to face him fully. I’d never seen him fly, but I knew he could do it. He had the heart of a phoenix, or so he said. He also had the power over fire and had supposedly been reborn hundreds of times straight from the ashes he’d created. That always made me wonder about how old he really was, he didn’t look a day over twenty but he’d always looked that way ever since the day he found me. He laughed dryly, “I wish I could... I really do... especially with a war like this brewing.” he murmured raising his head to the sky. I wished I knew what he was thinking at that moment, I still do. Raphael thought so much and talked so little, the opposite of me, but that just added to his divinity and the proud father image he tried to portray. I always had known Raphael wasn’t my real dad and he’d literally just found me one day, but I didn’t care. He was the only family I’d ever known. I guess that’s why it tore me apart so much when I woke up and he wasn't there. “You’re always so dramatic, Raphy.” I said laughing, completely ignoring his comment on ‘war’. I’m not sure why I did that, I really do regret not questioning him further. Raphael smiled and looked down at me and his dark, almost life-less, eyes started to sparkle like stars, for no apparent reason. It was a scarily beautiful sight. “You know what, kid” he said after a long pause, “I’m going to learn to fly tonight.” My eyes grew and so did my toothy smile. Raphael was finally going to fly! “Can you teach me when you’ve learned?” I asked hopefully cupping my small hands together. “Sure, kid.” Raphael replied. I laughed as he bent down to hug me. That was the end of a perfect evening. The last evening I ever spent with Raphael. I’d never found out what had happened to him or where he went. Did he ever manage to fly? Did he kill himself in the process? There were so many unanswered questions and if that didn’t add to the problems, an incredible war started exactly a week after he left, a war I found myself right in the middle of. 1 “Come on Aria, get up!” “I don’t wanna...” I moaned turning back onto my side. It was safe to say I wasn’t a morning person and today was no exception. In fact, today was the tenth year anniversary of Raphael’s ‘disappearance’ and I had partially started to doubt he’d even existed. I mean, people with wings? Come on, that sort of thing was physically impossible. I actually didn’t really have any real memory of him, but I did keep dreaming of a pure, beautiful, angelic man who had literally ‘taken me under his wing’ and after those dreams, I’d remember everything about him again, his voice, his personality, his stature, his fatherly features if only it was for a split second. But as soon as I’d remembered him, the memory faded within seconds until the next morning. It was so strange. “Who cares if you wanna? You have to. Come on, Aria we’re in a war here.” Grey replied shaking me slightly. Grey was one of the many orphans like me who were practically soldiers fighting in a war we knew nothing about, but he tried the hardest to fight in this war and win it, hence why he found himself nominated the leader of our group. Grey had ironicall Grey had ironically beautiful wide gray eyes and pretty long grey-white hair with the same colour stubble to match. He had his fair share of muscle and fighting skills and was a natural born leader. He was also, most importantly, my first and only crush. “So?” I murmured batting him away. Grey sighed. “You’re the only one not awake you know.” “I don’t care.” I replied pulling my blanket over my head. It was dreary and faded, as was everything else I’d ever known. haha sorry bout that!  more

Resolved Question: Need help with story, please read and tell me what you think.?

Can you have a look at this and tell me where i should go from here. Also is there a site where i can put it which is guaranteed to review it fast. thanks. i know its long so if you just want to read the last bit or first bit or whatever and tell me what you think that's fine. The high grey walls, thick with creepers, towered over Jiaan, protecting Nalitor from brigands and, in the darker days, (that were also thankfully the ancient days) Goblins, Drekens, evil Meslaa, and even the Night Lord himself on one occasion, through some miracle they beating him. Nalitor was the safest place in all of Nathunia, even if the walls around the nation did not exist, because it was the only place in the entire world where hundreds, if not thousands of Meslaa lived and trained. Meslaa, witch people. Humans and Elves who could wield the Power, it was unnatural no-one should be able to change the world around them, only the Gods should be able to that. Jiaan had no qualms about people using magic to help cure others, but fighting with magic wasn’t right. It wasn’t natural. It was blasphemy for anyone other than the Gods to use Magic in that way. That was why so few people who could not use the Power lived here, despite it being the safest place to live. But Nalitor was where the best money was for arms men were, so Nalitor was where Jiaan had gone. Some of the best Generals in history had trained here, Sir Lawrence Boon who stopped the Pirates invasion, Kratro Micron who lead the charge in the final battle with the Night Lord, and Robet Sik who died protecting Princess Laila from Drekens. Jiaan yawn. “Long night last night son?” the man in front of him asked. Jiaan felt guilty and he remembered the blond girl in the bar, how her red dress and bi curves had reminded him of Tuli, and how, late last night he had, being very drunk on the local beer, had gone behind the bar and..... going red Jiaan just nodded at the man. “Nothing to be ashamed of lad, might as well get it while you can, it’s not like their going let us out of an evening to go to the pubs in the area. If there are any here.” The man at the front finished answering the Sergeants questions and Jiaan was relieved that the man in front was called to sign on next. Even in the cold weather he felt hot, and was glad that the man had somehow mistaken his guilty feeling towards Tuli, with feeling ashamed about what had happened. Not that he wasn’t ashamed but he had been drunk at the time, the girl had reminded him of his fiancée back home, and. Somehow he didn’t think that would cut much ice with Tuli when she found out. She would, she knew everything. Once he had borrowed her horse, just to go over to Old man Ted’s house to help him with the harvest, he had put it back in it’s stable, the same way as he had found it and she still had found out. She didn’t disapprove of him helping Ted, it was just the borrowing without asking that she didn’t approve of. Jiaan reverently prayed for a storm, a flood, anything that would prevent him having to face her for a couple of weeks, or at least until he could come up with a good excuse . The man in front of Jiaan in the queue finished answering the Sergeants question, and moved off towards the stable. Then it was Jiaan turn. “Name, age, place of birth, please.” The old Sergeant behind the desk rapped at him. “Jiaan Leso, twenty one, born in Sianul, that’s a village in Cianthul” “One of the Cians, there’s a couple of other’s from there, but I don’t think there’s any from Sianul, where’s that? Jiaan shifted on his feet, whenever he mentioned his village no one seemed to know where it was but everyone seemed to want to know where it was, and when they found out they seemed to want to get out of his way as soon as they could. “Near the Lost Forest Sir” “Ah, I know that, well lad you’ll be fighting more than demons and ghosts here, the creatures here are all real. Next of Kin?” “Sanduan Leso, she’s my mother, she lives in the same village.” Jiaan explained, still taken back that the Sergeant was not showing him the way out “Are you here to join the army, or are you going to Validor?” “The army, I cannot use the Power, and have no intention of ever learning to, and do not in any way wish to be associated with using it.” Jiaan said, anger and outrage in his voice. “Don’t be to ready to do away with the Power lad, why there was a girl the other day, as pretty as a picture, a few years younger than you mind, she was going to Validor, s not everything to do with the Power can be bad. If you can’t use the Power what weapons can you use then boy?” the Sergeant asked, his voice mocking. Jiaan bristled, he might not be as old as the Sergeant, but he certainly no boy. “I can use swords, daggers and the bow are reasonably well thanking you, and I have been able to do so since I was twelve years old.” Jiaan said, putting every bit of defiance he could on those words. The old Sergeant behind the desk smiled “I  more

Voting Question: are there any women living on their own independently cos things jst never worked for them with relationships?

im just curious. as im 23 and i have had NO luck with men whatsoever, theyve all turned out really nasty on me and im on my own trying to look forward to a life which i will probably spend alone. if their are some women living on their own, what age are u, and how did things go with u and ur relationships as u went throught late teens - early twenties im finding it very difficult they seem so immature  more

Voting Question: My supposedly best friend wont acknowledge my new boyfriend!?

Myself and best friend are in our late twenties, and she has always been a true friend to me and vice versa. Last month I met a guy who she kinda introduced me to, to be honest I wasnt really looking for a relationship but it turns out he's a complete gent and I do really like him. I noticed a difference in my friend over the last 2-3 weeks, her attitude towards me has changed and she has gone very ratty with me. She never speaks his name and never asks after him which i cant understand because it's not as if I babble on about him, infact I feel as if I cant mention his name when I'm with her. The only time she refers to him is to get a dig in by saying childish & silly things about him ie. reminding me not to forget about her and that she told her other friend I met someone and that other friend of hers said that she might not see me as much now that fact that I'm seeing someone, even if her friend did say this to her, why the hell is she repeating it back to me??? I would understand this had I have changed since meeting him but I asure you nothing has changed in our friendship, we still go out on the town together the same amount of times as before. It's like she in waiting for me to step out of line. We havent actually spoke about this but it's like we both know something is wrong and I am a softie and I know she is feeding on my weakness as I hate conflict. To be fair I feel as if this is a form of bullying. I would never deny any friend, let alone her, of a chance happiness and I havent in the past. We had a girls holiday toegther in Jan and had arranged to get another one in October but the way I feel about her now I have no interest in going away with her but she keeps talking about the hol in Oct making sure Im not forgetting about it(* even more so now because I'm seeing someone) But little does she know she is driving me away and I wouldnt put up with week away of her bossing me around. The way I see it, her nose is out out of joint...but why? Nothing has changed and if she was any sort of friend she wouldnt have went on like this in the first place, so even an apology at this stage is not going to make things better..I've really seen a side to her that I never knew exsisted. The final straw was yesterday when I was out with my boyfriend and she called while we were in the car, I talked away and caught up with her on all the gossip (as we usually do) but I had to end the call because we were walking into the cinema, but she got so cheeky that I said I have to go!!! This whole situtation is getting me down big time and I dont want it to, because for once in a very long time I'm actually very happy so any advice would be greatly appreciated Cheers guys.....!  more

Resolved Question: Can someone tell me what they think of the start of my english project?

“You’re so lucky to have wings, Raphy.” I sighed looking over my shoulder at the tall masculine figure standing behind me. I spread out my arms and flapped them up and down as if they could somehow magically turn into bright, pure angel wings like Raphael’s. When I was that age, about five or six, that was all I wanted. I didn’t care about my world crumbling away every passing second; I just cared about the fact I wanted to be just like him, to be one of his kind, to be able to soar across the sky and look down on the entire world below. This evening was simply perfect. It was warm, but not too hot, the sun was just setting and I was on the beach with my favourite person in the world. This was the closest to heaven I’d ever get without my wings. “There’s no use having wings and not being able to fly, kid.” Raphael said with a sigh as the ocean breeze swept through his sandy blonde hair. I looked at him as he gazed out at the amber sky that reflected in the sea, his dark eyes focusing on nothing else. Raphael was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen; even now I’m still trying to find something half as stunning as him. His face was pale and angelic and his wings were beyond breath-taking. They were a black that made even the night sky look like day but the tips of the feathers were a stunning blood-red. “But you can fly, Raphy, I know you can!” I said turning around to face him fully. I’d never seen him fly, but I knew he could do it. He clearly had the heart of a phoenix. He also had the power over fire and had supposedly been reborn hundreds of times straight from the ashes he’d created. That always made me wonder about how old he really was, he didn’t look a day over twenty but he’d always looked that way ever since the day he found me. He laughed dryly, “I wish I could... I really do... especially with a war like this brewing.” he murmured raising his head to the sky. I wished I knew what he was thinking at that moment, I still do. Raphael thought so much and talked so little, the opposite of me, but that just added to his divinity and the proud father image he tried to portray. I always had known Raphael wasn’t my real dad and he’d literally just found me one day, but I didn’t care. He was the only family I’d ever known. I guess that’s why it tore me apart so much when I woke up and never found him there. “You’re always so dramatic, Raphy.” I said laughing, completely ignoring his comment on ‘war’. I’m not sure why I did that, I really do regret not questioning him further. Raphael smiled and looked down at me and his dark, almost life-less, eyes started to sparkle like stars, for no apparent reason. It was a scarily beautiful sight. “You know what, kid” he said after a long pause, “I’m going to learn to fly tonight.” My eyes grew and so did my toothy smile. Raphael was finally going to fly! “Can you teach me when you’ve learned?” I asked hopefully cupping my small hands together. “Sure, kid.” Raphael replied. I laughed as he bent down to hug me. That was the end of a perfect evening. The last evening I ever spent with Raphael. I’d never found out what had happened to him or where he went. Did he ever manage to fly? Did he kill himself in the process? There were so many unanswered questions and if that didn’t add to the problems, an incredible war started exactly a week after he left, a war I found myself right in the middle of. 1 “Come on...., get up!” “I don’t wanna!" I moaned turning back onto my side. It was safe to say I wasn’t a morning person and today was no exception. In fact, today was the tenth year anniversary of Raphael’s ‘disappearance’ and I had partially started to doubt he’d even existed. I mean, people with wings? Come on, that sort of thing was physically impossible. I actually didn’t really have any physical memory of him, but I did keep dreaming of a pure, beautiful, angelic man who had literally ‘taken me under his wing’ and after those dreams, I’d remember everything about him again, his voice, his personality, his stature, his fatherly features if only it was for a split second. But as soon as I’d remembered him, the memory faded within seconds until the next morning. It was so strange. “Who cares if you wanna? You have to. Come on, ... we’re in a war here.” Grey replied shaking me slightly. Grey was one of the many orphans like me who were practically soldiers fighting in a war we knew nothing about, but he tried the hardest to fight in this war and win it, hence why he found himself nominated the leader of our group. Grey had ironically beautiful wide gray eyes and pretty long grey-white hair with the same colour stubble to match. He had his fair share of muscle and fighting skills and was a natural born leader. He was also, most importantly, my first and only crush. “So?” I murmured batting him away. Grey sighed. “You’re the only one not awake you know.” “I don’t care.” I replied pulling btw, the ... is because i haven't thought of a character name 4 the main girl lol  more

Resolved Question: how can i improve this scene?

it's just the 1st draft of a prolouge for my english project. i'm 13. all critism is appreciated. “You’re so lucky to have wings, Raphy.” I sighed looking over my shoulder at the tall figure standing behind me. I spread out my arms and flapped them up and down as if they could somehow magically turn into bright, pure angel wings like Raphael’s. When I was that age, about five or six, that was all I wanted. I didn’t care about my world crumbling away every passing second; I just cared about the fact I wanted to be just like him, to be one of his kind, to be able to soar across the sky and look down on the entire world below. “There’s no use having wings and not being able to fly, kid.” Raphael said with a sigh as the ocean breeze swept through his blonde hair. I looked at him as he gazed out at the amber sky that reflected in the sea, his dark eyes focusing on nothing else. Raphael was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen; even now I’m still trying to find something half as stunning as him. His face was pale and angelic and his wings were beyond breath-taking. They were a black that made even the night sky look like day but the tips of the feathers were a blood-red. “But you can fly, Raphy, I know you can!” I said turning around to face him fully. I’d never seen him fly, but I knew he could do it. He clearly had the heart of a phoenix. He also had the power over fire and had supposedly been reborn hundreds of times straight from the ashes he’d created. That always made me wonder about how old he really was, he didn’t look a day over twenty but he’d always looked that way ever since the day he found me. He laughed dryly, “I wish I could... I really do... especially with a war like this brewing.” he murmured raising his head to the sky. I wished I knew what he was thinking at that moment, I still do. Raphael thought so much and talked so little, the opposite of me, but that just added to his divinity and the proud father image he tried to portray. I always had known Raphael wasn’t my real dad and he’d just found me one day, but I didn’t care. He was the only family I’d ever known. I guess that’s why it tore me apart so much when I woke up and never found him there. “You’re always so dramatic, Raphy.” I said laughing, completely ignoring his comment on ‘war’. Raphael smiled and looked down at me and his eyes started to sparkle, for no apparent reason. “You know what, kid” he said after a long pause, “I’m going to learn to fly tonight.” My eyes grew and so did my smile. “Can you teach me when you’ve learned?” I asked hopefully cupping my small hands together. “Sure, kid.” Raphael replied. I laughed as he bent down to hug me. That was the end of a perfect evening. The last evening I ever spent with Raphael. I’d never found out what had happened to him or where he went. Did he ever manage to fly? Did he kill himself in the process? There were so many unanswered questions and if that didn’t add to the problems, a war between all of humanity started an exact week after he left, a war I found myself fixed right in the middle of.  more

Resolved Question: would you continue reading this?

its just the start of like the prolouge and is for an english project i have to do. i'm 13 and all critism is appreciated. “You’re so lucky to have wings, Raphy.” I sighed looking over my shoulder at the tall figure standing behind me. I spread out my arms and flapped them up and down as if they could somehow magically turn into bright, pure angel wings like Raphael’s. When I was that age, about five or six, that was all I wanted. I didn’t care about my world crumbling away every passing second; I just cared about the fact I wanted to be just like him, to be one of his kind, to be able to soar across the sky and look down on all the people below. “There’s no use having wings and not being able to fly, kid.” Raphael said with a sigh as the ocean breeze swept through his blonde hair. I looked at him as he gazed out at the amber sky that reflected in the sea, his dark eyes focusing on nothing else. Raphael was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen; even now I’m still trying to find something half as stunning as him. His face was pale and angelic and his wings were beyond description. They were a black that made even the night sky look like day but the tips of the feathers were a blood-red. “But you can fly, Raphy, I know you can!” I said turning around to face him fully. I’d never seen him fly, but I knew he could do it. He clearly had the heart of a phoenix. He also had the power over fire and had supposedly been reborn hundreds of times straight from the ashes he’d created. That always made me wonder about how old he really was, he didn’t look a day over twenty but he’d always looked that way ever since the day he found me.  more

Resolved Question: Has anyone EVER liked the taste of an olive on the first try?

I love olives now - they're great! However, It did take twenty-six years and numerous spittings-out before I reached this stage of enlightenment. What I want to know is: If they're so good for you, why do they taste so awful the first nineteen times? And why do they suddenly taste so good now? Why did my taste buds make this sudden about-turn? Monkfish - thanks to that beautiful image, many of us will have problems sleeping - perhaps opting for a genlty rocking foetal position instead. Personally... I'd French her face off. Rotter - Ah, the exception to the rule! Yes - delightful on the first taste, but further down the queue the brine tends to become a little salty. She's never had much time for "one man - one vote", has she? Maureen - I neglected to mention that I haven't "arrived" at black olives yet. On green olives - I usually keep a jar in brine in the fridge. They last for ages. R&R - I've never tried them with vodka. It's now on my to-do list. :-) AUNTIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Delighted to see you, my dear! *he bows* I now feel a bit of an olive chav for mentioning that I have olives in brine. I feel so dirty and cheap.  more

Resolved Question: Has anybody experienced such a wretched situation?

Hi, I have been living with a girl for almost three years. I am twenty seven and she is about to turn thirty five. When we met I was very inexperienced in matters of the heart for my age, and I did not immediately think of her as a partner for life. She is from a different European country from me, and had been here to study. She had finished her studies, and had just left her previous boyfriend who was a complete gimp and who made her feel very insecure (she is naturally quite shy and not particularly self-confident). She was more or less out of money, with no reason to stay in this country, and was therefore about to return home. Basically we moved in together almost immediately and from about six weeks into the relationship I have been looking for a way to leave her but I just can't face hurting her. She is so vulnerable. Her father died when she was young, one of her brother has had a lot of pscychological problems recently and the other one is just a waster. Her mum is really nice but really immature in a way - she hasn't been able to raise any of them to stand on their own two feet (they are all in their thirties now). Now although I said I have been looking for a way to leave her, there have been long periods during which this has subsided - during these periods I've genuinely thought that I could overcome these issues, be strong for her, eventually marry her and give her the children she needs and deserves. In these times I would be more positive and energetic, and optimistic that our future together could be bright. She is such a sweet, soft, vulnerable girl, and she is absolutely beautiful too. I do genuinely love her, but its almost come to be in a big brother/father type way. At first we had a great sex life but for the past year and half we barely make love. It seems all I have been doing is supporting her through difficult times. I don't make her laugh,a nd I don't satisfy her physically anymore, so what am I doing? I sometimes managed to convince myself that that could be enough for me, that I could set my other hopes aside and spend my life being strong for her and trying to make her as happy as she deserves to be. At the moment I am in a pit of despair because I don't think I have it in me to do this. I regret being with her, and am really scared that this regret will be come deeper and deeper,a nd eventually turn to bitterness and resentment. I don't think my parents made the right decisions when they got married - they are still together but I think they resent the way their lives have turned out and I can see that happening with me. I do not have the words how wretched I feel at the prospect of leaving her. She will be thirty five soon, and I know that she will be destroyed by it. The clock is ticking for her - I know it may be difficult for her to find a life partner now, at her age. She would be a fantastic mother, as she has a huge heart and so much love to give, and the thought that I have wasted her early thrities, and in doing so denied her the chance to have children, makes me literally physically sick. If somehow I could have a guarrantee that she would find a better man than me, who would make her ahppy and give her a familly I would leave her in an instant. I just can't face the prospect of her being alone for the rest of her life. Me, I can face being alone but she need someone to take care of her. I do not tell her about hese feelings, as she cries so easily and I cannot bear to upset her. I know that makes me a coward. I am not cowardly when it comes to other difficult situations in life (just the opposite in fact) but I just can't bear to hurt her. I had hoped that I would be strong enough to carry on with her, but recently I really don't think I have it in me. I think if we carried on I would just end up making her miserable anyway, because of all the bitterness I am sure I will feel - I always thought I would meet a girl who would just blow me a way and make all my worries seem insignificant... this dream has a lot to answer for. I expect most of you will advise me to leave her as it is the fair thing to do, but that is easy to say from the outside. As I say, I feel totally wretched, cowardly and absolutely hopeless. I was just wondering if anyone has experienced anythign similar - I would love to hear from anyone who has. Sorry for the long message - thanks very much for reading. Edit: By the way we have moved to her country, as I found a job there - I have really tried my best to make it work and commit to the future but am despairing now.  more

Resolved Question: is this first bit of my story ok ?

Chapter 1: “Yeah, well I want a refund!” the man yelled at me at 9:07am on a Sunday morning. I was knackered and couldn’t really be bothered to argue with this fool standing in front of me waving a receipt. I had a massive hang over from Saturday partying and didn’t no I would be covering for someone today at ‘Petals’ which is a retail shop. “I’m sorry I will happily return it” I said so not happy rubbing my forehead. He was like an annoying song that I couldn’t shift out of my throbbing head. “Not good enough I want to see the manager, I have a complaint” a complaint didn’t cover the anger he was throwing on my so early in the morning – Sunday morning. “Yes, right away, but what was wrong with the item you purchased?” I closed my eyes and went to my ‘happy place’ HA! “It tore as soon as my daughter put it on her and it was the right size for her, it also had a huge stain on the inside which I could not see when buying it!” “Well why didn’t your daughter try it on before you bought it?” “Because it was a present and it still doesn’t take away the fact that it had a stain inside it!” he bellowed making my head hurt twice as hard. Grrr...I wanted to punch him and send him flying into space. He was pretty urgent and annoyed to come here just after the shop opened at 9:00am. “How much was it sir?” “Twenty quid” he laughed. “I wouldn’t pay twenty pee for it now!” “Ok, I’ll get the manager out here.” I sauntered into the backroom and wandered around until I found my manager: Mrs Smith. “Yes...problem?” she asked. “Yes, customer, angry” I said it like I was a robot: something out of the terminator. She put her legs down and her coffee and her ‘Heat’ magazine, looking totally pissed off, she stomped out of the room and went to the very very angry and annoyed customer. I couldn’t deal with this first thing on and early Sunday morning with a hangover. I didn’t usually get drunk and haven’t been drinking alcohol that long as I am only nineteen. Yes...I live in the UK were you can drink at eighteen...whoop, whoop! I had only recently turned nineteen a month ago and have been living the night life and partying like a crazy teen since I turned eighteen. I sauntered back past the confrontation between my manager and the hairy fat freak complaining. I went to hang around to see if any un-normal people would be in petals at this time in the morning. Nah, maybe grannies but they wouldn’t be in a fashion young girls shop! “Ellie, over here!” Millie (my work mate) called me over to where she was standing. “Hey, my head ******* kills!” I fluttered my eyes in pain. “Hangover?” “Yup.” “Hmm, not good” Millie shook her lovely dyed chocolate brown long hair. She wore heaps of make-up and she was like a size 4 sometimes 6 depends what store and clothing she bought. But me on the other hand, I was size 8 to 10 mostly size 8. I have Auburn hair that was straight and long. I always wore my hoop earrings which I hardly ever took out. I didn’t wear heaps of make-up like Millie, but I do love a make-over what girl doesn’t? Oh yeah a tomboy. “Why do you keep fluttering those blue eyes at me?” Millie said with a grin and a sparkle in her chocolate brown eyes that matched her hair colour. “I am knackered, obviously” I rolled my eyes this time. “Yep I have had that feeling many more times than you...even when I was underage.” “Yeah only because your two years older than me, Gran bag!” I called her ‘oldie’ sometimes as well. “Ooh, that the best ya can do biatch!” “Not even close Mcflurry” yes, her name is Millie and she loves her Mcflurrys’ you get from McDonalds and it starts with the same letter as her first name. “So, ya doing anything Friday night?” “Whoa, you expect me to plan that far ahead?” “Uh, sorry I forgot you were still young and learning the alphabet” she chuckled. We were just both horsing around as per usual. “Yeah, yeah” I folded my arms wanting to fall to the floor, suck my thumb, and sleep like a baby. Not learning the alphabet, that can come later. “Well when you do no what your doing or not doing text me kay?” “Sure will” I winked. “So, got lucky last night with any lads at the ‘Phantom’ club?” I sighed. “Yeah I wish.” “Argh, to bad.” “Yeah well I hope you and Fredrick last more than a week this time.” “It was more than a week and at least I have one miss loner” Millie had been going out with this guy for a year now, on and off. Okay, it did last longer than a week but no shorter than three weeks. “Yeah, anyway what...” before I could get us on to another subject (about friends) Mrs Smith called me. “Ellie, on the till” she pointed behind her to where the till was with her thumb. “Kay” I held my thumb up to her walked to the till. SOZ IF TO LONG xxxx yh but when ppl are angry they dnt bother using the correct terms and language yh its not in paragraphs becasue the way yahoo sets it out sorry x  more

Open Question: Do men ever not feel like sex?

I was with my fella in bed the other day, and I really felt like sex. I was making all the moves and he got aroused, but said he was too drained :-S I have never been with a man who's turned down sex, and I have a high sex drive so always feel like it. He had a cold and had been the gym for 2.5 hours...would this make a difference or should I start worrying??? I'm in my early twenties he's in his late twenties btw. Thanks  more

Resolved Question: Why is my vagina swollen? What does this mean? Please help me!?

Hi, so yeah this is a little embarrassing. Little? Try a lot. Okay so I think it's called the labia or something, well the inner lips bit in my vagina, well only one, the left one, is swollen, quite big actually. It was itching a lot for about twenty minutes before I decided to investigate and now I am panicking. I just turned 14 and I am not sexually active as of yet. Last night I used a hair removal bikini cream thing which yes I have used before but as I used it, it was stinging quite a bit. I left it on for the normal time and everything. Could this be related? Ah I'm so confused and scared. Please help me!  more

Resolved Question: How's this scene? should i delete it and start it again, or leave it as it is?

I looked up from my book to the old grandfather clock standing proudly against the blood splattered wall, stained in a way I’d grew far too familiar with. My eyes were heavy and sore from constant crying and constant sleepless nights. I could feel my mind deteriorating away with every passing second. The proud clock was the only thing still alive in this decrepit building, the only thing awake and working as it should. I closed my eyes and listened to the clock tick the seconds away, the reiterating sound of life itself. I tried to remember a time when this house was a home, when it was full of life, full of love, full to the brim with laughter and excitement. Not the empty building it is now, full of nothing except empty echoes and empty promises. It’s all the fault of that one girl, the doll-like being, Yuki Banner. 1 Leigh Alton “Leigh, come on!” my brother called to me from down-stairs. I was locked safely in my own little world too focused to really listen to him. I was lying stomach down on my bed, my pale legs swinging in the air slightly, humming a soft piece of violin music to myself that I could hear from downstairs, drawing a picture of a small gothic china doll in her case. She had big beautiful, dark eyes and long black hair, with the odd loose curl and a childish ruler cut fringe. I was aware that it was weird for a girl my age to be interested in dolls, but I really didn’t care, it was better than listening to the ramblings of the eleven other orphans that lived with Blayke. Out of the twelve of us, I was the youngest and the only one with a living relative. I was unbelievably lucky to still have him Landon. Another thing that separated me from the orphans at Blayke’s; I was the only one without powers, or at least the only one who didn’t know of them. “Having powers like ours doesn’t make us any less human than anyone else. It doesn’t make us some strange breed of mutant hybrids who should be locked in a cage. It just makes us enhanced, a superior to the others, not fortunate to be blessed with such gifts.” Blayke would say day in and day out, I‘m not sure I actually ever believed him though. I never truly felt ‘normal’ wherever I was. I stopped drawing for a while and placed my ‘work’ on my pillow. I smiled in admiration. Okay, she wasn’t perfect, but she still looked pretty good in my opinion. I added a thin string of black roses around her case just to make her look that bit more special. I smiled again and I tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear as I stood up off of my bed. As soon as my bare feet touched the black carpet, there was a loud knock at my bedroom door. “Leigh! What are you doing in there? Come on, Blayke wants us all downstairs.” Landon shouted from the other side of the door. His voice was raised, but he wasn’t angry. Landon never got angry, no matter what. “I’m done now; just let me get some socks or something on.” I said opening the door to him, “it’s so cold today!” Landon sighed and tossed his light brown fringe out of his shiny blue eyes. “Take your time, sis” he said sarcastically as I pulled a pair of knee-length socks out of my draw. I stuck my tongue out at him and hopped to the door. “Thank you.” he said with a smile, leading out of the doorway into one of the many corridors of ‘our house’. I half pulled on a sock onto a frozen foot and attempted to follow after him. Trying to walk and do something as simple as put on a pair of socks was pretty hard when you’re as clumsy as me. As soon as I took just one hop out into the corridor, I fell forward into Landon with a bump. He quicker than a span around and caught me in his strong arms, pulling me into his chest slightly to steady me. “You are so lucky I’m as fast as I am.” He said letting go of me. Landon’s power was enhanced speed, making him inhumanly sporty. Before Landon turned twenty and was young enough to go my school, he was easily the most popular guy there. Everyone adored him. He had looks that drove the girls wild, brains that make even the teachers gasp in admiration and of course, he was easily the best at sport in his year; he was the football team captain, the basketball team captain, the rounder’s team captain, the baseball team captain and the pretty-every-other-sport-in-the-world captain. Also, if that wasn’t enough, he could play the guitar. To be honest, I felt as if Landon had stolen all the talent my parents had and I was just left with nothing, stuck with not even a shadow as graceful and dark as his. I smiled sheepishly. “Yeah I guess. But I can look after myself; I’m not entirely useless you know.” I mumbled bending down and trying again to put my socks on. Landon smiled and shook his head. Before I knew it, I’d lost my balance, again, and landed on the floor in a heap. Landon put his hand over his mouth in a failed attempt to stifle his laughter. “Not funny!” I snapped moodily. Landon offered his hand out to help me up once he’d composed himself. I sighed and accepted it ungratefully. “You are beyond useless you know, kid.” He said ruffling my auburn hair. I shrugged and skipped in front of him, down the corridor to the spiralling staircase. The others and I lived in a huge house, to say the least. Blayke was easily the richest man in the city and possibly the most well-known, not just for his knack of finding children to take under his wing or his stunning god-like looks but also the fact that he’s never had a seriously relationship in his life. ----- so umm yeah i'm 13 and this is partially for a fantasy project. what would you give it out of ten? also, is it an improvement from the one below? vvv http://uk.answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=Ap_k70u_dfxCfGLOzFEuVEUgBgx.;_ylv=3?qid=20090605123610AAW6rnx Thanks!  more

Resolved Question: Infidel or non Muslim?

Just received the following email. Is there any truth in it? ...................................................................................................... The Uncomfortable Definition of an Infidel.... Allah or the Lord Jesus Christ? The Muslim religion is by far the fastest growing religion in the UK . Last month I attended my annual training session that's required for maintaining my prison security clearance.. During the training session there was a presentation by three speakers representing the Roman Catholic, Protestant and Muslim faiths, who explained each of their beliefs. I was particularly interested in what the Islamic Imam had to say. The Imam gave a great presentation of the basics of Islam, complete with a video. After the presentations, time was provided for questions and answers. When it was my turn, I directed my question to the Imam and asked: 'Please, correct me if I'm wrong, but I understand that most Imams and clerics of Islam have declared a holy jihad [Holy war] against the infidels of the world and, that by killing an infidel, (which is a command to all Muslims) they are assured of a place in heaven. If that's the case, can you give me the definition of an infidel?' There was no disagreement with my statements and, without hesitation, he replied, 'Non-believers!' I responded, 'So, let me make sure I have this straight. All followers of Allah have been commanded to kill everyone who is not of your faith so they can have a place in heaven. Is that correct?' The expression on his face changed from one of authority and command to that of 'a little boy who had just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.' He sheepishly replied, 'Yes..' I then stated, 'Well, I have a real problem trying to imagine Pope Benedict commanding all Catholics to kill those of your faith or Dr. Stanley ordering all Protestants to do the same in order to guarantee them a place in heaven!' The Imam was speechless! I continued, 'I also have a problem with being your 'friend' when you and your brother clerics are telling your followers to kill me! Let me ask you a question. Would you rather have your Allah, who tells you to kill me in order for you to go to heaven, or my Jesus who tells me to love you because I am going to heaven and He wants you to be there with me?' You could have heard a pin drop as the Imam remained speechless. Needless to say, the organizers and promoters of the 'Diversification' training seminar were not happy with this way of dealing with the Islamic Imam and exposing the truth about the Muslims' beliefs.. Within twenty years there will be enough Muslim voters in the U.K. to elect a government of their choice, complete with sharia law I think everyone in the U.K. should be required to read this, but with the Liberal justice system, liberal media and political correctness madness, there is no way this will be widely publicised. Please pass this on to all your e-mail contacts. John Harrison MBE. MIDSc This incident happened in London ..................................................................................................... Seems a bit harsh.. I suspected the scenario was false but it's some of the content that disturbs me. I'm hoping it's taken out of context. But do followers of Islam generally think that all non believers should be eliminated or that they are less valuable to human existance? Well 'les yeux bleus {ana Muslimah} ' has cleared that up. Thanks. I hate these emails. When you try to research it's very hard to find simple, straight forward truths. Guess that's how they are so effective at causing a fuss.  more

Resolved Question: a little hurt...please be gentle?

i broke up with my boyfriend in january, i still loved him but i needed some time on my own to figure myself out. come february i realised id made a big mistake but didnt want to fall straight back into the relationship so said nothing. we were both giving off the signals that we wanted each other back but neither of us said anything becuase we were both a little bit too scared. i confessd all last week, but it turns out he is now interested in someone else who unfortunately i work with-bearing in mind i work with him too, this is pretty difficult. she absolutely hates me and i know me and my ex could stay really good friends but i think she feels like im goin to be treading on her toes if i stick around which is not my intention. hes 24 and shes 17 (im 21) she has been with around 3 or 4 blokes all in their mid to lat twenties over the past year or so so i want to be prepared if this is going to last, what do you guys think??? he has told me that the door is not closed on us gettin back together and he isnt going to say never. he also told me he still has feelings for me but owes it to himself to try with someone else-fair play i guess, but it still makes me want to hold on for a little while just in case. im head over heels in love with him and would do anything to get him back!! i do not in any way want to drive a wedge between him and his current girlfriend as she is makin him happy but do you think this kind of thing could last/ am i doin the right thing? he knows i love him, and he knows i want him back but, as previously mentioned, he says he owes it to himself to try with her, any advice (kind) would be appreciated x x x x  more

Voting Question: I'm sooo upset! Any advice or similar experiences?

Well I was at this house party, basically I got a bit too drunk (underage but don't give me a lecture please) and kissed this boy (snogged). It was my first ever kiss. I was over the moon, I didn't care if I was drunk or not I was just really happy. He asked me how many boys before this (meaning the kiss) and I said none and asked him the same question, he replied saying "I'm not sure over twenty I think". I sort of got a bit hurt there, I didn't expect him to be a saint but still I was still slightly shocked. But anyway we both fell asleep and that was that. The next day it wasn't mentioned because nobody else knew about it so of course I took it as it doesn't mean anything and it was just a drunken moment. I was still happy though to in a way got my first kiss over and done with so I had some experience. Then about a hour ago I got asked by his best friend if I pulled him because that's what the boy had said to him, I of course said yeah adding that I was very very drunk. He laughed but everything was okay and I was messing around asking if he was like a tomato yet (because he got sun burnt) and then unexpectedly he turns around and says "at least I wasn't fourteen and a tamo until last night". Tamo means you are "tame" and that you haven't snogged anyone yet. That really hurt, I told that boy trusting him, and okay we were both drunk and it is his best friend but the last thing I need is that against me. I'm quite upset now, just wanted some advice or like similar experiences to pass the time. Sorry it's really long, I wanted to explain the whole thing. Oh and I'm fourteen. Best regards, Harriet. Thanks everyone, you have all been so nice! Anymore answers appriciated. I do want to forget basically completely but there is many family ties to the situation. Thanks anyway!  more

Resolved Question: How can I stop my skin misery with foundation problems?

Hi there, I hope you can help. I've recently turned thirty and my skin has just become dreadful! When I was in my early twenties, it was so good I didn't need make up. now I have small thread veins, red blotches, massive pores and horrible spots that remain under the skin all lumpy. Now, here's the question. I work as a dj, and it's obviously a very hot sweaty environment. I have used a million foundations. Oil free, moiturising, mineral, all sorts, and none of them will stay on. I use a primer, but for some reason the foundation just slides off my forehead and nose. What can I do? I currently use Mac Studio Sculpt which is the only one that makes me pretty flawless, but I have this misery of being ugly before the end of the night. It's depressing me, help! Oh, and for info, my skin is oily around my nose and forehead, but dry around my eyes and mouth. Annoying. Thanks for your lovely replies. I shall have to find that make up fixer. I use Make Up For Ever primer at the moment, or Presriptives primer. both don't keep my make up on. Studio fix does have better staying power, but they don't do it pale enough for me. Thats the annoyance, I can't find a good foundation in my particular shade so I end up with tons of half decent ones. My horrible red nose, I wish it would just go away!  more

Resolved Question: What happened here funny?

Norita and Irene, two elderly widows in a retirement village are curious about the latest arrival in their building, a quiet, nice-looking gentleman who keeps to himself. Norita says, "Irene, you know I'm shy. Why don't you go over to him at the pool and find out a little about him. He looks so lonely." Irene agrees, and later that day at the pool, she walks up to him and says, "Excuse me, mister, I hope I'm not prying, but my friend Norita and I were wondering why you look so lonely." "Of course I'm lonely," he says, "I've spent the past twenty years in prison." "You're kidding, what for?" "For killing my third wife, I strangled her." What happened to your second wife?" "We had a fight and she fell off a building!" "Oh my, says Irene, then turning to her friend on the other side of the pool, she yells, "Yo-hoo, Norita, he's single.  more

Resolved Question: londoners, is this really offensive? cultural clash.?

ok we are in london on holiday, 3 girls from spain in our early twenties. anyway, the other night we were introduced to a small group of people and we greeted the people with the typical two kisses (women in our country never shake hands). the thing is, it turns out people here shake hands and don't really touch much.... should we apologise or should be pretend it never happened and keep in mind the anglosaxon handshake for the next time :) they seemed surprised but didn't say anything when it happened it isn't a sign of affection for us. its a greeting when introduced to a person or when seeing someone to say hi...in spain it would be rude not to give two kisses when introduced to a stranger... hence we made the mistake here  more

Resolved Question: Is Marco 45 years old............?

I thought that he was in his twenties. Don't mind me, I'm just out for a stroll in this section before I turn in for the night:) Thank you  more

Resolved Question: what do you think of my story beginning?

be honest lol =D and how could I improve? The bitter scent of alcohol mixed with the somewhat dirty smell of smoking was what bought my attention to the figure, sat hunched, opposite me. I wanted to look away, but curiosity compelled me to look at this strange figure; it was as if a stong magnetic force was unabling me to turn away. From closer inspection, I could see that this mans age was somewhat hard to gage. His black as night spiked hair suggested he was in his late twenties, however from the tired, glazed look in his black eyes he could easily be approaching fifty. What interested me, however, was his complete lack of interest or even awareness of what his surroundings held. Solemnly staring ahead, his dark eyes grimly focused on the seat before him. In contrast, I felt alive, awake and alert. His presence also made me feel real. This man looked as if he didn't belong on this bus; it seemed as though he had nowhere to go or no one to see. Almost as though he belonged to a different world entirely. My gaze travelled downwards, stopping at his clenched fists. They were covered in what I imagined to be coal dust; stark black and grimy, a sharp contrast to his porcelane skin. His cough puntuated the rattling silence of the bus; it cut through the air like a dagger would. It amazed me that he could perform such a mundanity as coughing. you can be honest, because i need to know what i could improve on. im not trying to make it into an actual book or anyhing cause im only 14. any help would be good thanks =D i kno i should ask this in writing and books but i figured id get more answers on this :D  more

Resolved Question: Do you believe Jesus was this superior being that christians make him out to be?

I don't believe in God (although I don't have a problem with people that do, it is their choice). I do believe there was a man called Jesus but I don't think he was this superior being that performed miracles etc. I do however think he was a very clever, kind and generous man (kind of like an early mother theresa). As far as I am aware, the bible does not mention anything about Jesus when he is in his teens and twenties (I have not read the bible but this is what I have heard) so perhaps during this time he went travelling and learnt new things from the people he met on his way for example, first aid techniques (which may explain his healing of the sick), new philosophical ideas and stories etc. As for his miracles this is how I explain them: For the one where he rose from the dead, I would say he was just unconscious which made people think he was dead, then he was put in a cave with a stone rolled in front of it. Over night he probably regained consciousness and recovered in time for morning, then moved the stone away and went back to town. For the water into wine miracle, I would say it wasn't wine he created, just something that looked like wine to the people e.g juice. Maybe JESUS CREATED RIBENA! He got berries and squeezed the juice into some water which turned red like wine. For the parting of the sea (I know this wasn't Jesus, it was Moses but anyway): I would say there was a tsunami which took all the water far out to sea (like a tsunami does) long enough for the slaves to cross, and then the waves came when the egyptians where crossing and drowned them. So to sum up, I think Jesus was a very clever man in his time, a time when people were very naive, gullible and uneducated. He was just a man who was ahead of his time but not special in the way people nowadays believe. Any thoughts? Also, how do we even know that the baby Jesus that was born in the stable is even the same Jesus 30 years on? Is it possible they could have been 2 different people? I mean Jesus is quite a common name. I admit I don't really know anything about it but what makes you think you know a lot more? Because you have read the bible and heard more stories than me? I am just taking my views from the stories I have heard and SO ARE YOU. People do not know what jesus was really like. The bible was written years and years after the time of jesus by people who obviously didnt witness the events so it is ridiculous to assume everything in the bible is fact and/or has not been exaggerated. Also the ribena comment was just a bad joke but my 'wack' theories are realistic unlike the theories in the bible.  more

Resolved Question: how does this sound for the beginning of a story? any major issues?

“How are you doing back there, Hay? You look a little pale” my uncle, Blayke Cotter, asked me with a smile as he adjusted his rear-view mirror to look directly at me. “I’m fine” I mumbled almost incoherently, leaning my heavy head on the cool window. Me and Blayke both knew I was lying. The one thing I hated more than anything in the entire world was long car journeys and it‘d been that way since I was a little girl. To my disappointment, this was turning out to be one of those journeys, we‘d been in the same black Lexus SI for the only last few hours, but it felt like days. I sighed. To be honest I wasn’t actually one hundred per-cent sure where we were heading. All I knew was the fact my parents were dead and I was being sent to live with filthy-rich uncle Cotter, a man I only knew existed just a couple of weeks ago. If I’m honest, Blayke seemed a pretty nice man. But his looks were beyond just ‘pretty nice’, the fact was related to either of my parents completely bewildered me. He had chin-length shiny, honey blonde hair and amazing bluey-grey eyes. He had soft-looking, pale skin and was incredibly skinny and well-dressed. The dream guy for most girls my age. He was pretty young too by the looks of it, twenty-five, twenty-six, maybe? Less than ten years older than me, anyway. I looked out of the window and watched the trees whiz past us in a flurry of green. We were on a thin, clearly one-way road surrounded by scenery, scenery I probably would have found pretty captivating if I didn’t feel as cramped and as sick as I did and if Blayke slowed down a little. We were also thankfully the only car on this road. I dreaded to think of the accident there would have been if we wasn’t. “So Hayleigh,” Blayke said turning the radio down a little, to be honest I could barely hear it as it was, “why don’t you tell me a little about yourself?” I sat up straight. What was there to tell? I’m just an ordinary, brunette, 17-year old girl, “Well… erm…” I stuttered, tucking my hair behind my ear, “what do you want to know?” “anything you feel you want to tell me” he replied with a grin, I paused for a moment, trying to think of something to say. Surely social services or whoever would have told him the main points and what he actually needs to know. He adjusted his mirror again and flicked his hair out of his eyes with such a delicate flick of his wrist, any other girl would just die of a fan-girl scream. I wasn‘t that type of girl though and even if I was, I would have held it back, Blayke‘s my uncle and legal guardian. How wrong do you wanna get? “would it be easier if I started?” he asked, obviously picking up on my shyness. I nodded dumbly, “please” yeah, its a lil different 2 the 1 i just posted lol, i've added a little 2  more

Resolved Question: question on contract law?

Enterprise Ltd (“Enterprise”) is a wholesaler and Purchaser Ltd, (“Purchaser”), a retailer of industrial photocopiers. On 4 February 2009 Enterprise emailed a copy of its brochure to Purchaser advertising the company's products. Anne, acting for Purchaser, emailed Enterprise to advise Ben, the Sales Director, that Purchaser wished to purchase twenty XL models priced in the brochure at £2,300 each. Ben then sent an email to Anne advising her to submit an order on Enterprise's standard order form, a copy of which could be downloaded from the brochure. Anne downloaded and completed the order form and emailed it to Enterprise with a message which concluded with the following statement: "Please note that all orders are submitted subject to Purchaser’s terms and conditions, a copy of which is attached." Twenty XL photocopiers were delivered to Purchaser on 2 March 2009 together with a new edition of Enterprise’s brochure dated 1 March 2009 and an invoice for £50,000. Anne immediately telephoned Ben and said, “There must be an error. We were expecting an invoice for £46,000, i.e. twenty times £2,300.” Ben replied that the invoice was correct as the price of XL photocopiers was increased to £2,500 each on 1 March 2009 and the Enterprise order form which Anne had submitted clearly stated that all goods were supplied "subject to Enterprise's terms and conditions contained within the brochure". One of those terms stated (in small print) that "Customer’s should note that the price of all products shall be that stated in the company’s most recent brochure at the time of delivery of the company’s products.” Ben continued, “The price of the XL has increased to £2,500 and twenty times £2,500 is £50,000”. Anne replied that the purchase had been made subject to Purchaser's terms, one of which clearly stated that "The price for all products purchased shall be fixed at the date of the order and Purchaser will not accept any increase in that price". (a)By reference to case law and statute where appropriate, explain with reasons the legal effect of each communication passing between Enterprise and Purchaser prior to the conclusion of the contract. [20 marks] AND (b)Explain with reasons the point at which the contract was formed and whether Purchaser is obliged to pay the increased price. [10 marks] TURN OVER AND (c)What would the position be if Enterprise sued Purchaser for breach of contract in order to recover the £50,000, and Purchaser argued that there was no contract in force “as there was no intention to create legal relations”? [5 marks] AND (d)Assume that the contract between Purchaser and Enterprise is found to be based on Enterprise’s terms and conditions. (This is no way affects the answer to any of the previous questions.) Assume also that the dispute concerning the £50,000 has been resolved, but one of the photocopiers has proved to be faulty. The faulty copier has been returned to Enterprise several times for repair but the problem has continued. Explain whether Purchaser is entitled to a refund of the purchase price if the contract between Purchaser and Enterprise contains a clause stating: “All express and implied terms and conditions relating to the quality of the products purchased are hereby excluded  more

Voting Question: What's the best way to make a living independently, still find interest and fulfillment, and make good money?

Considering self-employment but want a life too. Just want to have freedom to enjoy things with a partner. At a crossroads and in my late twenties. Am kind of a questioner into issues more than just advancement of myself if you get me, though I don't turn my nose up at money. I do love writing, music, and feel the beauty in things deeply, and in life. Don't know if that helps at all. If there's anyone else that reached a crossroads late in life in deciding what they want, and has found a route, or just has any relevant advice, thankyou. Can you PLEASE stop spamming with adverts? When people are always indicating they are sick of adverts, what makes you think that when you post them people are going to want to see them?  more

Resolved Question: what do you think of this book so far?

what do you think of this book i started writing. is it too boring and flat (ignore the grammar please) As the body hit the ground the blood flowed out of it like water going out a drain. The body now no more than an empty shell lay still. The soul came out of the corpse first, zooming up to the sky, not paying attention to its killer desperate to get beyond this life. Then came the power slowly but confused as if it had a mind of its own. Before it shot up into the air like a bullet the killer absorbed it, growing stronger by the second. Gazing down at the thing that had once been a mage, the killer say that nothing else was coming out. Leaving the thing to rot the killer walked away in search of his next victim. Chapter 1 “Ladies and Gentlemen, Welcome to the 20017 annual fighting contest, sponsored by R.T.L industries”. Said a voice through the large speakers that were floating in the air. So far we have thirty eight contestants signed up for a chance to compete and win the amazing prize of three thousand euros. Any late entries please make your way to office now, and that was were I made my way to the office. I had been late due to traffic but had made it with time to sign up. But of course there just had to be a long line of last minute entries. Most of them probably would never make it past the first round. So like any other person in a hurry I didn’t bother joining it. I just skipped the line and walked to the top of the cue slipping in front of some girl wearing a incredibly long leather cloak. “Excuse me” she said in a angry voice. “yes” I said turning around to face her. “there is a line” she said pointing to the rest of the people behind her. “I Know and I’m in it” I said showing her my detective badge. That shut her up and she looking away from me. “Next” called the women sitting down at the desk. I walked up to the desk. “Name she asked looking down at a forum ready to start writing down my details. “Detective Mathew Storm” I said. That got her attention. “Age” she asked “twenty one”. She looked up with surprise on her face and asked to see my badge. Usually it took twelve years to become a detective including college and tests. Which made most detectives in there early thirties when they started. Since I was a detective I didn’t have to give out all my details when entering a contest like this. “Number forty three” she said. So I went and took a seat waiting to be called. I had taken three weeks holiday for this contest. Last year I would never have taken a vacation like this but when you hear that your best friend was murdered makes you think about your life. Before I would work seven day a week never getting taking a break. But now I was more relaxed. I worked part time and spend my days off duty travelling and entering magical contests like this one. Chapter 2 “Number forty three please come to the field.” the voice in the speakers called out. I got up and after a long wait walked down to the field to compete in round 1”. The field was a massive stage that was the size of a Olympic swimming pool, surrounded by thousands of seats so spectators could watch. I walked up to the security guard and show him my ticket proving that I was contestant forty three. “please leave any communication equipment and fragile belongings in that this box” he said. I entered the field and faced the current champion. He was a tall bald man who reminded me of a Buddhist monk. “Begin” shouted “the guard. As a higher level mage the match would be over soon. My opponent threw a couple of fire ball at me which I quickly dodged with ease not needing to you any power yet, which got him angry. He set a ring of fire around me. I levitated in the air and conjured a dagger flinging it at him aiming at his leg were is would not kill him. It struck him at he screamed in pain ripping it out at flinging it right back at me like a frisbee. It struck hard hitting me in my stomach. With so much pain ripping through my leg, losing my concentration on levitating I dropped to the ground. My opponent shouted with joy as he thought I was dieing and he had won. Little did he know that my body was regenerating, healing the damage he had done to my stomach and naturally stitching up the skin. When the healing was done he was still cheering at the crowd not bothering to look in my direction. I conjured up a sword and drove in into his stomach.. He dropped down and shadowed out of the field, making me the rightful winner at sending me to the finals. what part of it do you's recommend cutting down ?? it's a mix between a murder mystery and action adventure  more

Resolved Question: Here's one for anyone who likes "puns"?

1. Two antennas met on a roof, fell in love and got married. The ceremony wasn't much, but the reception was excellent. 2. A jumper cable walks into a bar. The bartender says, "I'll serve you, but don't start anything." 3. Two peanuts walk into a bar, and one was a salted. 4. A dyslexic man walked into a bra. 5. A man walks into a bar with a slab of asphalt under his arm, and says: "A beer please, and one for the road." 6. Two cannibals are eating a clown. One says to the other: "Does this taste funny to you?" 7. "Doc, I can't stop singing The Green, Green Grass of Home." "That sounds like Tom Jones Syndrome." "Is it common?" "Well, It's Not Unusual." 8. Two cows are standing next to each other in a field. Daisy says to Dolly, "I was artificially inseminated this morning." "I don't believe you," says Dolly. "It's true; no bull!" exclaims Daisy. 9. An invisible man marries an invisible woman. The kids were nothing to look at either. 10. Deja Moo: The feeling that you've heard this bull before. 11. I went to buy some camouflage trousers the other day, but I couldn't find any. 12. A man woke up in a hospital after a serious accident. He shouted, "Doctor, doctor, I can't feel my legs!" The doctor replied, "I know, I amputated your arms!" ; 13. I went to a seafood disco last week... and pulled a mussel. 14. What do you call a fish with no eyes? A fsh. 15. Two fish swim into a concrete wall. The one turns to the other and says, "Dam!" 16. Two Eskimos sitting in a kayak were chilly, so they lit a fire in the craft. Not surprisingly it sank, proving once again that you can't have your kayak and heat it too. 17. A group of chess enthusiasts checked into a hotel, and were standing in the lobby discussing their recent tournament victories. After about an hour, the manager came out of the office, and asked them to disperse. "But why," they asked, as they moved off. "Because," he said. "I can't stand chess-nuts boasting in an open foyer." 18. A woman has twins, and gives them up for adoption. One of them goes to a family inEgypt, and is named 'Ahmal.' The other goes to a family in Spain; they name him 'Juan.' Years later, Juan sends a picture of himself to his birth mother. Upon receiving the picture, she tells her husband that she wishes she also had a picture of Ahmal. Her husband responds, "They're twins! If you've seen Juan, you've seen Ahmal." 19. Mahatma Gandhi, as you know, walked barefoot most of the time, which produced an impressive set of calluses on his feet. He also ate very little, which made him rather frail and with his odd diet, he suffered from bad breath. This made him (oh, man, this is so bad, it's good) .. a super-calloused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis. 20. A dwarf, who was a mystic, escaped from jail. The call went out that there was a small medium at large. 21. And finally, there was the person who sent twenty different puns to his friends, with the hope that at least ten of the puns would make them laugh. No pun in ten did.  more

Resolved Question: How can a flu virus be a mixture of pig, bird and human viruses, unless it's man made?

Forgive my cynicism but it seems rather strange that at a time when the New World Order are planning to reduce the human population to about 1 billion, that a new virus that is a mixure of bird, pig, and human viruses should suddenly make an appearance. Is this a laboratory producxed virus that has deliberately released to bring about the panademic required for wiping out the human race, for the benefit of the UN and it's New World Order? "The big threat to the planet is people: there are too many, doing too well economically and burning too much oil." – Sir James Lovelock, BBC Interview ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "My three main goals would be to reduce human population to about 100 million worldwide, destroy the industrial infrastructure and see wilderness, with it’s full complement of species, returning throughout the world." -Dave Foreman, co-founder of Earth First! "The Earth has cancer and the cancer is Man." - Club of Rome, Mankind at the Turning Point "A cancer is an uncontrolled multiplication of cells; the population explosion is an uncontrolled multiplication of people. We must shift our efforts from the treatment of the symptoms to the cutting out of the cancer. The operation will demand many apparently brutal and heartless decisions.'' - Prof Paul Ehrlich, The Population Bomb "I don't claim to have any special interest in natural history, but as a boy I was made aware of the annual fluctuations in the number of game animals and the need to adjust the cull to the size of the surplus population." - Prince Philip, preface of Down to Earth ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "A reasonable estimate for an industrialized world society at the present North American material standard of living would be 1 billion. At the more frugal European standard of living, 2 to 3 billion would be possible." - United Nations, Global Biodiversity Assessment ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "A total population of 250-300 million people, a 95% decline from present levels, would be ideal." - Ted Turner, founder of CNN and major UN donor ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "... the resultant ideal sustainable population is hence more than 500 million but less than one billion." - Club of Rome, Goals for Mankind ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "One America burdens the earth much more than twenty Bangladeshes. This is a terrible thing to say. In order to stabilize world population,we must eliminate 350,000 people per day. It is a horrible thing to say, but it's just as bad not to say it." - Jacques Cousteau, UNESCO Courier Am I being paranoid, or are the self proclaimed saviours of the planet, quoted, really out to kill us?  more

Resolved Question: Are a lot of young men afraid of women?

I was recently in the company of a young man in his mid late twenties. We were in a dutch coffeeshop and the place filled up with about 25 travelling women adding a buzz to an already buzzing joint. Within ten minutes or so I was engaged in all sorts of good converstations and having some laughs with these ladies.The young well turned out and good enough looking dude was speechless kept looking at himself in the (many) mirrors and later admitted he couldnt approach women. I 'm twice this guys age dont give it a second thought and before you know it I'm swapping emails and phone numbers my pipe or having maybe a dance too. Remember its a dutch coffeeshop ! Travellers worldwide ! Is this commonplace with todays young men to be afraid of chatting and playing the game with women. Whats wrong with them and why do women relax with older men ? I love not making sense ?  more

Resolved Question: jokes: Little Jonny jokes for you guys......!?

Little Johnny & the Evils of Liquor Little Johnny's chemistry teacher wanted to teach his class a lesson about the evils of liquor, so he set up an experiment that involved a glass of water, a glass of whiskey, and two worms. "Now, class. Observe what happens to the two the worms," said the professor putting the first worm in the glass of water. The worm in the water moved about, twisting and seemingly unharmed. He then dropped the second work in the whiskey glass. It writhed in pain for a moment, then quickly sank to the bottom and died. "Now kids, what lesson can we derive from this experiment?" he asked. Little Johnny raised his hand and wisely responded, "Drink whiskey and you won't get worms!" _________________________________________________________ Giggling In Class A young female teacher was giving an assignment to her Grade 6 class one day. It was a large assignment so she started writing high up on the chalkboard. Suddenly there was a giggle from one of the boys in the class. She quickly turned and asked, "What's so funny Pat?" Well teacher, I just saw one of your garters." "Get out of my classroom," she yells, "I don't want to see you for three days." The teacher turns back to the chalkboard. Realizing she had forgotten to title the assignment; she reaches to the very top of the chalkboard. Suddenly there is an even louder giggle from another male student. She quickly turns and asks, "What's so funny Billy?" "Well miss, I just saw both of your garters." Again she yells, "Get out of my classroom!" This time the punishment is more severe, "I don't want to see you for three weeks." Embarrassed and frustrated, she drops the eraser when she turns around again. So she bends over to pick it up. This time there is an burst of laughter from another male student. She quickly turns to see Little Johnny leaving the classroom. "Where do you think you are going?" she asks. "Well teacher, from what I just saw, my school days are over!" ______________________________________________________- Sunday School Lesson Little Janice was not the best student in Sunday school. Usually she slept through class. One day the teacher called on her while she was napping, “Tell me Janice, who created the universe?” When Janice didn’t stir, little Johnny, a boy seated in the chair behind her, took a pin and jabbed her in the rear. “God Almighty!” shouted Janice and the teacher said, “Very good” and Janice fell back asleep. A while later the teacher asked Janice, “Who is our Lord and Saviour.” But, Janice didn’t even stir from her slumber. Once again, Johnny came to the rescue and stuck her again. “Jesus Christ!” shouted Janice and the teacher said, “Very good,” and Janice fell back asleep. Then the teacher asked Janice a third question. “What did Eve say to Adam after she had her twenty-third child?” and again, Johnny jabbed her with the pin. This time Janice jumped up and shouted, “If you stick me with that thing one more time, I’ll break it in half and stick it up your ass!” … the teacher fainted ______________________________________________________ Little Johnny Wants Some Ice Cream Little Johnny rushes home from school. He invades the fridge and is scooping out some cherry vanilla ice cream when his mother enters the kitchen. She says, “Put that away Johnny! You can’t have ice cream now. It’s too close to supper time. Go outside and play.” Johnny whimpers and says, “There’s no one to play with.” Trying to placate him, she says, “OK, I’ll play with you. What do you want to play?” He says, “I wanna play Mommy and Daddy.” Trying not to register surprise, and to further appease him, she says, “Fine, I’ll play. What do I do?” Johnny says, “You go up to the bedroom and lie down.” Figuring that she can easily control the situation, she goes upstairs. Johnny, feeling a bit cocky, swaggers down the hall and opens the utility closet. He dons his father’s old fishing hat. As he starts up the stairs he notices a cigarette butt in the ashtray on the end table. He picks it up and slips it in the corner of his mouth. At the top of the stairs he moves to the bedroom doorway. His mother raises up and says, “What do I do now?” In a gruff manner, Johnny says, “Get your butt downstairs and get that kid some ice cream!” ______________________________________________________ WHAT DID YOU THINK OF THE JOKES? WHAT WOULD YOU RATE THEM OUT OF 10? Please star if you liked any of them. =:)  more

Resolved Question: THE WEDDING TEST (JOKE)?

I was a very happy man. My wonderful girlfriend and I had been dating for over a year, and so we decided to get married. There was only one little thing bothering me...It was her beautiful younger sister. My prospective sister-in-law was twenty-two, wore very tight miniskirts, and generally was bra-less. She would regularly bend down when she was near me, and I always got more than a nice view. It had to be deliberate. Because she never did it when she was near anyone else. One day her 'little' sister called and asked me to come over to check the wedding invitations. She was alone when I arrived, and she whispered to me that she had feelings and desires for me that she couldn't overcome. She told me that she wanted me just once before I got married and committed my life to her sister. Well, I was in total shock, and couldn't say a word. She said, 'I'm going upstairs to my bedroom, and if you want one last wild fling, just come up and get me.' I was stunned and frozen in shock as I watched her go up the stairs. I stood there for a moment, then turned and made a beeline straight to the front door. I opened the door, and headed straight towards my car. Lo and behold, my entire future family was standing outside, all clapping! With tears in his eyes, my father-in-law hugged me and said, 'We are very happy that you have passed our little test. We couldn't ask for a better man for our daughter . Welcome to the family.' And the moral of this story is: Always keep your condoms in your car :-)  more

Resolved Question: The ultimate test before marriage?

I was a very happy person. My wonderful girlfriend and I had been dating for over a year, and so we decided to get married. There was only one little thing bothering me - her beautiful younger sister. My prospective sister-in-law was twenty-two, wore very tight mini-skirts, and generally was braless. She would regularly bend down when she was near me, and I always got more than a pleasant view of her. It had to be deliberate. She never did it when she was near anyone else. One day the "little" sister called and asked me to come over to check the wedding invitations. She was alone when I arrived, and she whispered to me that she had feelings and desires for me that she couldn't overcome. She told me that she wanted to make love to me just once before I got married and committed my life to her sister. Well, I was in total shock, and couldn't say a word. She said, "I'm going upstairs to my bedroom, and if you want one last wild fling, just come up and get me." I was stunned and frozen in shock as I watched her go up the stairs. When she reached the top she pulled off her panties and threw them down the stairs at me. I stood there for a moment, then turned and made a beeline straight to the front door. I opened the door, and headed straight towards my car. Lo and behold, my entire future family was standing outside, all clapping! With tears in his eyes, my father-in-law hugged me and said, "We are very happy that you have passed our little test. We couldn't ask for a better man for our daughter. Welcome to the family!" And the moral of this story is: Always keep your condoms in your car.  more

Resolved Question: Does this scene sound and good and more importantly, does it make sence?

As he gazed up into the lifeless night sky, Zero felt his heart beat finally slow down. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, staining it red. He took a deep breath as the breeze flowed through his light hair, he knew he had to make a plan to get away, but how? Surely someone would notice him. He nibbled at his blood stained bottom lip trying to conger up some kind of remotely sensible plan, that didn't involve him jumping off the roof of the twenty-odd story building he was standing on. Zero closed his eyes and tried to think but his mind had gone blank he could only think of Kana and what she'd do if she ever found out that he'd just killed her brother. “God, what have I done?” he whispered to himself slowly easing his eyes open. “God? Why are you talking to him? He'll never answer you after that” a familiar voice scoffed from behind him. Zero didn't dare turn around. Dallen was the last person on earth he wanted to talk to. Zero imagined Dallen standing behind him, his eyes bright and his school uniform still on, still perfect, unlike his own. Zero took a deep breath and looked down “get lost Dal, this has nothing to do with you.” “I thought you loved Kana, Zero” Dallen said smugly, a smile playing on his pale lips, “obviously not, eh?” “shut up” Zero whispered, his tone slightly harsh. His hand had formed itself into a small loose fist and his muscles had tightened. “What?” Dallen said laughing, he tossed his silky hair out of his dark eyes, “I'm only stating the facts. If you loved her, you wouldn't have just murdered her brother. It's as simple as.” “Shut up”Zero repeated tightening his fist. His voice was a slightly louder. Dallen laughed tauntingly.“I don't see why your so mad, you're still alive. You haven't just lost the one person you had left to a merciless cold blooded killer who you thought was your friend” “Why can't you just shut the hell up?”Zero snapped violently turning around to face Dallen. Dallen slowly walked closer to Zero, grinning like a cat, his eyes glinting like stars. Zero's eyes, however, were dark, cold and narrow, his anger showing clearly. He felt his fists tighten so took a few breaths to try calm himself. Dallen chuckled slightly and shook his head. “Why can't you stop over-reacting, Zero?” he laughed even more and moved his face closer to Zero's You've always been such a drama queen. It's no surprise Kana can't stand you and hey, she's gonna hate you even more now! I mean sure, Kaylen deserved a good beating but killing him-” Dallen cut off as a fist covered with dried blood slammed into his jaw. His eyes narrowed as his mouth formed into an 'O' shape. He glared at Zero who seemed expressionless. Zero flexed his fingers and gazed into Dallen's now midnight black and carmine eyes. He panted slightly as he watched a light purple bruise form on Dallen's snow-white skin. “you're gonna regret that” Dallen snapped taking a step backwards, pushing up the sleeves of his blazer. He rubbed his hand against his saw jaw, Zero really could hit hard when he wanted to. He paused for a minute, just staring at Zero he then took a deep breath and launched a fist at Zero's chest. Zero grabbed his wrist and bent it back on itself slightly. “Don't fight me, Dal”Zero whispered, tightening his grip, “I'm really not in the mood” “You should have though of that before you hit me!” Dallen snapped, punching Zero in the stomach. Zero let go of Dallen and clutched his stomach. He coughed slightly. Dallen punched Zero again, this time in the mouth then repeatedly in the cheek, eye and jaw and in several places on his abdomen. Zero kept breathing heavily, absorbing the mêlée of hits, taking in their full power. He didn't want to fight Dallen back especially if he released his fire power... if he does that, then I'll hurt him Zero thought embracing the torture that was being inflicted on his body relativity openly. He groaned quietly in pain as he felt his whole body bruise and his legs collapsed underneath him so he fell onto just his knees. Oh by the way, I'm only 13 ^^ so please don't be TOO harsh but I'm all for constructive critism  more

Resolved Question: Would you be worried if you found one of these new viruses in your computer?

Security experts and federal government authorities warn that offspring of the dangerous e-mail virus are now on the loose. As a public service, we present the following list of "I Love You" variations and how to recognize them: The "I Love You, But I'm Shy" virus never actually invades your computer but collects data about it worshipfully from afar. The "Unrequited Love" virus causes your computer to be so obsessed with a virus it can never have that it can no longer function. The "Love The One You're With" virus hangs around your computer, but the whole thing is just temporary until it can find the computer that it really wants to invade. The "Can't We Just Be Friends" virus makes your computer think it's interested in invading. Then, just when your computer is getting excited about the invasion, it breaks off the connection with your computer, dashing its hard drive against the rocks. The "One Night Stand" virus invades your computer, turns its hard drive upside down, then disappears after promising to come back some time. But it leaves a twenty in your online bank account. The "Happily Married" virus invades only one computer and stays with it for life. The "Unhappily Married" virus spends a long time negotiating with a computer, finally invades it, and then strays to other computers from time to time. The "I Can't Commit" virus hangs around a computer for a long time and frequently sends messages that it intends to invade, but is really just interested in playing with your computer's data. The "It's Just A Physical Thing" virus invades your computer on a regular basis, but no meaningful data is ever exchanged. The "I Want A Divorce" virus sends repeated, hard-to-read messages that your computer is never turned on, then finally leaves. But it returns some time later and takes half of your computer's best data in an ugly network session. The "Stalker" virus spends unnatural amounts of time monitoring your computer, collecting data your computer has thrown away and trying to record its most intimate functions. The "Forever Single" virus causes your computer to focus solely on other computers that are totally incompatible with it. The "Deadbeat Dad" virus invades your computer, spawns an entirely new database, then refuses to help update it as it grows. The "Married Too Long" virus splits your PC into two partitions that never interface - one that does too much online shopping and one that never does anything  more

Resolved Question: Could you help me with my English, please?

Hi everybody, I have to write a film review about a film I'd recommend people to buy on DVD. Would you mind correcting my mistakes, please? Thanks in advance. ------------- Braveheart is a 1995 historical action-drama film directed by Mel Gibson who also starred in the lead role as William Wallace, the legendary Scottish freedom fighter. It also stars, Angus Macfadyen as Robert the Bruce, claimant to the throne of Scotland, Patrick McGoohan as King Edward I of England, Sophie Marceau as Princess Isabelle, unhappily married to the effete Edward, Prince of Wales, and Catherine McCormack as Murron MacClannough, the executed wife of Wallace, and an extensive cast for other characters. The film, based on historical facts, won five Academy Awards in 1996, including the Academy Award for Best Picture and Best Director. The film is set in the late 13th century. It was filmed on location in Scotland and the major battle scenes were shot in Ireland. The film opens with a young William Wallace when Scotland is occupied by Edward I of England, known as “Longshanks” and his oppressive rule there leads to the deaths of William Wallace's father and brother. The boy goes away to France and twenty years later he returns to Scotland again where he falls in love with Murron and both of them marry in secret to avoid the primae noctis, the privilege of sleeping with the bride on the first night of the marriage. However, the day after their secret marriage, Murron is killed by the English soldiers and William decides to take revenge, with the help of his fellow villagers, cutting the sheriff's throat with the same dagger that killed Murron. From that moment on Wallace leads a ramshackle, but courageous, army through a series of successful battles against the English. He also gets the Scottish nobility are on his side. King Edward I is astonished by the unexpected turn of events and as he can’t rely on his ineffectual son, Prince Edward, he decides to send his daughter-in-law Princess Isabelle to discuss a truce with Wallace but they have an affair. But Edward I is very intelligent and reaches an agreement with the nobility in Scotland behind Wallace’s back and William Wallace is betrayed by the Scottish nobility and defeated at the Battle of Falkirk. Later he is caught in a trap and handed over to the English Crown where he is brought before the English magistrates and tried for high treason. Wallace, sentenced to death, is cruelly tortured at the square. The magistrate offers him a quick death in exchange for a plea for mercy. People who are watching the execution also begin to yell for mercy because they are awed in view of the suffering of Wallace. William signals to the magistrate that he wishes to speak. And this is my favourite scene: Using the last strength in his body, he cries, "Freedoooooooom!" and turns his head, seeing an image of Murron in the crowd smiling at him as he is beheaded. I highly recommend Braveheart, especially to history lovers. You don’t only enjoy a nice story full of heroism, romance, spectacular landscapes and entertaining anecdotes; you also learn the way of life at that time and understand better the present political situation in The United Kingdom. Braveheart captures the deepest and oldest feeling of the human race: the freedom. thank all of you so much for reading my review from Spain.  more

Resolved Question: A real evil psychopath i met at 12 years ago took a real dislike to?

me and spoil my .At time i am five good friends and there family's and was treated with respect by them .The people also treated me well .but tie evil man spread nasty rumours about me and this had all my friends turned against me and also got called untrue name by gangs of girls and lads where i live this went for over 2 years destroyed me I tryed to my rebuild life to in one way all other since but can not find goods like one i know before they had been with me for twenty years ,New Friends have come in my life and either hurt badly or just stopped seeing me for some reason I have Also been married and was Virgin at the time at the age of 39 .I am so mun happy with my life how can i change it I 47 hate being on my or with people that may hurt me again The ended because he treated me very badly after we got married and made out a lair The marriage ended because he treated me very badly after we got married and made out a lair The marriage ended because he treated me very badly after we got married and made out a lair  more

Resolved Question: Ramadan: Inspired by jungenhaftes Mädchen- La Ilaha Ililah Muhamadun Rasoolallah Aliun Wali Ali?

Here is in Quran. Sura Maeda is Last Sura of Quran by Revelation Quran 5:55] Your Wali are (no less than) Allah, His Messenger, and the (fellowship of) believers,- those who establish regular prayers and regular charity while in raku La Ilaha Ililah= Allah is Wali Muhamadun Rasoolallah = Muhammad (saww) is Wali Aliun Wali Allah= Ali (as) is Wali. READ TAFSEER FROM ANY SUNNI SCHOLAR PLEASE TELL ME ANYBODY ELSE WHO GAVE CHARITY IN RAKU EXCEPT ALI (AS) All the commentators unanimously hold, as Qushaji admits in the Sharh al Tajrid on the subject of imamat, that this verse refers to Ali when he gave his ring to a beggar while bowing down in the course of his prayers. Nasa-i has also recorded this tradition in his Sahihah al Nasa-i, and so has the author of Al Jama Bayn al Sihah al Sittah (corroboration of the six authentic books) in discussion of the commentary on al Ma-idah, and so does Tha-labi in his Tafsir Kabir, and al Balakhi in his Yanabi has copied it from Ahmad bin Hanbal's Musnad, vol. 5, margin of p. 38. Please refer to the commentary on this verse in Wahidi's book Asbab al Nuzul (the circumstances of descent) which contains the tradition related by Ibn Abbas. Al Khatib has recorded the tradition in Al Muttafiq, and Ibn Marduwayh and Abu Shaykh in their Musnads. It is mentioned in Kanz al Ummal, vol. 6, p. 391, tradition no. 5991. In Ghayah al Maram, chapter 18, there are twenty four traditions from sources other than the Ahl ul Bayt, all supporting the above statement about the descent of this verse. When Abi Ishaq Ahmad ibn Muhammad ibn Ibrahim Naysaburi al Tha-labi reached this verse he recorded the following in his Tafsir al Kabir on the authority of Abu Dharr al Ghifari, who said "Both of my ears may turn deaf and both my eyes may become blind if I speak a lie. I heard the Holy Prophet saying, 'Ali is the guide of the righteous and the slayer of the infidels. He who has helped him is victorious and he who has abandoned him is forsaken'. One day I said my prayers in the company of the Holy Prophet; a beggar came to the masjid and begged for alms, but nobody gave him anything. Ali was in a state of ruku in the prayer. He pointed out his ring to the beggar, who approached him and removed the ring from his finger. Thereupon the Holy Prophet implored Allah, saying: 'O Allah! My brother Musa begged You saying: My Lord, delight my heart and make my task easy and undo the knot in my tongue so that they may understand me, and appoint from among my kinsmen, Harun, my brother, as my vizier, and strengthen my back with him and make him participate in my mission so that we may glorify You and remember You more frequently. Certainly You see us-and You inspired him: O Musa! All your requests have been granted. (The Holy Prophet continued) Delight my heart and make my task easy and appoint from among my kinsmen Ali as my vizier and strengthen my back with him'. (Abu Dhar proceeds) By Allah, the Holy Prophet had not yet finished his supplication when the trustworthy Jibril descended to him with this verse". (Ibn Khallikan says that Al Tha-labi was unique as a commentator of the Quran and his Tafsir al Kabir is superior to all other Tafsirs). In this verse the word wali has been used in the meaning of guardian or master or who holds authority superior to others. Please refer to the origin of the word wali in Sihah or Mukhtar al Sihah or any other good dictionary. The lexicographers have explained that he who manages the affairs of and exercises authority for another person is the wali of that person. This verse, therefore, means that those who manage the affairs of the people (mankind) are superior to all men, and certainly they are Allah, His messenger, the Holy Prophet, and Ali, who possesses all the qualifications enumerated in this verse. Allah has simultaneously confirmed His wilayah (superior authority), that of His prophet and his wali (Ali) in unbroken succession. Allah's wilayah is universal, so likewise, the wilayah of the Holy Prophet and his wali (Ali) must be so. It is not possible to assign to the word wali in this verse the meaning of a helper or a friend, etcetera, for help and friendship are not confined to these three only. All the faithful men and women, according to the holy book, are friends and helpers of one another. It is as obvious as can be that the word wali in this verse means, guardian, ruler, possessor of superior authority. It is in this sense that the word wali has been used by the Holy Prophet in the abovenoted tradition related by Al Tha-labi in his Tafsir al Kabir on the authority of Abu Dharr al Ghifari whom the Holy Prophet had given the title of siddiq (the truthful). There are other authentic traditions, given below, in which the word wali indicates its true meaning: (i) Abu Dawud al Tayalisi has recorded in Isti-ab on the authority of Ibn Abbas, who said: "The Holy Prophet said to Ali, 'You are the master (wali) of the faithful after me'." (ii) Af http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index;_ylt=AoJdbDWn6uqKMJIlaG9vYSbsy6IX;_ylv=3?qid=20090327081951AALMVxg jungenhaftes Mädchen You are denying Quran GO AND INVESTIGATE READ QURAN QURAN SAYS WALI QURAN IS IN ARABIC NOT IN ENGLISH Dawn Tobanaoozbillah Is Quran a corrupted book? IT IS IN QURAN READ IT AND INVESTIGATE QURAN 5-55 Quran is in Arabic the word Wali IS in Quran 5-55  more

Resolved Question: Im writing my first novel. please tell me what you think of my first chapter.?

Chapter One Is this the end? Alex didn’t feel or see it, it happened far too quickly for him to do anything. Even if he wanted to the words that left the man he knew to well few seconds earlier made Alex go into a state of limbo. He was neither here nor there by the time it engulfed his entire body. The three simple words that left the man lips made him want them to have rather instantly blown into the bitter cold air that was surrounding them. But he knowingly knew they wouldn’t. Everything up until this point meant something to Alex; the journey to this exact moment in time was hard, now it felt somehow pointless. He started to think for a moment. It was coming true he thought. “Your life can change in a single beat of a heart”. He could remember those exact words she spoke as if it was yesterday. He knew now somehow the words were meant for him. Every word people spoke about this man standing in front of him meant absolutely nothing now. For six months Alex had built a hatred for him even though he had and would do unimaginable and terrible things all this just didn’t exist to him anymore. He started to fell breathless and light headed it felt like the room was closing in on him. His lungs were trying to force air into them but it was becoming hard to take in any. His vision started to become tunneled and blurry, “what is happening to me”? “Something is wrong”. He started to be quickly pulled from the limbo state he felt he was trapped in. with his vision blurry it took him a few seconds for him to adjust to the man that was now standing in front of him. The man was inches from Alex’s face now, compared to three feet away seconds earlier; he didn’t even notice the man move. The man was gripping his arm with an inescapable grip. “Now you know”. The man said in a menacing forceful tone. Alex started to struggle; but the man’s grip was to strong for him. Then it hit Alex. Pain ripped through his stomach it felt like nothing he had ever felt before. It started too radiate off every cell in his body. Alex looked down in shock trying to catch his breath he saw an eight-inch blade penetrating him, the man had stabbed him. He started to think that the man’s grip wasn’t so bad after all; it helped him stand better because he could feel he legs starting to give way. He noticed that the knuckle of the man was starting to turn white with the grasp of the blade. “Sorry”, the man said. “It has to be done”. Fear and panic simultaneously spread over Alex like a tidal wave. “Alex!” A voice shouted. As Alex turned his head he saw Rafus. He had completely forgotten that he was with him, relief started to spread. Alex could just make out where Rafus was because he was standing in the shadow that was cast at the fare end of the room. He started to run towards the man. Alex’s relief quickly turned to more fear as he saw panic in Rafus’s eyes he was running straight towards the man ready with his fist raised to punch. He didn’t succeed he barely got within three feet of the man when he was punched with so much force that he thrown across the marble floor for about twenty feet narrowly missing the table. With his vision blurred and face now throbbing; he jumped to his feet and started to run forward again. “NO! Rafus leave him” Alex said swallowing and breathing hard. “HE IS GOING KILLING YOU!” Rafus screamed feeling helpless. Alex looked at his chest and quickly back at Rafus with a strained smile on his face. Rafus looked at him confused, then realizing what he meant he looked at him as if to say I understand but be careful. “That’s a good man you stay where you are and you won’t get hurt”. The man said as if he was enjoying the power and control he had over Rafus. “You’re not going to get away with this”. Rafus spat back with a venom tone. “Oh yes I am, watch me” the man said leaning towards him. Rafus saw the man get close to Alex and whisper something in his ear he was to quiet to make out what. Then without warning he pushed Alex back keeping hold of the blade tightly. Then it came. A roaring cry through gritted teeth echoed through the overly large room. Rafus felt helpless in not helping him, every second that past his anger increased. It was if it was happening all in slow motion to Rafus. Alex was falling back eyes tightly closed trying to handle to pain. The blade didn’t move it stayed in the same position blood dripping from it. Rafus started to feel sick not being able to do anything. The man’s face was looking twisted it was as if he was in a trance or shock. “I’ve done it” he said. “I Have finally done it” laughing uncontrollably. His laughter stopping quicker then it came. “What are you doing”? He said and quickly grabbed Alex’s right arm. “No you don’t that won’t help you now”. You are weak and the pod will not work when someone is this weak. As the man pulled Alex’s arm away from the pod he held him in mid air he was suspended by the man’s grip only, only his feet was touching the A few people is getting confused, this is near the end of the book. I wanted to show the reader the story going back on its self. the floor. Alex started to feel weak; he was loosing blood fast, to fast. He looked down at his chest and could see that the pod’s view hole was moving lesser by the second. That told Alex he was dying and the power in the pod was becoming weak as well. He could not stop thinking that he had failed. As the man released Alex’s arm he feel the last two feet to the floor with a thud. He reached down and started to release the straps on the pod. “No please don’t do this” Alex pleaded. “Thank you for doing most of the hard work for me, sorry it had to come to this but you know what its like” ignoring Alex’s pleading. He man could not believe had got hold of the pod at last. Raising it up he could feel the power starting to run back through it. Alex started to cry, its over this is where it ends. He thought. It was only six months ago that he was sitting in the sun not having a single worry in the world; he could remember it well because it was the hottest summer ever on record. Eating ice cream with his friend and sister, come to think about it he thought that’s when it all began. That’s when I was sucked into all this, all this good and evil searching and finding. Alex felt warm and started to feel happy, “why am I feeling happy?” Alex said aloud. The man didn’t hear him, he was marveling too much with his accomplishment of getting the pod at last. Then he could faintly hear birds something he hadn’t heard for a while. “Why am I hearing birds now”? With his breathing became shallow he noticed he was too weak to move anymore. Am I dying? He thought. Is this the end? Then he closed his eyes and his world went dark.  more

Resolved Question: Critique my short story?

I wrote this for my AS Level English Language coursework. Trouble is, it's WAY too long :( I need it cutting by at least 400 words, just wondered what bits I could cut out of it for it to still make sense, thought I'd put it on here so other people can critique it, as from my point of view I can't possibly cut anymore :( Also, give me your opinions on it please :) Here we go: Swoosh. The wind swept in through the shattered window, caressing the cobwebs that cloaked the once beautiful room. Jangles lifted his head from his filthy hands and peered through the darkness. He was almost comforted by the sight of the children surrounding him. The children were static, yet animate. They were silent, yet oozed noise of a visual kind. The children were present, yet there they lay, cold, and very, very dead. The Bennetts finally located a parking space for their silver Mercedes at twenty to eleven, after ten minutes of circuiting the waterlogged field-cum-car park next to the circus. Mr Bennett was most irritated by the splodges of mud, which had been rather energetically splattered upon the pristine exterior of the Merc. He loved his car; it was his pride and joy. A swish, sensible car for a swish, sensible man, as far as he was concerned. But now his beloved Mercedes had had a dousing of muck, it may as well be a common Corsa. Not, he thought, a brilliant start to the day. Time flew on in a riot of colour; little Joshua Bennett’s ecstatic grin could have lit up a small city. After an hour and a half’s worth of wandering around the “cuckoo cavalcade”, it was time for the main event. The world, his wife and the Bennett family traipsed into the spectacular “Big Top”; a humungous, dazzling red and white tent. Joshua let out a squeal of excitement. His mother ‘let out’ a prod in the arm. “It’s starting, it’s starting!” shrieked Joshua as the old, flickering lights were dimmed. A single spotlight. A single voice. “Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, I warmly welcome you all to the “Cirque de Mineurs-Oubliés”! Where nightmares perish in indignant flame, where dreams become reality. May you be dazzled by magic and wowed by illusion! This is unlike anything you have ever witnessed before, ladies and gentlemen. This is what the edge of your seat was made for.” The Big Top was a twist of tension, an array of anticipation, an entanglement of excitement. Time flew by. Hours seemed like minutes, minutes like seconds, and seconds were completely insignificant. Beautiful gypsy women fluttered through the air, swirling and twirling on dainty lengths of ribbon attached to the ceiling. Ferocious tigers leapt through burning hoops. Graceless clowns, adorned in layers of sickly bright make up tumbled around to fits of laughter. A lone figure limped onto the stage in a flurry of violet smoke. His demeanour was extremely intriguing; in his midnight black top and tails, mystery oozed from every pore. A gloved, yet nevertheless spindly hand emerged from his cloak pocket. Turning a full circle, he retrieved his left hand, too, his palms facing out towards the audience, showing them that his hands were empty. Snap! He clapped his hands together with tremendous force. His fists now entwined, he slowly looked up at his audience from underneath his shaggy top hat. A small slit in the left corner of the Big Top permitted a miniscule beam of light to pass through its canvassing. It reflected off the curious man’s piercing blue eyes as his hands sprung apart, and a glorious white dove materialized in-between them. Satisfied with the shrieks of delight and roaring applause, the man removed his hat and grinned at the crowd. “I am Marvolo the Magician. For my next trick,” he rasped in his old, tired voice, “I will be requiring some volunteers.” There was an abundance of bouncing, boisterous waving of hands and gleeful squeals from the younger members of the audience. Marvolo pointed his crooked finger at his selected children, ostensibly at random. This however, was not the case, as the children would soon find out. Five over-excited, snotty nosed infants had now taken their places beside Marvolo, and only one more was required. The magician’s gaze fell upon a skinny lad with flame coloured hair and a look of awe across his milk coloured face. His physical attributes were not those normally desired for such an activity; the chubby kids always went down a treat, but Marvolo had a feeling about this one. Beckoning the boy forward, Marvolo’s mouth twisted into a disconcerting smile. “And finally,” sung the magician sinisterly, “you. What’s your name sonny?” “Joshua. Joshua Bennett.” For such a slight child, he was bursting with confidence. “Very well, very well,” chuckled Marvolo. “For this trick, I need all of you children to climb inside this chest.” ‘This chest’ was an enormous box, which actually resembled a ten-man coffin. The children seemed perplexed, their eyes as wide as saucers. The Magician was like the Pied  more

Resolved Question: Birthday suprise for boyfriend?

Okay, my boyfriend and I are turning twenty. He's been in sexual relationships before as have I. I really want to give him a sexy birthday surprise but don't know what. Any suggestions? And can anyone (UK) send me some links to some good corsets perhaps? Thankyou so much! Finn  more

Resolved Question: Does the details here make the religion of peace more clear?

'' The Uncomfortable Definition of an Infidel Allah or the Lord Jesus Christ? The Muslim religion is by far the fastest growing religion in the UK. Last month I attended my annual training session that's required for maintaining my prison security clearance. During the training session there was a presentation by three speakers representing the Roman Catholic, Protestant and Muslim faiths, who explained each of their beliefs. I was particularly interested in what the Islamic Imam had to say. The Imam gave a great presentation of the basics of Islam, complete with a video. After the presentations, time was provided for questions and answers. When it was my turn, I directed my question to the Imam and asked: “Please, correct me if I'm wrong, but I understand that most Imams and clerics of Islam have declared a holy jihad [Holy war] against the infidels of the world and, that by killing an infidel, (which is a command to all Muslims) they are assured of a place in heaven. If that's the case, can you give me the definition of an infidel?” There was no disagreement with my statements and, without hesitation, he replied, 'Non-believers!' I responded, “So, let me make sure I have this straight. All followers of Allah have been commanded to kill everyone who is not of your faith so they can have a place in heaven. Is that correct?” The expression on his face changed from one of authority and command to that of a little boy who had just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He sheepishly replied, ‘Yes.' I then stated, “Well, I have a real problem trying to imagine Pope Benedict commanding all Catholics to kill those of your faith or Dr. Stanley ordering all Protestants to do the same in order to guarantee them a place in heaven!” The Imam was speechless! I continued, “I also have a problem with being your 'friend' when you and your brother clerics are telling your followers to kill me! Let me ask you a question. Would you rather have your Allah, who tells you to kill me in order for you to go to heaven, or my Jesus who tells me to love you because I am going to heaven and He wants you to be there with me?” You could have heard a pin drop as the Imam remained speechless. Needless to say, the organisers and promoters of the 'Diversification' training seminar were not happy with this way of dealing with the Islamic Imam and exposing the truth about the Muslims' beliefs. Within twenty years there will be enough Muslim voters in the UK to elect a government of their choice, complete with sharia law. I think everyone in the U.K. should be required to read this, but with the Liberal justice system, liberal media and the political correctness madness, there is no way this will be widely publicised. Please pass this on to all your e-mail contacts. John Harrison MBE. MIDSc  more

Resolved Question: boyfriend sexually experimented with another man... what does this mean?

My boyfriend and I are in a very serious long-term relationship. He is in his twenties but as far as I know I'm his first actual girlfriend. I don't think he's even kissed very many girls in his lifetime. He tells me about girls he had crushes on when he was younger, but nothing ever came of them. Anyways what I'm worried about, is he recently told me that he sexually experimented as a teenager (before we knew each other) with a male friend of his on a regular basis. They never had sex but would give each other oral and masturbate each other. He doesn't speak to the other boy anymore but as far as he knows he is heterosexual. At first I found this a real turn on, but I'm extremely self conscious and now I worry that I'm not giving him something that a man can give him sexually. He cannot orgasm inside me, only when he masturbates. He's also recently been interested in anal sex (which I've refused to do, not because I think it has any homosexual connotations but because I'm not personally comfortable with it). He seems attracted to me and we have a good/normal sex life otherwise, but his close relationships with his male friends makes me worry that one day he'll admit to me that he may be homosexual, which would break my heart (it wouldn't matter to me if I weren't in love with him and planning my future around him). We're open with each other and I've discussed this fear with him, but he laughs it off and thinks I'm not being serious. I know it's normal for young teens and children to sexually experiment with the same sex without it having anything to do with their sexual preference, but this occurred in his late teens (and I think he may have actually been older than he's willing to admit). What do you think this means? Are my fears totally silly and unfounded?  more

Resolved Question: Does depression cause you to become obssessed with owning lot of pets?

I found myself stuck at home alone with my daughter, sounds silly but felt so lonely and started off with pet goldfish then wanted more interactive pets got two ratties, one turning nasty and then both did so hubby got rid , then got Gps and one of which was a bit nippy , had a budgie and after 4 months died then got another rat my god lol im not a woman with twenty cats or anything but why do i do it. Am i a freak, animal crazy or just a bit lonely? I own a goldfish , two piggies and a rabbit which i took in as my friend no longer wanted her and dont plan anymore. Anyone go through this ?? thanks for all your kind words , im better now and dont worry i wont be a crazy cat lady like the one on simpsons lol x  more

Voting Question: Ok, I just wrote this, what do you think?

Its an extract from a book i'm trying to write, its not at the beginning.. near the end actually, but yeah, feedback? It had been a long day. I was tired, and all I wanted was hot chocolate, hot bath and bed. I really wasn’t in the mood to face the mountain of paperwork that awaited my arrival at home. I closed my eyes and rubbed then with the tips of my fingers, keeping one hand on the steering wheel. I sighed and took the roundabout at a normal speed, I couldn’t be bothered to concentrate hard enough to pull off my usual speed- i.e. at least twenty over the speed limit. Every time I came to some lights it blared into my sore, tired eyes and pierced right through my skull and drilled a laser-hole in the nerves of my brain. Pedestrian crossings were the worst- what with the too-bright lights accompanied with the high pitched beeping that resonated inside my head- echoing of my eardrums and ricocheting on my skull. I hadn’t slept for over forty-eight hours. I was tired. But that was no excuse for what happened next. I was driving slower than normal. But that doesn’t make it any better. I had both my hands on the steering wheel. But that doesn’t mean I did anything right. I don’t want to remember. At the same time, I’m scared to forget. Maybe I’ll never forget. Maybe the images of reality are scratched into my mind with such brute force that they could never be erased. Maybe I’ll never forget. I can see it clearly, like a film playing on a screen the size of London in my head. But the picture isn’t pixelated or blurred. No; should I be so lucky. The picture is clear, sharp, focussed. That makes it worse. Maybe I’ll never forget. I rounded the corner at thirty, watching the familiar scenery of the estate rush by. I saw the Mainright’s house out of the left window. That house held memories, and I almost laughed at a couple of them as they flashed though my mind at lightning speed, but I was too tired to laugh. Catapulting brownie mix at her from across the kitchen, feeling her bony elbow dig into my ribs as we lay side by side on her bed watching a DVD then rolling like a sausage onto her bedroom floor, holding her on my back as I tried to run down the stairs and feeling her slim limbs cling to me like I was I life ring… I felt a jolt, and the car spluttered to a stop. I rubbed my eyes and turned the ignition. Typical the car would stall when I just wanted to get home. The engine coughed to life, but for some reason was still on a standstill. I killed the engine and re-started it. Still no movement. Grudgingly, I flicked the bonnet lever and heaved my dead weight out of the car. I didn’t freeze when I saw her, like they do in books. I stopped, but it was intentional. I wasn’t rooted to the spot. Not at all. I felt nothing. No panic, no pain, no horror- just a slow spreading numbness ebbing its way through my veins. I took two steps- each measuring about sixty centimetres, and crouched down. Then I stood up and spun round. In a sudden rush to move quickly, I stepped once and leaped back in the car, gunned the engine to life and threw it into reverse. Three seconds later I took six steps as fast as I could and bent down to her. I saw my hand, white and pale, reach out to her. I saw I was shaking. I felt the soft cotton of material brush beneath my fingertips and my hand curled around her shoulder. Her t-shirt was purple. I rolled her gently and slowly onto my lap so that the small of her back was pressed onto my thigh. I supported her head. The next word I spoke would be that last one I spoke for what felt like an eternity. The word was cracked and chocked in the horror that was now seeping up my bloodstream from the soft white flesh beneath my hand. Ice. Fire. Hot. Cold. Horror. Numbness. “Isabelle.”  more

Resolved Question: gangland crime in ireland out of control?

Ok im sure most living in ireland will be aware of the current crime going on! and a lot of it is related to drugs ... i mean most of the time you turn on the news you will hear of a shooting stabbing in the likes of dublin and limerick and its spreading to parts of cork tipp and other counties now too... Only 3 years ago i heard about a man in his twenties who was shot dead aged only 25 in tipperary at a house party ,an area that had never heard of this kind of violence..the gardai at the time said it was a fight for power in the drug trade..Its clearly out of control and if steps are not taken to fight it ,its going to get worse..i think stricter prison sentences should be given along with tougher policing by the gardai.. i mean its got so bad now ...maybe the gardai should all carry a firearm??? the gangs carry guns so why would they fear the law?? i think the law has to change..what do you think?  more

Resolved Question: The blonde and the golfer........this is old as well?

A circus owner runs an advert for a lion tamer and two people show up. One is a good looking, older retired golfer in his late sixties and the other is a gorgeous blonde in her mid-twenties. The circus owner tells them, "I'm going to give you this straight - This is one ferocious lion! He ate my last tamer so you two had better be good or you will be history. Here's your Equipment -- chair, whip and a gun. Who wants to try first?" The girl says, "I'll go first." She walks past the chair, the whip and the gun and steps right into the lion's cage. The lion starts to snarl and pant and begins to charge at her. About half way there, she throws open her coat revealing her beautiful naked body. The lion stops dead in his tracks, sheepishly crawls up to her and starts licking her feet and ankles. He continues to lick and kiss her entire body for several minutes and then rests his head at her feet. The circus owner's jaw drops to the floor. He says, "I've never seen a display like that in my life." He then turns to the retired golfer and asks, "Can you top that?" The tough old golfer replies, "No problem, just get that ****** lion out of the way... "  more

Resolved Question: what about the lion tamers?

A circus owner runs an ad for a lion tamer and two people show up. One is a good looking; older retired golfer in his late sixties and the other is a gorgeous blonde in her mid-twenties. The circus owner tells them, "I'm not going to sugar coat it. This is one ferocious lion He ate my last tamer so you two had better be good or you're history. Here's your equipment -- chair, whip and a gun. Who wants to try out first?" The girl says, "I'll go first." She walks past the chair, the whip and the gun and steps right into the lion's cage. The lion starts to snarl and pant and begins to charge her. About half way there, she throws open her coat revealing her beautiful naked body. The lion stops dead in his tracks, sheepishly crawls up to her and starts licking her feet and ankles. He continues to lick and kiss her entire body for several minutes and then rests his head at her feet. The circus owner's jaw is on the floor. He says, "I've never seen a display like that in my life." He then turns to the retired golfer and asks, "Can you top that?" "No problem," the tough old golfer replies, "just get that damn lion out of the way  more

Turning Twenty News

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David S. Cohen is a journalist, editor and photographer who has covered entertainment, arts, science and global business for publications around the world. He has been a frequent contributor to Variety 's special reports since 1999, joining the ...

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David S. Cohen - Variety

Being a Laguna native who was brought up and taught to admire and honor Laguna’s greatest son, Dr. Jose Protacio Rizal Mercado y Alonso Realonda, I was aghast as I looked incredulously at this picture on the front page of Philippine Daily Inquirer ...

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Turning Rizal’s ‘bahay na bato’ green - Global Nation

I haven't eaten meat for a month. I haven't eaten eggs or drunk milk, either. Yes, I'm eating like a vegan. My decision to stop eating all animal-derived products probably had its origins in becoming a health writer six months ago. I began reading ...

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Turning a new leaf to try out vegan diet - Cleveland Plain Dealer

The Washington Post’s free commuter tabloid "Express" earned its name on Tuesday. On page 8, its timeline of "Turning Points: Key Dates in the Iraq War" was so quickly assembled that it left out the capture, trial, and execution of Saddam Hussein ...

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WaPo 'Express' Tabloid Timeline on Iraq War Includes Abu Ghraib, But ... - News Busters

When Daniel Descalso was 18 months old, he carried a baseball bat around the house and stared for hours at games on TV. So his father, George, put up a large metal pole with a Wiffle ball hanging from a string in the back yard. George watched one ...

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Next stop, Memphis? - News-Leader.com

i cant believe the level of performance that i have seen from india today. i know we won the match by 20 runs but the whole thing was an absolute joke. we gave away twenty nine extras, in addition to runs given away by dhoni's pathetic keeping as of ...

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From the Editor : - Cricket365.com

WISCASSET — During the 1980s and 1990s, divers and draggers worked the unregulated “Wild West” of Maine fishing: urchin harvesting. Twenty years later, the urchin industry’s fate mirrors that of the boom towns that emerged during the heyday ...

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Return of the urchin? - Times Record

Political group, Americans for Legal Immigration PAC , says it is rallying Americans against the Obama Comprehensive Immigration Reform Amnesty plans. According to the group those plans are being discussed with Congressional leaders in the White ...

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Anti-Illegal Immigration Group says Obama plan Creates More Illegal ... - Newsblaze.com

Computerworld - Last week's online protest against Microsoft Outlook is turning out to be a tempest-in-a-Tweet. As of today, almost 24,000 Twitter users had tweeted their support for the protest, which aims to get Microsoft Corp. to improve Outlook's ...

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Analysis: Is HTML e-mail dangerous for your PC, or just your eyeballs? - Computerworld

“Whoever the anonymous donor is that made this trip possible, I hope he someday will understand the impact he has had on the lives of these kids,” says Kristy Brown. Ms. Brown is the mother of Union City High School Class of 2010 member Katey ...

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Turning Twenty Links

Daytona II: Krohn Racing Grand Am Race Recap

Krohn Racing team owner/driver Tracy W. Krohn and teammate Eric van de Poele captured a Top 10 finish in their return to the Grand-Am Rolex Sports Car Series on July 4th at Daytona International Speedway. more

The Road to Rio

Sunday, 5 July 2009, 12:00 pm Press Release: Downtown Community Ministries There will be no team representing New Zealand at the Homeless World Cup in Milan this year, but 'Street Football Aotearoa' is determined to make it to the 2010 Rio Homeless World Cup. more

Lotto Creates 4th Of July Independence For Three

Sunday, 5 July 2009, 11:52 am Press Release: New Zealand Lotteries Commission Three lucky players from Nelson and Auckland will be celebrating their independence after winning a share of Lotto's 4th of July First Division prize, says NZ Lotteries' Chief Executive Todd McLeay. more

Tyranny & The Fourth

Coincidentally, the document that declared the independence of the United States was officially sanctioned on 04 July 1776 in Philadelphia and the turning-point battle of the Civil War that preserved the resulting Union was fought on 04 July 1863 at Gettysburg. more

Augustine's Laws - and Ares 1

Keith's note: Norman Augustine, current chair of the Review of U.S. Human Space Flight Plans Committee, and former president and chief operating officer of Lockheed Martin, wrote a book a few years ago titled " Augustine's Laws " in which he attempts to codify the rules that govern or guide doing business - especially with the Federal government. more

July 4th Bike News.

The Bicycle Film Festival hits Minneapolis July 8-12, with cycling related films and events at different locations during the week. more

Signs of the Times

Summer in Illinois is construction season. No surprise there. So, roads are closed, squeezed, shifted and crumpled, to allow the pouring of nice, fresh pre-cracked concrete all along your route. more

Jul. 4 2009, 9:20am-9:40am

On the Money On the Money - Jul. 4 2009, 9:20am-9:40am Financial Experts + " 0052900058. more

Feynman explains how trains stay on tracks and go around turns

This is exactly the kind of Feynman explanation I love. Not only does he make the complex simple, but he seems to be taking perverse pleasure in revealing something simple that few people think about but is an interesting concept once you start thinking about it. more

Exercise aims for safe schools

It can happen anywhere and it will happen again. On April 20, 1999, 12 students and one teacher were killed at Columbine High School in Littleton, Colo., in the nation's deadliest school shooting. more

Turning Twenty One Show

Turning Twenty-One is a titillating new reality TV show about 4 girls who surprise the 5th friend on her 21st birthday for a five-day party, all ...

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07.13.08 turning twenty, mailboxes and dogs leaving

some video from my birthday. it's kinda lame this week. sorry sorry. somehow i think it cut the last couple minute out of my video....i will ...

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Turning Twenty-One

Blacked out, for sure.

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Turning Twenty.

I'm officially 20! This was taken the nyte before my birthday. Who knows. My BF has suprised me with 5 presents at one go! *teehee*

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My Turning Twenty

This is my newest quilt. Done all in batiks, front and back. Quilted with Masterpiece thread and using the Chai Latte pattern by Sue Patten. by ...

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Carol D.'s Turning Twenty Safari

I did a really cool freehand peacock swirl allover the quilt.

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#13: Svetlana

To celebrate turning twenty-one, this Real Worlder goes on a multi-city birthday tour.

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Outside In

This is a sphere turning inside out.

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Carol D.'s Turning Twenty Safari

Closeup of the peacock swirl.

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PROLOGUE – EVANGELINE

August 6, 1989 – West Point, California Evangeline sat under the Black Oak tree and played with her cornhusk doll, Nina. She tucked Nina under a frayed scrap of woven blanket, leaned against the rough tree trunk, and sighed. It was so hot and dry this summer. The slightest breeze raised dust devils ... more

Jim Gordon/ Bruce Wayne - Momentum (15/15)

Title: Momentum - Part Fifteen Author: destinyawakened Words: 3800 Parings/characters: Jim/Bruce, Babs, Jimmy, Atkins, Garcia, the Trio Rating: pg-13 Disclaimer: Do not owns. do not sue. I like to play. Warnings: talk of sex, health, cancer, death of a character(not jim or bruce, promise).. spoilers ... more

Fic: Falling Down (CSI:Miami) 2/3

Chapter 5 Don't fall away and leave me to myself Don't fall away and leave love bleeding in my hands, in my hands again And leave love bleeding in my hands, in my hands Love lies bleeding “Hemorrhage (In My Hands)”, Fuel “I’m Calleigh Duquesne, my boyfriend, Tim Speedle was just brought in by ambula ... more

Fic: Thrill of Home (CSI:Miami) 1/3

Thrill of Hope Spoilers: Lost Son AU Insert favorite disclaimer here AN: At minimum, you need to be familiar with Blind Memory, The Edge of Darkness, and All These Things before embarking on this one. Or not, but this won't make much sense otherwise... Well it breaks my heart to see you this way The ... more

Fear of Romantic Novels

To begin with, I'm afraid of life. Not like, OH MY GOD I have to go to school today, so I'm going to kill myself. Sorry, nothing of that nature. It's more of the fear of my romantic future life. Future as in twenty years from now. I blame one book - Revolutionary Road. Revolutionary Road isn't just ... more

Temp Post

Just a quick excerpt of something for somebody. • Tohsaka Rin is also at a disadvantage. No, her burden is greater, as she fully understands the difference in their powers. "—Aero—" Caster points her finger with a composed expression. The magic is "aero," plague wind. Caster does not need to cast he ... more

Some Green Thoughts: Eco-Friendly

Some Green Thoughts: Eco-Friendly How often when you go to the grocery store are you asked if you want paper or plastic grocery bags? Well the best answer to that would be NEITHER. To keep the U.S. stocked with paper and plastic grocery bags, takes about fourteen million trees and twelve million bar ... more

Fic: Mary, Melusine, Mary, Medea [SGA, McKay/Sheppard, PG-13]

I swear to God, this story kicked my ass, but hopefully I kicked it right back. It was a sort of personal challenge - I wanted to see if I could do a, the creepy, and b, a mostly-linear story that didn't involve my usual scene breaks. That part was very hard, I tell you. Anyways, housekeeping: Quite ... more

Insomnia tip

Episode number 7 of Insomnia Radio New York. After a prolonged hiatus, IR: NY is back with Sarah Morrison at the helm. Recording Date: Saturday 4th July 2009 TRT: 37:40 Rating: Work Safe Download | Subscribe to Insomnia Radio | Subscribe to The Superfeed Tracks: Swimming in Speakers – In Knowing | F ... more

2009-07-04: July 4th TEA Party Day; The Declaration of Independence & The Men Who Signed It; Rothschilds’ Enslavement of Nations; Canadian Human Rights Commission–Gone Wild!; Top 10 Ironic Ads; U.S. C ...

The Phoenix Project Daily Journal (Phoenix Journal) Year 22, Day 322 July 4, 2009 July 4th TEA Party Day Click here to view the embedded video. The Declaration of Independence When in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected ... more

Turning twenty

2009 Mazda MX-5 marks its 20th anniversary. more

Turning Twenty - Houston, Texas

Jeff Lynch posted a photo: Turning Twenty - Houston, Texas. © 2009 Jeff Lynch Photography, Ltd. | All Rights Reserved Serious Amateur Photography. more

Quilt-o-Mania: Turning Twenty, restaged

Turning Twenty, restaged. I am anal about how my quilts are folded, amongst a lot of other things. Last night, our aupair not only didn't fold it right but also didn't put it back where it belonged. This morning as the light shone on it ... more

John Cusack commented that his one regret about turning twenty-one ...

John Cusack commented that his one regret about turning twenty-one was that he had become too old to play Holden Caulfield. From wik. more

turning twenty

In a few minutes I will officially be two decades old. 20, man. That's a big leap, considering I've been used to having the number one as the first digit for my age. Er, not that its a big deal but... it makes me think a lot, ... more

Turning Twenty-Six

Each year, I await my birthday with eager anticipation. I count down the days. I remind everyone around me of how much longer it is until the day! I love it. I love the celebration, the presents and, of course, the cake. ... more

La Petite Belle: THE-BIG-HUGE-EVENT-OF-CARMEN-TURNING-TWENTY-FIVE

It's here. My birthday month. I know what you're thinking. Ok, it's your birthday. Big deal. Grow up already. But no. I can't. Let me explain. (I promise that after this post, you will completely understand my fascination with myself... more

turning Twenty

Turning twenty made me realised that I still have not achieved certain goals and promises that I had made in the past, due to my inability to handle certain situations I was in at times. Learning from the experience was definitely ... more

Turning Twenty Finished!

Link Yay!!! I finished up my first Turning Twenty quilt top last Monday. I can tell you, it won't be my last. I love this pattern! Even though I used 10 fabrics instead of 20, I'm so please w/the way it turned out! ... more

On Turning Twenty...

It was beautiful though, we went to a chinese buffet for dinner and then paddled in the sea at torquay and took quite a few photos around and about...not online yet though. Sozzar! And they'd made cakes and stuck TWENTY (as in te ... more


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