Sunday, February 10, 2008

   OMGZ?!

"I have learned to love that which is meant to harm me, so that I can stand in the way of those who are less strong. I can take the bullets for those who aren't able to" -Margaret Cho

OMGOMGOMG!!
I BEAT OKAMI!!!!
AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!
*does naruto 'in-your-face' dance*
yaya!!
omg i'm so excited!
anyways, i slept over tamari's house and we just kinda chilled.
i finished okami there.
it made me cry; what issun said.
XD
i'm pathetic.
oh well!!
*dancing*
WOOOO!!!
right now i'm kinda hungry...
hmmm...
did anybody else notice something wrong with theO?
or was it just me?
i can't access anyone's profile when i search and the backroom looks weird and it won't show my second background
naaahh... T_T
well, i'm gunna go eat something.
OVER THE RAINBOW BRIDGE!!!
XDDDD
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Friday, February 8, 2008

   random streak of DOOOM!!!

"I have learned to love that which is meant to harm me, so that I can stand in the way of those who are less strong. I can take the bullets for those who aren't able to" -Margaret Cho

well, i kinda feel like someone wacked me in the back of the head with a wooden pole.
i dunno why, it's just kinda a murmer of a headache; at the very most.
oh well, it's starting to go away.
i'm having much fun trying to make characters of mine with the Create-A-Wolf flash.
yus....
i kinda wish someone was on to talk too...
>:D
yus!
oh dear, i believe i said that twice...
oh darn.
well, if you wanna rp or somthin, just pm me.
cause i'm lonley.
XD
AHHHOMGZ!
I RESORTED TO MAKING PINK WOLVES!
*rips out eyes*

p.s: please look at THIS and tell me what you think
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Thursday, February 7, 2008

hmmm...

"I have learned to love that which is meant to harm me, so that I can stand in the way of those who are less strong. I can take the bullets for those who aren't able to" -Margaret Cho

lately, alot actually, i've been having dreams where i die.
i usually don't remember them but the last two night's dreams bug me.
for example...
the other day i almost got killed by a dog and beaten by my deam-friend's parents
and last night i got killed by a humunculi and watched my friends attend my funeral
:/
plainly all i gotta say is wft?!

Someday-Nickelback-FMA
How the hell did we wind up like this?
Why weren't we able, to see the signs that we missed
And try turn the tables

I wish you'd unclench your fists, and unpack your suitcase
Lately there's been too much of this
But don't think it's too late

Nothing's wrong, just as long as
You know that someday I will

Someday, somehow
I'm gonna make it all right but not right now
I know you're wondering when
(You're the only one who knows that)
Someday, somehow
I'm gonna make it all right but not right now
I know you're wondering when

Well I'd hope that since we're here anyway
That we could end up saying
Things we've always needed to say
So we could end up staying
Now the story's played out like this
Just like a paperback novel
Let's rewrite an ending that fits
Instead of a Hollywood horror

Nothing's wrong, just as long as
You know that someday I will

Someday, somehow
I'm gonna make it all right but not right now
I know you're wondering when
(You're the only one who knows that)
Someday, somehow
I'm gonna make it all right but not right now
I know you're wondering when
(You're the only one who knows that)

[Solo]

How the hell did we wind up like this?
Why weren't we able, to see the signs that we missed
And try to turn the tables
Now the story's played out like this
Just like a paperback novel
Let's rewrite an ending that fits
Instead of a Hollywood horror

Nothing's wrong, just as long as
You know that someday I will

Someday, somehow
I'm gonna make it all right but not right now
I know you're wondering when
(You're the only one who knows that)
Someday, somehow
I'm gonna make it all right but not right now
I know you're wondering when
(You're the only one who knows that)
I know you're wondering when
(You're the only one who knows that)
I know you're wondering when
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Monday, January 28, 2008

hmmm

"I have learned to love that which is meant to harm me, so that I can stand in the way of those who are less strong. I can take the bullets for those who aren't able to" -Margaret Cho

well, alot happened to me this weekend.
i was sick so i couldn't go to the dance (i think i already told you that)
but i got to go to the slumber party at leo's and hang out with her, cc, and stef!
we stayed up and watched the exorsism of emily rose, snakes on a plane, and the labrinth, and other stuff (leave you to guess what kind of stuff) and ate pizza till forever.
and when everyone was asleep me and cc were still up!
then we wolk up at noon and ate potatoes and watched zodiac.
then i went to walmart with my stepdad and were laughing over yogurt.
i came home and realized that dan had switched all the names around so me and my brother could have our own log-in names off of the main screen.
so now all my favorites are still in my mom's side and i gotta re-find all my stuff plus download my iTunes under my name.
ummmm....
today we switched classes.
i kept saying stupid stuff in them too.
like...
me: *puts away dictionary* =3
teacher: you do realise you have twenty words to look up?
me: awww, really?
teacher: yeah
me: D= *goes to get dictionary*
second block:
teacher- how do we get energy? think food.
me- plants and animals!
teacher- animals? what kind of animal?
me- like cows!
teacher- you don't get energy from a cow?!
me- you get food from a cow!
teacher- you don't get energy from a cow! cow's don't make energy!
me- but cows make food that gives you energy!
teacher- COWS DON'T GIVE YOU ENERGY!
the next class:
teacher- what is the famous boat that brought us to america?
me- the titanic!
then in chorus i'm in the alto section.
the altos are split into two parts: alto 1 and alto 2.
i'm alto 2.
but, since so many people dropped chorus, there was only three alto 2's.
myself, stef, and another girl.
so when it came to our part, i was nervous.
i was the one who sang the loudest and it scared me.
and then when the teacher asked if we were ok i told her "i'm fine besides having a heartattack!" and she asked why and i was like "uhh because i'm nervous and i uhh, we, uhhh, i sound like BLEH!" and i almost cried.
i was shaking and sweaty (ew) and my stomach was lurching.
it was really bad ^-^
but i feel better now that it's over adn i feel more comfortable with singing aloud.
*sigh of relif*
i started to shake, thinking about that moment.
but anyways, i'm sorry i missed anime club.
i have to wash the dog (still haven't done it yet) and plus i have tons of homework to do.
well, i'll be checking messages on theO, DA, and gaia as much as i can in my spare time!
that's all for now!
Funness!!
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Saturday, January 26, 2008

   LNLY

"I have learned to love that which is meant to harm me, so that I can stand in the way of those who are less strong. I can take the bullets for those who aren't able to" -Margaret Cho

the title is in aim quick-type language.
don't ask me why, or how i learned to do that.
do you understand the title?
ok, something weird happened to me the other day.
i didn't tell anyone but my mom, because she was the only one there for the incident.
wendsday night, after mom's jewlry party, we had just got done carring in all the stuff; table cloths, food, soda, baskets, plates, everything.
well, my hands were cold so i walked over to the radiator by the computer and put my hands down.
when i walked by the computer, the sair was pulled out and slightly turned twards the kitchen.
in the kitchen, my mom made a nose and i looked over my shoulder.
sitting in the computer chair was a man, watching my mother.
he was sitting streight and he han one of his hands on his legs.
he had glasses and a flaned shirt with jeans.
at fist i was struck scared cause i though it was my pepere, but i realised it wasn't because he had dark hair; my pepere had grey hair.
then i blinked and he was gone.
so i told my mom about it and she answered "well, that's funny"
yesturday mt mom showed my a photocopied article of newspaper that out friend uncle freddie had given her.
it was the obituary of my great-greandfather.
she handed it to me and said, "now read this"
so i read the first couple lines "he died july blah blah blah he was born january 23 at blah blah blah"
and then it hit me.
the day i saw that man in the chair was the same exact day that my great-grandfather was born.
and out of all the stories i had heard about my great-grandfather the one that stuck the most was the story of his death.
he died in my house (the one i'm living in. he built it.) in the livingroom, in a rocking chair.
and i had seen him, on his birthday, sitting in the livingroom, in the computer chair.
the reason he looked so much like my pepere was because he was my pepere's father.
my great-grandfather died when my pepere was 8, so i never knew or saw him.
it makes me smile, but weirded out, to think that i actually saw my dead great-grandfather....
how was the dance?
i wish so badly i could have gone.
my mom said no because i "had a temp" and she could "feel it radiating off my arm" from where i sat; a foot away from her.
don't say your sorry i couldn't come though.
i don't want a sympathy party.
well, i hope you had fun.
i got to sit at home in bed and drink tea (BORING)
but i read a book about astrology and a story about a baby deer and drew some so i wasn't terribly bored.
and i ate icecream this morning for breakfast cause my throat hurted XD
yey!
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Friday, January 25, 2008

   The Gift Of Courage

"I have learned to love that which is meant to harm me, so that I can stand in the way of those who are less strong. I can take the bullets for those who aren't able to" -Margaret Cho

=Story from Chicken Soup for the Pet Lover's Soul=

"This is courage... To bear unflinchingly what heaven sends." ~Euripides

Mark was about eleven years old, skinny and slouching, when he and his mom first brought Mojo into the clinic where I worked. Baggy clothes dwarfed the boy's small frame, and under a battered baseball hat, challenging blue eyes glared at the world. Clearly we had to earn Mark's trust before we could do anything with his dog. Mojo was around nine then, old for a black Labrador retriever, but not too old to still have fun. Though recently it seemed that Mojo had lost all his spunk.
Mark listened intently as the doctor examined his dog, answered questions and asked more, while nervously brushing back wisps of blond hair that escaped the hat onto his furrowed brow. "Mojo's going to be okay isn't he?" he blurted as the doctor turned to leave. There were no guarantees, and when the blood work came back, the doctor's suspicions were confirmed. Mojo had liver and kidney disease, progressive and ultimately fatal. With care he could live comfortably awhile, but he'd need special food, regular checkups and medications. The doctor and I knew finances were a struggle, but the moment euthanasia was suggested, Mark's mom broke in. "We're not putting Mojo to sleep." Quickly and quietly they paid their bill and gently led their old dog out to the car without a backward glance.

We didn't hear from them for a few weeks, but then one day, there they were. Mojo had lost weight. He'd been sick they said, and he seemed listless. As I led Mojo back to the treatment room for some IV fluid therapy, Mark's little body blocked the way.

"I have to go with him—-he needs me," the boy said firmly.

I wasn't sure how Mark would handle the sight of needles and blood, but there didn't seem any point in arguing. And indeed, Mark handled it all as if he'd seen it a million times before.

"Oh, you're such a brave old guy, Mojo," Mark murmured as the catheter slipped into Mojo's vein. We seldom had a more cooperative patient. Mojo only moved his head slightly during uncomfortable procedures, as if to remind us that he was still there. He seemed to take strength from the small, white hand that continually moved in reassurance over his grizzled throat.

This became the pattern. We'd get Mojo stabilized somewhat, send him home, he'd get sick again, and they'd be back. Always, Mark was there, throwing out questions and reminders to be careful, but mostly encouraging and comforting his old pal.

I worried that Mark found it too difficult, watching, but any hint that maybe he'd rather wait outside was flatly rejected. Mojo needed him.

I approached Mark's mom one day, while Mark and Mojo were in the other room, "You know Mojo's condition is getting worse. Have you thought any more about how far you want to go with treatment? It looks like Mark is really having a hard time with all this."

Mark's mom hesitated a moment before leaning and speaking in a low, intense voice, "We've had Mojo since Mark was a baby. They've grown up together, and Mark loves him beyond all reason. But that's not all."

"Mojo's dying, isn't he?"
She took a deep breath and looked away momentarily, "Two years ago Mark was diagnosed with leukemia. He's been fighting it, and they say he has a good chance of recovering completely. But he never talks about it. He goes for tests and treatments as if it's happening to someone else, as if it's not real. But about Mojo, he can ask questions. It's important to Mark, so as long as he wants to, we'll keep on fighting for Mojo."

The next few weeks we saw a lot of our little trio. Mark's abrupt questions and observations, once slightly annoying, now had a new poignancy, and we explained at length every procedure as it was happening. We wondered how long Mojo could carry on. A more stoic and good-natured patient was seldom seen, but the Labrador was so terribly thin and weak now. All of us as the clinic really worried about how Mark would handle the inevitable.
Finally the day came when Mojo collapsed before his scheduled appointment. It was a Saturday when they rushed him in, and the waiting room was packed. We carried Mojo into the back room and settled him on some thick blankets, with Mark at his side as usual. I left to get some supplies, and when I reentered the room a few moments later I was shocked to see Mark standing at the window, fists jammed into his armpits, tears streaming down his face. I backed out of the room noiselessly, not wanting to disturb him. He'd been so brave up until now. Later when we returned, he was kneeling, dry-eyed once more, at Mojo's side. His mom sat down beside him and squeezed his shoulders. "How are you guys doing?" She asked softly.

"Mom," he said, ignoring her question, "Mojo's dying, isn’t he?"

"Oh, honey…" her voice broke, and Mark continued as if she hadn't spoken.

"I mean, the fluids and the pills, they're just not going to help anymore, are they?" He looked to us for confirmation. "Then I think," he swallowed hard, "I think we should put him to sleep."

True to form, Mark stayed with Mojo until the end. He asked questions to satisfy himself that it truly was best for Mojo, and that there would be no pain or fear for his old friend. Over and over again he smoothed the glossy head, until it faded onto his knee for the last time. As Mark felt the last breath leave Mojo's thin ribs and watched the light dim in the kind brown eyes, he seemed to forget about the rest of us there. Crying openly, he bent himself over Mojo's still form and slowly removed his cap. With a jolt I recognized the effects of the chemotherapy, so harsh against such a young face. We left him to his grief.

Mark never told us anything about his own illness, or his own feelings throughout Mojo's ordeal, but when his mom called months later to ask some questions about a puppy she was considering buying, I asked her how he was doing.

"You know," she said, "it was a terrible time for him, but since Mojo's death, Mark has begun talking about his own condition, asking questions and trying to learn more about it. I think that dealing with Mojo when the dog was so sick gave Mark strength to fight for himself and courage to face his own pain."

I always thought Mark was being brave for Mojo, but when I remember those calm eyes and gently wagging tail that never failed no matter how bad he felt, I think maybe Mojo was being brave for Mark.

~~~~~

well, that's one of the stories from my book and if your anything like me; you probally just cried.
that story ment something for me, what about it i don't really know...
i may post another one tomarrow...
i dunno...
i feel lost...
and sleepy.
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Thursday, January 24, 2008

   no subject

"I have learned to love that which is meant to harm me, so that I can stand in the way of those who are less strong. I can take the bullets for those who aren't able to" -Margaret Cho

===earlier===
i'm not emo!
i'm just tired and quiet.
my throat hurts when i breathe, laugh, yawn.
that's why i haven't been saying much.

===later that afternoon===
andre just called me.
he said he felt akward about what we were talking about at art the other day.
i feel so bad about that.
i shouldn't have made him feel like that.
he also asked what was up and why i was so quiet.
i told him i had a rough time at school and such.
he thought he offended me by taking my picture!
poor andre!
i feel so bad...
*look at floor*
guilty....

===that night===
i read some of my book chicken soup for the pet lover's soul.
it made my cry a bit.
my mom made me stop reading it because she said i "looked terrible" even though she never saw me crying.
i may post more of my fanfiction later...
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Tuesday, January 22, 2008

   rjkfb sLKDadAS

"I have learned to love that which is meant to harm me, so that I can stand in the way of those who are less strong. I can take the bullets for those who aren't able to" -Margaret Cho

GGGGGGGGGGGGGGRRRRRAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
*smashes head on desk a bunch of times*
*breathing deeply*
*foaming at mouth*
ok.
i feel better now.

====================

-in the last lines of the fanfiction!-
~The small pup was a bright redish color with a tan belly with some black and white mixed in. It's fur was smooth and silky and soft. All the pent-up energy that was in it a second before was frozen in time. It lifted a small white paw, gingerly holding it out infront of the man. Roy took the small paw in his hand. It was so small it barely filled up half his palm.
"What are you going to name her, Colonel Mustang?" Al asked.
He looked up, a thoughtfull expression on his face. "I don't know..."~

They all looked at the tiny pup in Roy's arms.
"How about Red?" Hughes suggested.
"That's bland." Ed retorted and they all fell silent.
"She sure acts like a little monster" The older Elric continued as the room swam in a sea of silence once agian.
"Kaibutsu" Roy said quietly. The pup sleepily lifted it's head, blinking at Mustang.
"Bless you?" Hughes said in confusion.
"No, Kaibutsu" Roy said, a tad bit frusterated.
"What the hell are you talking about Colonel?" Ed asked.
"Kaibutsu means monster" Mustang explained.
Hughes grinned, "That's perfect!"
"Kaibutsu!" Ed called out gingerly to the sleepy puppy.
"Rrruff!!" the little dog barked, tail going like crazy.
"She likes it!" Al said, surprised.
"Kaibutsu it is, then!" Hughes laughed.
Roy smiled. "Little Kaibutsu..."
The next day Roy awoke to a loud barking. He rubbed his eyes, slipping on his tank top and dragging himself out of bed. He shuffled into the livingroom to find the tiny pup on the couch, looking out the window. Someone was knocking at the door.
"Shhh, Kaibutsu!" Roy said harshly. Kaibutsu immidiately stopped barking. Mustang walked to the door, the red pup at his heels. Looking through the peep hole, he then opened it.
"Hey Riza," Roy said with a smile, "What are you doing here?" Kaibutsu's head stuck out from between Mustang's legs, looking defensively at Hawkeye and the black-and-white puppy at her feet.
"Hughes told me you got a puppy," she laughed "as I can see." Riza was looking down at the small Kaibutsu, who was sniffing the air twards Hawkeye's face.
"Yeah..." Roy said, looking down at his new dog. He smiled. "She's down-right crazy."
"Black Hayate and I brought something for her." Riza smiled.
"You did? Riza, you didn't have too."
"I know, but i saw it and thought I'd pick it up" she held out a small package out to Roy. He took it, slightly hesitantly. He slipped his finger under the tape, ripping it carefully. Opening the tiny cardboard top, he reached inside. Pulling out his hand, he lifted out a small orange collar. On the metal loop for the leash, a silver and round dogtag was on it. Placing down the box on a sidetable he looked at the pendant. It had the flame transmutation circle engraved in red on it. Flipping it over, engraved was 'Kaibutsu' in flame-like letters. Roy's jaw dropped a little. Riza smiled.
"I'd thought you'd like it. Go ahead, put it on her." She stood proudly, her hands behind her back.
"Thanks" Roy said as he knelt down onto the floor, she small dog backing out from between his legs just in time. She trot up to him, placing her paws on his leg and licking his nose.
"Cut it out" He chuckled, placing a hand under her chest and putting her front paws on the floor. She stood statue-still as he clipped the collar in place. She looked at it.
"Rrruff!!" she barked happily, wagging her tail vigoursly. Black Hayate wagged his tail too, yipping in reply. Riza smiled again.
"Glad she likes it too..."

===========================

sorry that was so short.
i'm kinda angry right now so i'm in a blind-rage kinda thing.
can't think...
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Saturday, January 19, 2008

i be caramell dansen!

"I have learned to love that which is meant to harm me, so that I can stand in the way of those who are less strong. I can take the bullets for those who aren't able to" -Margaret Cho

~.:*CARAMELL DANSEN*:.~

*dancing*
^^
i love this song!!!
well, my morning was interesting.
i drank a vitamin water and my brother flipped his lid cause it was his.
like i knew that?!
and i asked my mom if i could have it first anyways.
so he's grounded fot the whoooole day.
yus! XP
and i was eating a poptart for breakfast and my mom started to make rice crispie treats for her party.
so she put the marchmellows on the table.
so dan picked them up and hit me in the forehead playfully with them.
but someone had opened the bag andput them back so they were rock hard!
T_T that hurt!
so i threw them away!!
:twisted: BWAAHAHAHAHA!!!
and that's pretty much it....

==========!FANFICTION TIME!=============

~*in previous episodes of the fanfiction... :3
"Hey Roy!" a black haired man with glasses called over the doorstep to his best friend's house. He was knocking on the wooden door hard. "Open up, Roy!!"
Not long after they were in Hughes' car. The excited man drove like it was going out of style; in other words, really really fast. At some of the turns Roy clung to his seat just to keep from flying sideways.
Just then the car came to a hault.
"Here we are!" Hughes chimed happily. Roy looked out the window. He couldn't help but chuckle quietly at himself with relif and shame. Why did he over-react like that?
"That's just FullMetal's house, Maes..."*~

As if on que, the young alchemist appeared in the door of his bunker. Just past the blone you could see the shining silver of his younger brother's armor body. From what Roy could see, the younger Elric looked a bit worried. Ed waved a hand at them, smiling. The two men got out of the car as Ed walked over to meet them.
"Hey Hughes! Happy birthday, Colonel Bastard" Ed said, a sly look on his face at this last remark.
"FullMetal." Roy said. He looked down at the blonde. What were they planing?
"Hey Ed!" Hughes said in a voice that was totally opposite of Roy's. "Is it ready?"
Ed laughed. "As ready as we could get it! Aw hell, do you know how hard that was?!"
Hughes laughed too. "No idea."
Roy stood, watching the small talk between his two friends. They both looked at him with an evil look. A small sweatdrop ran down his forehead.
"What?"
Soon the poor man couldn't see. Ed and Hughes had him blindfolded.
"Are you sure this is the best way to do this?" Al's quiet voice asked Ed and Maes.
"Yes!" they both answered. Their voices sounded almost evil. Roy was truely worried now but he didn't want to show it. He didn't want to loose to them. In a few swift movements Roy was sitting down. On what he didn't know. He reached out a hand, feeling. The floor? What the-
There was no time to think as a small something plowed into Mustang with as much force as a small train.
"GAH!" He was sent tumbling backwards the thing in his arms. It wiggled free of his grip as he lay flat on the floor, pounding on him with wild excitement. In the background Ed and Hughes' laughed filled the air. Humiliation flushing onto his face, the blindfolded man sat up. He could feel the creature wriggling in his lap. Reaching out a hand he grabbed it. It imidiately stopped moving, looking up at Roy. The laughing had stopped. Roy was surprised. If he was right it would be a...
He lifted the red bandana off his eyes letting it enlighten his forehead. He looked down at the creature with interested, black eyes. It looked back at him with little orange eyes. He grinned, forgetting his pride for the moment. It seemed like the only thing important in the world was this slight second.
The small pup was a bright redish color with a tan belly with some black and white mixed in. It's fur was smooth and silky and soft. All the pent-up energy that was in it a second before was frozen in time. It lifted a small white paw, gingerly holding it out infront of the man. Roy took the small paw in his hand. It was so small it barely filled up half his palm.
Click, FLASH.
Roy looked over at his friends. They looked evily back at him, Hughes handing a picture to Ed. Roy glared, scooping the tiny pup in his arms and standing.
"Haha, very funny." He said, an intense look on his face. The pup lifted it's nose, polking roy in the chin. Hughes caught another picture.
"Do you like her, Roy?" Maes asked, now more serious. Roy looked down at the small pup, now noticing the a big orange bow around her neck. She looked so cute but he souldn't say that. The Flame Alchemist doesn't say things are 'cute'.
"She's alright." Roy answered, petting the pup on the head.
"She's a German Shepard mix..." Hughes started
"I found out the 'mix' is wolf, Colonel" It was Ed's turn to speak seriously.
"Where did you find her?" Roy asked, looking between all of them.
"I found her, Colonel." Al said softly. "She was under a tree by the graveyard..." his voice started to sound sad "She was hurt pretty badly and looked hungry. I snuck her past Ed in my armor untill she needed food."
Ed laughed. "Ya, I caught Al taking ham from the fridge."
"They told me about it, because their not allowed to keep it. It was my idea to give her to you." Maes put his two-scents in.
Roy looked back down at the puppy, now nestled in his sleeves and sleeping.
"It was obviously the right choice" Hughes continued softly.
"And her personality matches yours like wood to fire!" Ed laughed. "Trust me"
They were all smiling.
"What are you going to name her, Colonel Mustang?" Al asked.
He looked up, a thoughtfull expression on his face. "I don't know..."

=====================

HAHA!! CLIFF HANGER!!!
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Friday, January 18, 2008

   Ay oh ay oh ay oh ay!!

"I have learned to love that which is meant to harm me, so that I can stand in the way of those who are less strong. I can take the bullets for those who aren't able to" -Margaret Cho

SANTANA - INTO THE NIGHT

Like a gift from the heavens, it was easy to tell,
It was love from above, that could save me from hell, She had fire in her soul it was easy to see,
how the devil himself could be pulled out of me, There were drums in the air as she started to dance,
Every soul in the room keeping time with there hands,
And we sang…

Ay oh ay oh ay oh ay,
And the voices rang like the angels sing,
And singing…
Ay oh ay oh ay oh ay,
And we danced on into the night,
Ay oh ay oh,
Ay oh ay oh,
And we danced on into the night,

Like a piece to the puzzle that falls into place,
You could tell how we felt from the look on our faces,
we was spinning in circles with the moon in our eyes,
No room left to move in between you and I,
We forgot where we were and we lost track of time,
And we sang to the wind as we danced through the night,
And we sang…

Ay oh ay oh ay oh ay,
And the voices rang like the angels sing,
And singing…
Ay oh ay oh ay oh ay,
And we danced on into the night,
Ay oh ay oh,
Ay oh ay oh,

And we danced on into the night,
Ay oh ay oh,
Ay oh ay oh,
And we danced on into the night,

Like a gift from the heavens, it was easy to tell,
It was love from above, that could save me from hell, She had fire in her soul it was easy to see,
how the devil himself could be pulled out of me, There were drums in the air as she started to dance,
Every soul in the room keeping time with there hands,
And we sang…

Ay oh ay oh ay oh ay,
And the voices rang like the angels sing,
And singing…
Ay oh ay oh ay oh ay,
And we danced on into the night,
Ay oh ay oh,
Ay oh ay oh,
And we danced on into the night,
(And the voices rang like the angels sing),
Ay oh ay oh,
Ay oh ay oh,
And we danced on into the night,
Ay oh ay oh ay oh ay,
(Ay oh ay oh),
Ay oh ay oh ay oh ay,
(Ay oh ay oh),
Singing ay oh ay oh ay oh ay,
(Ay oh ay oh),
And we danced on into the night…
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