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Online Journal / Re: Long Time Ago
« on: October 10, 2013, 02:28:08 AM »The bike story, that's some luck there.
The baby story, same.
Thanks for sharing. I can clearly see the karma in these.
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Anything Goes / Re: One Thing About You, Everyday!
« on: October 06, 2013, 04:07:41 AM »
I love life.
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Online Journal / Re: Long Time Ago
« on: October 06, 2013, 03:27:55 AM »
Long time ago, I did my duties as your older sibling and babysat you. It was barely just 15 minutes after mom had left for work. Dad would be home in an hour and grandma was a little late. You sat there in your stroller and cried. I checked you to see if you were wet, or if you were hungry, but you weren't. I got you milk, but you threw it on the floor. I didn't know what to do. I was only 10. You were so small. A baby. So I did the stupidest thing ever. It was such a hot day, maybe you would like some ice. I broke it into little pieces as much as I could and fed you. You stopped crying. I gave you more. This was certainly the answer I thought. When I ran out, you cried. So I ran and crushed more ice. I pushed one into your mouth. Then turned away. Minutes later, you turned blue. Choking. The siblings all quiet down. Everyone scared. I panic. What to do? What to do? I am dead meat! I grabbed you from the stroller and leaned you forward, forced my finger into your mouth and swept your throat. Nothing. Your body became limp. I trembled in fear and hit you in the back, there a piece of ice fell out. The other sibling grabbed you and hugged you as your face color changed to red and you cried your head off. I was so scared. I still regret I did that to you. I didn't mean to. I am glad you are alive and well. Whew! Thank GOD. I sure did get a good whooping. But from that day on long time ago, I never fed a baby or toddler, ice. 
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Online Journal / Re: Long Time Ago
« on: October 06, 2013, 03:10:48 AM »
Long time ago, In the midst of the dark in an isolated road, you sped away and left me
trailing behind in my old gsxr. I could see your neon sticker on your helmet flickering. Strange, how I didn't see
that before. I admit I wasn't too fond of riding in the dark. It always scared me because I couldn't see so well at night. But tonight, I was alone. Your tail light disappeared over the mountain and anxiety set in.
This road was a road known to many as a dead stop. I didn't want to see anything out of the ordinary.
Trying to catch up, I leaned in hard, hitting the apex, rolling the throttle as I came out of the blinding corner.
I could feel the cool air through my thin jacket and bugs hitting my helmet with a splat splat. Then all of a sudden, my tires wobbled underneath me and I flew. Puff of smoke, dust and dirt. Then all quiet.
I laid there, scared - shocked , thinking no one will ever find me now. How I hated you so much for leaving me behind. How I wish I would have never started this venture long time ago.
I slowly got up, jeans ripped, helmet scratched, no broken bones. Minor scratch on bike. God is Good.
There you stood "Hey, you alright?" you asked. I screamed all sort at you.
"Calm down, You took off right after you got gas at the 76. I tried catching up to you. But you were gone. I was
wondering what you were following, thought maybe you were just leading and then this happened." You said. I huffed,
"You were in front of me". You shook your head no and assured me no one was ahead of me.
We rode back together, not another word exchanged. Focused. 5 miles down the mountain, there were ambulance, sheriffs and a tow truck there. Another motorcyclist. This time - deceased. The accident occurred 3 hours earlier.
It was a motorcyclist with the same neon sticker on the helmet flickering. But I was just following him, not less than an hour before.
Strange how things are. This was the last time on this road of a long time ago.
trailing behind in my old gsxr. I could see your neon sticker on your helmet flickering. Strange, how I didn't see
that before. I admit I wasn't too fond of riding in the dark. It always scared me because I couldn't see so well at night. But tonight, I was alone. Your tail light disappeared over the mountain and anxiety set in.
This road was a road known to many as a dead stop. I didn't want to see anything out of the ordinary.
Trying to catch up, I leaned in hard, hitting the apex, rolling the throttle as I came out of the blinding corner.
I could feel the cool air through my thin jacket and bugs hitting my helmet with a splat splat. Then all of a sudden, my tires wobbled underneath me and I flew. Puff of smoke, dust and dirt. Then all quiet.
I laid there, scared - shocked , thinking no one will ever find me now. How I hated you so much for leaving me behind. How I wish I would have never started this venture long time ago.
I slowly got up, jeans ripped, helmet scratched, no broken bones. Minor scratch on bike. God is Good.
There you stood "Hey, you alright?" you asked. I screamed all sort at you.
"Calm down, You took off right after you got gas at the 76. I tried catching up to you. But you were gone. I was
wondering what you were following, thought maybe you were just leading and then this happened." You said. I huffed,
"You were in front of me". You shook your head no and assured me no one was ahead of me.
We rode back together, not another word exchanged. Focused. 5 miles down the mountain, there were ambulance, sheriffs and a tow truck there. Another motorcyclist. This time - deceased. The accident occurred 3 hours earlier.
It was a motorcyclist with the same neon sticker on the helmet flickering. But I was just following him, not less than an hour before.
Strange how things are. This was the last time on this road of a long time ago.
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Online Journal / Re: Txhuas lub npau suav yog koj~
« on: September 25, 2013, 06:16:12 AM »
Nice read. Found some part to be funny too. A romanticist eh? Can't find those nowadays. 
Stay the same, as you are in writing. God has someone waiting for you too. HE has someone for everyone.
And who packs your lunch? geez, don't even worry about that. As a woman, we have to pack our own lunch.
Stay the same, as you are in writing. God has someone waiting for you too. HE has someone for everyone.And who packs your lunch? geez, don't even worry about that. As a woman, we have to pack our own lunch.
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Science, Ideas & Research / Re: Why haven't we been able to find sustainable energy with E = MC2?
« on: September 25, 2013, 05:31:07 AM »
Of course we have wind, wave and solar as energy. But these sources of power will never be enough to provide for this world's growing demands. At this point we don't know how to find cost efficient sustainable energy for the country or world. And if we do, it is going to be EXPENSIVE!
Think about the cost of renewable energy. Solar power, hydroelectric power, wind power are all very expensive. To compare the price on a yearly note, I would rather just make Atomic bombs.
You can substitute energy source to coal, oil and natural gas - but these are highly polluting and also very expensive energy source that does no good to this world.
Think about the cost of renewable energy. Solar power, hydroelectric power, wind power are all very expensive. To compare the price on a yearly note, I would rather just make Atomic bombs.
You can substitute energy source to coal, oil and natural gas - but these are highly polluting and also very expensive energy source that does no good to this world.
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Online Journal / Re: Long Time Ago
« on: September 19, 2013, 04:23:39 AM »
Long time ago, I used to sleep undisturbed. Thoughts didn't run a hundred mph in my head. Age has settled in. I didn't need music then, to sleep, but here I am...
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Online Journal / Re: Long Time Ago
« on: September 19, 2013, 04:04:24 AM »
Long time ago, I carried you on my back, my dear little sister. I see pictures of you and my tears gently fall. You were the cutest little girl ever, with dimples right underneath your eyes. It twinkled you know. Aww. I was just a grade school kid too, but I took care of you like you were mines. Every time you cried, I would run to the fridge and get you milk. You would lay on my back, holding my shirt, while I was doing homework, until you fell asleep. Sweet child. Remember that time when we ran out of milk, I didn't have money, so I added water so that you can have enough? Sorry. I didn't know you would have a stomach ache. But you did well and grew up beautifully. I hear sad news.
You have stomach issues now and I think of a long time ago.
You have stomach issues now and I think of a long time ago.
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Anything Goes / Re: One Thing About You, Everyday!
« on: September 14, 2013, 10:19:42 PM »Poop at a public restroom and murdered it. It was a shitty scene.
sick.
One thing about me: Am grateful for things I have.
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The Game Room / Re: anyone else make multiple facebook accounts
« on: September 13, 2013, 02:20:35 AM »
holy nerd. This is so funny! I created one extra account and gave myself stuff for farmville2. haha
damn 20 fb accts to stack up poker chips? u must suck! lol! I have over a billion with just 1 acct.
damn 20 fb accts to stack up poker chips? u must suck! lol! I have over a billion with just 1 acct.
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The Game Room / Re: Candy Crush
« on: September 13, 2013, 02:17:34 AM »Im no longer playing candy crush too. Stuck on level 410.
stuck on lvl 410? mobile? I play via fb, sah.
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The Game Room / Re: Everquest Next, anyone?
« on: September 13, 2013, 02:14:20 AM »
oh man, you guys still play EQ? it has been ages...
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Anything Goes / Re: Song Dedications Thread
« on: September 12, 2013, 11:17:01 PM »
Sunrain, I like your music selection dedication. Thanks for sharing.
Here is mines, to those who lost their way... "If you want the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain"
Here is mines, to those who lost their way... "If you want the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain"
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Online Journal / Re: Long Time Ago
« on: September 12, 2013, 10:42:12 PM »
Long time ago, when we were just little kids, we would grab cardboard boxes and hike all the way up to the top of a canyon. You told me that Magic Mountain was just a short fall below. With my dress tucked into my pants, I climbed up with you brothers. I laid the cardboard down just like how I see you do it. I sat on it and with a big push, caught air going down the canyon. My flip flop flying above. I hear you screaming down and right pass me. Your voice echoing excitement. This was surely Magic Mountain. I ended up with many cuts, but all worth it. Now I can't even do as much, like I did, a long time ago.