2.2

''Daddy-O
You got the swagger of a champion
Too bad for you
You just can't find the right companion

I guess when you have one too many
Makes it hard, it could be easy
Who you are
That's just who you are, baby ''
-Womanizer

Pour ke les autres ait du respect envers toi, il faut dabord ke tu te respecte toi même...


Annonce Général;; C'est officiel, j'vais avoir une niece!!!! (L)
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# Posté le mardi 04 novembre 2008 19:12

Modifié le lundi 10 novembre 2008 07:51

2.1

L'article ne contient plus d'image;; Grâce à toi Monica XD

C'est bientot l'Halloween les amis, j'vx me déguiser, mais j'ai pas d'idée;; En Avez-Vous?

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Ce ki suit est un texte en Anglais ke j'ai dû écrire pour l'école;; dites moi se ke vous en pensez...

This all happened to my great grandfather. He was a teacher in a university and needed a place to stay. The University suggested he stayed in the house on the south side of the campus. They also mentioned that from time to time he would be sharing the house with a few students. Ever since the original family moved out so suddenly, the house has never been lived in for more than a few days at a time, so it's always open for either students or teachers to live in.
The house was old, secluded and looked half abandoned and unless you knew where you were going, it was nearly impossible to get to. On the main floor, in the house, there was a pretty big kitchen and a large living room, with an antique piano placed right in the middle. The second floor had a long, dark narrow hallway. On each side there were 3 doors. At the end of the hallway there was another door which seemed to have been barricaded. When my great grandfather, Gerald, got closer to the door he could feel a cold breeze coming from the inside of the room. Being very curious, he took down the pieces of wood and the nails holding the wood in place, he gently placed the wood beside him and opened the door. When he finally opened the door a wave of freezing cold air hit him in the face. This made absolutely no sense, seeming as it was about 35° outside and that there was no air conditioning in the room. The only thing in that room was a bed and a fan. He went closer to the bed when all of a sudden he heard whispering. Knowing he was alone in the house, he started to panic. He backed up immediately, but bumped into something, he turned around instantly and came face to face with a little boy. The boy turned around and ran down the hallway. Gerald ran after him, but when he got to the stairs, the kid had disappeared. He searched the house, but the child was nowhere to be seen. He returned to the cold room on the second floor. When he stepped in the room he noticed that beside the bed, on the wall, there were claw marks, on the fan there was blood and pieces of chipped nails. He then realised that the barricade was not to keep things out, but to keep something in. The door slammed behind him and the fan turned itself on, the whispering started again. He turned to open the door, but someone placed their hand on his shoulder and murmured. With tears of terror now running down his face he unsuccessfully tried to open the bedroom door, desperately trying to evade the sensation of his skin being peeled off his back. Just then the doorbell rang loudly downstairs echoing all the way to the top floor. As suddenly as it started, the whispering came to an abrupt halt, the fan blades ceased to rotate and the door creaked open. Gerald slowly crept down the stairs feeling an impending doom. Looking up, he noticed a shadow on the door. In horror he realised that the shadow was not his own. The shape on the door resembled that of a very young child. He was reaching for the door handle of the main door, when he heard someone pounding on the piano keys in the living room. He turned to look, just then he could feel something pushing him towards the horrific sounds of the piano. As he got closer to the piano he could see a young boy sitting in front of it. His head was looking down towards the piano keys and long scraggly hair was covering his face. He had long dirty nails and old torn clothes. The closer Gerald got to him, the louder he could hear the boy whispering some sort of dialect to himself. Gerald stepped closer and closer until he could almost touch the child. The child pounded harder and harder on the piano, his whispering turning to almost yelling, suddenly stopped. Slowly, he turned his head and looked straight into the eyes of Gerald. His eyes entirely glazed over and his face scarred. He stayed immobile in front of Gerald. Gerald unable to scream, unable to move, just stood there, when all of a sudden the main door opened and a student stepped in. He glanced at him and when he looked back at the piano the child had left, leaving no trace.
That night, the student wanted to stay in the cold room, because the rest of the house was so hot. Seeming as the student did not believe Gerald's story and had not seen anything abnormal up to now, he ignored all the warnings and went to bed in the room, closing the door behind him. The next morning, when Gerald got up he went to the cold room and noticed the student was nowhere to be seen, yet his clothes and personal effects were scattered all over the room. He then noticed that the window had been broken and glass pieces were all over. Streaks of blood on the floor, claw marks on the walls, he stepped closer to the window and looked out; on the ground beneath the window laid the student. Every bone in his body appeared to have been broken. He ran down stairs, went outside, took the student in his arms and took a good look at his face. He had scratches all over his face and claw marks all over his body. He looked up at the window trying to understand how this could of happened, when he saw a glimpse of the child in the window. He took the body and buried it under the house. He repaired the window and didn't speak a word of it to anyone. During one whole month nothing too strange would happen. Soon, another student came. He too slept in the cold room, the next morning Gerald went to see him, but this time the student was juste laying there in a pool of blood. The whole room wreaked of an unthinkable smell. Again he took the body and buried it under the house. After 6 months and 8 disappearances, police investigated Gerald. They found the bodies under the house. Two of the bodies were decapitated, three were cut into pieces and the rest were badly disfigured and beaten. Gerald had fallen victim of hallucinations and was unaware that he was brutally killing every single student that would step foot in to the house. He would spend hours torturing them and then would go to bed, wake up and think someone else did it. To this day, Gerald thinks that the little boy in the house killed the students.
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# Posté le jeudi 23 octobre 2008 07:53

Modifié le mardi 04 novembre 2008 18:53

2.0

2.0
Don't gain the world and loose your soul,
wisdom is better than silver and gold - Bob Marley


Pourquoi somme nous incapable d'être heureux avec ce que l'ont a? Pourquoi est-ce ke tt l'monde veulent plus, sans jamais se rendre compte de se kil ont déja? Quand on y pense tout les problèmes dans le monde sont basé sur le fait ke kkun, à kelke part veux plus. Qu'il est égoïste et veux plus ke s'ki lui appartient déja. Que se soit de l'argent, du pouvoir, du territoire ou n'importe koi d'autre ke la personne désir avoir. C'est le fait kil se croit incapable de vivre sans l'avoir obtenu...

Définition: Matérialiste;;
Orienté vers la seule recherches des satisfactions matérielles.


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# Posté le samedi 27 septembre 2008 19:20

1.9

1.9
It's so hard to be strong
when you love the one thing
that makes you weak...
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# Posté le mercredi 17 septembre 2008 13:58

1.8

L'amour fait naître la jalousie, mais la jalousie fait mourrir l'amour

DÉFINITION: -Une rumeurs;; Nouvelles qui se répend dans le public.

On pourait dire n'importe quoi, au sujet de n'importe qui, et la majorité des gens le croiront. Une rumeur se répend tlmt vite avec très peut de difficulté, tandis que la vérité prend une éternité à même commencer à circuler. D'après moi les gens qui croient au rumeurs et qui aide à les faire circuler par la suite, sont kasiment pire que ceux qui les commences. Pour mettre fin à une rumeurs il ne suffit que de se fermer la bouche ou de questionner se qui nous ai dis, pour en connaitre la vérité. Se n'ai pas compliké ni même difficile, mais drôlement ya des gens ki n'arrive pas à comprendre. Parfois j'ai l'impression ke certaine personne dans se monde ne se soucis ke de leurs petite personne, et ke toute autre êtres vivants leur passent dix milles millions de pieds par dessus la tête. C'est triste, mais c'est la simple vérité.

*J'espère juste ke certaines personnes vont comprendre le message subtile dans se texte, s'il ne comprennent pas ben tant pis, c'est le seul et unique article ke je fais a propos de se sujet, pcq je suis tanné de tout cette enfantillage ridicule. C'est rendue n'importe koi, pis sincèrement sa commence à me tapper sur les nerfs, au pire laissez moi vivre ma vie, et je ferai pareil.
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# Posté le lundi 15 septembre 2008 07:46

Modifié le mercredi 17 septembre 2008 07:15