Day 24 → Make a playlist to someone.

I couldn’t pick just one, lol.

Crease - lol, I thought of you first .. wtfreaaak?! Haha,

Baby // ” We know you love us, we know you care. Just shout whenever and we’ll be there.” Nguyen’s second period.

Neighbors Know My Name // lol, messing with Rianna in Day’s (x And cause my neighbors know your name .. bwuahaha!

I’ll make a man out of you // “Let’s get down to business! To defeat the Huns..”

Bonete - Haaay sweet thang (; How you doing? Haha, these songs remind me of you.

La la la // “I’m gonna rock your body all night”

Take You Down // “I really want to take you down”

Bedrock // “I can make your bed rock girl”

Rianna (Coconuts) - When we “bonded” lol (x

Somebody’s Baby // We sang the whole song and when we finished we stared at each other all funny cause we just bonded with out knowing, haha.

Baby // You got that song stuck in my head, and the hand movements, FFFUU, lol.

Here’s Bigego // Part of our ” Kaboom, Oh Shaaa, Oh Haaay, Say Whaa? No waay!” :D Lol, remember Poblano? “Oh, so it was you two who wrote that” (x 

Daughter son dearest (: - Songs that remind me of you :p

Love Game  // Cause we like that song, lol.

Increase My Bust // Lol, I bet that’s not even the title but yeaa Neeya’s bust? Haha,

Change // HyunA is gorgeous (;

BernYabut - The songs that we harmonized in hella good.

Replay // First song, right?

Knock You Down // Every dance, lol.

Let Me Hold You // HAHA, remember this from eighth grade? And the ipod we drew?! xD

Ana - Cause I felt like putting you on here too :D 

Milkshakes // Toilet paper stuffed (: lol.

The Yes Dance // There’s an instrumental ;D Haha, “Let’s do the fork in the garbage disposal!” (:

Day 23 → Something you wish you had done in your life.

Uhh, I don’t know. I’m still young, but Malcom rubs it in that I’m getting old D:< And I’m younger than him ! FFFUUU, haha. Actually, I wish I studied harder last semester.. I didn’t do that well x_________x

Day 22 → Something you wish you hadn’t done in your life.

There’s a lot, but what’s done is done. The past can’t be change. Life’s alright at the moment. (: Besides having Malcom telling me I’m old.. =___________= LOL.

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New Gang Tactics Uncovered.

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*I received this in an email being circulated between friends & family. Please, pass this on.

Subject: Santa Clara County Sheriff’s Department - Alert
Date: Mon, 12 Jul 2010

CITIZENS ALERT

“Thursday morning, I saw an infant car seat on the side of the road with a blanket draped over it. I did not stop, even though I had all kinds of thoughts running through my head. But when I got to my destination, I called the local police and they said they were going to check it out. This is what I was told…” - Local eyewitness report

BE AWARE - NEW GANG TACTICS UNCOVERED
:

1. San Jose and San Francisco area gangs and thieves have been discovered plotting different ways to get a person to stop their vehicle.

2. Informants have told local police and sheriff’s departments that there is a new gang initiation ritual in which gangs deliberately place a car seat by the road with a fake baby in it. They wait for a woman to stop and check on the fake baby. Note that the location of this car seat will usually be beside a wooded grassy field or isolated area. The victim – a woman - will then be kidnapped, dragged into the woods, battered and raped and usually left for dead. DO NOT STOP FOR THIS. DIAL 9-1-1 AND REPORT WHAT YOU SAW

3. If you are driving at night and eggs are thrown at your windshield, do not turn on your wipers and do not spray any water on it because eggs mixed with water becomes milky and you will not be able to see anything. You will be then forced to stop beside the road and become a victim of these predators and thieves. This is new techniques used by the gangs. Please inform your friends and relatives of this danger. These are desperate times and these unlawful individuals will take desperate measures to get what they want.

4. No matter what – if you see a stranger, male or female, approach your car, stay inside your vehicle and keep windows closed. Do not allow them to get into your vehicle. Be alert to the possibility of a gang attack on your car. Escape and call 911 immediately.

5. Please talk to your loved ones about this news. There are new tactics being used by local gangs and you would hate for anyone to fall victim to this kind of crime.

PLEASE BE SAFE AND NEVER STOP YOUR VEHICLE FOR ANYONE OR ANYTHING. KEEP YOUR DOORS LOCKED AT ALL TIMES. BE SAFE.

Omg

I’m scared now

fuck yeah ! i should do this.

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This is A TRUE STORY AND IF YOU DON’T PASS THIS ON YOU DON’T HAVE A SOUL!!! My name is Chris , I am three, My eyes are swollen.. I cannot see. I must be stupid, I must be bad, What else could have made, My daddy so mad? I wish I were better, I wish I weren’t ugly, Then maybe my mommy, Would still want to hug me. I can’t do a wrong, I can’t speak at all, Or else I’m locked up, All day long. When I’m awake, I’m all alone, The house is dark, My folks aren’t home. When my mommy does come home, I’ll try and be nice, So maybe I’ll just get, One whipping tonight. I just heard a car, My daddy is back, From Charlie’s bar I hear him curse, My name is called , I press myself, Against the wall. I try to hide, &gt;From his evil eyes, I’m so afraid now, I’m starting to cry. He finds me weeping, Calls me ugly words, He says its my fault, He suffers at work. He slaps and hits me, And yells at me more, I finally get free, And run to the door. He’s already locked it, And I start to bawl, He takes me and throws me, Against the hard wall. I fall to the floor, With my bones nearly broken, And my daddy continues, With more bad words spoken. ‘I’m sorry!’, I scream, But it’s now much to late, His face has been twisted, Into a unimaginable sh ape. The hurt and the pain, Again and again, O please God, have mercy! O please let it end! And he finally stops, And heads for the door, While I lay there motionless, Sprawled on the floor. My name is Chris , I am three, Tonight my daddy, Murdered me. And you can help, Sickens me to the soul, If you read this, And don’t pass it on. I pray for your forgiveness, You would have to be, One heartless person, Not to be affected, By this Poem. And because you ARE affected, Do something about it! So all I ask you to do, Is pass this on! IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE! Post this as ‘Daddy … It hurts’ If you do not send this to everyone you know Then you obviously don’t care about child abuse. At first I thought this was just a chain letter And I wasn’t going to send it either, But now I realize that this is an important situation. At least 5 children each day from around the world die from child abuse!!!! This happens across the board, no matter how much money they have or their ethnicity. Please help.
This is really disturbing.

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This is A TRUE STORY AND IF YOU DON’T PASS THIS ON YOU DON’T 
HAVE A SOUL!!! 

My name is Chris , 
I am three, 
My eyes are swollen.. 
I cannot see. 

I must be stupid, 
I must be bad, 
What else could have made, 
My daddy so mad? 

I wish I were better, 
I wish I weren’t ugly, 
Then maybe my mommy, 
Would still want to hug me. 

I can’t do a wrong, 
I can’t speak at all, 
Or else I’m locked up, 
All day long. 

When I’m awake, 
I’m all alone, 
The house is dark, 
My folks aren’t home. 

When my mommy does come home, 
I’ll try and be nice, 
So maybe I’ll just get, 
One whipping tonight. 

I just heard a car, 
My daddy is back, 
From Charlie’s bar 

I hear him curse, 
My name is called , 
I press myself, 
Against the wall. 

I try to hide, 
>From his evil eyes, 
I’m so afraid now, 
I’m starting to cry. 

He finds me weeping, 
Calls me ugly words, 
He says its my fault, 
He suffers at work. 

He slaps and hits me, 
And yells at me more, 
I finally get free, 
And run to the door. 

He’s already locked it, 
And I start to bawl, 
He takes me and throws me, 
Against the hard wall. 

I fall to the floor, 
With my bones nearly broken, 
And my daddy continues, 
With more bad words spoken. 

‘I’m sorry!’, I scream, 
But it’s now much to late, 
His face has been twisted, 
Into a unimaginable sh ape. 

The hurt and the pain, 
Again and again, 
O please God, have mercy! 
O please let it end! 

And he finally stops, 
And heads for the door, 
While I lay there motionless, 
Sprawled on the floor. 

My name is Chris , 
I am three, 
Tonight my daddy, 
Murdered me. 

And you can help, 
Sickens me to the soul, 
If you read this, 
And don’t pass it on. 

I pray for your forgiveness, 
You would have to be, 
One heartless person, 
Not to be affected, 
By this Poem. 

And because you ARE affected, 
Do something about it! 
So all I ask you to do, 
Is pass this on! 


IF YOU ARE AGAINST CHILD ABUSE! 
Post this as ‘Daddy … It hurts’ 

If you do not send this to everyone you know 
Then you obviously don’t care about child abuse. 

At first I thought this was just a chain letter 
And I wasn’t going to send it either, 
But now I realize that this is an important situation. 


At least 5 children each day from around the world die from child abuse!!!! 

This happens across the board, no matter how much money they have or their ethnicity. 
Please help.

This is really disturbing.