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I still like chainletters.

15th Sep 2010 07:04

13 years, 9 months & 3 days ago

Handwriting Analysis

30th Dec 2009 01:22

14 years, 5 months & 18 days ago

what a kiss means

15th Nov 2009 03:22

14 years, 7 months & 2 days ago

OKWTF.

17th Feb 2009 05:23

15 years, 3 months & 29 days ago

Want to get Rick Roll'd?

1st Nov 2008 08:49

15 years, 7 months & 15 days ago

Lolwut o__o

2nd Oct 2008 08:43

15 years, 8 months & 14 days ago

Blonde moments?

26th Sep 2008 10:50

15 years, 8 months & 20 days ago

Sorry, but it's just hilarious.

23rd Sep 2008 05:57

15 years, 8 months & 23 days ago

Ok so I'm back again.

3rd Jun 2008 23:41

16 years & 14 days ago

I ate a yellow rubberband.

21st May 2008 09:38

16 years & 27 days ago

Mew_and_Kitty 1 Comments

I love reposting annoying pointless things.

16 years, 4 months & 27 days ago

20th Jan 2008 09:00

I think I'm addicted to collecting these things o__o
Read this or you will be scarred for life...

*It's good to cry

*Chicken soup actually makes you feel better

*94% of boys would love it if you sent them flowers

*Only apply mascara to your top lashes

*It's actually true, boys DO insult you when they like you!

*89% of guys want YOU to make the 1st move

*Chocolate will make you feel better! (does that even need to be stated?)

*Most boys think it's cute when you say the wrong thing.

*Boys aren't worth your tears

*More boys than girls are going to look at this bulletin

*We ALL love surprises!!

*Now.... make a wish!

Wish REALLLLLLY hard!!!

WISH WISH WISH WISH

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Congratulations!!

Your wish has just been received

So...

Post this on your blog and your wish will be granted

And here is one too.

Start thinking something you really really want, cause this is
astounding. the person that sent this to me said their wish came true 10
mins after they read the mail so I thought what the heck.

You have just been visited by Dr.Suess's Cat in the Hat. He will grant
you
one wish.
Make your wish when the count down is over.

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MAKE A WISH!!!!!!!!!!!!

.Repost this and/or Send this to 10 people within the hour you read this.
If you do, your wish will come true! . If you don't it will become the
opposite xxxxx
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The good thing about this chain letter is that you repost it, not send it to 15 people. So yay to that. I'm actually collecting blog chainletters o__o

Hope it works!

Supposedly The Phone Will Ring
Right After You Do This.

Just read the little stories and
think of a wish as you scroll all
the way to the bottom. There is
a message there - then make your
wish.

No attachment on this one.

Stories

I'm 13 years old, and I wished
that my dad would come home from
the army, because he'd been having
problems with his heart and right
leg. It was 2:53 p.m . When I made
my wish. At 3:07 p.m. (14 minutes
later), the doorbell rang, and
there my Dad was, luggage and all!!

I'm Katie and I'm 20 and I've been
having trouble in my job and on the
verge of quitting. I made a simple
wish that my boss would get a new
job. That was at 1:35 and at 2:55
there was an announcement that he
was promoted and was leaving for
another city. Believe me...this
really works!!!

My name is Ann and I am 45 years
of age. I had always been single
and had been hoping to get into a
nice, loving relationship for many
years. While kind of daydreaming
(and right after receiving this email)
I wished that a quality person would
finally come into my life. That was at
9:10 AM on a Tuesday. At 9:55 AM
a FedEx delivery man came into my
office.He was cute, polite and
could not stop smiling at me. He
started coming back almost everyday
(even without packages) and asked me
out a week later. We married 6
months later and now have been
happily married for 2 years.

My name is Marion, i'm 13, the time here is 10:51 pm and I hope it'll take more or less than 30 mins for this wish to happen. Ad my wish is to have a great guy that would love me for who I am, and that he would call me to tell me he loves me.

What a great email it was!!

Just scroll down to the end, but
while you do, think of a wish.
Make your wish when you have completed
scrolling. Whatever age you are, is the
number of minutes it will take for your
wish to come true. ex.you are 25 years
old, it will take 25 minutes for your wish
to come true).

Go for it!!!

SCROLL DOWN!!!!

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STOP!!!

Congratulations!!! Your wish will
now come true in your age minutes.

Now follow this carefully....it
can be very rewarding!!!!

If you repost this within the next 5 min.
something major that you've been wanting
will happen.

This is apparently scary!

Mew_and_Kitty 1 Comments

Say a color.

16 years, 5 months & 15 days ago

2nd Jan 2008 01:31

Reaction game.
The "-" Means I only decided to mark my reply.
Say a random color!
-Yellow!
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Say a car color!
-Yellow!
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Say a house color you see outside!
-Yellow
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Say a ceiling color!
-Yellow!
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Name one of your teachers!
-Potato!
Krissu named our maths teacher, it's like an automatic reaction xD
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Name an animal starting with "H"!
Me: Hammer!
Krissu: Hamlet!
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Name an eyeshadow color!
-Yellow
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Name a candy!
A friend: Skittles! (Except for "h" instead of the k)
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Name a company!
"Kalev" comes automatically, it's a candy&chocolate company in Estonia.
Name a company, not Kalev!
-Eh... Pampers!
A diaper company? come on.
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Name a school lesson!
Krissu: Maths!
Me: Um..Eh..Wait, what did you ask?
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Name a person you hate!
-Potato!

I love reaction game.

Mew_and_Kitty 0 Comments

So true!

16 years, 6 months & 1 day ago

16th Dec 2007 10:50

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Mew_and_Kitty 2 Comments

More sad blofg stories I pick up from others.

16 years, 7 months & 1 day ago

15th Nov 2007 08:38

When I was quite young, my father had one of the first telephones in our neighborhood. I remember the polished, old case fastened to the wall. The shiny receiver hung on the side of the box. I was too little to reach the telephone, but used to listen with fascination when my mother talked to it.

Then I discovered that somewhere inside the wonderful device lived an amazing person. Her name was "Information Please" and there was nothing she did not know. Information Please could supply anyone's number and the correct time.

My personal experience with the genie-in-a-bottle came one day while my mother was visiting a neighbor. Amusing myself at the tool bench in the basement, I whacked my finger with a hammer, the pain was terrible, but there seemed no point in crying because there was no one home to give sympathy.

I walked around the house sucking my throbbing finger, finally arriving at the stairway. The telephone! Quickly, I ran for the footstool in the parlor and dragged it to the landing. Climbing up, I unhooked the receiver in the parlor and held it to my ear. "Information, please" I said into the mouthpiece just above my head. A click or two and a small clear voice spoke into my ear.

"Information."

"I hurt my finger.." I wailed into the phone, the tears came readily enough now that I had an audience.

"Isn't your mother home?" came the question.

"Nobody's home but me," I blubbered.

"Are you bleeding?" the voice asked.

"No," I replied. "I hit my finger with the hammer and it hurts."

"Can you open the icebox?" she asked.

I said I could.

"Then chip off a little bit of ice and hold it to your finger," said the voice.

After that, I called "Information Please" for everything. I asked her for help with my geography, and she told me where Philadelphia was. She helped me with my math. She told me my pet chipmunk that I had caught in the park just the day before, would eat fruit and nuts.

Then, there was the time Petey, our pet canary, died. I called, "Information Please" and told her the sad story. She listened, and then said things grown-ups say to soothe a child But I was not consoled. I asked her, "Why is it that birds should sing so beautifully and bring joy to all families, only to end up as a heap of feathers on the bottom of a cage?"

She must have sensed my deep concern, for she said quietly, "Wayne, always remember that there are other worlds to sing in."

Somehow I felt better.

Another day I was on the telephone and called, "Information Please."

"Information," said in the now familiar voice.

"How do I spell fix?" I asked.

All this took place in a small town in the Pacific Northwest. When I was nine years old, we moved across the country to Boston. I missed my friend very much. "Information Please" belonged in that old wooden box back home and I somehow never thought of trying the shiny new phone that sat on the table in the hall. As I grew into my teens, the memories of those childhood conversations never really left me.

Often, in moments of doubt and perplexity I would recall the serene sense of security I had then. I appreciated now how patient, understanding, and kind she was to have spent her time on a little boy..

A few years later, on my way west to college, my plane put down in Seattle. I had about a half-hour or so between planes. I spent 15 minutes or so on the phone with my sister, who lived there now. Then without thinking what I was doing, I dialed my hometown operator and said, "Information Please."

Miraculously, I heard the small, clear voice I knew so well. "Information."

I hadn't planned this, but I heard myself saying, "Could you please tell me how to spell fix?"

There was a long pause. Then came the soft spoken answer, "I guess your finger must have healed by now."

I laughed, "So it's really you," I said. "I wonder if you have any idea how much you meant to me during that time?"

I wonder," she said, "if you know how much your calls meant to me.. I never had any children and I used to look forward to your calls."

I told her how often I had thought of her over the years and I asked if I could call her again when I came back to visit my sister.

"Please do", she said. "Just ask for Sally."

Three months later I was back in Seattle. A different voice answered, "Information." I asked for Sally.

"Are you a friend?" she said.

"Yes, a very old friend," I answered.

"I'm sorry to have to tell you this," she said. "Sally had been working part-time the last few years because she was sick. She died five weeks ago."

Before I could hang up she said, "Wait a minute, did you say your name was Wayne?"

"Yes." I answered

"Well, Sally left a message for you. She wrote it down in case you called.

Let me read it to you." The note said, "Tell him there are other worlds to sing in. He'll know what I mean."

I thanked her and hung up. I knew what Sally meant.

Mew_and_Kitty 1 Comments

I'm starting to become a blog chainletter copier.

16 years, 7 months & 16 days ago

31st Oct 2007 09:47

Found this on someone's blog, had to repost it. I love this story.

I was walking around in a Target store, when I saw a Cashier hand this little boy some money back.

The boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old.

The Cashier said, "I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll."

Then the little boy turned to the old woman next to him: ''Granny,

are you sure I don't have enough money?''

The old lady replied: ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.''

Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look a round. She left quickly.

The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand.

Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to.

"It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas.

She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her."

I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry.

But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there."

His eyes were so sad while saying this. "My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.''

My heart nearly stopped.

The little boy looked up at me and said: "I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall."

Then he showed me a very nice photo of him where he was laughing. He then told me "I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me."

"I love my mommy and I wish she doesn't have to leave me, but daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister."

Then he looked again at the doll with sad eyes, very quietly.

I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy. "Suppose we check

again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll?''

"OK" he said, "I hope I do have enough." I added some of my money to his with out him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money.

The little boy said: "Thank you God for giving me enough money!"

Then he looked at me and added, "I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll, so that mommy could give It to my sister. He heard me!''

"I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose.''

"My mommy loves white roses."

A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket.

I finished my shopping in a totally different state from when I started.

I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind.

Then I remembered a local news paper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young

woman and a little girl.

The little girl died right away, and the mother was left in a critical

state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the

life-sustaining machine, because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma.

Was this the family of the little boy?

Two days after this encounter with the little boy, I read in the news paper that the young woman had passed away.

I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was exposed for people to see and make last wishes before her burial.

She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest.

I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed for ever.. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is

still, to this day, hard to imagine.

And in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.

Now you have 2 choices:

1) Repost this message, or

2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart.

I still like chainletters.

15th Sep 2010 07:04