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well the winds of change are blowing alright in this house and every thing needs to change .i'm still waiting to see where this relationship is going as he still has not gave a definate answer as to what he wants .well we all know he wants his cake and eat it but there is only one choice not both but now cheating is the genes acording to some man that done a small research in switzerland well it might be in the genes but dont they have morrels too and a sense of right and wrong or are all men just lead by� thr dumb stick

Keri Welsh got married last night.� That was interesting seeing as though it's the first time one of my friends' kids got married.� I saw my good friend as "mother of the bride".� Wasn't it just yesterday that MY mother was "mother of the bride"?� I sat there and waited for Holly's grand stand.� I waited for her to lead all of us to our feet.� As ritual would have it, she stood first to see her baby entering the sanctuary in sparkling white satin, the same type of dress Holly and I had drempt about for years before we took�our own�monumental stride down the aisle.� The bride was beautiful, exhuberant, stunning.� That was me...just yesterday.� That was Holly...just before me.� It was a deep realization for me as I scanned the bridesmaids, their hair, the dresses;� I�am no longer a part of that crowd.� I am someone else now.� That part of my life is over...the part where you wear the uncomfortable, take a loan out for dress that is disposable.� I, however, have put those crumpled things to use in my girls' dress-up box.� I critiqued the bridesmaids' hair knowing they had paid a good sum of money for the updo that no one really noticed except their significant others and matronly women who had once or several times been in the same position.� I thought about how I made my own bridesmaids wear a red taffeta, tea length in the front, long in the back gown that I KNOW they never wore again.� It made me cringe.� But then my thoughts drifted back to Holly.� I watched her smile as the bride giggled when she placed the groom's ring on his�wrong finger.� I watched Holly delicately light Keri's candle.� I think that's an odd ritual seeing as though it represents Holly as the one who gave Keri her light at birth and that act of childbirth is so much more than a simple lighting of a candle.� Only a mother can know what I mean.� I watched Holly as she watched the scene unfold before her.� A mother guides, directs, loves, leads, weeps, labours, frets,�teaches for years and years, from the lighting of the candle until the day she dies and here was my friend watching, just watching.� Once an active participant in Keri's life, once the one everyone turned to when dealing with Keri.� And now Holly sits and watches her baby�leave her side and cleave to�a man who will provide and guide and take Keri under his wing.� I couldn't help but think of me and my own babies.� I couldn't help but think about my mother and how she sat and watched.� I spied Holly's mom take an even lesser role in the whole affair.� Yesterday she moved from "mother of the bride" to .......� Is there a title for her?� Her role was one I have yet to relate to.� I am years away from that.� I could see myself through Holly, but not her mother.� And then it hit me.� Soon, very soon, in the blink of an eye, I will move to that role.� Beautifully, though, years of the past feel like they transpired yesterday but the years of the future never feel like they will transpire tomorrow.� I can bask in the delight of believing those years are actual years away.� And I am reminded of my role, my current role where I am still guiding, directing, loving, leading, weeping, labouring, fretting and teaching.� I am reminded that my role is no�easy task.� I am reminded of the work set before me.� I am reminded that what I do and have done will one day�be represented by the simple lighting of a candle but by no means can that small act even begin to signify all that has transpired.

"If it works, it's obsolete."�

"We look at the present through a rear-view mirror. We march backwards into the future."

"'Camp' is popular because it gives people a sense of reality to see a replay of their lives."

-Marshall McLuhan

http://www.marshallmcluhan.com/main.html

September has always been a time�of change for me. I recall feelings of positive anticipation, wish I could say I feel that these days. I'm not certain exactly what I am feeling but it's uncomfortable for sure.

I'll just keep going, time�tells us what we need to know. I need to trust the process of change. I am choosing to see this change as "renewal", a time�to reinvent myself. It's a good thing - smile!�

9/5/2008

Today is a grand day to lose weight, start school, lose weight, get in touch with oneself, and lose weight. LOL

Today is a great day to make a friend, tell a distance love one that you love them, and be the person that longs to come out of you.� A person who desires to do and be right.

Today is a great day to love a child, protect a child, and say no to a child.

Today is a day of seizing the day and making it your own.� Why put off things tomorrow when you can accomplish it today?

Lets get moving today.

奥运的文化印记

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我跟敦敦看奥运, 经常随着跌宕起伏的赛事大声地喊叫。老公只能对两个‘疯子’的失态采取忍耐的态度。"老妈!" 敦敦大嚷, “她们身上为啥都带颜色!” 我仔细看过去. 他居然对美国队员身上显眼的刺青和中国队姑娘身上的紫红的火罐印发生了特殊兴趣. 我告诉他, 那是文化差异. 你不能说刺青就很美，也不能说火罐印就不美，美国人是锦上添花型, 喜欢把出位心仪的图案扎进自己的皮肤, 妖气入血后摇头晃脑变得更加自我. 中国人是内省型, 喜欢从里到外地清理自己, 为了矫正阴阳失调, 不忌讳把邪气随着血用负压拔出来示人, 紫红的印记标志着我OK了！

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文化会自然融合, 没准2012年在伦敦, 看到姚明纹条 ‘龙’ 啥的在前臂上. 要是突然发现菲而浦斯的后背有个黑紫的火罐印, 您也别奇怪, 没准他受不了重金诱惑当了中国泳队总教练. 文化还带有很强的渗透性，郎平没费太多年就让美国女排打出中国风格了. 澳洲教练也没花太大功夫就让中国小伙游出了澳洲水平. 本届奥运会上中国国歌奏了51次，全世界都会哼哼“起来不愿做奴隶的人们”。我觉得，本着公平公正的原则应该用电脑把金银铜牌的国歌组合起来演奏更有意思些，冠军国歌的头接着的亚军国歌主体部，用季军国歌结尾。这样能圆更多运动员和观众的同一个梦想。

Hey everyone, it's me, Sunlight! ^^ well... as you can see i changed my color from blue to pink.. because DRUM ROLL PLEASE

Bob: *beats on drum* duddududuuddudududummmmm....!!

I DYED MYSELF PINK AND BLACK 8D

^_^ yesh i did! i look so awesome! Shadow thinks so too <3 oyey mayb i'll make a new impression on him ^-^ i did not dye myself for him... i did it, cause i was tired of everyone thinking i was Sonic! DX and being pink AND black, will show i'm just me =) and not a boy XD

well... sorry i haven't updated in a few days, been kinda busy, with this and that... blah blah blah! here's a surprise: i'm actually starting to like Dusk as a friend 0.0 which is something that i wld nvr be caught dead doing!

...i mean, she's a rly nice person...once you get to know her xD...

here's a song i rly like... it's about me and Shadow's OLD relationship ;-; boo..

..:I.Will.Learn.To.Love.Again:..

drowning in tears

that won't beee me

i will soon be free

free from all the chains that hold the pain inside

and though i cry

it won't be loong

'til i regain the strength to go on

i will find mii way

through the heart break

i will not give up on love, i believe...

i will learn to love again

i will learn to trust

once this heart learns to mend

i will learn to love, to love again...

all of this pain

time will dry them

i will soon survive them

and make it into another day

~*Sorry i have to shorten it, I Don't know the rest of it ^^;;; *~

...well, so far, i've made some nice friends... Sonic is STILL a hawt guy <3 So is SHAAAAAAAAAAADOW <<<<<<<<<<<3333333333 Silver is still a whore... well, to me at least xD HE STOLE MAH MAN D8 waah.

wellies... the bell is gunna riing-a-ding-ding soon... so im'a go... until next time ^-^ which i hope is tomarrow XD

Forever and always, ~Sunlight <3�