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First off, my name is Sumin[Soo-Min]
im 15, ima sophomore in Alta Loma High School.
my class color is RED! lol
though im realy pretty, try to keep urself contained, and im not a shlutt.
i also don't wear makeup, cuz i don't need to =]




















last year. me and my daughter elizabeth. god, i miss her so much. TT.TT






me and my pal Susie!! =]



bak wen i used to be a dc whore. lol






my dog Jade! i a <3 her! whee

Dear Wife,
During the past year I have tried to make love to you 365 times.
I have succeeded 36 times, which is an average of once every ten days.

The following is a list of why I did not succeed more often:

54 times the sheets were clean
17 times it was too late
49 times you were too tired
20 times it was too hot
15 times you pretended to be sleep
22 times you had a headache
17 times you were afraid of waking the baby
16 times you said you were too sore
12 times it was the wrong time of the month
19 times you had to get up early
9 times you said weren't in the mood
7 times you were sunburned
6 times you were watching the late show
5 times you didn't want to mess up your new hairdo
3 times you said the neighbors would hear us
9 times you said your mother would hear us

Of the 36 times I did succeed, the activity was not satisfactory because:

6 times you just laid there
8 times you reminded me there's a crack in the ceiling
4 times you told me to hurry up and get it over with
7 times I had to wake you and tell you I finished
1 time I was afraid I had hurt you because I felt you move

KEEP READING.......

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TO MY DEAR HUSBAND:

I think you have things a little confused. Here are the reasons you didn't get more than you did:

5 times you came home drunk and tried to screw the cat
36 times you did not come home at all
21 times you didn't come with energy
33 times you came too soon
19 times you went soft before you got in
38 times you worked too late
10 times you got cramps in your toes
29 times you had to get up early to play golf
2 times you were in a fight and someone kicked you in the balls
4 times you got it stuck in your zipper
3 times you had a cold and your nose was running
2 times you had a splinter in your finger
20 times you lost the motion after thinking about it all day
6 times you came in your pajamas while reading a dirty book
98 times you were too busy watching TV

Of the times we did get together:

The reason I laid still was because you missed and were screwing the sheets.

I wasn't talking about the crack in the ceiling, what I said was, "Would you prefer me on my back or kneeling?"

The time you felt me move was because you farted and I was trying to breathe.

Once you read this letter you have to keep it going.

When I say... "I am a Christian" I'm not shouting "I'm clean livin'."
I'm whispering "I was lost, Now I'm found and forgiven."

When I say... "I am a Christian" I don't speak of this with pride.
I'm confessing that I stumble and need Christ to be my guide.

When I say... "I am a Christian" I'm not trying to be strong.
I'm professing that I'm weak And need His strength to carry on!

When I say... "I am a Christian" I'm not bragging of success.
I'm admitting I have failed And need God to clean my mess.

When I say... "I am a Christian" I'm not claiming to be perfect,
My flaws are far too visible But, God believes I am worth it.

When I say... "I am a Christian" I still feel the sting of pain.
I have my share of heartaches So I call upon His name.

When I say... "I am a Christian" I'm not holier than thou,
I'm just a simple sinner Who received God's good grace, somehow.

Certain expletives are being shouted
The quad is so very crowded
He falls to the floor, his opponent laughs
The victim buffs himself up
Takes a deep breath, and laughs.
[With a touch of his torn lip, he braces]
[As he looks around to see many shocked faces.]
He hunches forward and takes a head run.
You can tell, it wasn’t very fun.
Seeing his head ram into his opponent’s central gut
Now he’s wincing and hacking out blood.

That was just 5 seconds
When the authorities ran in,
The madness can never stop until we try.
To run towards those lifelong dreams and goals till we die.
But never do we walk down the street and say.
I died today.
But instead, your six feet under, and dreaming of what you would never do,
Or see or touch, or ever eat too.
To see them cry by watching from above.
To see many die left and right
Who didn’t have the chance to fight.
The opposing team, they take up arms
They siege against the beaten
With machine guns, tanks, and nuclear bombs.

(It’s almost funny how such a tragedy, can happen in a matter of seconds
[Can kill thousands and thousands in just one minute.])
To wish upon a star of peace
Or so he promised us, after he preached.
On false hopes we built our dreams,
Just to lead other countries envious with green.

So I preach today, that such madness stops,
That wars, prejudice, racism, and greed, all go away.
As many people see the youth die young
It’s not peaceful to see such a sight.
It’s sad to say what’s become of us
It’s sad to see what’s become of us
It’s so hard to believe there’s not an ounce of truth, or love in a world this big

A fellow student dies
Yet nobody cries
They can’t shed a tear for what they did not hear.

They came to school like any other day
Asking who died today?
Their fellow classmate tells them
Someone got motorhit yesterday.

No shirts of his favorite color, no cries for his leaving
No cries from any loved ones in a school so unbelieving.
I cannot say I am proud of the quad I walk
For no soul is kind.
No loving tears, announcements, or last-loving words
Nothing as kind as that Andrea.
How can people e so heartless
For they act as nothing happened.
For the dead they have no sympathy.

I am ever proud to say
I stand up for John today
How can this school be so unbelieving
To say that popularity is everything.
But I say to you if you if he was popular
They would have done many things in his memory.
But since he wasn’t there is no sympathy.
Even though I didn’t know him, I’m proud to acknowledge his death today
For it is sad to hear the death of a student, and not seeing anything loving done for him.
John, whom I stand up for thee.

*sigh* omg i couldn't stop watching him at lunch.

i miss him soo much. i miss the way he would go out of his way and wask me out of the skewl like he used to. i miss the way his perfect voice sounded wen he talked to me. i miss the way out arms would bump against each other wen we walked. i miss making fun of his stressed out white hairs for a 15 year old. i miss laughing and joking with him, i hate thinking that he ignores me now.

i hate that i think about him everyday and wondering if he thinks about me. i hate pretending i don't see him wen we pass each other in the halls. i hate watching his backside wen hes walking away. i regret many careless things i did to hurt him, and its ripping me up inside, i hate this feeling,

and

on a verge of insanity.

i miss him soo much.

boo.