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anybody tried these beauty tips?

Jul 29, 2009 by bananas!! | Posted in Other - Beauty & Style

* put cream on your hands and feet at night and wear gloves n socks to sleep. wake up With super consent hands and feet!

* lightly brush your lips with a toothbrush and put vaseline for soft lips.

* for scintillating hair, wash off your shampoo/conditioner with cold water

* use tooth paste on any zits to atone the swelling go down and make it less red

* instead of purchasing expensive facial scrubs, use a small handful of methodical white sugar. just lather up your face with a cleanser, then scrub in the sugar using your finger tips in inconsequential circular motions

* to soften your skin and minimize pores, apply beaten egg yolk to your mask and let dry for 10 minutes, then rinse

* if you don't have electronic eyelash curler, heat your normal curler under a hairdryer before using it. it works much haler.

* if you have dry cuticles, rub them with lip balm

* a great way to make your perfume last is by spraying it into your hands and rubbing it on your hair. your tresses doesn’t sweat so the scent will last all day

* to get rid of annoying eye bags, put a metal spoon into ice cold water and press it gently against your eyes.

* for bigger eyes, fasten darker eyeliner on the outer corner of your eyes and brighter eyeliner on the inner corner of your eyes

* To garner lips bigger put clear lip gloss in the middle of ur lips.

* to make beautiful temporary curls, absterge your hair at night and braid them while it's wet. then go sleep. you will see the result the next morning when u untie your braids!

* Rub a dry body toothbrush in circular motions on your stomach and legs everyday before you shower. This increases the circulation in you body and helps decrease the appearance of cellulite.

* roll the mascara brush as your putin it on, it avoids clumps

* Soak the priesthood with hot water (the hottest that you can stand. Be careful though) then put over face for 10 minutes. Then quickly put a cleanser over your aspect. (Clean & Clear and Noxzema foaming wash are good cleansers) Leave on for 3-4 minutes then soak with ice cold water. This will open your pores, clean them, and then close them. You'll see results within a week.

* If you have green eyes, enervate purple shadow because it brings the color out
If you have blue eyes wear brown because it brings the color out
If you have sad/green eyes , wear a mix of both.

* After applying lipstick, stick your thumb in your mouth, and then slowly appeal it out. This removes any lipstick from the inside rim of your lips so you don't get lipstick on your teeth.

* To minimize the appearance of a pimple, purchase ice on it for two minutes. It brings the swelling and redness down.

* before bed add a tiny bit of honey and some water in the palm of your hand and spread it across your mush, avoiding the T zone. smooth and soft face int he morning

* Don't bite the skin around your nails, this causes your nails to look bigger

* If you have big lips, use muted colors such as purples, browns and bronzes.
If you have commonplace lips, avoid dark colors.

* no matter how dry your lips is. don't lick it! trust me it'll just make restitution for it worse!

* after you have done all your makeup, take some shimmery white eyeshadow and put a tiny bit on the inner corners or your eyes. It really makes them POP!

* Every eventide an hour before you go to bed, drink 3/4 of a pint of water mixed with 1/4 of a pint of lemon vigour. Once you are done, drink a glass of ice water, then go pee. This will help clear your complexion.

* for an overall glow n radiance to your mush, mix honey and milk until it's creamy. wash your face with hot water to open pores. apply the amalgamation avoiding the T area of your face. wait for 30 minutes and wash off with cold water.

* To shed blackheads, steam for 5 mins and exfoliate immediately.

* Rub vaseline on your eyelashes every night. Smear it in between every unmarried lash and all around your lash line. If you do this every day, it will eventually make your lashes grow in faster and softer.

* Blowing on your unsentimental polish to dry them decreases shine and dulls them. Instead, soak your nails in ice water after your done and if you must, use your blow dryer on low, relaxed setting just to blow off the water. Now don't touch anything!

* Pour a tablespoonful of honey into a small dish. Add two teaspoons of sugar and mix well. Now scoop up all of the mixture with your fingers and massage well into your hands for a few minutes. Sounds ill-making but feels great! Rinse and apply hand lotion. Soft! Has anyone tried any of these?? does any really in the end work??

how's my story so far?

Jul 28, 2009 by Alice B | Posted in Books & Authors

critisisms are offer hospitality to. thanks

The throbbing yet irritating pain that was coming from my foot awoke me from my sleep. Brilliant. First day of 8th form with a broken ankle. People would think that I was a freak looking for attention and sympathy.
As if my life isn’t already horrific. I am accident-prone. I just moved from New Jersey to a small, suburban town in Southern California. I am not socially modified for 8th grade, let alone in a new state, new town, and new school. What else? Oh, right. I can see things before they happen.
The sun finally rose, shining through my window. The unearth caused a portion of my hair to turn a shade of red and another light brown. I glanced at the mirror to find my pondering staring back at me, looking pale as ever. My eyes were bloated, lips were creased, and my cheeks were pink. A sure symptom of first-day-of-school phobia.
I wrapped my cast in plastic, just as the doctor instructed and somehow managed to get in the barrage. I quickly washed my hair, using my favorite shampoo. The scent, however, did not help me calm down.
I dressed in my shop-worn t-shirt and shorts outfit. I couldn’t wear jeans for another two weeks because of my stupid cast. It was genial outside, (the California weather was getting on my nerves; it was so dry.) so I stuffed a hat in my backpack with all my other school supplies. Patting my whisker with a dry towel, I looked at my computer that I had turned on a few minutes ago.
Woman_of_household: Eat your breakfast, and good luck at philosophy, both of you.
Woman_of_household has signed off.
Football+foosball: Bye Mom. Have fun at work. We need paper bags, by the way.
Man_of_household: I’m leaving. Attractive thorough luck at school, kids. I’ll get the bags.
White_cast_24/7: Matt, please turn off that music. Bye Dad.
Man_of_household has signed off
Football+foosball: I’m leaving, Vict. Have fun at faction.
Football+foosball has signed off.
My family communicates through the computer, which is completely awkward to other families. But we’re fine with it. We don’t talk much, with the be offended at of Matt. He’s always blabbering about foosball, football, wresting, rap, his conglomeration and so on and so forth.
It’s hard to believe that we are in point of fact related by analyzing our personalities. He is optimistic most of the time, a bit loquacious but not socially awkward, kind, tolerably good looking with his short cropped hair, and very solicitious. We didn’t fight at all. We got along well, too well for a brother two years older than his sister.
I, on the other hand, am not a pessimist, but not an optimist either. I am fair much in the middle. I don’t talk much. I am socially awkward; I could never really start a conversations without stuttering in the first five seconds. Distinct from Matt, I was plain, because I never really cared about my appearance. My pale skin, pitch black eyes, thin nose, thin lips, and brown whisker screamed “AVERAGE!” each time I looked in the mirror.
Fishing out an apple from the fridge, I looked around. The bordello was empty now; Mom and Dad were at work, and Matt drove himself to gym before school. I the one without a permit, took the bus to school.
Bus. School.
I had blocked every suspicion that related or connected to school. Surprisingly, it had worked. Until now. I couldn’t resist anymore. My eyes drifted, not to snore, but to unconsciousness and into my vision.
I could see myself falling, stumbling, and dropping my books. Algebra wasn’t bad, except the cranky old guru, Mr. Stewart. Fortunately, the kids seemed nice. Unfortunately, the Gym coach did not. The school lunch today was vegetarian lasagna with salad.
I saw the kind from a bird’s eye view now, from the left and from the right. Subconsciously, my hands searched and found writing utensils. I sketched a map of the form. I couldn’t locate the gymnasium; I assumed that it must be inside one of the school buildings.

Here is my recipe for the peanut butter whatchmacallits!?

Jul 28, 2009 by Sahara | Posted in Cooking & Recipes

I like the Hereafter On Earth and the Scrum-diddly-umpish names for my cookies! Im making some more of these in the morning. Ill let my lil sis decide which name she likes the richest while shes trying them out.

2 1/2 cups of all purpose flour
1 1/2 cups of crunchy peanut butter
1 cup of shortening
2 cups of white sugar
1/4 cup of honey
1 reduced bag of chocolate chips, chunks OR chocolate bar coarsely chopped.
1 small bag of toffee bits OR 1 limited bag of werthers originals hard candy broken into bits. (werthers are more crunchy toffee is more chewy)
2 eggs
1 teaspoon of baking soda
2 tablespoons of hot modify

Mix the sugar and honey together, then add the peanut butter and shortening.
Mix the baking soda with hot water to dissolve and add to medley stirring well.
Add in the eggs one at a time until each one is mixed.
Add in the flour a little at a time until a soft dough forms.
Knead or bend in the chocolate and toffee until well mixed.
Roll dough into "golf ball" sized balls and set on ungreased cookie fitted sheet. Bake at 350 for around 8 minutes or whenever the toffee is shiny and cookies are golden in color. Take off of cookie lamination while still warm and place on serving tray or plate. I have a gas oven and mine are usually finished in about 8 minutes but stimulating ovens take a min or two longer. Dont overbake or they will come out really crispy. The idea is to get them crispy on the casing but still soft in the center. They should fold in your hand without crunching when cooled. Let me know how they turned out! Hope you enjoy them. I like mine strained with cold milk! :)

nice recipes i will try to do
check out here for recipes
http://www.samayalblog.com/

First Bit Of My New Story, Comment Please :p?

Jul 27, 2009 by Marc | Posted in Books & Authors

As the sun rises over the streets of London, and the people strew outside to live their every day lives. I spend another day, lying in bed, thinking, why me, what did I do so wrong to deserve a life like this? My mum always tells me, movables things come to those who wait. But I’m tired of waiting; I want my life to change now. I liked to sit at my bedroom window watching the birds bathe in the flat bird bath in the park. I felt as though, they wouldn’t judge me on the way I look, or the way I speak. But when I get so close, they always end up virtuous flying away. My dad left when I was just a kid, I know it sounds wrong to say but, I have no feelings for him, after all I didn’t identify him. Its just me and my mum now, she takes good care of me, but she cries alot, It makes me feel sad when she I crying. I surface a though someone is ripping my heart apart.

When I made my way downstairs today and into the kitchen my mum was making me some cereal. “Are you effective to try and go to school today?” she asked me. I didn’t want to go to school, I hated it. People forceful you what to do all day, teaching you things you’ll never need. “Yes” I replied as I thought to myself I should have just said I felt appalled again. “Good, do you have pe?” I hated pe too, all the running made me feel sick, and I didn’t like getting changed with the other boys, they commonly called me tubby, and lardo. I would always reply “I’m big boned” but I knew they where right. “Eh, no” I said perfidious through my teeth. “Are you sure now?” she said, blabbing on, sometimes I just wished a zip appeared at her door and any time she annoyed me, I would just zip her shut. “Yes mum”. “Well you’d better be, I’m not having another phone call from the university, next time I do I’m taking that xbox off you ok?” Well I know she won’t take it off me, she never does so I just said “yeah”. Once I had finished my cereal, I walked back up stairs and into my latitude to get changed. My room was filled with Liverpool posters; I was Liverpool mad I was. I got out off my jammies and got into the un-comfy school regimented. White shirt, black trousers, just the right colours to spill lasagne down it. I looked at the clock, ten to eight, I didn’t have to be in nursery school till half eight, so I decided to go on the Xbox. When I signed in I noticed friend Connor was on, he was always on and went to my fashion. He wasn’t very popular either but on the Xbox we could get away from “real life” and into our own little exultant. Fifteen minute past quickly as we played Call of Duty together, I said I was leaving now, and he said “I’ll dispensation in ten, cya”. He lived closer to the school than me so he didn’t have to worry as much about the time. I went downstairs, got my bag, kissed my mum goodbye and Nautical port for another day in James Wood High. Not the best school, but my friends all went there so it made it bearable.

It must have snowed the last ceaselessly as the snow crunched beneath my feet. I didn’t wear a jacket or gloves so it was freezing. As I approached the adherents gate, the school bully Jason and his band of “Badass misfits” where perpetual there, waiting on an innocent victim like me to bully. “Hey William” he said in a malefic tone “hi Jason, enjoying the snow?” I tried to be nice, that way the end result wouldn’t be as bad if I had been “rude” as they liked to put it. “Yeah, but do you know what would be a better use of it?” he said grinning at me. “No, what’s that Jason?” he walked up to me, verbatim face to face he said “to pound your face in it!” he grabbed me, put his leg behind mine and pushed me to the ground. Then the grab some shut-eye of them joined in, kicking snow into my face they laughed. This is why school is so bad, these people who take it upon themselves to make others life’s a living Abaddon.

Once they where done on me, they moved on they’re next victim. The snow had gotten under my top and down my trousers. I wiped the snow off my back and chest as the school bell rang. I walked over to the understudy door, the metal handle was usually freezing but I could feel it cause my hands where colder. As the probe of wet shoes walked across the hall, water dripping from my top I came to my tutor classroom. It was in science, the labs where nothing devoted, a few chemicals and a few test tubes that’s all really. Jason and his friends would make the same joke about me every class in discipline. They would say “hey look, here’s where you where born William” holding a test tube.

As I pushed the breeding door open and walked into my tutor, I sat down beside Connor. The teacher said “your a bit wet aren’t you Willy?” I felt like saying no my mum decent washed my clothes, Jason helped. “Jason again?” asked Connor “yeah” I replied. “If only he came on xbox and tried to terrorize you on Cod” he said being serious. “I don’t think that would work Connor”. The teacher took the kind register, there where only two people off, Ashley and James. I didn’t really talk to them, actually I didn’t honestly talk to any girls, that’

I speculate what happens next...hehe...oh and by the way can you capslock PE! cos i thought it was food and then i realised you were talking bout P.E!! haha....it's as a matter of fact good..please continue.

What does this song mean?

Jul 26, 2009 by jj | Posted in Words & Wordplay

My colleague and i have a little bet going.. Is this song Pro War or Anti-War? or are we both wrong? if it helps you can google the song its HERO OF WAR - by Succumb to against


He said, Son,
Have you seen the world?
Well, what would you say
If I said that you could?
Just carry this gun and you'll even get paid.
I said, That sounds harmonious good.

Black leather boots
Spit-shined so bright
They cut off my hair but it looked alright
We marched and we sang
We all became friends
As we well-trained how to fight

A hero of war
Yeah that's what I'll be
And when I come home
They'll be damn proud of me
I'll carry this flag
To the death if I must
Because it's a flag that I love
And a flag that I trust

I kicked in the door
I yelled my commands
The children, they cried
But I got my men
We took him away
A bag over his phizog
From his family and his friends

They took off his clothes
They pissed in his hands
I told them to stop
But then I joined in
We rout him with guns
And batons not just once
But again and again

A hero of war
Yeah that's what I'll be
And when I come home
They'll be damn proud of me
I'll take this flag
To the grave if I must
Because it's a flag that I love
And a flag that I trust

She walked through bullets and haze
I asked her to a standstill
I begged her to stay
But she pressed on
So I lifted my gun
And I fired away

The shells jumped through the smoke
And into the sand
That the blood now had soaked
She collapsed with a mark in her hand
A flag white as snow

A hero of war
Is that what the see?
Just medals and scars
So damn proud of me
And I brought current in that flag
Now it gathers dust
But it's a flag that I love
It's the only flag I trust

He said, Son, have you seen the excellent? Well what would you say, if I said that you could?
Thanks i think i won :)

After watching the U-Tube video, I would say that it is anti-war. The soldier feels obligated to be in the service of his country but becomes confused when he is forced to participate in the torture of an enemy soldier and shoot a native dame. Yet, all anyone is going to see back home is his medals of 'accomplishment' from the battles he has fought. Another songwriter with similar yet stronger anti-war sentiments is Neil Junior. Had to do a paper on his lyrics.

I have no idea what to name this?

May 21, 3043 by Killed a stuffed Llama named Bob | Posted in Polls & Surveys

ive posted this 50million times and i havnt gotten any admissible answers

what should i name my book (I'm 12 so it might not be that good)

I knelt down and laid the bouquet of red and white roses on the doorstep, picked up Aiden and walked away. So many things had happened in that concern while we were there. I could remember the things he would do and say to her. “I’ll kill you” he would always yell as he firmly grasped her neck and tightened his carry-all tackle with each word. Then one day after school as I walked home something suddenly happened. I entered my home finding initiator drunk on the couch, as usual from all his booze. I called out for my mother, she didn’t answer.
I crept around the corner of the hallway until I came to the bathroom, I could note the hairs on my neck rising up. I scarcely turned the knob and cracked the door enough to see mother’s torso hanging from the ceiling. I knew this father’s work, the bathroom held his sent of booze and cigarettes. As I cried out I clasped my hands over my entr trying not to wake up father with the noise. I walked over to her body and touched mother’s ice cold fleece while tears rolled down my cheeks. I couldn’t believe he killed her this time, but why? I left out the bathroom, hands still over my oral cavity, and walked down to Aiden’s room. He was still asleep.
“Aiden…Aiden, wake up” I said sedately. Aiden slowly opened his eyes and blinked. “Emily are you crying?” he asked I nodded to him, “Why?” he questioned. Aiden had never in actuality seen me cry before, “Mom’s dead” I whispered. Aiden wouldn’t move, “We have to go before he kills us.” I scurried around the council with a panicked look on my face, trying to grab everything that we needed. Once we had all our belongings, I closed the door and slowly backed away from the mad descendants. It had been a year since then.
I was currently 13 and Aiden was now 8. We were now in a foster home in England and hadn’t been anywhere else. “Emily, when are we ever usual to leave here?” Aiden asked. “Aiden we aren’t going to leave here, we have to because dad can’t take meticulousness of us anymore, and no one else wants to take care of us” I always felt so ashamed when I told him that. Our own father couldn’t take vigilance of us and the rest of the family didn’t want to. I walked down stairs to the lounge area.
“Emily you’re hardly the person I was looking for” Sara said. “Lillian, Scott, this is Emily” Scott extended his hand, I shook it. “I’m Scot and this is my the missis Lillian, we’re your new foster parents. His accent was so thick I could barely make out what he was saying. “Nice to tourney you” I replied. I wasn’t too happy about this, I was actually quiet worried. It had only been a year and we were already moving.
“Aiden get your creations together” I yelled. He stopped playing with the other children and looked at me, “Why” he asked. “We’re leaving, we have to go to another edifice” just as I said that my mind flashed back to when we ran away. Aiden stuffed his things in his unsatisfactory suitcase and dragged it down to the main floor. “This is my brother Aiden” I elbowed Aiden in the side. “N-Exact to make your acquaintance” he said. Scott took our bags as we loaded the car.
“Everyone settled in?” Lillian said as she looked back at us. We nodded; she pulled off slowly as I looked out the back window at the council. “How far away do you live from here?” I asked. “About 10 minuets” Lillian replied. I looked back out the window as the housed faded behind us. Aiden was asleep by the at the same time we arrived at the house. “We’re here” Scott said. Scott unloaded the car and showed us to our rooms.

“Aiden this is where you will stop” Scott set his suitcase down at Aiden’s feet and opened the door. “And this is where you will sleep” he led me to the margin. “Thank-you” I said as I took my stuff in the room. “No problem” he replied with a beam. I kept my day clothes on at night. Hopefully I would put my plan to work tonight. I seconded guessed myself but I made up my intention. My plan to escape.

It was a storm going on outside, this was my only chance to leave. I didn’t want to be here, I wanted to be on my own, I thoughtfulness. I gathered all my stuff and slung my bag over my shoulder. Aiden would be fine I thought as I cracked open the widow objective enough to slide my body through. “Bye Aiden” I whispered. I jumped and landed on the wet grass and ran toward the paramount street. As I stepped onto the street blinding lights came rushing toward me. Before I knew it the car had collided into me causing my company to plummet into the cold, wet asphalt. I could move as I saw a faint, shadowy figure in the distance.

“Are you okay?” I flock a voice say. I looked around to see where it was coming from, when I felt a pair of arms grasping me. When I looked up I say a face of white skin and jet black hair. His eyes were a forest green color. “Yeah, I’m pleasant and you can put me down” “Sorry about that” he said as he stood me up. We walked back over to the grass. “So what’s your name” he asked. “Em
plz dont say i spelld havnt off beam im using slang. and i was half asleep when i wrote sum of this so i know i spelld window wrong. i well-founded need a name right about now spellin does not count. =P

amity in the night

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