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I so love this banner, I just wanna hug the person who made it!!!!!so lovely!!!!
hugs rule! I hug my friends all the time(even if they dont want to!)

Well what to say,
Im carlijn, 21 years old, student, dutch, christian. want to know more, just ask!
favo books: Love reading, I read more then I sleep no not kidding! Bible: well being a christian this is a smartass answer, but its true, i do read the bible everyday, and its very cool aswell! you may not agree but nevermind....
nicci french the best ever!
hate/love harry potter...like the topic, harry just iritates me, i want to marrie ron, and herminie (?)is my best friend.(why oh why does the last book (6th) end the way it did???can anybody explane?)
favo thing to do: having fun with friends, I live from weekend to weekend, mondays till fridays are like a blur...
going out, talking, laughing, joking...
favo drink: wodka+, white wine
favo film: pirates of the carrebien.
favo things: kneesocks, klompen, my ring, phone, books, fahrad!
favo words: ROELEERD, Masterluther, flap op je hoofte!, vrotten, koedie, hompig, gutgunst!, vnadaar, justignor.
..andsoonandsoon.....



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my perfect guy
1.Older or younger? older
2.Tall or short? medium
3.Thin or fat? not too thin.
4.Long hair or short hair? longer hair
5.Preferred hair colour? dark
6.Preferred eye colour? all
7.Lips... what should they be like? kissable
8.Good boy look or bad boy look? both
9.A serious look or a funny look? funny
10.Tattoo? depends what and where
11.Accent or no accent?don't matter.accent is pretty hot though
12.With or without muscle? with! arms! woohoo
13.Uses hair dye? a no-no!
14.Wears sunglasses? sure sometimes if needed
15.With or without piercing? again depends where....
16.Wears caps? sure sometimes if it looks good
17.Mind or body? both
18.Wears t-shirts or polo shirts? t-shirts
19.Wears loose shorts or body fit shorts? loose shorts!
20.Quiet or talkative? quiet
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cHiLd AbUsE : please read this if you have a heart
this is sad.... really... This sickens me to my soul and if you just read this and dont pass it on i pray for your forgiveness cause you would have to be one heartless piece of trash to not be affected by this poem. And because you are affected, do something about it. So all im asking is for you to take some time to send this on and acknowledge that this stuff does happen and that people like her dad who should be dead but arnt do live amongst our society and pray for child abuse to wither out and die, but also pray for the safety of our youth.

*~*~*Sarah*~*~*

My name is Sarah
I am but 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 speak at all
I can't do a wrong
Or else I'm locked up
All the day long.
When I awake I'm all alone
The house is dark
My folks aren't home
When my mommy does come
I'll try and be nice,
So maybe I'll get just
One whipping tonight.
Don't make a sound!
I just heard a car
My daddy is back
From Charlie's Bar.
I hear him curse
My name he calls
I press myself
Against the wall
I try and hide
From his evil eyes
I'm so afraid now
I'm starting to cry
He finds me weeping
He shouts ugly words,
He says its my fault
That he suffers at work.
He slaps me and hits me
And yells at me more,
I finally get free
And I run for 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 its now much too late
His face has been twisted
Into unimaginable hate
The hurt and the pain
Again and again
Oh please God, have mercy!
Oh 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 Sarah
And I am but three,
Tonight my daddy
Murdered me.

There are thousands of kids out there just like Sarah. And you can help.

Please pass this poem on because as crazy as it might sound, it might just indirectly change a life. Hey, you NEVER know. Please forward if you are *AGAINST CHILD ABUSE
just copy n paste it

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dutch united!!!!!!!!
klompen voor president!!!!!!!
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Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried:
Quietly, patiently, lovingly, God replied.
I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate,
And the Master so gently said, "Child, you must wait".

"Wait? You say wait!" my indignant reply.
"Lord, I need answers, I need to know why!
Is your hand shortened? Or have you not heard?
By Faith, I have asked, and am claiming Your Word."

"My future and all to which I can relate,
hangs in the balance, and YOU tell me to WAIT?"
"I'm needing a 'yes', a go ahead sign,
or even a 'no' to which I can resign."

"And Lord, You promised that if we believe,
we need but to ask, and we shall receive.
And Lord, I've been asking, and this is my cry:
I'm weary of asking! I need a reply!"

Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate as
my Master replied once again, "You must wait."
So, I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut
and grumbled to God, "So I'm waiting...for what?"

He seemed, then to kneel, and His eyes wept with mine,
and He tenderly said, "I could give you a sign.
I could shake the heavens, and darken the sun.
I could raise the dead, and cause mountains to run."

"All you seek, I could give, and pleased you would be.
You would have what you want--But you wouldn't know Me."
"You'd not know the depth of My love for each saint;
You'd not know the power that I give to the faint;

You'd not learn to see through the clouds of despair;
You'd not learn to trust just by knowing I'm there;
You'd not know the joy of resting in Me,
When darkness and silence were all you could see."

"You'd never experience that fullness of love;
as the peace of My Spirit descends like a dove;
You'd know that I give and I save...(for a start),
But you'd not know the depth of the beat of My heart."

"The glow of My comfort late into the night,
The faith that I give when you walk without sight,
The depth that's beyond getting just what you
asked of an infinite God, who makes what you have LAST."

"You'd never know, should your pain quickly flee,
What it means that "My grace is sufficient for Thee."
Yes, your dreams for your loved one overnight
would come true. But, Oh, the loss! If I lost what I'm doing in you!"

"So, be silent, My child, and in time you will see
That the greatest of gifts is to get to know Me.
And though oft' may My answers seem terribly late,
My most precious answer of all is still, "WAIT."

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I don't like small birds. They hop around so merrily outside my window, looking so innocent. but I know that secretly, they're watching my every move and plotting to beat me over the head with a large steel pipe and take my shoe.


forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
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Mad World~, by Gary Jules.

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow


And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very mad world mad world


Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me


And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very mad world ... mad world
Enlarging your world
Mad world