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Name: Jaybee
Country: United States
State: California
Birthday: 6/16/1990
Gender: Male
Interests: interests....hmm..... my guitar, drawing and writing either poetry and stories. i luv playing different kinds of games video games or any kind of sport also luv watching anime....i also like reading books listening to music and just going out wit fwends and just having fun all that crap
Expertise: stuff.....
Occupation: Student
Industry: Education/Research
Message: message meEmail: email me
AIM:  supi616
Yahoo:  supi616
Member Since:
6/16/2004
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| Did You Know...
If you yelled for 8 years, 7 months and 6 days you
would have produced enough sound energy to heat
one cup of coffee.
(Hardly seems worth it.)
If you farted consistently for 6 years and 9 months,
enough gas is produced to create the energy of an
atomic bomb.
(Now that's more like it!)
The human heart creates enough pressure when it
pumps out to the body to squirt blood 30 feet.
(O.M.G.!)
A pig's orgasm lasts 30 minutes.
(In my next life, I want to be a pig.)
A cockroach will live nine days without its head
before it starves to death. (Creepy.)
(I'm still not over the pig.)
Banging your head against a wall uses 150
calories an hour.
(Do not try this at home. Maybe at work.)
The male praying mantis cannot copulate while its
head is attached to its body. The female initiates
sex by ripping the male's head off.
("Honey, I'm home. What the....?!")
The flea can jump 350 times its body length. It's
like a human jumping the length of a football field.
(30 minutes... lucky pig. can you imagine??)
The catfish has over 27,000 taste buds.
(What could be so tasty on the bottom of a pond?)
Some lions mate over 50 times a day.
(I still want to be a pig in my next life...quality over
quantity)
Butterflies taste with their feet.
(Something I always wanted to know.)
The strongest muscle in the body is the tongue.
(Hmmmmmm........)
Right-handed people live, on average, nine years
longer than left-handed people.
(If you're ambidextrous, do you split the
difference?)
Elephants are the only animals that cannot jump.
(OK, so that would be a good thing....................)
A cat's urine glows under a black light.
(I wonder who was paid to figure that out?)
An ostrich's eye is bigger than its brain.
(I know some people like that.)
Starfish have no brains.
(I know some people like that too.)
Polar bears are left-handed.
(If they switch, they'll live a lot longer.)
Humans and dolphins are the only species that
have sex for pleasure.
(What about that pig??) | | |
| I cdnuolt blveiee taht I cluod aulaclty uesdnatnrd
waht I was
rdanieg. The phaonmneal pweor of the hmuan
mnid. Aoccdrnig to
a rscheearch at Cmabrigde Uinervtisy, it deosn't
mttaer in waht
oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoatnt
tihng is
taht the frist and lsat ltteer be in the rghit pclae.
The rset
can be a taotl mses and you can sitll raed it
wouthit a porbelm.
Tihs is bcuseae the huamn mnid deos not raed
ervey lteter by
istlef, but the wrod as a wlohe.
Amzanig huh? yaeh and I awlyas thought slpeling
was ipmorantt *wo0t* =P
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| The Best Kind of Love....
Message: I have a friend who is falling in love. She
honestly
claims the sky is
bluer. Mozart moves her to tears. She has lost
15 pounds and looks like a cover girl. "I am young
again!" she shouts
exuberantly.
As my friend raves on about her new love, I've
taken a good look at my
old
one. My husband of almost 20 years,
Scott, has gained 15 pounds. Once a marathon
runner, he now runs only
down
hospital halls. His hairline is receding and his body
shows signs of
long
working hours and too many candy bars. Yet he
can still give me a
certain
look across a restaurant table and I want to ask for
the check and head
home.
When my friend asked me "What will make this
love last?" I ran through
all
the obvious reasons: commitment,
shared interests, unselfishness,physical attraction,
and communication.
Yet there's more. We still have fun. Spontaneous
good times. Yesterday,
after slipping the rubber band off the rolled
newspaper, Scott flipped
it
playfully at me: this led to an all-out war. Last
Saturday at the
grocery,
we split the list and raced each other to see who
could make it to the
checkout first. Even washing dishes can be a
blast. We enjoy simply
being
together.
And there are surprises.
One time I came home to find a note on the front
door that led me to
another note, then another, until I reached the walk-
in closet. I
opened
the door to find Scott holding a "pot of gold" (my
cooking kettle) and
the
"treasure" of a
gift package. Sometimes I leave him notes on the
mirror and little
presents
under his pillow.
There is understanding.
I understand why he must play basketball with the
guys. And he
understands
why, once a year, I must get away
from the house, the kids - and even him - to meet
my sisters for a few
days
of nonstop talking and laughing.
There is sharing.
Not only do we share household worries and
parental burdens - we also
share
ideas. Scott came home from a convention last
month and presented me
with a
thick historical novel. Though he prefers thrillers
and science
fiction,he
had read
the novel on the plane. He touched my heart when
he explained it was
because he wanted to be able to exchange ideas
about the book after I'd
read it.
There is forgiveness.
When I'm embarrassingly loud and crazy at
parties, Scott forgives me.
When
he confessed losing some of our savings in the
stock market, I gave him
a
hug and said, "It's okay. It's only money."
There is sensitivity.
Last week he walked through the door with that
look that tells me it's
been
a tough day. After he spent some time
with the kids, I asked him what happened. He told
me about a 60-year
old
woman that had a stroke. He wept as he recalled
the woman's husband
standing beside her bed, caressing her hand. How
was he going to tell
this
husband of 40 years that his wife would probably
never recover? I shed
a
few tears myself.
Because of the medical crisis. Because there were
still people who have
been married 40 years. Because my husband
is still moved and concerned after years of hospital
rooms and dying
patients.
There is faith.
Last Tuesday a friend came over and confessed
her fear that her husband
is
losing his courageous battle with
cancer. On Wednesday I went to lunch with a
friend who is struggling to
reshape her life after divorce. On Thursday a
neighbor called to talk
about
the frightening effects of Alzheimer's disease on
her father-in-law's
personality. On Friday a
childhood friend called long-distance to tell me her
father had died. I
hung up the phone and thought,
This is too much heartache for one week.
Through my tears, as I went out to run some
errands, I noticed the
boisterous orange blossoms of the gladiolus
outside my window. I heard the delighted laughter
of my son and his
friend
as they played. I caught sight of a wedding
party emerging from a neighbor's house. The bride,
dressed in satin and
lace, tossed her bouquet to her cheering friends.
That night, I told my
husband about these events. We helped each
other acknowledge the cycles
of
life and that the joys
counter the sorrows. It was enough to keep us
going.
Finally, there is knowing.
I know Scott will throw his laundry just shy of the
hamper every night;
he'll be late to most appointments and eat
the last chocolate in the box. He knows that I
sleep with a pillow over
my
head.
I guess our love lasts because it is comfortable.
No, the sky is not
bluer:
it's just a familiar hue. We don't feel
particularly young: we've experienced too much
that has contributed to
our
growth and wisdom, taking its toll on our bodies,
and created our
memories.
I hope we've got what it takes to make our love
last. As a bride, I had
Scott's wedding and engraved with Robert
Browning's line "Grow old
along
with me!"
We're following those instructions. "If anything is
real, the heart
will
make it plain." There are some people who
meet that somebody that they can never stop
loving, no matter how hard
they
try. I wouldn't expect you to understand that, or
even believe it, but
trust me, there are some love that don't go away.
And maybe that makes
them
crazy, but we
should all be blessed to end up with that
somebody who has a little of
that
insanity.
Somebody who never lets go. Somebody who
cherishes you forever.
Hope you find this kind of love in your life | | |
| A man found a cocoon of a butterfly
One day a small opening appeared
He sat and watched the butterfly for several hours
It struggled to force its body through that little
hole
Then it seemed to stop making any progress
It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could
And it could go no farther.
So the man decided to help the butterfly
He took a pair of scissors and snipped off
The remaining bit of the cocoon.
The butterfly then emerged easily, BUT,
It had a swollen body and small, shriveled wings
He continued to watch the butterfly
He expected that, at any moment, the wings would
enlarge
And the body would contract
Neither happened!
In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life
crawling
Around with a swollen body and shriveled wings.
It was never able to fly.
The man acted with well-intentioned kindness
But he didn't understand the consequences.
The restricting cocoon and the struggle required to
get
Through the tiny opening, were nature's way of
forcing fluid
From the body of the butterfly once it achieved it's
freedom
From the cocoon.
Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in
our life.
If nature allowed us to go through life without any
Obstacles, it would cripple us.
We would not be as strong as we could have been
And we could never fly
Have a great day, great life, and struggle a little.
Then fly!
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| When we meet the right person to love
when we'reat the right place at thevright time,
that's chance.
When you meet someone you're attracted to,
that's not a choice.
That's chance.
Being caught up in a moment (and
there's a lot of couples who get together because
of this) is not a choice.
That's also a chance.
The difference is what happens afterwards. When
will you take that infatuation, that crush, that
mind-blowing attraction to the next level?
That's when all sanity goes back, you sit down
and contemplate whether youvwant to make this
into a concrete relationship orvjust a fling.
If you decide to love a person, even with his
faults, that's not a chance.
That's choice.
When you choose to be with a
person, no matter what, that's choice.
Even if you know there are many people out there
who are more attractive,
smarter, and richer than your mate, and yet, you
decide to love your mate
just the same, that's choice.
Infatuation, crushes, attraction comes to us by
chance.
But true love that lasts is truly a choice.
A choice that we make. Regarding soul mates,
there's a beautiful movie quote that I believe is
so true about this:
"Fate brings you together, but it's still up to
you to make it happen."
I do believe that soul mates do exist. That
there is truly someone made for you. But it's
still up to you to make the choice if you're
going to do something about it or not. We may
meet our soul mates by chance, but loving and
staying with our soul mates is still a matter of
choice we have to make.
We came to the world not by finding someone
perfect to love.
BUT to learn how to love an imperfect person
perfectly..."
Beautiful ain't it? Doesn't it gives us something
to ponder about? Whether
we end up with our present loves through love,
chance or choice? If it was
the right chance, was it the right choice to
make?
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