My 0.02$ on life, love and friendship

10) Do you have this in pink?
9) Does this make me look fat?
8) Do my nipples show?
7) Whats with the noise? Im tryin to get my beauty sleep?
6) Oh no I shot somebody
5) Do you people know blood stains?
4) You got me this in a size 4? Do I look fat to you?
3) Does this make my butt look big
2) I have to pee and I dont wipe with leaves
1) Do you have this in size zero?

1. The Female always makes The Rules.
2. The Rules are subject to change without notice.
3. No Male can possibly know all The Rules.
4. If the Female suspects the Male knows all The Rules, she must immediately change some of The Rules.
5. The Female is never wrong.
6. If it appears the Female is wrong, it is because of a flagrant misunderstanding caused by something the Male did or said wrong.
7. If Rule #6 applies, the Male must apologize immediately for causing the misunderstanding.
8. The Female can change her mind at any time.
9. The Male must never change his mind without the express written consent of The Female.
10. The Female has every right to be angry or upset at any time.
11. The Male must remain calm at all times, unless the Female wants him to be angry or upset.
12. The Female must, under no circumstances, let the Male know whether she wants him to be angry or upset.
13. The Male is expected to read the mind of the Female at all times.
14. At all times, what is important is what the Female meant, not what she said.
15. If the Male doesn't abide by The Rules, it is because he can't take the heat, lacks backbone, and is a wimp.
16. If the Female has PMS, all The Rules are null and void and the Male must cater to her every whim.
17. If the Male, at any time, believes he is right, he must refer to Rule #5.

I'm skinny, so I must be bulemic or anorexic.
I'm emo, so I must cut my wrists.
I'm black, so I must be on welfare.
I'm Hispanic, so I must be dirty.
I'm Asian, so I must love math.
I'm Jewish, so I must be greedy.
I'm gay, so I must have AIDS.
I'm a lesbian, so I must live in San Francisco.
I'm Arab, so I must be a terrorist.
I'm a single mom, so I must be a slut.
I'm old, so I probably cant drive.
I'm overweight, so I most likely have a problem with self control.
I'm religious, so I must shove my beliefs down your throat.
I'm republican, so I must not care about poor people.
I'm democrat, so I must not believe in being responsible.
I'm from the south, so I must be white trash.
I take anti-deppressants, so I must be crazy.
I'm a man, so I only want to get into your pants.
I'm a woman, so I must think irrationally.
I'm a Christian, so I must be a boring prude.
I'm Irish, so I must have a bad drinking problem.
I'm Indian, so I must own a 7-11.
I'm Native American, so I must dance around a fire screaming like a savage, or be apart of a gaming casino.
I dont live with my child, so I must be a dead beat dad.
I have never had sex, so i must be a prude.
I'm a prep, so I must eat and breathe Abercrombie and Fitch.
I'm a teenager, so I must drink and do drugs.
I'm a cheerleader, so I must be a whore.
I'm a punk, so I must do drugs.
I'm young, so I must be naive.
I'm rich, so I must be a snob, conceited.
I skateboard, So i must smoke cigarettes.
I wear black, so I must be gothic.
I smell, so I must be a hobo.
Im a black male, so i must be a thief.
I roll wit alot of dudes, so i must be easy/tom boy
I'm blonde, so I must not be smart.
I get good grades, so i must like school.
I'm homeless, so i must be a bum
I'm white, so i must be racist.
I'm a high school dropout, so i must not be able to carry a intelligent converastion.

Bottom line is that sterotypes are wrong, and the only way we can get rid of them is to make people aware of them!

For many people, it seems sex is the main motivation for doing anything. If they're in a band, it's not about making uplifting music, it's about getting as much sex as possible. If they attempt to become rich, it's not because they want more control over their own lives and want to give millions of dollars to their favorite charities, it's because they want the best sex money can buy.

A seemingly thoughtless life on automatic crotch cruise control seems like such a waste when there are so many things we can do to help make this world a better place for everyone. There's nothing wrong with sex, but humans need to break out of the primitive mind-set that the main goal for doing anything is to obtain sex if each one of us wants to personally evolve to another level where we do things because it's the right thing to do for ourselves and the greater good.

- Duane Alan Hahn

After so long together, so many words passed between you and him, and all the love you thought there could ever be was shared, you wake up out of this dream only to realize that the hand you reached for every morning is no longer there, as it never will be again. You wonder why God chose you to go through this nightmare, this pain of wanting something you can't have back, and why everything; the love of your life ever said to you was all lies. He's found somebody else, and as your heart is breaking, his is being over taken by her. But remember this, everyone has that one person out there who will love you and cherish you until your dying day, and even though it may not seem true now, that day will come, and you will realize that the man you were once in love with was just a taste of everything to come in this new love, and the feeling of finally knowing you've found that one person will over turn the feeling of pain and suffering, learn to let go, and learn to trust again, for if you live your life in wonder, thats wasted time of what could be passion, and happiness, and if that happiness is wasted, it's a moment never to be givin back. Love life and live it to the fullest.

-Shalindali Routh

To my dearest family, some things I'd like to say.
But first of all, to let you know, that I arrived okay.
I'm writing this from heaven. Here I dwell with God
above. Here, there's no more tears of sadness; Here is just eternal love.
Please do not be unhappy just because I'm out of sight.
Remember that I am with you every morning, noon and night.
That day I had to leave you when my life on earth was
through. God picked me up and hugged me and He said, "I welcome you.
It's good to have you back again, you were missed while
you were gone. As for your dearest family, They'll be here later on.
There's so much that we have to do, to help our mortal man."
God gave me a list of things, that he wished for me to
do. And foremost on the list, was to watch and care for you.
And when you lie in bed at night the day's chores put to
flight. God and I are closest to you....in the middle of the night.
When you think of my life on earth, and all those loving
years. Because you are only human, they are bound to bring you tears.
But do not be afraid to cry: it does relieve the pain. Remember
there would be no flowers, unless there was some rain.
I wish that I could tell you all that God has planned.
If I were to tell you, you wouldn't understand.
But one thing is for certain, though my life on earth is
o'er. I'm closer to you now, than I ever was before.
There are many rocky roads ahead of you and many hills to
climb; But together we can do it by taking one day at a time.
It was always my philosophy and I'd like it for you too;
That as you give unto the world, the world will give to you.
If you can help somebody who's in sorrow and pain;
Then you can say to God at night......"My day was not in vain."
And now I am contented....that my life was worthwhile.
Knowing as I passed along the way I made somebody smile.
So if you meet somebody who is sad and feeling low;
Just lend a hand to pick him up, as on your way you go.
When you're walking down the street and you've got Me on
your mind; I'm walking in your footsteps only half a step behind.
And when it's time for you to go....from that body to be
free. Remember you're not going.....you're coming here to Me.

-Richard Mahaffey

Delivered on the steps at the Lincoln Memorial in Washington D.C. on August 28, 1963. Source: Martin Luther King, Jr: The Peaceful Warrior, Pocket Books, NY 1968

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of captivity. But one hundred years later, we must face the tragic fact that the Negro is still not free.

One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land.

So we have come here today to dramatize an appalling condition. In a sense we have come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir.

This note was a promise that all men would be guaranteed the inalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check which has come back marked "insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation.

So we have come to cash this check -- a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to open the doors of opportunity to all of God's children. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quicksands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment and to underestimate the determination of the Negro. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights.

The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges. But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.

We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. we must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.

The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny and their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom.

We cannot walk alone. And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" we can never be satisfied as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.

Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair. I say to you today, my friends, that in spite of the difficulties and frustrations of the moment, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal." I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slaveowners will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood. I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a desert state, sweltering with the heat of injustice and oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice. I have a dream that my four children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day the state of Alabama, whose governor's lips are presently dripping with the words of interposition and nullification, will be transformed into a situation where little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls and walk together as sisters and brothers. I have a dream today. I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together. This is our hope. This is the faith with which I return to the South. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring." And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania! Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado! Let freedom ring from the curvaceous peaks of California! But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia! Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee! Let freedom ring from every hill and every molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

When we let freedom ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"

by Martin Luther King, Jr

A little bit of me and a whole lot of you
Add a dash of starlight and a dozen roses, too
Then let it rise for a hundred years or two
And that's the recipe for making love

It doesn't need sugar 'cause it's already sweet
It doesn't need an oven 'cause it's got a lot of heat
Just add a dash of kisses to make it all complete
And that's the recipe for making love

And if you've made it right you'll know it
It's not like anything you've made before
And if you've made it wrong you'll know it
'Cause it won't keep you coming back for more

I didn't get it from my grandma's book upon the shelf
I didn't get it from a magical and culinary elf
No, a little birdie told me you can't make it by yourself
And that's the recipe for making love

Harry Connick Jr., Recipe For Love

I open my eyes
I try to see but I'm blinded
By the white light
I can't remember how
I can't remember why
I'm lying here tonight
And I can't stand the pain
And I can't make it go away
No I can't stand the pain

How could this happen to me?
I made my mistakes
Got no where to run
The night goes on
As I'm fading away
I'm sick of this life
I just wanna scream
How could this happen to me?

Everybody's screaming
I try to make a sound
But no one hears me
I'm slipping off the edge
I'm hanging by a thread
I wanna start this over again
So I try to hold onto
A time when nothing mattered
And I can't explain what happened
And I can't erase the things that I've done
No I can't

How could this happen to me?
I made my mistakes
Got no where to run
The night goes on
As I'm fading away
I'm sick of this life
I just wanna scream
How could this happen to me?

I've made my mistakes
Got no where to run
The night goes on
As I'm fading away
I'm sick of this life
I just wanna scream
How could this happen to me?

All unhappiness depends upon some kind of disintergration or lack of integration; there is disintegration within the self through lack of coordination between the conscious and the unconsious mind; there is lack of integration between the self and society, where the two are not knit together by the force of objective interests and affections. The happy man is the man who does not suffer from either of these failures of unity, whose personality is neither divided agaist itself nor pitted against the world. Such a man feels himself a citizen of the universe, enjoying freely the spectacle that it offers and the joys that it affords, untroubled by the thought of death because he feels himself not really separate from those who will come after him. It is in such profound distinctive union with the stream of life that the greatest joy is to be found.

Bertnard Russell

I mean truthfully, who can actually tell you how to be happy. Happiness is such an unbodied form of expression. It has no real form or measurement. The smallest things can make you happy, so why do we always expect such huge forms of happiness from others when we should know that happiness comes from within!

Gregory James Upson

When someone says they love you alot this is what they mean by alot...
Alot is more then the amount of stars in the sky...
More then the amount of drops of water in the ocean...
More then the amount of lip gloss i put on in one day...
More then the amount of money on earth...
More then the number of humans on earth...
More then infinity...
You get the picture..
Alot is alot... it's its own quantity... So if someone loves you alot... never let them go...

Elissa Keathley