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  • Artist Info: Hello i am aya also known as ayame you can call me angel or angela or angie i dont mind any of them ^^ this will mainly explain how good and bad my life can be first of all my best friend since 4th grade suffered a brain tumor the size of plum it took 7 hours of surgery for the brain tumor to be token out after about 2 weeks later she got a m.r.i the doctors said she still has that brain tumor on her brain stem and if the attempt to get it off she will die ..... about 5 months after the surgery she went back to the doctor got another m.r.i they said its growing back... now she is moving away so now i will worry about her how she is doing i only have about 2 more weeks to see her then she will be gone out of Kansas i pray for her every night just so god can keep her alive a little bit longer .... but thats enough about her i say any more and i cry <br />
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    about me <br />
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    i can be friendly, funny, sometimes highly insane, mostly hyper and violent i love all my friends like there a family ... a family that stays at your side and cares for you .... i dont have many friends in rl mostly enemy's like who me and katrina laugh at every day and fear ... her name is Valarie we tend to call her lardzilla or king blubber or larry we just came up with a new one ... blobby XDD sorry if u take that as is offensive to some people i am sorry ._.; but it is only to some girl that goes to my school she scares me D; some times i wish i could see if she would fit in a house but thats imposable i wonder if she sleeps in a garage or maby out side .. yes i know katrina should be laughing at this right now but its true XD; also she tries to kill me and katrina ...... i know who katrina likes!~~~~~ <br />
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    things i like!!!!<br />
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    animals; dogs, cats, wolfs, coyotes, foxes, and birds ... o yea TADPOLE!<br />
    fantasy; imps, dragons, were wolfs kinda, unicorns, chimaera's, and corehounds <br />
    color; midnight blue, black, green , white, blue, baby blue, sapphire. orange, and red <br />
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    things i hate D;<br />
    animals; bears, boars, and condors <br />
    fantasy; vampires, and fairy's <br />
    color; stupid pink &gt;.&lt;, yellow, brown, olive, and dandelion<br />
    i also hate meany's D;<br />
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    my fav message i got from my mom please read this!!!! even if its long <br />
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    Grandma, some ninety plus years, sat feebly on the patio bench. She didn't move, just sat with her head down staring at her hands.<br />
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    When I sat down beside her she didn't acknowledge my presence and the longer I sat I wondered if she was OK.<br />
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    Finally, not really wanting to disturb her but wanting to check on her at the same time, I asked her if she was OK. She raised her head and looked at me and smiled. "Yes, I'm fine, thank you for asking," she said in a clear voice strong.<br />
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    "I didn't mean to disturb you, grandma, but you were just sitting here staring at your hands and I wanted to make sure you were OK," I explained to her.<br />
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    "Have you ever looked at your hands," she asked. "I mean really looked at your hands?"<br />
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    I slowly opened my hands and stared down at them. I turned them over, palms up and then palms down. No, I guess I had never really looked at my hands as I tried to figure out the point she was making.<br />
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    Grandma smiled and related this story:<br />
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    "Stop and think for a moment about the hands you have, how they have served you well throughout your years. These hands, though wrinkled shriveled and weak have been the tools I have used all my life to reach out and grab and embrace life.<br />
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    "They braced and caught my fall when as a toddler I crashed upon the floor.<br />
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    They put food in my mouth and clothes on my back. As a child, my mother taught me to fold them in prayer. They tied my shoes and pulled on my boots. They held my husband and wiped my tears when he went off to war.<br />
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    "They have been dirty, scraped and raw, swollen and bent. They were uneasy and clumsy when I tried to hold my newborn son. Decorated with my wedding band they showed the world that I was married and loved someone special.<br />
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    They wrote my letters to him and trembled and shook when I buried my parents and spouse.<br />
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    "They have held my children and grandchildren, consoled neighbors, and shook in fists of anger when I didn't understand.<br />
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    They have covered my face, combed my hair, and washed and cleansed the rest of my body. They have been sticky and wet, bent and broken, dried and raw. And to this day when not much of anything else of me works real well these hands hold me up, lay me down, and again continue to fold in prayer.<br />
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    "These hands are the mark of where I've been and the ruggedness of life .<br />
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    But more importantly it will be these hands that God will reach out and take when he leads me home. And with my hands He will lift me to His side and there I will use these hands to touch the face of Christ."<br />
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    I will never look at my hands the same again. But I remember God reached out and took my grandma's hands and led her home.<br />
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    When my hands are hurt or sore or when I stroke the face of my children and husband I think of grandma. I know she has been stroked and caressed and held by the hands of God.<br />
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    I, too, want to touch the face of God and feel His hands upon my face.<br />
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    When you receive this, say a prayer for the person who sent it to you, and watch God's answer to prayer work in your life. Let's continue praying for one another.<br />
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    Passing this on to anyone you consider a friend will bless you both.<br />
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    Passing this on to one not yet considered a friend is something Christ would do.<br />
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    omg XDDD <br />
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    This is a true story, proving how fascinating the mind of a six year old is.<br />
    They think so logically.<br />
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    A teacher was reading the story of the Three Little Pigs to her class. She Came to the part of the story where first pig was trying to gather the building Materials for his home. She read . 'and so the pig went up to the man with the Wheelbarrow full of straw and said: 'Pardon me sir, but may I have some of that Straw to build my house?'<br />
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    The teacher paused then asked the class: 'And what do you think the man said?'<br />
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    One little boy raised his hand and said very matter-of-factly ...'I think the Man would have said - 'Well, I'll be damned!! A talking pig!'<br />
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    The teacher had to leave the room<br />
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    A completely inebriated man was stumbling down the street with one foot on the curb and one foot in the gutter. A cop pulled up and said, "I've got to take you in, pal. You're obviously drunk."<br />
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    Our wasted friend asked, "Officer, are ya absolutely sure I'm drunk?"<br />
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    "Yeah, buddy, I'm sure," said the copper. "Let's go."<br />
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    Breathing a sigh of relief, the wino said, "Thank goodness, I thought I was crippled." <br />
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    A picture began circulating in November. It should be 'The Picture of the Year,' or perhaps, 'Picture of the Decade.' It won't be. In fact,unless you obtained a copy of the US paper which published it, you probably<br />
    Would never have seen it.<br />
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    The picture is that of a 21-week-old unborn baby named Samuel Alexander Armas, who is being operated on by surgeon named Joseph Bruner.<br />
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    The baby was diagnosed with spina bifida and would not survive if removed from his mother's womb. Little Samuel's mother, Julie Armas, is an obstetrics nurse in Atlanta . She knew of Dr Bruner's remarkable<br />
    Surgical procedure. Practicing at Vanderbilt Univ Med Ctr in Nashville , he performs these special operations while the baby is sti ll in the womb.<br />
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    During the procedure, the doctor removes the uterus via C-section and makes a small incision to operate on the baby. As Dr Bruner completed the surgery on Samuel, the little guy reached his tiny, but fully developed<br />
    Hand through the incision and firmly grasped the surgeon's finger. Dr Bruner was reported as saying that when his finger was grasped, it was the most emotional moment of his life, and that for an instant during the procedure he was just frozen, totally immobile.<br />
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    The photograph captures this amazing event with perfect clarity The editors titled the picture, 'Hand of Hope.' The text explaining the picture begins, 'The tiny hand of 21-week-old fetus Samuel Alexander Armas emerges from the mother's uterus to grasp the finger of Dr Joseph Bruner as if thanking the doctor for the gift of life.'<br />
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    Little Samuel's mother said they 'wept for days' when they saw the picture. She said, 'The photo reminds us pregnancy isn't abou t disabi lity or an illness, it's about a little person.'Samuel was born in perfect health, the operation 100 percent successful.<br />
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    Now see the actual picture, and it is awesome....incredib le....and hey, pass it on. The world needs to see this one!<br />
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    http://bl112w.blu112.mail.live.com/mail/SafeRedirect.aspx?hm__tg=http://65.55.183.39/att/GetAttachment.aspx&hm__qs=file=69b987ed-37f4-4cbb-99d9-3936e566e0cf.jpg&ct=aW1hZ2UvanBlZw_3d_3d&name=QVRUMDAwMDkuanBn&inline=1&rfc=0∅=False&imgsrc=cid:1.3249812053@web83207.mail.mud.yahoo.com&oneredir=1&ip=10.6.1.39&d=d182&mf=0&a=01_b9eaa6841cb81615e6a41eb4145e891283dfa94595204d063d5f1bd84f4906e9<br />
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    it kinda scared me to look at it O_o but its cute &gt;w&lt;<br />
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    Cup of Tea .<br />
    One day my mother was out and my dad was in charge of me.<br />
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    I was maybe 2 1/2 years old and had just recovered from an accident.<br />
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    Someone had given me a little 'tea set' as a get-well gift and it was<br />
    one of my favorite toys.<br />
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    Daddy was in the living room engrossed in the evening news when I<br />
    brought Daddy a little cup of 'tea', which was just water. After several<br />
    cups of tea and lots of praise for such yummy tea, my Mom came home.<br />
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    My Dad made her wait in the living room to watch me bring him a cup of<br />
    tea, because it was 'just the cutest thing!' My Mom waited, and sure<br />
    enough, here I come down the hall with a cup of tea for Daddy and she<br />
    watches him drink it up.<br />
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    Then she says, (as only a mother would know.. smile <br />
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    'Did it ever occur to you that the only place she can reach to get water<br />
    is the toilet? <br />
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    omfg XDDD <br />
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    http://i416.photobucket.com/albums/pp242/wooglek10/Hedone_High_Harem_by_sobafanaticofD.jpg<br />
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    smexy .D and Wein Ren ♥ ^ ♥<br />
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    http://i416.photobucket.com/albums/pp242/wooglek10/Nurse__D_Colour_by_Sno_Oki.jpg<br />
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    http://i416.photobucket.com/albums/pp242/wooglek10/A_E_D__Contest_entery_by_Kamaniki.jpg<br />
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    http://i416.photobucket.com/albums/pp242/wooglek10/Hedone_HighJinks___Zombie_Plan_by_D.jpg<br />
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