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1. all night long, all night strong.2. we are damn good with our hands.3. if we can commit to chipboard, relationships should be easy.4. you should see the things we erect.5. used to doing things over and over again.6. finishing early never happens.7. we know the true meaning of interpretation8. creative positioning.9. work well in groups10. entry and passage are always exciting.

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(not original - from a facebook group, but i totally relate) If you are architecture students you've probably experienced:-the taste of wood glue-changes in your vocabulary: homework to project, ball to sphere, etc-you don't understand how somebody can spend less than $20 at the supplies store-you hate people telling you "go to sleep" or "do you still have a lot of work?"-your friends and you

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What do you do when you've been dating someone for six months, and he suddenly decides he wants to take your sis out. Your married sis. I am so mad right now.... do some people think straight?!?!?!

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Addicted to Facebook. Need some help!! Did this quiz today where one had to choose between having - the perfect loverorone million dollars.I still can't make up my mind....

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Answer: Their passion for total abstinence.According to Mark Twain: Total abstinence is so excellent a thing that it cannot be carried to too great an extent. In my passion for it I even carry it so far as to totally abstain from total abstinence itself.

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Reading between the lines is key when responding to ads nowadays... anything can be made to sound above-board:Tired of being out of work? Sick of dead in jobs? Well then join our hands on customer service team with plenty of perks. Close to home. Pays really well. Has benefits. Social atmosphere. Room for advancement. Elite clientele. On the job training with immediate hire, no bosses looking

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THERE! little girl; don't cry! They have broken your doll, I know; And your tea-set blue, And your play-house, too, Are things of the long ago; But childish troubles will soon pass by. -- There! little girl; don't cry!There! little girl; don't cry! They have broken your slate, I know; And the glad, wild ways Of your schoolgirl days Are things of the long

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"A Dog has no use for fancy cars, or big homes, or designer clothes. A walk along the street, will do just fine. A dog doesn’t care if you are rich or poor, clever or dull, smart or dumb… Give him your heart, and he'll give you his. How many people can you say that about? How many people can make you feel rare and pure and special… How many people can make you feel... extraordinary." -fave quote

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When somebody loves youIt's no good unless he loves you - all the wayHappy to be near youWhen you need someone to cheer you - all the wayTaller than the tallest tree isThat's how it's got to feelDeeper than the deep blue sea isThat's how deep it goes - if its realWhen somebody needs youIt's no good unless he needs you - all the wayThrough the good or lean yearsAnd for all the in between years -

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There is NEVER any reason to be unkind. -Ravi Zacharias

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Last night after I got home from a family function, I was going through all the usual pre-bedtime rituals and all of a sudden I was enveloped in a very sad mood. I was thinking about how sweet it was for Mr. C to initiate a huge party for Mrs C...and my thoughts drifted to how much he loves and cherishes her. Then I thought about my friend D, whose husband S had a hot bath ready for her when

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There is no pain equal to that which two lovers can inflict on one another. This should be made clear to all who contemplate such a union. The avoidance of this pain is the beginning of wisdom, for it is strong enough to contaminate the rest of our lives. -Cyril Connolly

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(source: poshrat - http://forums.plentyoffish.com/1900782datingPostpage3.aspx ... for my own reference so reproducing it here in full...)He's playing you because he can..that's it pure and simple Lass. For him it's a confirmation his 'technique' still works, and he likes to keep in practice using you as his 'sounding board'No doubt he boasts to his buddies he can 'have you any time he wants', and

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It's Friday the 13th, but the irony is - my mind is filled with beautiful thoughts... like these poetical thoughts I just read:If I had a single flower for every time I think about you,I could walk forever in my garden.- Claudia Ghandi---Is It You?“The man of my dreams has almost faded now.The one I have created in my mind.The sort of man each woman dreams of in the deepestand most secret reaches

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Just wondering why this would happen... was busy explaining to this guy why I couldnt see him again... he heard me out and confessed how heartbroken he was. The following week he kept asking for my opinion on things (via email), and I answered each email as briefly as I could. Finally I relented and told him we could continue seeing each other. Then he disappeared.??????????????---Overheard today

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There's this place in me where your fingerprints still rest, your kisses still linger, and your whispers softly echo. It's the place where a part of you will forever be a part of me. - Gretchen Kemp

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"To fall in love is easy, even to remain in it is not difficult; our human loneliness is cause enough. But it is a hard quest worth making to find a comrade through whose steady presence one becomes steadily the person one desires to be."- Anna Louise Strong

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I seem unable to indulge in that most relieving of emotions - self-pity... I'm going through what's supposed to be the single most trying time of my life, yet squeezing out a single tear is the most arduous of tasks.Yet it's supposed to be healthy. I need to pour out those emotions so that I dont end up indulging in self-destructive behavior...A whole year has gone by and .... nothing.Then a

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Watch - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L7N5Sa62pDk and make sure you really appreciate the beauty and depth of the words,then read the first comment by gabsta123 below it. DONT read the comment first. For maximum effect, make sure you listen closely the the words of the song.(some additional hilarity from the exchange between AndreaSPitaim and astralotustslm below that)---here's one circulating

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Bored at work and chatted a bit... Just typed a phrase and waited for response over and over... Hilarious little bot...Also got beaten in 10 seconds flat....

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A businessman met a beautiful girl and agreed to spend the night with her for $500. They did their thing, and, before he left, he told her that he did not have any cash with him, but he would have his secretary write a cheque and mail it to her, calling the payment "RENT FOR APARTMENT."On the way to the office, he regretted what he had done, realizing that the whole event had not been worth the

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I love valentine's... really gives some good pointers insofaras who's for you and who's around just to have a good time.Some pleasant surprises... some disappointments... but it's all good...as they say - all's fair in love and war.Broke up again today - seems to be becoming a rather unpleasant habit, but at least this time I had the good sense to draw the line where it needed to be drawn.

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Been seeing posters of 'Marley & me' about town and not a hint of when it's going to be showing... dying to see this movie... it's been a while since I had a good laugh and Owen Wilson really tickles my funny-bone. Every time. He makes 'goofy' look cool. Love his mad mop of blonde wavy hair, his cocky half-smile, his blase take on life's grave topics....The perpetual hint of mischief that hangs

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If you're like me, you're dreading Valentine's Day because it really intensifies feelings of what could have been, who's he with now, wondering where he's planning on taking her, whether he's thinking of me and a myriad other thoughts. Especially since I don't anticipate having a date because I've turned down everyone who's asked coz I don't feel up to it and no one seems good enough to

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Towards the end of last year i met this person who would seem to really turn my fortunes around - you know how it feels when you meet someone who gives your ex such a BURNOUT that you pray it works and one day you meet your ex when you are doing so well with your new catch and your ex is barely getting by... yeah, that fantasy...Yeah, so things were going pretty well in this new scenario.. that

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love comes softly

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(Lisa Payette/ Jacques Veneruso)Je cherche l'ombrePour danser avec toi mon amourSur ces musiques anciennes qui reviennent en mémoireQuand le soleil s'éteint et que revient le soirJe cherche l'ombrePour nous mettre à l'abri mon amourPour découvir ton corps, loin de toute lumièreEt pour t'aimer encore comme une étrangèreJe cherche l'ombrePour éteindre le feu mon amourQui dévore mon âme et brûle

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A lawyer, a doctor and a pastor were gathered at the deathbed of a rich but dying client. He motioned to them to come closer, and whispered: "You know, in all my years, you three have been the only people I've trusted. I would not like to go down to my grave empty-handed so I'm divvying up my entire life savings between the three of you.... when my coffin is being lowered, please throw in the

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The Skin Horse had lived longer in the nursery than any of the others. He was so old that his brown coat was bald in patches and showed the seams underneath, and most of the hairs in his tail had been pulled out to string bead necklaces. He was wise, for he had seen a long succession of mechanical toys arrive to boast and swagger, and by-and-by break their mainsprings and pass away, and he knew

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When I have ceased to break my wingsAgainst the faultiness of thingsAnd learned that compromises waitBehind each hardly opened gateWhen I can look life in the eyesGrown calm and very coldly wiseLife will have given me the truthAnd taken in exchange ......... my youth.~~ Sarah Teasdale

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so CM called last night... out of the blue... after 10+ years... wants to get re-acquainted...so crazy... had just been complaining to JC - like "where have all the intelligent men gone" and God sends a Genius my way.... this guy was beyond bright...i dont even have time to mourn....any more surprises Lord?

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This has been a year i want to forget in a hurry.... for many reasons.... just when you think the worst is over and things are beginning to look up, something else happens...Then this week it all began to make sense... when things were put in perspective... ever been through a purging period... when God appears to be getting rid of all the junk in your life? ...people and things that encumber...

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1. You like loud, aggressive, cruel women. I'm Miss Too Nice.2. Looks really count. I'm quite pretty actually, but quite pretty is not enough for you. I'd have to be a bombshell. 3. You are cold. I am emotional.4. You are younger. 5. You are too much for me. You are fun-loving and adventurous - I'm veeery laid back, and only relish excitement occasionally.6. Our values are at opposite ends of

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abt yesterday....wow, been thru a whole lot this year and i've held up pretty well... but yesterday.... for real that was the first time things hit below the belt, which prolly means my priorities are all screwed up, considering everything i've taken this year without flinching...Maybe it was just the straw that broke the camel's back... Or not.Wow.... any more shocks, Lord? I'm pretty much at

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Every time I see the kind of preacher that insists on wearing a collar ascend the pulpit, I catch myself bracing for one of those sermons that drag on until blessed relief comes at 1pm. Usually I'm not wrong. Including today. But as we sang the recessional hymn it kinda made going to church worth it ... a song that I've not sung since waaaay back when, during Sunday school days... twas my

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You are goneawhileThough I cant text youor call youor even call you my friendYou are always in my thoughtsSometimes it isa memory of something we sharedWondering if you rememberand hoping u dontOther times it isan incident in my lifethat I imagine myselftelling you aboutOr wondering what it would be likeIf we were friends.....and todayI miss you

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10 things i like about you:1. You are crazy and funny2. You are the most adventurous person i know3. The sound of your voice....4. Your daring and courage.5. You are shrewd.6. You are a believer and a doer.7. You listen.8. You love life.9. You are full of ideas and surprises. 10. You are (almost) as much of a workaholic as I am.10 things I admire about you1. Your strength2. Your virility3. Your

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by Maya AngelouThe sun has comethe mists have gonewe see in the distanceour long way homeI was always yours to haveyou were always minewe have loved each otherin and out of timeWhen the first stone looked up at the blazing sunand the first tree struggled up from the forest floorI have always loved you moreYou saw me bludgeoned by circumstancelost, injured, hurt by chanceI screamed to the

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Coupla ting you orta NoFirstly,When I am born, I'm blackWhen I grow up, I'm blackwhen I get sick, I'm blackWhen I go out ina sun, I'm blackWhen I'm cold, I'm blackWhen I get scared, jees I'm blackAnd when I die, I'm still blackBut white fellah...when you born, you pinkWhen you grow up, you whiteWhen you sick, you greenWhen you ina sun, you go redWhen you cold, you go blueWhen you get scared, you

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We sigh for the joys that were coming, and never came;We sit in the dark and weep, with our hearts aflame;We feel the crush and the grind of the silent millFeel the crush and the grind, while our lips are still. What, then! shall we spurn our life as a broken thing ?Shall we fling a curse in the face of Heaven’s King ?Happy is he who keepeth his trust through all;He may shrink and shiver, and

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for the first time in a very long time, i am thirsty for a stiff drinkit's the only thing that truly relaxes me. that and a good cry during a good movie.i dont consider myself an imbiber. I'll take a sip or two glasses or even an entire bottle if I'm in exceptionally good company, and then I wont think about the stuff for months but today - i wish someone would pour me a stiff drink.i saw my ex

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There are those unexpected high moments that will stay with one forever. Sometimes you just have to stand still and let the good stuff pour in.........When the dark closes in hardAnd the walls of my fortress of faithCrumble in on meWhen it seems like the endNot a measure of strength to spendI see the hand of a stranger stretched outToward meWith some unexpected friendsNever asking where I have

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Mon amie ma seule confidenteNe pleure toutes les larmes de ton corpsIl s'en va mais remonte la penteRien n'est vraiment grave exceptee la mortTu peux eblouir ta vieAvec l'ombre d'une chanceQuand tu crois que tout finiC'est l'instant ou tout commenceRecommence

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I love doing these at the start of each year..... always gives one a chance to look back, re-evaluate and restrategise... well, at least it gets the process off to a good start. So here goes for 2007/20081. What did you do in 2007 that you'd never done before?Started a degree in Economics. Something I'm not telling.2. Did you keep your New Years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?

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Pampering yourself.Listening to the whispers of your authentic self and taking your own advice.The generosity and hospitality of good neighbors.Finding a lost pet.Rediscovering old family photos.The intimate bond of friendship that protects, nurtures, inspires and comforts.The man or woman in your life who is neither a past or present love but simply a precious friend who adores you.Waking up to

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A neurotic is one who builds castles in the air,A psychotic is one who lives in them,And a psychotherapist is one that collects the rent.---Let me tell you something that we Israelis have against Moses. He took us 40 years through the desert in order to bring us to the one spot in the Middle East that has no oil! ~ Golda MeirRoses are red, Violets are blue. I'm schizophrenic, and so am I. ~Oscar

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"A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart, and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words."

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Dreams surely are difficult, confusing, and not everything in them is brought to pass for mankind. For fleeting dreams have two gates: one is fashioned of horn and one of ivory. Those which pass through the one of sawn ivory are deceptive, bringing tidings which come to nought, but those which issue from the one of polished horn bring true results.

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In response to "How much is two plus two?": a marketing VP will say "22";an accountant will say "4.00";a mathematician will say "I can demonstrate it equals 4 with the following proof ... ";an actuary will ask "What do you want it to equal?";a lawyer will say "it's 4, but with charges it's 12."

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It's 5:59 a.m.... been working since 11 p.m. last night. Just before i get my beauty sleep, some thoughts:If you try to fail, and succeed, which have you done?If all the world is a stage, where is the audience sitting?What was the best thing before sliced bread?If a tortoise doesn't have a shell, is he homeless or naked?What do you do when you see an endangered animal eating an endangered plant?

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Do not walk behind me, for I may not lead. Do not walk ahead of me, for I may not follow. Do not walk beside me, either. Just leave me the hell alone.It's always darkest before dawn. So if you're going to steal the neighbor's newspaper, that's the time to do it.Always remember you're unique, just like everyone else.If you think nobody cares if you're alive, try missing a couple of car payments.If

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Police quote:In God we trust, all others are suspects.

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Uniontown, Pennsylvania cemetery:Here lies the bodyof Jonathan BlakeStepped on the gasInstead of the brake.Anonymous in Stowe, Vermont:I was somebody.Who, is no business Of yours.In a Georgia cemetery:"I told you I was sick!" Harry Edsel Smith of Albany, New York:Born 1903--Died 1942Looked up the elevator shaft to see if the car was on the way down.It was.In a Thurmont, Maryland, cemetery: Here

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Ever heard the saying:If you love someone, let them go….If they come back to you, they're yoursIf they don't, it was never meant to be.Well I just love the variations on that saying. Here goes:………Pessimist:If you love someone,Set him free...If he ever comes back, he's yours,If he doesn't, as expected, he never was.Shakespeare:If you love someone,Set him free...If he ever comes back, he's yours,If

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I tried, I tried a million timesto get you off my mindits not that easy nonot that easydont you know how hard it is for meto smile and say goodbyeit's not that easy noit's not that easy-Lemar

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James BluntI have seen peace. I have seen pain,Resting on the shoulders of your name.Do you see the truth through all their lies?Do you see the world through troubled eyes?And if you want to talk about it anymore,Lie here on the floor and cry on my shoulder,I'm a friend.I have seen birth. I have seen death.Lived to see a lover's final breath.Do you see my guilt? Should I feel fright?Is the fire

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According to studies, the first letter of your first name reveals your romantic identity.A- You are not particularly romantic, but you are interested in action. You mean business. With you, what you see is what you get. You have no patience for flirting and can't be bothered with someone who is trying to be coy, cute, demure, and subtly enticing. You are an upfront person. When it comes to sex,

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I loved this - I woulda introduced myself exactly the same way, so it makes for a nice first post:Do you know someone who needs hours alone every day? Who loves quiet conversations about feelings or ideas, and can give a dynamite presentation to a big audience, but seems awkward in groups and maladroit at small talk? Who has to be dragged to parties and then needs the rest of the day to

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"Sometimes it makes me sad, though, ________ being gone. I have to remind myself that some birds just aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up does rejoice. But still, the place you live in is just that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I guess I just miss my (ex)friend." Morgan Freeman

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