Brothers in Arms

Im 18 years old. On 9/11 I was in the 4th grade. watched it unfold on the news and cried myself to sleep. I’m an African American. I’ve always had an interest in in the military, mainly the Army. Watching Jarhead, Blackhawk Down..playing Call of Duty..etc. I love people, no matter what race and when I see the 9/11 videos it just fills me with anger and I ask myself why im not in the Army fighting alongside my brothers(by country). What exactly do the these numbers mean, Ive been seeing them for about a year now. I happen to look at my phone, the time is 9:11, The expiration date on my beverage is 9-11. On the TV Guide- a program airs from 9 to 11. My socre in an online shooting game, may come out to be 9 kills, 11 deaths. I happen to look at my ipod to see what time it is, it’s 9:11. I just got on the computer this morning, looked at the time and it was 9:11. Can somebody please tells me what this means. When I see these set of numbers it just gives me the chills, and reminds me of that day. Im not even from N.Y. Is this my calling to join the armed forces?

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Im 18 years old. On 9/11 I was in the 4th grade. watched it unfold on the news and cried myself to sleep. I’m an African American. I’ve always had an interest in in the military, mainly the Army. Watching Jarhead, Blackhawk Down..playing Call of Duty..etc. I love people, no matter what race and when I see the 9/11 videos it just fills me with anger and I ask myself why im not in the Army fighting alongside my brothers(by country). What exactly do the these numbers mean, Ive been seeing them for about a year now. I happen to look at my phone, the time is 9:11, The expiration date on my beverage is 9-11. On the TV Guide- a program airs from 9 to 11. My socre in an online shooting game, may come out to be 9 kills, 11 deaths. I happen to look at my ipod to see what time it is, it’s 9:11. I just got on the computer this morning, looked at the time and it was 9:11. Can somebody please tells me what this means. When I see these set of numbers it just gives me the chills, and reminds me of that day. Im not even from N.Y. Is this my calling to join the armed forces?

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Im 18 years old. On 9/11 I was in the 4th grade. watched it unfold on the news and cried myself to sleep. I’m an African American. I’ve always had an interest in in the military, mainly the Army. Watching Jarhead, Blackhawk Down..playing Call of Duty..etc. I love people, no matter what race and when I see the 9/11 videos it just fills me with anger and I ask myself why im not in the Army fighting alongside my brothers(by country). What exactly do the these numbers mean, Ive been seeing them for about a year now. I happen to look at my phone, the time is 9:11, The expiration date on my beverage is 9-11. On the TV Guide- a program airs from 9 to 11. My socre in an online shooting game, may come out to be 9 kills, 11 deaths. I happen to look at my ipod to see what time it is, it’s 9:11. I just got on the computer this morning, looked at the time and it was 9:11. Can somebody please tells me what this means. When I see these set of numbers it just gives me the chills, and reminds me of that day. Im not even from N.Y. Is this my calling to join the armed forces?

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I might know the answer already but I just douno what I shuold do,do you guys think he is a gay and probably luv me as well?PLZ HELP ME OUT!
Is it really just my another Crush
I had a big crush with an extremmely extremely hot foreign student yesterday afternoon,which I’ll never forget in my lifetime,and u guys know what,I do absolutely miss him so much,He had an easy
going manner about him that put me at ease right away. He became my friend,
my confidante and my crush. I had suspected I was gay for a while now, but
looking at him made me know that was a total fact.his attractive body scent,His big hug which held me in his arms and my face lean on his big chest ,His arms furs,His Converse canvas shoes,His irish accent,His smiles,His everything(Seriously as hot as a gay porn star)…OMG I fall in luv with him at first sight and I can see sth from his beautiful blue eyes cuz his eyes give him away LOL.
See here is thing,a brother college of our univerisity from Ireland,which paid a visit to our campus and with no doubt I’m one of the best students who was selected by the headmaster to be their guide ,you know what,I met a guy named Benjamin and we seemed to have many things to talk about,we have the same hobbies which surprised two of us,we both love music,horror movies,video games,jogging…brb…we talked about his fav band The Killers,my fav band Greenday,Foo Fighters,Mariah Carey,Westlife,our fav horror movies The Texas Chainsaw Massacre and saw series,what’s more,when I mentioned I also sing a lot and showed him my Huge capacity of music,he was actually shocked and asked me to sing a song for him and as a reward,he must sing a song as well and consequently I covered a song named Heaven by Bryan Adam and it turned out to be an amazing,he just straightly came to me and gave me a sweet hug,with his mouth keep saying amazin’,excellent or whatever,I felt like i was in HEAVEN..and we sat close enough sang a song together which I could almost smell and feel his hard breath.Try to imagine how does it feel when you get a hug from an extremely hot and sweet IRISH guy Heehee….
As time goes by,we talked more and got more oppotunities to get to know each other and you know what,he even wrote down his home address for me and said it was a greatful day since he came to China.What touched me most was when he said:COMPARED WITH GETTING TO KNOW YOU,THE TRIP BECOMES SUBORDINATE!OMG I just can’t believe it at all.Btw he always held me in his arms when we are taking pics and it made me havin’ an ERECTION,what a shame but i really enjoy the whole proess:)
It’s really hard to say goodbye but we have to.I walked him to their tour bus and my heart was actually bleeding…He said:come visit me and I’ll show you around the CD stores and buy you a drink and some encouraging words like Keep singing…
Soon enough he got into the bus and I knew that it’s probably the right time for me to Back to life,Back to reality, and then all of a sudden,I saw a huge familar figure came out from the bus and walked toward me ,guess what,he gave me another unforgettable hug ,(OH Please Killing Me Softly)and asked me to wrote down my MSN and email address for him,OMG It’s hard to believe that he even turned back and asked for my address:) and my friends even told his face actually turned red when he came to me and asked me for the address.
Finally he’s gone and everything back to normal,I put the note he gave me under my pillow and waitting for him to send those pics to me which he had promised yesterday.And I’m gotta go to Ireland as soon as possible cuz it’s always my dream to live here,since I was in senior high school,it has been my fav country and I firmly believe that if we can meet each other couple of times every week,Heehee He’s gotta fall head over heels in luv with me…
What if dream is reality,reality is just dream-ME.I just know i wanna him so bad though I know there’s only a gleam of hope or should I just let it go,I dunno but I do know It’s one of the most sweetest crushes in my life which i’ll never forget and I’ll never ever forget him…
Now I’m listening to David Archuleta’s song"Crush" That’s how I really feel now.(fin)
OH BTW,When asked him if he had a gf,he just said no,sadly no ,and I could tell he was just hiding sth
Anyway Thanx very much indeed and hope u guys have a nice day

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I’ve had a hard time choosing a book, so I would be grateful for any suggestions. We have to write reading responses, so it should be easy to understand and interesting. It should also be off of this list:

1984 by George Orwell
To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee
The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien
Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen
The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger
Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky
The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
Catch-22 by Joseph Heller
Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov
Animal Farm by George Orwell
The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoevsky
Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte
Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy
Brave New World by Aldous Huxley
The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas
Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte
War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy
The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck
Lord of the Flies by William Golding
Ulysses by James Joyce
East of Eden by John Steinbeck
Harry Potter Series by J.K. Rowling
A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens
Gone with the Wind by Margaret Mitchell
Great Expectations by Charles Dickens
Les Miserables by Victor Hugo
One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut
The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain
The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien
Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand
Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes
The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand
The Chronicles of Narnia by C.S. Lewis
A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess
Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck
Frankenstein by Mary Shelley
The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini
The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde
The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams
Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury
One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest by Ken Kesey
The Sound and the Fury by William Faulkner
The Stranger by Albert Camus
The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway
Moby Dick by Herman Melville
Ender’s Game by Orson Scott Card
Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man by James Joyce
On the Road by Jack Kerouac
Watership Down by Richard Adams
His Dark Materials by Phillip Pullman
The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown
Invisible Man by Ralph Ellison
The Time Traveler’s Wife by Audrey Niffenegger
A Farewell to Arms by Ernest Hemingway
Little Women by Louisa May Alcott
Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert
Dune by Frank Herbert
Remembrance of Things Past by Marcel Proust
Dracula by Bram Stoker
Life of Pi by Yann Martel
Love in the Time of Cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
The Old Man and the Sea by Ernest Hemingway
The Stand by Stephen King
David Copperfield by Charles Dickens
Absalom, Absalom! by William Faulkner
A Confederacy of Dunces by John Kennedy Toole
Middlemarch by George Eliot
The Idiot by Fyodor Dostoevsky
Tess of the D’Urbervilles by Thomas Hardy
Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier
For Whom the Bell Tolls by Ernest Hemingway
The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera
Memoirs of a Geisha by Arthur Golden
Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk
The Master and Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov
The Trial by Franz Kafka
The Three Musketeers by Alexandre Dumas
The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath
Anne of Green Gables by L.M. Montgomery
A Prayer for Owen Meany by John Irving
Of Human Bondage by W. Somerset Maugham
The Road by Cormac McCarthy
To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf
Persuasion by Jane Austen
The Handmaid’s Tale by Margaret Atwood
The Twilight Saga by Stephenie Meyer
The Name of the Rose by Umberto Eco
Emma by Jane Austen
Blood Meridian by Cormac McCarthy
The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho
Gravity’s Rainbow by Thomas Pynchon
The Poisonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time by Mark Haddon
As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner
Siddharta by Hermann Hesse
All Quiet on the Western Front by Erich Maria Remarque
Beloved by Toni Morrison
Atonement by Ian McEwan

Any other suggestions not on this list would also be appreciated.

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Picture the following:

2 years ago in a suburban area in New York a young girl, white- the minority in the area- the age of 12 had decided to become part of a marching band in her area. She sees a boy tall, skinny, and black- the majority of that area. and she found his dazzling. the young girl was shier than most around guys like him.. Especially since she wasnt very pretty. over wieght, acne ridden, no fashoin sense. Yet, she find away to become this boys friend. He is 16, she finds out and doesnt have much money to his name. the girl, a color gaur- flag girl- i the marching band was slowly falling in love with a mischeavous young man with cornrows and an overly playful sheen in the pit crew.. he sat on the side lines. Ever day during practice, the young girl ran and twirled and tossed and marched, the boy watched in awe… the first competition had come. a sleep over competition. and on the way.. the band stops to eat at a burger king/7-11 duplex area. and the girl, who loves to play gaames. say a crane game and fell into awe at a shaggy sand colored elephant.. that she was dying to get. So, she tried once, twice, thre times. failure. fouth, fail, 6th, fail. 11th fail.. but soon came by that boy. as the girl used the LAST dollar she wanted to use and lost one last time.. with a last game left she held the joy stick tight… but the boy came, put his arm around her and helped her guide the crane over the elephant and he hit the button with her.. he stared in the back mirror of the crane game and saw his arm still around her.. she felt something quiver inside her.. she didnt quite understand.. but then the crane grabbed the elephant and it didnt fall… it went own the shoot.. and she grabbed it.. and turned around.. "thanks." she said, shyly. "no problem." he said with a dazzling, over whelming, white smile. "name it?" she asked him sheepishly.. "Howard." he said still smiling, making the girl blush.. "well ok. Howard it is." she said, unable to do much but smirk lightly and squeeze the stuffed animal. the boy hugged her. she hugged him back.. She felt that quivvering again. Fast forward a month or two. to the young girls Birthday, nov 5th 2007. She practiced as usual the boy on the side lines.. he knew it was her birthday, every1 knew.. but that was beside the point. the boy looked at her and made a funny face. she gfiggled and blushed. he laughed softly. He waved. she wavved, and smiled. he smiled and mouthed out "happy birthday" and blew her a kiss.. her jaw dropped a cm or so.. and she blushed, her eyes went wide and her heart skipped a beat, but she didnt know why. after prac she hugged him and said "wats up" he shruged she smiled. his car came.. and hed left.. that was the last time she’d seen him since then… and then she soon realized how she cried with Howard. and slept with him.. and wrote about the boy so often.. She figured out.. she was in love.

this is a true story
about me- the young girl
and a boy i fell in love with
THE REAL AND EXACT TOTAL STORY

and i still sleep w./ howard and cry almost daily that i havent seen himm

and last week i met his brother.. and im having a bday party on nov 8th
i want to invite his bro, bc each guest is aloud 2 bring 1 person.. and want to invite his brother, so his brother will bring him!

but its been almost 2 yrs since i saw him.. idk how to act watta say, if he’ll come if it’ll be the same or not..
i LOVE this kid with every fiber of my being… I just dont know anymore

HELP ME!

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One of England’s greatest cricketers, Sir Alec Bedser, who rebuilt the England cricket team following the Second World War and played a pivotal role in the side regaining the Ashes in 1953, has died at the age of 91.

Bedser died at around 8.30 on Sunday evening at a hospital in Woking after falling ill last month, according to a close friend.

In December last year he became the oldest surviving England Test cricketer following the death of Arthur McIntyre.

He was also, until his death, the last man alive to have taken the wicket of Donald Bradman, the legendary Australian batsman whom he twice dismissed for a duck, in a Test match, The Telegraph reports.

Bedser, a right-arm medium-fast bowler, played 51 matches and took 236 wickets in a career spanning 11 years.

At the time of his retirement, he had taken more wickets in Test cricket than any other cricketer.

With identical twin brother Eric, who died four years ago, he played club cricket for the dominant Surrey side of the 1950s, taking 1924 first-class wickets in 485 matches.

He helped the club to eight County Championships between 1950 and 1958, and took 100 wickets in a county season eleven times, figures that place him high among the game’s greats.

After retiring from playing cricket in 1960, Bedser served as a national team selector for twenty-three years and was chairman of selectors from 1969 to 1981.

I pray ALMIGHTY to bless his soul eternal peace and may HE guide the bereaved family to safety at this hour of need. My heart felt condolences to the bereaved family.
A truly great sporting personality and a gentleman cricketer.
Correction: Please read the name as Sir Alec Bedser. Spelling and typo error regretted.

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I want to buy a SG for Mercs 2 or Brothers in Arms. Which one should I buy?

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