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14 April, 2008 at 9:45 pm #325925
Your Thinking is Abstract and Sequential
You like to do research and collect lots of information.
The more facts you have, the easier it is for you to learn.You need to figure things out for yourself and consider all possibilities.
You tend to become an expert in the subjects that you study.It’s difficult for you to work with people who know less than you do.
You aren’t a very patient teacher, and you don’t like convincing people that you’re right.14 April, 2008 at 9:41 pm #325829Your Heart Is Blue
Love is a doing word for you. You know it’s love when you treat each other well.
You are a giving lover, but you don’t give too much. You expect something in return.Your flirting style: Friendly
Your lucky first date: Lunch at an outdoor cafe
Your dream lover: Is both generous and selfish
What you bring to relationships: Loyalty
14 April, 2008 at 9:40 pm #325904i got the same as you poli :lol:
14 April, 2008 at 9:38 pm #325793Make sure the drivers for your soundcard are installed. Right click on the my computer icon, select properties, then select the hardware tab, then go into the device manager tab. If you have a yellow triangle by the soundcard, game controllers etc, then you probably dont have the drivers installed for your soundcard. If you know the make of your soundcard you should be able to download them easily enough.
14 April, 2008 at 6:39 pm #325666Love fraiser for its dry wit and sarcasm. :)
14 April, 2008 at 6:37 pm #325534You Are 36% Weirdo
You’re a little weird, but you’d be even weirder if you didn’t have a few quirks.
You are just strange enough to know it, but nobody else seems to notice your weirdness.
That’s because, deep down, everyone is a little freaky!Guess i’m not as freaky as some would like to think :P :lol:
14 April, 2008 at 6:24 pm #325694There’s a 35% Chance That You Need Therapy
You may need therapy, but you’re probably doing okay at working out your own problems.
In general, you are able to solve any troubles that come up. But there’s no harm in talking to a professional.:lol:
14 April, 2008 at 6:22 pm #325693Its a clip from the film Freaks, Pats, ace film, funnily enough it is usually on late at night when i’m in the chatroom, its fun trying to match up people to the characters 8) :lol: :lol: :lol:
13 April, 2008 at 8:25 pm #27951511 April, 2008 at 3:39 am #311762Farewell to the Muse
Thou Power! who hast ruled me through Infancy’s days,
Young offspring of Fancy, ’tis time we should part;
Then rise on the gale this the last of my lays,
The coldest effusion which springs from my heart.This bosom, responsive to rapture no more,
Shall hush thy wild notes, nor implore thee to sing;
The feelings of childhood, which taught thee to soar,
Are wafted far distant on Apathy’s wing.Though simple the themes of my rude flowing Lyre,
Yet even these themes are departed for ever;
No more beam the eyes which my dream could inspire,
My visions are flown, to return,–alas, never!When drain’d is the nectar which gladdens the bowl,
How vain is the effort delight to prolong!
When cold is the beauty which dwelt in my soul,
What magic of Fancy can lengthen my song?Can the lips sing of Love in the desert alone,
Of kisses and smiles which they now must resign ?
Or dwell with delight on the hours that are flown ?
Ah, no! for those hours can no longer be mine.Can they speak of the friends that I lived but to love?
Ah, surely Affection ennobles the strain!
But how can my numbers in sympathy move,
When I scarcely can hope to behold them again?Can I sing of the deeds which my Fathers have done,
And raise my loud harp to the fame of my Sires?
For glories like theirs, oh, how faint is my tone!
For Heroes’ exploits how unequal my fires!Untouch’d, then, my Lyre shall reply to the blast–
‘Tis hush’d; and my feeble endeavors are o’er;
And those who have heard it will pardon the past,
When they know that its murmurs shall vibrate no more.And soon shall its wild erring notes be forgot,
Since early affection and love is o’ercast:
Oh! blest had my Fate been, and happy my lot,
Had the first strain of love been the dearest, the last.Farewell, my young Muse! since we now can ne’er meet;
If our songs have been languid, they surely are few:
Let us hope that the present at least will be sweet–
The present–which seals our eternal Adieu.George Gordon, Lord Byron
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