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Unforgiven -METALLICA Unforgiven II -METALLICA Fade Away -METALLICA Nothing Else Matters -METALLICA Away From Me -EVANESCENCE My Tourniquet -EVANESCENCE Even In Death -EVANESCENCE Run To The Water -LIVE We Are All Made Of Stars -MOBY (awesome guitar in the background) Desensitised -INVERTIGO The Bitter End -PLACEBO Every You Every Me -PLACEBO Comfortably Numb -PINK FLOYD (the best song I've ever heard) Fine Again -SEETHER Broken -SEETHER Driven Under -SEETHER Bother -STONE SOUR (just fuckin' great when I'm down) Hazard -RICHARD MARX Slow Chemical -FINGER ELEVEN November Rain -GUNS & ROSES Knockin' On Heavens' Door -GUNS & ROSES Sweet Child O' Mine -GUNS & ROSES It's My Life -BON JOVI There's more.. but they're the ones that are the strongest. If you're looking for over-all awesome music, not in particular rock, just good music that suits the atmosphere when you're down, for example, when you're in a break-up or when your really sad, take one of these. ;) [SIZE=1][B]EDIT:[/b] Added some more songs. :toothy:[/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Hybrid [/i] [B]I've never heard of it, is it an American only show? or was it showed in the UK? [/B][/QUOTE]It was aired on Nickelodeon for a while about 2 or 3 years back. I'm not sure if you get Nickelodeon over there in the UK. Quite frankly, I wouldn't worry. I hated the show to be honest. Though I'm not you.

It's winter here, and the bugs and insects are still around. Down the road the wattle trees are already out, usually they're out in summer. Stupid kind of season we got going. Flies are still hanging around like it's going out of fashion, and the beetles are still out after dark. It's like a mix of winter, summer, spring and autumn all in one. It's just about impossible trying to walk down to river in the afternoon at the moment, unless you can endure a heap of flies buzzing 'round your face, and there's also a few mosquitos about. Flying ants always swarm when it's wet and humid- they're hanging around when it's hot and dry. Aeroguard is still in use even though the shops stopped selling them after summer. This place is messed.

Not something, someone. I'm trying not to be weak here. There's this dude in my class who goes by the name of "Garfunkel". Apparently [i]this is[/i] his real name. It's even on his report card. He dresses in dark clothes, it doesn't look like he ever brushes his teeth, and never brushes his hair. Anyway, every day, he's always with a baseball bat. You never see him anywhere without it. Swinging it. He swings it in line while he walks. Like a bat-n-twirl. o.O; He always walks with his head down to the ground. His hair hangs over his face. He's like one of those vampire things you see in Blade II. Except he isn't afraid of the dark. I don't know if he scares anyone else in my class, and I sure as hell don't know how Grace can sit next to him. I'm over the other side of the damn classroom from him, and I still shiver till I'm blind when ever I catch a glimpse of him. He's just one of those dudes that have a different way of going about things... a [i]completely[/i] different way.. Anyway. Yeah. He scares me. The most. If not, I don't know what does. [size=1][b]EDIT:[/b] Spelling.[/size]

A normal .22 Rifle contains wood. :drunk: So does a Stephenson Bruno Hornett .22 Shotgun... has a strong recoil on it, can reach 2-3 kilometers, and at close range would blow a normal-sized door off its hinges aswell as shatter it, or blow a hole in a wall big enough so you could almost walk through it. Seeing as this is the second model ever made of it, 1908 to be exact, it's alot stronger in the recoil than most modern shotguns, as the shoulder block is shortened by atleast 3/4 inches. It's double barrel, and also has the capability of firing both barrels at the same time, continuously.

Women marry you, take all your money, and leave. Ice-cream causes brain damage. Movies are for "dim-witted lunatics". Heaters and coolers are for "lazy old sods". Take-away food takes a year off your life every time you eat it. Smoking makes you smarter. ..My grandfather is seriously messed up. But he's alright to talk to for a good laugh. He's around 80 I think, my grandmother is around 60. On my mum's side, nan died when I was little, and pop is around 70 or 80. All very nice people to know, apart from a few.. things..

My brother has a serious case of obsessive compulsive dissorder. Everything he does, he has to do it again. I understand he can't do anything about it, but damn, it gets so annoying sometimes. I used to have asthma when I was little, though it went away. About 6 months ago, I got a re-occurance of it. It's much more severe. I've had about 4 asthma attacks in the time I've had it back, where-as when I was little I never had an asthma attack. It's crap when I'm going for a ride, and all of a sudden I need to take some Ventolin. -_-

The faggots who walk around thinking they're better than everyone else. You know, the ones with all the mad clothes on, and their hair done up so damn weird a chicken would get lost in it. I have "cool" clothes, and my hair-styles, but I [i]can't even[/i] walk around like those idiots do. Keyword there; "those". It's not like they own Australia or something.

I find it hard to believe in the existance of ghosts. I [i]have[/i] seen an image of something, from a paranormal existance, a long time ago, when I was 10, if I remember correctly. This still doesn't make it any easier for me to put my belief towards ghosts forward. For all you curious people, I'll briefly explain my story- the thing is, I'm having trouble myself believing it actually happened. I had just finished playing my Saturday sport, at the time, cricket. I got in the car with mum, and went home. Usually when I got home after playing weekend sport, I'd go and lay down for a while. For some reason, I had the sudden urge to go into the kitchen. I dropped my cricket bag, with all my gear in it, and actually started running to the kitchen. Mum was in the kitchen, so she said. I got to the end of the hallway, and went down the footstep. As soon as my rght foot landed on the floor below the footstep, I was overcome by a blinding flash. Not a white flash. A black flash. Though it was so blinding. And I could see into it. It was like a different world. I squinched my eyes as the black light was so blinding, and looked into it. I was walking around in darkness. I could hear screams. Noises. I could [i]see[/i] noises. Being sucked into a warp or something. Except it to, was black. I could feel a pull on me. Like I was being stretched. I fell, and landed with a loud noise. It echoed. The noise I created when I fell, seemed to distract the world I was in. I could hear and see the sounds and noise getting more wild, and moving more rapidly. The were all swarming around into one space. Then I fell. Again. I saw the noises disappear, though I could hear them getting closer. They got so close. [i]So[/i] close. It was like I was [i]in[/i] them. I shielded myself from them, and I felt as if I was being pushed. Pushed against them. I turned, and seen the world I came from. I saw the kitchen, and I seen me. Standing there. Standing in the hallway. Just standing there, looking at nothing. I saw mum, she was busy at the counter. I was in another dimension, looking into mine. I started to run, and it started to get closer. I ran faster. Faster. Then it all went. I stood there in the hallway. Looking at the wall across the room. Nothing was there. I couldn't walk. I couldn't breathe. I fell. Mum came running into the hallway and helped me up. She had to help me walk. She sat me down on the couch, and with a glass of water. I drank it. It felt like it was going straight through me. Like I just walked through a wall or something. I couldn't cut it. I cracked. I was at the hospital for 3 weeks. Apparently, I had head conjestion. Usually with head conjestion, your ears, nose, throat are all blocked, and it's hard not to be dizzy, as it's hard to breathe. My ears, nose, and throat were fine. I could breathe perfecty now. They said I had bleeding down the back of my throat which was going into my lungs. Though they couldn't identify whether the bleeding was from a cut, bruise, abrasion. It was like it was leaking from the skin, so they said. Anyway, they gave me pills and an antibiotic, and it was all gone within a few days after being released from hospital. Head conjestion is supposed to last for 4 or 5 days. Mine lasted for 3 and a half weeks. I recalled what had happened. I remember seeing an image of a young boy playing with a toy train under a large tree. It stands out like nothing else. It's like the [i]reason[/i] it all happened. It still scares me when I think about it. This is how it happened to me. As far as I can remember. I can't even tell if it was a dream. Another world. Something that was [i]meant[/i] to happen. It all confuses me. I don't even believe it myself.

3 hours. :drunk: I don't tend to stay online for too long. If I'm online for more than an hour, I get bored and go find something else to do. About two years ago, I was addicted to the internet. I'd go online at about 7am in the morning and wouldn't come out of my room for about six hours. My connection would only allow me to be connected for three hours continuously, so after that time had elapsed I would be disconnected. Then I'd have to wait another three hours til I could connect again. During that time I'd play a game or something, and wait for the time to finish so I could go on the net again... Funny how my modem card burnt out four times in nine months.

Whenever my dad is angry, he gets in his ute and drives to another town for the fun of it, usually it being Parkes. Sometimes I go with him. It tends to turn out to be a good trip, getting MacDonald's on the way up and back for dinner and tea.

Two years ago I was great at swimming. Thoough I also quit two years ago. Now I've lost all my speed and strength and everything to go with swimming. I can still swim, still faster than some others, though I'm buggered when I finish two or three laps.

When I used to live in the new area around east, our house was on a long street, that gradually sloped down a hill. At the end, it took a sharp right turn and climbed up the steepest hill I've ever seen. Anyway, I've rode my bike down the street I lived in, headphones on. So I was basically tuned out to my music, and was just watching where I was going. I rode down the slope, took the turn up the steep hill, and rode along the gutter for something to do. Funny enough, there was a pipe leaking over a part of the gutter, and I tried to ride through it. I've slipped, *** over head, and gauzed open my knee. I couldn't feel anything, even though it was bleeding like there was no tomorrow. I kept riding however. I was riding back down this steep hill, back from riding up it when I cut open my knee. I decided to try and flip it for the real time. I went up the gutter, and slipped again, in exactly the same spot. This time though, I fractured my knee in three places underneath the knee-cap, and broke my thigh in two places. What a damn idiot. Can't believe I done it. To go with it, I done exactly the same thing about six months later, this time only breaking the same knee in one place.

Driving their planes into a point, at which they would kill many of the enemy or cause damage to the enemy, was seen as an honourable thing to do, if other than that they would have to surrender, or die trying to escape. As said by Skyrose. :D Dieing for their country was followed by many Japanese soldiers. It wasn't seen as them being a "Kamikaze Pilot", though it was close.

I used to be so depressed I wouldn't get up off the lounge for a damn week. Then when I did, I'd be dizzy, and I'd have to lay down on the lounge again for another straight week. Really, I felt like I had nothing to live for, and I wanted to die. "Not as if anyone would notice". There wasn't really anything that was making me depressed, I just.. went into depression. Maybe it was because of school.. maybe it was because of things in my social life. Stuffed if I know. All I know is this. To get over it, depression has to get over you. Stop thinking on the down side, think you've got a good life. Atleast then depression will get sick of you and go away. That's wbhat happened to me. Now looking back at it, I can see how stupid it was worrying about all this crap that wasn't big in the first place, but seemed huge when I worried about it. It was all screwed up. You're screwed up. Fix yourself up and do something. You don't want to be depressed for the rest of your life and be screwed up. Depression won't go away by itself. If you're depressed and keep thinking nothing is going to get better, it isn't. You [i]have to think[/i] that it will go away, and that you're living on the top. Then it's gone.

All fireworks are banned here, aswell as buying them. Yet in the ACT, the state [i]inside[/i] NSW, you can buy firworks, as they're not illegal to buy there. You can't use them though. Even though my dad knows a few people up in Canberra, from who he gets his fireworks from every year, we can't use them anymore. They've been illegal for ages, though we used to have a bonfire every year and let them all off, as you can use them for yourself on private property. Now with all this "legal crisis" and liabilities and ****, we can't even do that. People complain that police ruin everything, when it's just themselves who make the police watch for them. If they don't.. they might get sued. Heh. **** that.

When I'm grounded, and I want to go down town, I say I have to work. I bring a bag to make it look like I've got my work uniform with me. They drop me off at work, but that's also where I meet up with my friends. Then we go once mum or dad are gone. I know I shouldn't be doing crap like that, but once you start getting grounded for 3 months for getting 1 or 2 Cs in your school report, you have to do something. I mean, I basically got my best report in 4 years last week, even though it had 2 Cs in it. And I get grounded for it being a "bad report". Stupid.

When I'm BMX riding.. mostly when I'm in a group, say about 5 or more friends. Really makes my day alot better. And of course, I can't go riding anywhere, even with mates, without my music. Cruising down a street, with music playing real loud in your ears, with a group of mates to hang out with, it's all good. Just say it's like 5:30pm, when the sunsets up, that's like the greatest time you can go riding here. Between dark and day, awesome. Usually when I go riding, it's all day. From 12pm. I'll stay in town all day to about 10pm, if it's with my mates.

Is your house wooden? Like, does it have wooden boards on the outside, a wooden roof, or anything built for the house that's wooden? If it does, put a hole in a wall or something and check inside it. If there's ants inside it, your house is eaten out by termites. Can't do nothing about it, and within a few years your house is going to fall down, so move. Dunno. Maybe that just happens here. Happens all the time here actually.

Some things around go against everything that says it's wrong, but it's actully right. Or that says it's bad, but it's good. You know? An example. Doctors, health charts, etc. say my ideal wieght is supposed to be around 70 kilograms, based on my age, height, and that. But.. I'm actually around 93 kilograms. And I don't look "fat", as it supposedly indicates in the charts and crap as "overwieght". This one's plain and well known. Smoking. It's bad. We all "know" that. But you see these people around that have been smoking since they were teenagers, and yet they're still alive 80 years later.. well, maybe not that long, but you get it. Basically, these examples go against outright odds. They happened, exist, but they should not/have. Anyone got any stuff like this that has happened to them, or anywhere, anyone, blah.. [croaky old voice] Sometimes things like this happenning can save lives. ;) [/croaky old voice]

There's a few kids at my school who think they're all that, and walk around like King ****, talking like they've just come out of jail for the first time in 50 years. You try and talk to them, and they tell you to **** off. Therefore, the only way to put up with it, or the only way [I]I[/I] put up with it, is act like a ****** back to them. Simple. Knocks them back after a while, and a few of them haven't talked to me for ages. It works. I'll never let some [i]arrogant[/i] kid get over the top of me.

When someone I've just met recently, notices me out of a crowd and comes over to talk to me. That gives me the impression they think I'm good company. Nice. ...is that a "little thing"? I'm not too sure. Hanging out with my mates. That's the main thing. Cause havoc, have fun, chaos, girls.. all that stuff just makes the day complete.

I come on here for about 20 or so minutes every night, though I don't post much. Just check out what's going on, basically, I have better things to do. OB is like something I do every day, with no reason at all. If everything I did had a purpose, I probably wouldn't come here so often. Maybe like.. a day or so a week. :drunk: Or then again.. I mightn't have found this place in the first place. Damn. I'm around Otaku Lounge, though mostly Music, Movies & TV. No other forum really interests me, unless I'm looking for a chat on something different.

I personally like Ausioslave better, mainly because of their music. Though I liked Zach as the lead singer of RATM over Cornell of Audioslave. Zach added the "last light" to the band. Audioslave has a more stronger sound to them though, because they don't have Zach. Though don't get me wrong, RATM rocked.

No. And I probably never will. I like my friends. I'm always with them. If I'm by myself and it's too lonely, I end up thinking of stuff I don't want to and I'm depressed for the whole day. Really, I don't have a secret place I wish I had. I have my house, school, town. That's secret enough for me.