How to be Fabulous

Always wanted to be like Alison DiLaurentis from 'Pretty Little Liars'? Or Regina from 'Mean Girls'? Learn to be smart,pretty,popular, AND how to avoid getting killed off by your own best friends.Cheers!

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The most important thing all the fabulous girls have, is the perfect figure. No,this doesn't mean barfing out all that spaghetti you just had for dinner.This simply means working out and playing outside (both of which,by the way,also boost your confidence and social skills. Not to mention,they give you a chance to meet new people!)
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Pick any sport you like. It could be swimming,dancing,playing basketball or soccer...anything physical. Devote an hour to this,about 4 times a week,and keep it regular to keep in shape.And,hey,an added bonus-you get that glossy hair and that fresh-faced look which every girl would kill for!
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Clothes. The word that makes you wonder WHY you dragged your butt out of the bed in the morning at all. Relax. Your drab and dull wardrobe,your squint y eyes, and that horrid nest-like structure you pass off as hair...all deserve an entire day to themselves. We all know the big teen brand names- Abercrombie and Fitch, Levi's, United Colors of Benetton.And that's for everyday wear. Every diva should have at least a few designers dresses stashed away for the glamour nights. Keep it simple and don't try to hard to impress. The girl on MTV with a top ending around her waist, with shaggy undies below that?Lame. And way out of the question for you.
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A new social life is a must-get for any girl wanting to reinvent her life for the better.Don't ever ditch your true friends.When you're down and lonely,let them always be the ones you turn to first. And be loyal to them. Save the politics for the rest.
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Make new friends and form a brand-new group if (and only if) the old ones wasn't working for you. Maybe you don't think your old friends were that bad,but if they honestly ever made you feel half as fabulous as you truly are,you wouldn't be reading this article in the first place, would you?
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Know all your friends inside out.Know your enemies too,especially if they're conniving, manipulative freaks who've never done anyone any good. Don't hang out with them- that will just arouse suspicion. Find common friends (if any) and dig up some dirt on those girls. Don't manipulate them just yet- it's always good to have something up your pretty sleeve.
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When one of those girls tries to make fun of you at first (by the time we're though,they'd barely have the guts to look at you in the eye) simply laugh. Say something like 'why am I the only one laughing? Oh right,'cause you're THAT lame.' That should shut her up.
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Keep good comebacks handy for whenever the need arises.Don't EVER be seen standing still with your mouth agape. Get sarcastic with people,and then flash a glossy smile.They'd never know what hit them.
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When any friends (ones you're not quite so close to) try to put you down,say : "I'm sorry,I didn't quite get that" ever so politely. Feel free to manipulate those particular friends if you want. It's your group, honey, you rule it.
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Don't be overly power-hungry. Don't obsess over the fact that some random guy thinks another girl is cuter than you. It's his choice,but really why give a damn?You don't wanna go out with someone who dares to compare you with some other chick,do you?
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Flirt.This should be easy with those stellar good looks now. Flirt at school,at the gym, at stuffy art galleries (only if the artist in question looks like Neal Caffrey from White Collar.Popular girls set the standards) Don't flirt with people you don't like though. You'll come off as being too desperate.
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Don't give up on studies.Fabulous girls are different from the totally replaceable queen bees, in that they're individuals,and they're awesome.They're never scared of sliding into ghastly dork-dom in case someone ever found out that they were smart.They know what they want and will go far in life.Your grades are a reflection of you. Don't let yourself down.
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Find hobbies to keep yourself busy.Don't get bogged down by the idiots who say that the things you like aren't cool. If it involves getting up and showing a talent of yours,it's cool and you know it.
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Finally, keep a mysterious aura around yourself. Don't make eye contact with people in the hall that you don't care about.Don't stick your nose in the air either. If anyone asks where you've been,smile,slightly tilt your head and say 'nothing you'd know about.'

the candle

I was in the basement of my grandma's house when my grandma called for me to come upstairs.  I ran up and she said she was leaving, but my cousin Shayla was coming over.  Well my grandma left and I stayed upstairs watching TV for a bit until Shayla came.  My grandma had just moved in to the house, so we weren't familiar.  We only knew that there was some mysterious storm shelter in the backyard that was bolted shut.

We went outside to find the keys because we were 11 and didn't know what to do.  We found a locket, a key and 3 jellybeans in a box that was buried.  We tried the key.  It was too big, so we put everything back except the locket.  Then Shayla went into the shed and brought out a huge shovel.  She started smacking the shelter door with it.  After about 3 minutes of her smacking and me picking open the locket, a huge hole was in the shelter door.  We couldn't see anything in there because it was too dark outside.

We went in to get a flashlight when we heard a big "BOOM" coming from outside.  Shayla ran outside to find the whole entire shelter door caved in. I brought the flashlight and shined it in there.  Shayla went to get a camera but I wasn't sure why.  I looked in but right when I turned on the flashlight, it went dead.  So, Shayla got another.  She shined the flashlight and I just couldn't believe what I saw, but I knew it was true, and real.  Shayla snapped some pictures and we got out as quickly as possible.

When grandma came home, we weren't there.  We were at the neighbor's house.  We went back to grandma's and she said, "I was looking for you two.  Where were you?"  "At Joey's house" I said with fear in my voice and eyes as I looked outside at the shelter.

Shayla and I ran outside and guess what?..... The shelter door was back on, bolted shut, and everything was perfectly in place how it was before.  Shayla tried to tell grandma what happened, but grandma seemed mad about us snooping around.  Grandma said "I cannot believe what you girls are saying.  I just can't.  I mean it looks like you didn't break the door or anything."  

At that point I knew it was all a dream; the dead man in the shelter, the locket, the jelly beans, the key.

Everything!!!

But then Shayla pulled out her digital camera and showed it to grandma.  It was a disturbing picture and I puked. Sorry, I would put a picture of it on here but I don't have it.

Up,Up and Away...

A long time ago, when I was eight, dad took me fishing. It was in April, the first day of fishing season in northern Quebec. And I didn’t care if it was cold, or if there was still snow on the ground. 

“Help me find my warm boots?” I asked. And he did. Then I helped dad make peanut butter sandwiches, my favorite. “Where’s my packsack?” I asked. Smiling patiently, he found it for me.

“This is how I’m going to get a fish,” I said. Holding my new fishing rod birthday gift full stretch, I saw its neat lines, tightly wound threads and shiny eyelets. Then swinging it around, smacked the water glass from the kitchen table. Good thing he helped me clean up all the bits and pieces.

Mom just stood and shook her head. I don’t think she was upset. Just glad her boys were going fishing together, anywhere out of the house.

We loaded up our pickup truck. First my fishing rod was too long in the front. So I placed it in the back. Then I put our packsacks with sandwiches and water right beside it. Almost forgot our fishing box with some neat lures, but dad didn’t. He handed the green tin box to me.

The gravel road was full of loose stones. And they flew behind us as if fired from slingshots. But I couldn’t see much because of the dust. Then we hit a huge bump. “My fishing rod!” I yelled, as I watched it bounce from the truck. Dad put the brakes on so hard I flew across the seat and almost choked on the road dust that soon covered us.

“I saw it fly across that ditch,” I said.  Dad climbed down the side of the road. And stepped on some ice. “Don’t get wet!” I yelled. But, he did.

Soon dad came back with my neat gift, scratched and covered in mud. The broken cork handle made it shorter than before. After starting on our way, I could now keep my fishing rod in my lap. And my tears had stopped.

It’s hard to try and be a man when your birthday present tries to take off like a crow then gets broken. At least it fit inside the front of the truck. “Does that mean I can’t go fishing? I ask.

“No,” dad answered. “I’m going to show you another way to fish,” he said. “Just like my own dad showed me.”

“At least we’re still going fishing!” I shouted. After a while, my hat blew off. Dad stopped the truck and this time I went along to help him find it. I tried not to notice him talking to himself.

“Keep it in your lap, under the tackle box,” he suggested. “This is where our hiking begins,” dad said when we finally stopped. The trail was full of icy ditches. He said, “Try not to get wet.” But I did.

It was fun jumping on the ice. Except when I broke through. It was like a freezing /waterfall splashing all over. Good thing he brought an extra pair of pants for me. He must know me really well by now.

Finally we reach the lake. It seems like we walked half way around the world. Most of the ice is gone. And some ducks are swimming. The water’s too cold for me though. I just want to fish.

I watch carefully as dad shows me my grandfather’s way to fish, without a fishing pole.

He finds a heavy rock, wraps some line around it then ties a knot. After that he makes a little circle with the rest of the line, in a pile beside his foot. And ties a neat silver spinner on the very end. Then he makes another knot keeping it fast to the strong black line. 

Holding about three feet of line in front of him, he begins to twirl. He does that a couple of times and sends it flying over the water. It sure took off, making a heavy splash some distance away. I can’t wait for my turn.

“Do you want some help?” Dad asked.

“No, I want to do it all by myself.”

“Did you watch everything I did?” he asked.

“Yes,” I answer. “And I’m going to throw it farther than you!” I bragged loudly. I take my line and wrap it around another rock. Then I make a circle with the rest beside my feet. And knot my special gold spoon on the end I am going to throw.                                

After winding up like a baseball player, my first throw goes backwards and catches on a tree limb. But dad gets it down for me. I think he ripped his pants. Now I’m ready to begin twirling again. First, I do one big circle, then two, then three. And finally let go. My spoon, like a rocket, goes up and up. The sun makes it shine.

A lucky crow gets out of the way. The floppy bird might think it’s a truck…no, maybe a plane that flies. My line flies through the air, past a floating log. And over some ducks on the water.

It goes and goes and…Oh, oh. “Dad, I forgot to make a knot when I wrapped the line around my rock!”

I remember long ago how he shook his head. And smiled. Now I do too. I think he’s still out there on the lake. And he’s looking for a lost gold spoon for his little boy.    

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eden,my dearest friend!!!

Once upon a time there was a wealthy family called The Smiths.   They lived in a very big and comfortable mansion just like a castle.   The house had a beautiful garden with many smelly red roses.   These flowers were planted in honour of Mr. Smith’s wife, Emma, and they also had a little girl called Rose who was loved and given everything she wanted.   

One day the Smiths decided to clean up the attic and throw away some old things they had in it.   Among the old objects there was a teddy bear, a very old one full of dust and without an eye.   The Smiths didn’t care and quickly got rid of the teddy bear.   After hours cleaning all up Mr.   and Mrs.   Smith decided to take a nap.   Meanwhile Rose was feeling upset and she was fed up of being at home playing always with the same toys.   Although they were very modern, beautiful and educative, she needed something more personal and special.   Once annoyed, Rose decided to go outside and play hide and seek who knows with her dog Brutus.  

The little girl was playing full of joy, running from one place to another when suddenly she notices the teddy bear and all the other old objects her parents had put in there with the aim of getting rid of everything.   Rose felt sorry for the poor teddy bear.   He seemed so lonely and hurt that she decided to pick him up.  

-         “Mummy! Look what I’ve found.  ” – said Rose. 

-         “Where did you find it Rosie? Your father and I threw it away.  ” – Mrs.   Smith answered. 

-         “I’ve found it outside.   I thought he was so said that…”

-         “Don’t be silly my dear daughter!

 It’s just an ugly and dirty teddy bear!
 Throw it away now!” – the mummy said angrily. 

Rose went outside pretending she was throwing the teddy bear away but instead she treated him.   She made him some new clothes, sewed his eye and put a smile on his face.   He wasn’t scruffy any more; he was now a very cute teddy bear and he even had a name.   Rose decided to call him Eden because he was found in the garden and she remembered a story her mummy had told her once about the Garden of Eden. 

She hugged Eden tight and promised he would never be abandoned again.   Now she felt really happy and she also had won a best friend with whom she could play whenever and wherever she wanted.  

The parents ended up letting her bringing Eden home and they also noticed that the most important weren’t those expensive and beautiful toys they offered her; what really matters is friendship and simplicity.  

Therefore they lived happily ever after with one more member in the family: Eden Teddy Bear.   

The Princesses

Once upon a time there were three beautiful princesses there names were Kimmy, Katie, and Kristen.  Kimmy was 3, Katie was 5, and Kristen was 8.  They all lived in a manor.  With butlers, maids, cooks, and lots of people.  But the princesses did not treat them like slaves they treated them with respect and kindness.  The princess’s mothers name was Krystal.  She was very kind, and taught her three girls how to treat all people with respect and kindness.  The mother had long flowing black hair.  The princess’s fathers name was Kevin.  He taught his three girls to be lady like.  He had man like blond hair.  He was very nice man.  They also had a tutor named ken.  He had light brown hair.  He was very handsome.

One sunny morning a messenger came with very sad news.  The mother’s mother was very ill.  The mother and father had to leave.  They left the princesses with the uncle.  The uncle was very mean to every one.  His mood made everyone in the manor miserable except the princesses.  One time he told the cook to make steak and spaghetti.  The uncle changed his mind but didn’t tell the cook.  The cook could not read minds so he still made what the uncle said to cook.  When the uncle saw this he stormed off.  The cook was not happy.  But Kristen told him it was ok.  So that made the cook feel better.   Everyone else ate what he made and it tasted delicious.

Another time the butler made the beds as usual, but when the uncle inspected them, he did not like what he saw and he blew up at the butler making him feel awful.  Kristen saw this scene too.  After the uncle left she told the butler it was fine.  She made the butler feel better.

He did this to maids and lots of other people to.  One day after dinner Kristen told her two little sisters about these scenes.  The girls agreed to have a meeting in there tree house and discuss how to make there uncle learn a lesson to be respectful and kind to others just as they had been taught.

The girls made a plan to be very kind to there uncle hoping to teach him a valuable lesson. 

First, while eating their breakfast they said to the cook, “Thank for our breakfast, this is a very nice meal.” As the uncle watches his niece’s polite behavior, he feels awkward that he has never said anything nice or polite to the cook.

Later on that day, the girls offered to help their very special butler with his chores.  The Uncle sees this behavior and reacts with anger telling the girls to stay in their rooms for the rest of the day.   He does not want the girls to do butlers job.

The angry uncle goes into the library to think about how he has behaved towards the butlers, the maids, the cooks and also his three sweet nieces who he made very sad.

As the uncle was thinking about them, the girls were thinking about their uncle hoping that he had learned a lesson.

After the uncle had time to think, he let the girls out of their rooms to have a talk with them.

“I have been acting silly these past few weeks.  I have been yelling at cooks, maids and butlers.  I have not been respectful to anyone in the manor.  Watching the three of you be kind and polite to everyone, has taught me to be kind and caring to others as well.  Thank you for teaching me this valuable lesson and I am very sorry I have not been so nice to you”

The girls thank their uncle and are happy that they taught him the lesson of respect, kindness, and love.

The next day a messenger came and reported that the mother and father would be arriving home within the next few days and that their grandmother was feeling much better. 

The uncle was on his best behavior for the rest of his stay with the girls.

The mother and father never found out about their uncles bad behavior.  The girls kept this a secret.  A secret they only told to their children, and their children’s children.  And this lesson was passed down to many, many more.

 The End!

How to Catch Your Dreams...

If you want to harness the messages the universe and your subconscious mind are sending you, there are several steps you can take to catch your dreams more easily.

For many of us, remembering the details of our dreams is quite hard, if not impossible.

The alarm goes off, we jump out of bed and into the shower, throw down a coffee and begin our day. If we’re lucky, we may remember a small detail or two of the previous night’s dream, or bits and pieces may come back to us later in the day. This is because 80 per cent of your dreams are lost if you are woken quickly or suddenly. The minute your mind is jolted out of sleep, most the the details of your dreams disappear.

Waking naturally and slowly, however is an impossible thought to most of us. The idea that we would leave it to our own internal alarm clocks to wake for the day is quite foreign – and even scary for some.

However if you really tap into the power of dreams, start with the last thought of the night before you fall asleep. Say to yourself, “I will remember my dream in the morning” and visualise yourself waking up five minutes before your alarm.

Visualisation and affirmations are very important. Picture yourself waking refreshed and rested with a clear memory of the images you received overnight.

When you do wake in the morning, try not to over-think the dream. Putting too much pressure on yourself and frantically trying to ‘reach back in your mind’ for all the details will only make the dream disappear even quicker.

Conscious thought will blast the dream away. it moves your thoughts into the conscious mind, but you need to return to the subconscious mind to remember the dream.

Try to lie in bed and let your mind wander back into the dream. Have a notebook next to you and record everything you remember to analyse later.

While there are also dream-catching cards and other items you can buy to help ‘catch’ your dreams, the bet way to remember dreams is to learn more and develop an interest in them.

holaho!!!!

From my first blog, i think.. its time for you to getting know about me. First, i don't like people who plagiat me. and second, i really hate people who like me, but he like me because my prettiness. And the last, third is, i hate people who make my heart broken