andré is going to save is 'kidnapped' love
andré is looking for test
andré is on the n202
andré is oor die algemeen bekend om sy stille diplomasie in die huis
andré is one of these
andré is celebrated for her friendly manner and high energy presentations containing informative practical training techniques that inspire change
andré is a tourist resort par excellence
andré is open daily
andré is the ideal setting for prestigious receptions
andré is jealous of lucienne?s beauty
andré is not yet ready for formal education
andré is nal's new director
andré is still oscar's constant companion
andré is in the process of studying for his gia
andré is going to costa rica
andré is shot on a bridge
andré is not only a force to be reckoned with in the academic field
andré is opgericht in
andré is still a virgin
andré is not only an excellent photographer
andré is sitting in the passenger seat
andré is president of thornton management consulting
andré is the grandson of her nurse
andré is a consultant with senior executive experience acquired over 25 years in private industry
andré is daar niet lang circusartiest gebleven
andré is a small village just a few kilometres from grand falls
andré is completing a ph
andré is believed to have been taken from her home in grand haven post
andré is our big teddybear
andré is editor of the monadnock review
andré is one of canada's few 7 string guitarists
andré is determined to expand and improve his network and has left his own business to run itself while he gets eblockwatch ?off the ground
andré is located within the watershed protection area of the billings reservoir
andré is 625
andré is redesigning
andré is a multi
andré is op 15 juni 1976 geboren in hilversum
andré is na zijn mbo opleiding een jaar vrachtwagenchauffeur geweest in militaire dienst
andré is in almost constant demand as an expert; there was moped and at present there is appeal
andré is excelling in mr
andré is about to leave the room when oscar stops him
andré is not at fault
andré is a british national living in germany who speaks english
andré is de middelste van drie kinderen; broer emiel is twee jaartjes ouder
andré is in the nywc
andré is a soft
andré is in a
andré is coaching jeanne on liszt's funérailles
andré is the band's original "french frog"
andré is a committee member of the johannesburg attorneys association and is the convener of the company and estates subcommittee of that committee
andré is helpless on the ground
andré is in the best shape of his life
andré is currently writing "modern jazz guitar styles"
andré is geboren in 1963
andré is known and respected throughout the business community of atlanta for not only his creative skills
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andré is targeting sales to a population of 500
andré is 'n beautifull songwriter
andré is owning a complementary domaine in the rhône valley including a prestigious property of
andré is a conceptual designer on the leading edge of museum design
andré is white with the town arms in the centre
andré is also responsible for the large inventory of components required to build fibre optic networks
andré is an agronomist and has a master degree in management and is currently a doctoral candidate at the school of economics and business
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andré is supergrappig
andré is working on the development of conformance tests for dsrc equipment by using the formal specification languages sdl
andré is not exactly built like a great hulking brute; and yet
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andré is allereerst de voetbal op groot scherm te brengen
andré is tijdens zijn tweede collegejaar voorzitter geweest de studievereniging van de grafisch management opleiding en heeft zich in dit verband bezig
andré is looking at the pheasants
andré is determined that no one will steal from him and get away with it
andré is on
andré is now committed to grunting when he has produced a sound that he enjoys
andré is partner at holland consulting group and a lecturer at the university of amsterdam
"He saw that the hands that build/Can also pull down/Even the hands of love" - U2, Exit
"Call out Your Name/Call out in shame/Call out Your Name/Call out!/Call out, you better call out" - U2, 11 O'clock Tick Tock (5 June 1983)
Stay (Faraway, So Close!)
(This song just seems to ring very true for me at the moment. I don't know why, it just does, and I'm finding myself quoting it without even realising it)
Green light, seven-eleven
You stop in for a pack of cigarettes
You don’t smoke
Don’t even want to
Hey now, take your change
Dressed up like a car crash
Your wheels are turning but you’re upside down
You say when he hits you, you don’t mind
Because when he hurts you, you feel alive, don’t you?
Is that what it is?
Red light, grey morning
You stumble out of a hole in the ground
A vampire or a victim
It depends on who’s around
You used to stay in to watch the adverts
You could lip-synch to the talk shows
And if you look, you look through me
And when you talk, you talk at me
And when I touch you, you don’t feel a thing
If I could stay
Then the night would give you up
And the day would keep its trust
And the night would be enough
Faraway, so close
Up with the static and the radio
With satellite television
You can go anywhere
Miami, New Orleans, London, Belfast, and Berlin
And if you listen, I can’t call
And if you jump, you just might fall
And if you shout, I’ll only hear you
If I could stay
Then the night would give you up
Then the day would keep its trust
With the demons you drowned
With the spirit I found
And the night would be enough
Three o’clock in the morning
It’s quiet and there’s no-one around
Just the bang and the clatter
As an angel runs to ground
Just the bang and the clatter
As an angel hits the ground
So we didn't go looking for my new computer this afternoon. Mum's going to go down by herself on Wednesday afternoon ... or we might go after school. I'm not sure I want Mum running around doing it by herself, mainly because she's computer illiterate, and also it's going to be my computer so I don't want things to get muddled or to end up with something I don't want.
I discovered this on a U2 MB I go to. It's a verse from an as-yet-unreleased U2 song called Sometimes You Can't Make It On Your Own, and apparently Bono sung this during One at the first Slane Castle concert in 2001 (the second concert is the one appearing on the DVD, and I NEED a bootleg of the first).
"You think you're so tough
You think you've got the stuff
You're telling Me and everyone you're hard enough
You don't have to put up a fight
You don't have to always be right
Let Me take some of the punches for you tonight"
There are some days when I really wish Bono was my father. I mean that fully seriously, because those lyrics are EXACTLY what I needed to hear. It's so simple and yet so profound. When I read it, this feeling ... an indescribable feeling just hit me. Read it as if it's from God. I can't explain just what it means to me, it's one of those really personal things you can't put into words. But it's like this answer from God to all these prayers I've prayed over the last ... while. I've just got to stop trying to do things myself, and give it over to God. It sounds terribly cliche, I know, but it's true.
And more lyrical greatness I discovered tonight on the Popmart video (may not be accurate because it's off memory);
"Do You hear us coming Lord?
Do You hear us call?
Do You hear me knocking,
Knocking at Your door?
Do hear me coming Lord?
Do you hear me call?
Do hear me scratching,
Scratching at Your door?"
I'm convinced I have the best mother on the planet. I feel so blessed to have such a wonderful mother. Take this example: the latest phone bill had +$300 in local phone calls alone. Did she tell me? No. The only reason I know is because I overheard her mention it to Alan. The phone bill is my fault - I wracked all that up trying to connect to the Internet when I was having all those problems - but she's not blaming me, not yelling or screaming or putting up a fuss, just taking it in her stride. She's not said a thing to me. She knows that the phone bill has ripped me up and that I feel absolutely terrible about it, and so she's just not mentioned it.
Now if only Dad could be as great as Mum ... if he was the recipient of a bill like that, he'd yell at me for hours and ban me from the Internet for the next couple of decades.
--- 10:20pm ---
I am the King of Procrastionation. All weekend I've had schoolwork to do ... and I haven't done it. The only pressing matter is my speech competition speech. The first draft sounds good enough, and I'll finish it tomorrow.
Honestly, I don't really care though. Debating is where my passion is, not public speaking. The speech competition is so rigged (well debating at the high levels is biased towards inner-Brisbane schools too), and the adjudicators are crap. The people who we think shouldn't win always seem to win. For example, this one moron in 2001 who rambled on two and a half minutes over the time limit - which should've meant an instant loss - made it through to the next round, and I believe he actually went on to come third. Or when I made the final in 2000, one of the adjudicators came to me afterwards and said I should've won. Sam was there, and he said one of the other adjudicators had taken an instant dislike to me the second I had a satirical go at school principals, so that's probably why I lost. Some people have NO sense of humour.
And public speaking isn't exciting like debating is. There's no fun of the rebuttal ... it's all scripted and terribly rigged and I don't really care. I don't care if I come stone motherless last. I'm just going to go in there, do my rant on reality TV, and see where I end up. The only reason I really have to want to win is one-upmanship. Haha, I'd like to beat Natasha. She's won the public speaking awards lately, and I've won the debating ones. I don't suppose she'd like me taking the public speaking awards off her. It's all she ever wins lately. She was Dux until I came along (and now I'm not even Dux). In fact, speaking of Dux, allow me to make a selfish rant here. Chantelle won Dux last year instead of me, and I was cool with that - Chantelle's a really nice girl and she deserved it. She tries a heck of a lot harder than me, that's for sure. But this year, Mitch could win, and that would piss me right off. This absolute arsehole is acing everything relating to maths or physics, and it irks me. He won a scholarship to the university I want to go to in a maths competition earlier this year (which I also competed in). Sometimes, I don't understand why God gives gifts to some people (and I bet some people say the same in relation to me). And Mitch is best friends with Danny, who is the definition of a flaming moron. He makes me sick. He really does. Whereas Mitch could beat me any day in an arrogance or egotism war, Danny could beat ANYONE in a flaming moron war.
Bah. That's my rant. I'm tired and that's crappily worded. Oh well, I don't care, I'm going to bed.