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Name: Noodle
Birthday: 11/1/1988
Gender: Female
Interests: Analyzing Religion and Philosophy. Politics. Psychology and Sociology. Etymology. Performance and visual arts. Literature. Poetry and Prose.
Expertise: supposedly: interpretive acting, singing, dancing, drawing a certain type of art, piano, guitar, and writing poetry; I have written over 100 poems. However, the key word is supposedly; I have not yet met my standards.
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Other
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Member Since:
9/27/2003
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| Why Girls Shouldn't Cheat On Boys
There once was a guy named Jack who had a girlfriend called Ashley. She was the most popular girl in school. The three most popular guys were Tom, Marcus and Jack. Ashley thought Jack was okay, but she really liked Marcus, who liked her, just like every heterosexual guy at the school. Marcus and Jack were archenemies. Marcus repeatedly stole Ashley away from Jack.
One warm Friday, Marcus asked Ashley out to the movies. Jack was eavesdropping and knew when and where they were going.
Later that night, Jack snuck into the seat behind Marcus and Ashley. Jack watched them put arms around each others' shoulder, then hug... then kiss... then PASH!
"Do you want to come to my place and skip this boring movie?" said Ashley.
"Hell yeah!" said Marcus.
Jack followed the couple home. He watched Marcus and Ashley have sex. Then, Jack ran away home. He didn't want to see any more.
On Monday, Jack didn't come to school. At lunch, all the popular kids at school were having their usual coversation.
"Where's Jack?" asked Tom.
"I dunno, probably crying at home because he didn't get to go out with Ashley last night!" said Marcus. Everybody laughed. Marcus had a way of making people laugh. Only the three of them were there. It felt really weird. Jack had never been away from school in his entire life according to Tom.
"Well I never did really break up with him except by text on Saturday!" Ashley added. Both the guys laughed again. It seemed really weird to have such a popular group with only three people in it that day. But that's because it was no ordinary day.
The next day, Jack didn't show up to school either.
Or the next day...
Or on Thursday...
Or that Friday for that matter.
On Saturday, Tom kept trying to ring Jack to see if he could come over, but his phone was switched off. He walked up to his house and knocked on the door, but there was no answer. Then he remembered that Jack's parents were commercial airline pilots and they had to work every day so they wouldn't be there. He knocked again, but there was no answer. So Tom figured that Jack must be out, however there was no answer for the rest of the day.
He did the same on Sunday, but he wasn't there all day and he knew that Jack was rarely allowed out at night. Especially when there was school the next day. So Tom sadly rode his bike home at 6 which was his last attempt.
The next day at assembly, the principal had told them that this week the year 12s had to stay back for a special assembly. It was their last assembly and they had Block Exams to do. Why did they have to stay back? The whole year was shocked when they saw Jack's mum walk in.
"Kids," she sighed. "I have made a special announcement because one of our school members has died. Yes, I know. You probably all know Jack Halagey. Yesterday when I came back from a stressful flight to Bangkok and back, I searched for Jack, called the police and found his dead body in his closet. They carbon dated it to be about a week old. There was a note next to it, and I suggest that if you do not like these kind of themes that you leave now.
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Some people in the assembly left, but only for religious reasons or the fact that they wanted more study time which they should have been doing for the past 2 months.
"Okay," said Jack's mum. "The note said...
My dearest Ashley,
I watched you at the movie theatre and at Marcus's house and I will continue to watch you. I never thought you would do something like this to me.I really loved you, Ashley. I died for you just like Jesus died for the Christians.
Always with you,
Jack.
Then came the usual tears after that story. The principal walked up to the microphone.
"Thank you Margret Halagey for sharing that sad story with the year 12s. That concludes this week's assembly, year 12 is now dismissed.
Please post this message in 5 places or more, otherwise Jack will haunt you forever. He now watches the mafia as well as Ashley and knows where you all live. He wants you to know about Marcus. He wants you to show you care.
Thanks.
[in loving memory of']
**Jack Halagey**
Born: 29th December, 1992
Died: 4th August, 2008
Still don't believe me? Well here's what happened to my friend's girlfriend. I was at her house two weeks after that happened and we were posting up stupid answers to a blog. Then when she saw this message she blatantly ignored it. The next day at school on that gloomy Monday morning, something excited the whole school. As she was making a speech in front of the class as her English assignment, she collapsed in front of everyone. She had just suddenly died.
[in loving memory of]
**Catherine Morton**
Born: 1st April, 1995
Died: 25th August, 2008
Later on when police investigated, they found poisoning in her sandwich that she ate that day.
After school on Wednesday, my other friend was checking through his e-mail and found this same message. I was at his house for a sleepover. He deleted it thinking it was a stupid forward. He was on a flight to Indonesia the next day. When he got to Jakarta International Airport, they found a form of poisoning inside his bag. When Australian justice found out about this, it was also the same one-of-a-kind poison that was found in that girl's sandwich. Since he was in Indonesia and she also came from Indonesia, he faced trials the next day and on Monday, he was executed.
Two weeks later, Brisbane International and Sydney International airport security went through the records and found that the poison was in fact snuck into the luggage that went on the flight to Jakarta.
[in loving memory of]
**Matthew Grainne**
Born: 28th February, 1995
Died: 1st September, 2008
Two examples of how people ended up dead by not spreading this message.
Something else had also been found relating to the case.
Imeem Music Website
Tuesday 6th January 2009...
haunted (permalink)12:31am
WHEN U R READING THIS DONT STOP OR
SOMETHING BAD WILL HAPPEN! MY NAME IS
SUMMER I AM 15 YEARS OLD i have BLONDE
HAIR ,MANY SCARS no NOSE OR EARS.. I
AM DEAD.
IF U DONT COPY THIS JUST LIKE
FROM THE RING, COPY N POST THIS ON 5
MORE SITES.. OR.. I WILL APPEAR ONE
DARK QUIET NIGHT WHEN UR NOT ExPECTING
IT BY YOUR BED WITH A KNIFE AND KILL
U.
THIS IS NO JOKE SOMETHING GOOD WILL
HAPPEN TO U IF YOU POST THIS 5 MORE TIMES!
[in loving memory of]
**Summer Jones**
Born: 31st March, 1993
Died: 5th January, 2009
So remember to post this on more than 5 places, otherwise you DIE Cancel | | |
| Just saying I'm still alive. haha.
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| ...that you are a mistake I am not going to regret.
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| -Holding onto promises like we hold onto the ashes of our loved ones. and I am
breathing, laughing, living, and moving without you here. There is pain in my
bones and today I woke up and realized it was still another day without you. My
fingers are still tracing your name into the condensation on the windows while I
murmur to you in my sleep, and I am just tired, tired, tired. Were we really
happy? Did we really mean anything? The most you can say by now is that you do
care about me, and you'd touch me so gently, and I'd still feel so safe in your
arms. I promised, promised that I'd stop crying over you, but I can still taste
the saline drawing maps down my cheeks, and we'd still laugh like we meant
nothing, and look into the future like it means something. and it is like
swimming on the bottom of the ocean without wanting to come back alive, and it
is like sleeping without you beside me. and could you feel my heart beating, and
my lungs breathing, when you told me that you were, oh, so sorry? Do you know
everything, by now? Do you understand? and you would look at me so insincerely
while I'd offer my heart to you, but maybe I just want to be rescued.
and a month later, I am still running our promises through my fingers like children thread sand through their fingers while playing next to the beach. the waves ebb in, and out, in, and out. The sand stretches, stretches, and the sky is as white as a dove's wing. I imagine and take a step back, into where we used to be, what we used to be. You always tried to tickle my legs with yours when we were falling asleep together. You used to push yourself out from bed just to embrace me from behind. You used to pick me up when I was down. You would hold my hand when I was scared, saying that you would, that you would protect me. You made me feel as though I were a child again, that maybe, just maybe, I could fly. but my wings are dying without your smiling next to me. and everywhere I go I am still a little scared of finding your face in the crowd, even when you are hundreds of miles away. and I miss you, even when you are right next to me, and I miss you, even when I am laughing, because I want you here to laugh with me. We were under an ocean, and it was like we were not scared of drowning. but you have resurfaced for air, and I am still down here, still wanting. and you would thread my heart with hope every time you knocked, every time you called. You always wanted to know what I was doing, and now that we are apart, you are still laughing. and you are doing fine without me, and you are happy when I am not there. and others say, "whatever, you deserve better." but as the sand is to the beach, you are to me as the stars are to the sky. and when I exhale condensation while I walk alone at night, I remember how you used to sit your arm around my shoulder, and I around your waist. and I always tried to take care of you, I wanted to show you everything, I wanted to be your everything. While the tears blur my vision I am still wishing and wondering what you think now. because I am calling, calling, yet when you pick up I am too scared, and I am suffocating, and I say nothing at all. My phone is closed, and it is like I was never there at all. and I am tired because I know I know better, because I am not foolish, because I have been where I have been. yet, as a frantic dog is tied to a wooden post, my mind is anchored by my heart, and my eyes are bright and my hands are shaking. and you are as cold as lonely snow, and I am missing. save me.
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| I don't know what to say anymore, really. If I'm always gonna feel this way when I'm around you, then maybe I just won't be there at all. Because I hate that I want to love you, want to be near you, want to always be near you. I tried, and I tried...
with the best of me,
I think I really did want to make you happy.
But you want nothing from me.
and I'd still remember sleeping in the same bed
and kissing your forehead.
And we said goodbye
and good night.
No matter what I'll try and do,
is it ever going to be good enough for you?
I'm wasting my heart over this.
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