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How come it seems like no other race of women can rock the KNEE-KNOCKERS like black women ?
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I don't think I ever seen a white, Asian, or Hispanic girl that could make knee-knockers look sexi (ok maybe some Hispanic girls) .....is it just me that noticed that?

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I've only seen them on black women, now that you point it out. Than again, my community is predominantly black. But since I haven't seen it on any other race of women, i couldn't tell you if there is a difference or not. I think they're just more popular where I live than elsewhere.

Is it my bras making it difficult for me to breath when running?
Yes plural, bras! I have big knockers and i have to wear an underwired bra with a sports bra over it or i get sore boobs (not to mention black eyes).

Seriously though, i think they may be contricting my chest or something as i find it hard to take in deep breaths when i run. Any tips?

Wow, I bet! How about this, find one of those wire-free bras with the thick straps and wide band (sold at departments stores like Dillards and JcPenny's). Darn it, I can't find mine right now... but ascetically, it looks like a type of sports bra, but one that is actually WeArAbLly on a regular basis (which hooks on back too, adjustable length for straps). I hate sports bras! They are definitely too restricting! But get your self this type of bra which I am TRYING to explain; I don't doubt that your double-wearing bra-ed body can't breath!! (I think the brand of mine is Maidenform...but it will keep you in place while allowing you to adjust as needed.) Good luck!

How do i attract Ghetto black girls ?
ok please dont think this is a racist question. But im white and i am very attracted to ghetto black women or hispanic ones. Like the real gritty ones in nyc. I dont know why i am but i am. Especially the ones that wear them tight applebottom skintight jeans with their undies showing up from the back with their big botty exploding viciously,, and the big door knocker earing, and the tattoos on their backs and chest.

my question is:
How would a smaller average looking white guy attract women like this. How do i approach them. My black guy friends say not to because i may get robbed or taken by them. But what or how would i gain their attention? I want to stand out...What should i say if i see one on the street? Do they like white boys? how would they react?

thanks please share....i need to experince one of them in life

Just be yourself, ask them out and see what happens. If they are interested in you they will go out. Just realize that some people dont like to see interacial couples so dont be surprised if other black guys and even other white guys give you grief over it.

But also you do need to be careful as like your friend says I have heard tale of many a guy get taken by females. When I say taken I mean lured somewhere and then jumped/robbed. I luckily have never had this happen to me but I have heard stories. I am not just talking about black ones as white, hispanic and other races will also lure guys back to specific places so they can be jumped/robbed.

Sometimes the female might not have anything to do with it but if you go into the ghetto, some neighborhoods are so rough that unless you know someone the guys are gonna try and get you simply because you are new. I heard one story where a guy met a girl and when he took her home he saw all the guys stand up and watch where his car was going. About an hour later he looked out and they were around his car. He went outside and they wanted to fight,luckily he was armed and he was able to get into his car and drive off.

Just be careful and be yourself because acting like someone else so that someone will like you is nothing but trouble.

If I paint my front door black, do I have to get a bigger knob?
.. Or would a knocker suffice?

2 knockers would be best.........definately
and maybe a cat flap at the bottom????

Too fat with small boobs...?
ahrrghh!
(Im 13 :)
every where i go i see people promoting stik figures or hourglass figures with huge knockers!

I just feel so...disproportionate and ugly!
How can I make the most of what I've got (which i dont even know) and feel better?

I dnt know my exact bra size
underbust: 29 "
bust: 36-36.5"

waist: 26
hips:37
SADDLEBAGS!: 37.5-38"
dark brown indian skin.
big brown eyes.
long black hair.
5'6.

What can i wear and do to make me feel better?
What's my bra size?
Thanks..!

Face it , you live in reality. Unfortunately, we all aren't super models. My husband (of 17 yrs.) told me he'd rather have some one with a little meat on their bones as someone who looked like a "stick figure". The sooner you realize that "stick figures" aren't reality the happier you'll be with yourself. No one can be perfect. I am sure you look fine!

I have a dream and i need to know what it means?
i have a dream that i'm a very powerful wizard and i have a partner who is a wolf. i am wear a black hood with a staff that has the world on it. the wolf is black with red eyes his name is clain. we travel the world (which was name loki) helping many people until a evil women takes my power. she had walked up to me and said "tylor do you wish to know more about you" i didn't understand but she was so enhancing. she was 5'9 with long black hair that shined like the brightest star. she wore a long Purple dress. he eyes looked to very deepest part of my soul. i asked her what she meant and she said " i want to show you the true you the one deep inside all you have to do is shake my hand." i felt like i needed to shake her hand and find out what i really was. clain was growling at her and said "tylor don't do it she is evil." i slowly reached out my hand and she took it all the sudden my body began to fill very weak like she was drain everything out of me. the world ON my staff began to decay and rot away until there was nothing left. "if you really are this then stay and wallow in you filthy self ,but if you are what they say you are come to my castle and you True self will be reviled to you." she said as she faded away i told clain to come over and help me up. "so what are we going to do tylor." he said. what do you think we are going to the castle to get whats mine back. we went to the castle and it was amazing.the castle was a smoky gray like it wasn't there at all. the door was golden with a big demonic looking knocker on it. i open the door witch felt like a millions tons. there was a long hallway. i walked down it and i stood in a big room. clain said " tylor say on your guard." i got into a fight stance and walk though the room. we a big man came out of no wher i jump back and looked at the man. he was 6'2. he wore a red coat with black stripes running down the back. he had menatl hands on his hands. "well you really are fast aren't you." he said i asked who he was. he then started to attack me "i am the one that haunts your mind. the fiery flame that burns everything in site. i am the one that is your life i am the true flame of rage." he said. the power behind his attack was unbearable. i started to attack him more and more. but my power was nothing compared to his. his punches kept coming harder and faster. clain started to attack him but was knocked back like a fly. seeing this sent me into a rage i began to attack him without remorse. he scream in a psychopathic way " YES YES BECOME A FIRE THAT BURNS LET IT TAKE YOU AWAY." his punches became stronger and stronger clain then tried to attack him but i ended up attacking him instand he was sent flying by it and i stop cold in my tracks i ran to clain. you ok clain i'm sorry "tylor you need to calm your flame or you're going to burn everything even your self." ok friend lets stop this fight. i stood up and looked at him and he ran to attack me and said "you can never stop the raging flame that is me." as he attack he faded away into nothingness. i cloudn't understand what had happen but a door appeared in front of me "well i guess we keep moving on" clain had said with that we walked threw the door into another room a man stood in a black robe the hood covered his face and you cloudn't see who he was. i asked him who he was. "i am the sadness. i am what you don't want to see i am the chains that bind. i am true fear." he said. everything began to become very dark. the world began to twist and turn into a feild of dead grass. "its your falut the world is gone because of you can you not see that you are the true son of evil. a blacken eyes that stared at theis land as it laugh and killed was yours." he said. the tears flowed like an ocean form my eyes i fall to the ground and said i'm sorry its my falut why i can't i keep something i love. the sadness began to slowly creep inside of me. it was so heavy and it dark i couldn't believe it. "tylor why is it you falut did you really destoyed this land if so then i will always stand beside and supotted you in what you do wheather it be love or hate." clain said. he soft fur bushed against my skins and it felt so warm and careing. i stood to my feet and siad NO THIS ISN'T MY FAULT YES I WAS SCARED YES I WAS ALONE BUT NO MORE I WILL FIGHT TO BEGIN THIS WORLD BACK TO ME." the world slowly came back to life. the man in the all black hood showed his face and smiled as he faded away. another door appered and we wwalked threw it and there she stood the purple dress women. she walked to me and said "what are you really tylor." i attacked her and siad what do you mena i began to attack her more and more "are you really this all powerfull wizard or are you really a coward." she siad as she stiorked me down with one hand. my power menat nothing her was i really this powerless. i was useless. i couldn't do nothing for no one clain stood in front of me and said "he is not a coward he is the most powerful and bravest

it means your ready to start making bibles by hand in one hour each. trust me u wrote alot and dremt alot so really i didnt understand what u said turn that into a book for guys idk how mild or violint or what ever.. but i dont feel like reading it all.. but ok like i said make it a book! or sumtin.. good luck with that hun!!

from da sistas from da hood!!!!! NOT!

My neighbour from hell?
i don't know if anyone can help but here goes these are my neighbours symptons..Constant swearing at people just trying to do their .job. Complaining about everybody and everything. Taking photos of the gardener doing his job then gives him a load of verbal. does not like her neighbours door knockers as she says they are signs of evil. One's a black cat and the other a pixie. trys to cover them up. Does not like people moving her trolley when all we want is to shut the door. Putting slices of bread and also water on seperate occasions in our mail box. standing outside our doors listening to private conversations. Interfering with the mail. Turned over a communal rubbish bin And I'm talking a big one here not the little wheely bins. Told the landlord that we wanted to pay the water bill when we never said anything of the sort. Has driven one neighbour out through her constant noise. Well thats about it we have complained to our landlord they gathered evidence but conviently lost it TWICE.

Believe me, you could have worse neighbours... Interesting thing that about evidence...sounds like God wants you to pray for her...and until you start praying for her nothing will get resolved.
Commit everyday to Him and ask Him for His will to be done in her life..In anticipation of the outcome you could pray and thank Him for what He is doing in her life.

You see, we can't always see what is happening, spiritually. If we see with our earthly eyes we can get stubborn but God loves her as much as He loves you and we do not have the right to judge her or mutter against her ways..God has put you near each other for a reason..you do not say whether you are a Christian but then why would you search for answers unless you knew Him ? Sure, her ways are not acceptable but then neither were we before the Lord Jesus came into our lives
A suggestion ..perhaps you could invite her over for a meal and keep smiling ! A quiet word will often turn away wrath..she might be very lonely or fiercely proud or a combination of both..Either way, be the Christian in her life..treat her as Jesus would. Be a good listener, pray and keep smiling at her..
I'll say a few prayers for you too...God Bless lol x

Please can you help me with my English GSCE Media coursework?
i have wrote an essay about the film Edward Scissorhands but i am not sure it is ok please can you tell me how i could improve it

The film Edward Scissorhands directed by Tim Burton was released at Christmas time in 1991. It was described as being a fairytale. At the time that Edward Scissorhands was released there was the gulf war, people wanted to escape from everyday life. In a fairytale there normally is good and evil and the viewer would expect it to have a happy ending. As it is a Christmas film the viewer would expect it to be a family film, have well known actors and possibly have snow in the scenery.
In the opening credits of Edward Scissorhands it is introduced as a fairytale genre: by exaggeration of oversized door and door knocker. The atmosphere is very dark and spooky. The colours are black and white which could represent bad and evil which can relate to some fairytales, the camera pans up the old stairs in a low angle close up shot. The typography is a large and bold font and some are like scissors. There is background music or non-diegetic sound which is relaxing: like a traditional fairytale would be like. The scissor effect typography emphasises that Edward has scissors for hands. There is make belief images that look very old as there are lots of cobwebs; this gives a spooky effect as if there was a villain. The choir singing in the background is a non-diegetic sound and gives a Christmas spirit. The exaggeration of the large door shows fairytale features as it uses exaggeration which is normally used in a fairytale an example of the is the door to the castle in Cinderella .There are flashing star and heart images which catches guyren’s attention as fairytales are aimed at guyren this links to fairytales.
In the opening scene of Edward Scissorhands the setting is in a room with an exaggerated bed for a little girl as it is a huge bed and the girl is very small. There also is a castle on top of a hill outside of her bedroom window. The atmosphere inside the bedroom is very warm as there is a fire burning, but outside the atmosphere is very cold as it is snowing. The viewer would expect some of these features to be in a fairytale: the fire crackling and snow. When showing the castle it is a low angle, long shot to make the castle look big and far away. In fairytales a castle would normally be big and far away from everyone else and usually the villain would live there. There is diegetic sound of the grandma telling her grand- daughter a story; she begins her story by saying ‘a long time ago’ which is often how a fairytale would begin. The background music is the choir singing which is relaxing and a non-diegetic sound; there is also ambient sound of the fire crackling and the rocking chair creaking which helps to set a fairytale scene.

The grandma’s voice becomes non-diegetic as the camera pans out of the window and the grandma then becomes the narrator. The camera then overlooks the houses in a high angle long shot to make the city seem calm and peaceful. The non-diegetic sound of the choir continues along with the grandma narrating. Snow lays on the roads and roof tops which give a Christmas feeling; this is what the viewer would expect in a film released at Christmas time. The camera zooms in on the castle, and then the camera shot of the castle dissolves into a camera shot of the city. The city no longer has any snow covering the roof tops and roads; Tim Burton uses this technique to show the grandma going back in time to when she was a little girl. The camera zooms out into a medium eye level shot over Edward’s shoulder. As the non-diegetic sound of the choir stops the camera cuts and shows a long shot of a road with very colourful houses with a blue sky. This is very guylike, the grandma is telling the story as if she was a little girl again.
Tim Burton uses exaggeration to show Peg Boggs looking in her wing mirror and seeing a clear shot of the castle which is quite far away from her to be able to see a clear shot of the castle; therefore its exaggerated that Peg would be able to see a clear shot of it from that distance. As Peg drives towards the hill of the castle the viewer see’s a long shot of the hill with the castle at the very top. When Peg finally reaches the top of the hill she walks through a metal fence leading to the castle garden. As the walks into the garden the viewer see’s a long shot of the beautiful garden with topiary hedges, which is similar to Alice in Wonderland with the magical garden. While Peg is walking round the garden uses diegetic sound when she says ‘beautiful’. There is a low angle shot of castle to make the viewer think it’s intimidating and a villain may live inside. The camera angle switches from a low angle of the castle to a high angle shot of Peg, as if she was in danger as it made her look small and vulnerable or as if some was watching her. The oversized door and door knocker is also exaggerated by the size which can also l

It's a good essay but you must must must explain a point once you've made it. Say what effect the technique has on it's audience. That will take you from like a C to a B or even an A.

What do you think of this story?
Please read it until the end and tell me what you think. It's not finished yet and im not sure if i should just give up now because i cant think of anything else to write. Thanks!!

I stared into the window of the shop. Little sticky notes covered the entire expanse of glass. The notes proclaimed advertisements for houses and jobs. Each one screamed at me with yet another garish colour. Job. I needed the money desperately since my rent was two months overdue and I couldn't possibly ask the landlord again for another month of free living. My eyes scanned row after row of sticky notes until my eye rested upon one. It was for a maid. I had to clean a seven bedroom house just east of the town. I looked at how much it paid and did a double take. That much money for a maid! I practically ran inside and completely startled the cashier when I demanded the little pink sticky note. I hastily copied the note, thanked the bewildered woman and sped out. The interview (if you could call it an interview) was tomorrow but already my nerves began to show.

The next morning I scrambled out of my tiny flat and got in my old car. It only took five times to try and get her started; a personal best. I drove east. Although this “interview” was for just a maids job, my heart was still skittering around my chest.

“Jeez, calm down Halie!” I muttered to myself.

I would have turned on the radio to avert my thoughts but unfortunately two weeks ago it had been stolen. Just my luck. I sighed and turned left into the house's driveway. The house was huge and it was no wonder they were paying that much for a maid. I got out of the car and walked across the endless driveway. I gazed up at the huge oak door and lifted the heavy brass knocker. I knocked loudly. The door was opened by a woman probably in her thirties. She had curls of auburn hair that fell to her waist. She was quite tall (she towered over me, but then again who doesn't) and had, unbelievably, purple eyes. She gave me a smile,showing off gleaming pearls for teeth.

“How can I help you? I assume your here for the job?”

“Yes ma'am. Sorry, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Halie Goldman.” I said shakily.

“Oh, well come in please. My name is Lucera. Please follow me.”

I thanked her and wondered. Lucera; it was a name I had never even heard of. I wonder where it originated bec-

“Please, make yourself comfortable.”

My mouth fell to my feet. We were in a room so big I could have fit about five of my flats in to this space. I heard chuckling from behind me.

“Sorry!” I apologized.

Lucera laughed again and told me to take a seat. The rest of the family would be here soon. I appeared to be the first one there and I sat twiddling my thumbs for a while before the second applicant arrived. I nodded briefly at him but that was all the communication we had. Three or four more arrived and sat down in the vast expanse of room. All this hype made it feel like a real interview for a business job. Finally, Lucera popped her head round the door and called my name. I hadn't realised how much I was shaking until I followed Lucera into a slightly smaller room across the hall. Six figures were sitting at a long table facing a lonely chair in the middle of the room. Was this an interview or an interrogation? Lucera joined the six people at the table. Lucera spoke,

“Halie, this is Greyson my husband.”

She nodded to a tall man wearing a grey suit that looked very expensive. He had jet black hair, had a young face and, again, he had strange coloured eyes. They were like liquid gold.

“This is my eldest, Glenard.”

She pointed out a boy who had light blonde hair and eyes the colour of copper. He was classically handsome.

“My next oldest, Primrose.”

Primrose was a stunning girl who had hair of an angel. It was like spun gold. Her eyes were a bright shade of pink.

“Then we have Wray.”

He had hair so black it was almost blue in the light. He was also very pale and his eyes only accentuated his pallor because they were the colour of blood. He sent shivers down my spine.

“And finally we have Enola.”

She pointed to a sullen faced girl who had dark brown hair the colour of melted chocolate. Her eyes contrasted with her pale skin as they were bright acid green.

I felt like a moth amidst a horde of butterflies. If I hadn't been sitting down my knees would have given way two minutes ago. The rest of the interview (yes, it was officially an interview now) went past in a haze. Lucera and Greyson asked me a few questions which, as usual I babbled for too long after they had asked the question but they laughed and even sullen faced Enola . I was told by Lucera to wait outside. We would know who got the job after the last applicants interview.

The wait was a long and agonizing one. I kept remembering the nightmare of last night. My raving landlord was chasing after me with a rake (it was a dream) demanding money. I sighed and massaged my templ

thats really good! it made me want to keep reading!!! why are their eyes so strange? and why do they have such odd names? what are they?? haha keep up the good work :)

p.s. DONT GIVE UP!!!!!! it's great!! you could have an amazing story if you finish this!

Would you read on? How can it be improved?
It's the beginning of a story I'm writing.

A knock at the door jolted me awake. Sighing, I closed my Calculus book and pushed it aside, giving up. So much for trying to get some homework done while the pizza cooked. I groaned internally when I remember that the pizza is still in the oven. Well, ham and cheese sandwiches for dinner again, it seems. Lovely. I’m really not the brightest ray of sunshine when my nap is interrupted.
A few more knocks – louder and faster, more desperate – snapped me back to reality and I rushed to the door, looking through the tiny peephole to put a face to the impatient knocker. But my eyes were still fuzzy from sleep and I couldn’t make out the visitor. Frustrated and sleep deprived, I decided to just ask the poor guy out in the pouring rain what he was called.
“Who’s there?”
“Sara, it’s your father. Now open the door, we need to talk.”
Those few words – simple words, really – were enough to make me stumble back a few steps. Enough to make my hands start to shake uncontrollably and my lips go numb. My breathing was the only thing on my mind as I tried to calm myself. Fear. For his words were muffled and slurred, and I could hear the clanging of empty bear bottles in the background. Fear. For the first time in a long time, I was home alone.
As I heard the gulping down of another beer on the other side, my hands automatically touched the scar on the back of my neck from our last “talk.” It really was lucky how Carrie got here just before – and that’s when I remembered Carrie’s emergency number. Her forcing me to promise her to call her if my dad decided to drop in for another surprise visit, and me denying that was never going to happen. I should have known Carrie was right – she always was right.
I slowly and quietly made my way to the kitchen table, where my phone was sitting idly in the corner. Pleading silently that dad was too drunk to remember he had a copy of the keys, I dialed Carrie’s number. In her kind, authoritive voice, she answered on the second ring.
“Sara, you okay?”
“I don’t know, I – Carrie, he’s here.”
Immediately she was all business. “What do you mean? Where?”
“He’s at the door now. I don’t know how drunk he is, if he remembers the key-“ I stopped suddenly when I heard the gentle creak of the front door. “Carrie,” I whispered in a panic, “He just got in.”
There was a pause. “I’ll call the police.”
“No!” I yelled, too loud. Way too loud.
My dad’s voice slurred from the other room. “Sary honey, can we talk?”
I backed quietly in the kitchen corner, crouching so he couldn’t see me from over the counter. “Sorry. No, no, don’t call the police. They might find out about…just don’t. It’s too risky.”
A pause. “Okay. I’ll be there in 30 minutes.”
I heard a crash from the other room followed by a grunt. “But-“
“I know, but it’s the soonest I can get there. Lyss, you need to talk to him. Just give him what he wants so you won’t make him mad.”
“But last time –“
“Last time you were with him for two hours. That’s a big difference between 30 minutes. You can stall that long, I know you can.”
“Alright, Carrie. I’ll try.” But I sure as hell can’t fail. Talk about pressure.
I heard the phone click and, sighing softly, I carefully slipped it in my jeans pocket.
This is it, I thought. This is when you can finally prove to dad that he can’t ruin everything. That the whole world doesn’t revolve around him.
It was at that moment that the very man himself decided to waltz through the doorway, beer in hand. His messy black hair, slick with grease, was longer than I remembered. But he had definitely gained some weight. His tan skin had smudges of dirt on it, and his big t-shirt was hardly a shirt at all – ripped at the seams, holes every which way.

That's all I have so far. Would you read on? How can it be improved? Thanks.

Well first of all, starting with a character waking up is extremely cliche. I'd recommend trying to start it another way. Then I'm not sure if the pizza burned, does the apartment smell bad, why didn't the smoke detector go off - or did she completely forget to turn the oven on? It's lacking realism, so either give it more importance or take it out.

Take out places where you state the obvious like 'I decided to just ask the poor guy out in the pouring rain what he was called.' When she says 'Who's there' that's enough. The rest is good, although I'm curious why Dad has a key to her apartment since it seems like she lives alone. I'm interested in what would happen next, so as a whole - a good job. Good luck with it!