I'm Special

I'm special. In all the world there's nobody like me.

since the beginning of time, there has never been another person like me.

nobody has my smile. nobody has my eyes, nose, my hair, my voice. I'm Special.

No one can be found who has my handwriting.

nobody anywhere has my tastes- for food or music or art. no one sees things as i do.

In all of time there's been no one who laughs like me, no one cries like me.

And what makes me laugh and cry willl never provoke identical laughter and tears from anybody elsa, ever.

No one reacts to any situation just as i would react. I'm Special.

I'm the only one in all of creatoin who has my set of abilities.

Oh, there will always be somebody who is better at one of the things i'm good at, but no one in the universe can reach the quality of my combination of talents, ideas, abilities, and feelings.

Like a room full of musical instruments, some may excel alone, but none can match the symphony sound when all are played together. I'm a symphony.

Thorough all of eternity no one will ever look, talk, walk, think or do like me. I'm Special. I'm rare. And in rarity there is a great value.

Because of my great rare value, i need not attempt to imitate others. I will accept-- yes celebrate-- my differences.

I'm special. And i'm beginning to realize it's no accident that ui'm specail. i'm beginning to see that god made me special for every special purpose.

 He must have a job for me that no one else can do as well as i.

Out of all the billions of applicants only one is qualified, only one has the the combination of what it takes.

that one is me. Because... I'm Special.

There are different kinds of people in  which people categorizes themselves according to traits, characteristics and mannerisms.. Lets see whta kind of warrior are you...


I've choose Coffee Klatch...




heres my description why i choose her...
>>> i saw a coffee on the table..
>>>for me, I consider a conversation with others as a social gathering, i want to talk even a simple topic in a coffee shop or somewhere which is comfortable to sit on..
>>>i'm fond of people who are chatty {sometimes i consider it noisy} like me..
>>>beyond all, I always say thanks to those people who shared their lives & time with me.
>>>i'm hungry....hmmmmm cake...

Here's another description.. but this time to klatch's
>>>For Coffee Klatch the discussion forum is a social gathering - like Mah Jong or Wednesday morning canasta club. Coffee Klatch prefers a friendly, chatty environment and almost always limits her participation to non-technical forums. Whether inadvertently or by design, Coffee Klatch prepares the battlefield in her favor by making it soggy with pleasant, but vapid messages - her favorite phrase often being, "thanks for sharing". This renders the battlefield rather slow going for swifter and more powerful Warriors. CAUTION: If war does break out she will shed her benign facade and attack mired Warriors without remorse.


Heres the gateway to Flame Warrior site..

http://www.flamewarriors.com


Comments are allowed... don't be shy...

i discover something new at Sto. Domingo when i visited my cousin there. i saw
a group of  hip-hop'ers near the seashore.. one of them is my niece... they called their group LBS which means "LITTLE BROWN STYLE" these people could dance hip-hop & can rap. They also have a group for teens which is named "TBS or TRUE BROWN STYLE", And for the teenagers "BBS or the BLACK BIBLE SOCIETY".  they dance very well... next time im going to take picture of them..

Music is a prophist art among the gifts we had.

hath sent to us by God.

one of the most magnificent gifts that we must forever keep.

music is the fourth great material I need.

first was food.

second was the shelter & Clothes

& Learning/knowledge was then the third.

Music awakes my soul.

lifts me high & wings me to soar above the sky.

With subline descue & hits me to bispeck the diety.

Music is well raid to be the spuch of angels.

Though every pulse the music stoles.

And violin communion the soul, wrung from the coyet breast

the imprisoned sigh & kindled capture in the coldest eye.

music wishes me away from my soul the dust off everyday life

& bring me to different kinds of world...

lifted me to face the world of means.

In th germ,when the first trace of life begins to stir,

music is the nuse of the soul,

murmurs in the ears.

the childrenships,the stone companions of their dreams

as they are the world on which we lives

we loved music for buried hopes,

grammered our  memories.

tender the feelings

that can summon @ a touch....

 

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