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2007-09-14 19:34:39 by imagedrew_ti

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Hows the serenity?!!! Needing Bali/Thai/Sri Lanka style garden statues any suppliers recommended? D.I.Y. Thatch roof, sculptures, water features, water dishes. foot scoop thingys? ( What are they called???) , enough buddas already...wall hangings etc or D.I.Y.? Also love some fragrant smelling flowers - jasmine a must...and the super finest soft grass available ( snow angels bliss under stars...) Thank you!;)

There's a new landscaping nursery just opened up down our way in Dunsborough that could suit all your requests. However, in Perth you might have better luck in Landsdale as most of the larger nurseries are located around there.

2007-04-08 08:00:48 by Looney Girl

Price: $42.00 $41.85

Metal leaf motif with inset glass mirror-piece
Indoor/outdoor use
May be used as decoration or plant trellis

I really thought about helping you out here, just because it would be fun to write. Then I looked at your profile and see that:

1. You answer other people's questions so obviously without care and thought and apparently just for points so you can go ask more questions.

and

2. The people that are gracious enough to assist you or answer your questions most of the time don't even recieve the courtesy of you selecting the "best answer" but they are instead selected by voters.

So instead I decide that if you are not interested in doing the right, then why in the world should anyone be interested in helping you?

2006-11-07 02:00:15 by god

5 Star Sevice -ship back if you don't like -full refund.
Brand New packed box
light Weight Easy to Use

Before you were born, before anyone you knew was born, before history was remembered; there was a rather special family. They could be called royalty, and in fact was known as the Firsts. Their last name wasn’t First, it was Fino it was an appropriate name, meaning dark. There was Aodh that was pronounced “Aid” he was the youngest son at sixteen, Angus he was the oldest youngster at nineteen, and Ailis who was the very youngest at fifteen. Those were the children of Eilis and Ciar Fino. If you had seen them walking down the street you would have thought them a bit odd, but that’s it. You would never guess what they were, but if you did you would just hope that you didn’t run into them when they were arguing, which was what they were doing that night.
The last son strolled across the threshold and past the sculptures and garden knickknacks that his mother liked to collect. Aodh stopped by the largest sculpture and looked at his house with a smile on his face. The house was called Domus of Diabolus; it was named by Ciar and meant The House of the Devil in Latin. It was four floors high and built out of dark red bricks, that tonight were made even darker by the amount of rain. He continued up the stairs as he stood on the mat he shook out his hair; hoping to get some of the rain out of his black hair. He got to the knocker, but he ignored it and twitched his hand and the heavy wooden doors flew open. He navigated to house passing spacious, ornately decorated rooms, and flowing staircases that lead to the upper levels, at last he reached the large dining room that – like most of the rooms in the house – they never used. Just like the other rooms it was expensive and fancy, even for a family in the sixteen hundreds. When Aodh arrived they were already around a beautiful cherry wood dining room table that held a crystal bowl of multi coloured candies with matching wooden chairs. The maroon carpet beneath their feet was soft and inviting, as was the dark stained wood paneling that was on the walls, that made to room open in the summer and cozy in the winter, there were the paintings that Ciar had done so long ago of forests and of nature that brightened the room. Aodh stopped admiring the room for a moment and focused on his family, he knew that they could never be or be mistaken for a real family but tonight was one of those times that they really could. They all had pitch black hair, which was – at the moment – tipped with fiery red, and black eyes. That was the night that two innocent, unsuspecting children’s lives were going to change forever. Those two children had never met the Fino family and were sleeping in their soft beds two hundred miles away.
Aodh had called the meeting and although everyone knew what was happening; it was inevitable. There are no secrets in this family, Ailis often grumbled. His eyes swept over those in the room. There was Ciar sitting at the head of the table looking just as calm, and in control as ever, his face was impossible to read, but tonight it looked as if he was trying harder than others to hide his thoughts. On one side of the table, the far side was Angus and Ailis, Angus’s face was furious and disbelieving so Aodh skipped over his brother quickly and looked at his sister. Ailis was looking acceptant and happy...no, it was stronger? Excited? What could she possibly be excited about? His eyes followed around the table to Eilis, his mother for a long time was taking her natural place at the foot of the table, on his right. She reached for a yellow candy and was looking depressed; maybe depressed at this unusual news? Everyone was standing waiting for him to arrive; now that he had they all sat down. The meeting had begun. Aodh sat down at his place and put his feet up on the table tilting his chair back and crossing his legs. Getting comfortable, he sensed that this would take a while. Another glace at Angus agreed with that. His eyes wandered around the room before they returned to his father; he was looking expectant. Their eyes locked and Aodh could read Ciar’s thoughts for a moment: We know, son. So what new information do you have to offer?
Aodh broke away from his father’s gaze and prepared to speak. I’ve got to start this somehow, Aodh thought so he just started talking. Later that night Aodh would think back and realize that not one word he had said was a lie, and not one thing that he had spoken was stretching the truth. Ciar had leaned forward and had his head in his hand, a sign that he was thinking, speculating. Aodh had learned that he would not be pushed or persuaded by anyone or anything, his mother was much like her husband; she would listen and then look over the ideas and decide in her own time. Ailis was sitting back; totally at ease and smiling slightly at him, beside her Angus wasn’t so optimistic. He was the farthest from positive; he was staring at Aodh with a murderous glare and, even though Angus normally tried to hide it when he was mad. Now
Now it was in full swing; behind his black eyes there was fire burning steadily and was growing with every passing second. As Aodh began to speak he turned to him, most nights he tried to ignore his brother’s anger, which was normally flaming at something or another, he could feel his own eyes burn up at seeing what Angus was so mad at; the truth. He struggled to keep the begging tone out of his voice, and succeeded to making it an almost undetectable undertone. Almost. Everyone could hear it and listened up; no one had heard him beg or even ask hopefully, he was always so sure and persuasive. But the difference between every other time and tonight was, he had never tried to persuade Angus before.
“Listen to me,” he started, “I’ve watched them; there is something with that girl,” he pronounced it gurl with the accent that they all had, “I’m not sure about the boy,” his brow crumpled trying to remember what he had seen that little boy accomplish.
“Are you saying she is one of us?”
Angus’s sarcastic question brought him out of the past. Aodh looked up and Angus was nearly laughing with the impossibility of it; but Aodh had never believed in the impossible. Angus on the other hand had always had a one track mind; once he made a decision there was no backing down. He also had a short temper, so he and Aodh had often fought over opinions and facts. But tonight they both knew that there would be a fight, and Aodh had vowed to fight to the death.
“Not necessarily,” he continued, the little patience that he had was warring with his desire to get the truth out to Ciar and Eilis, and get them to consider what he had to say before the fight erupted. His patience, or rather lack of patience seemed to be winning, as he raised his voice, “But she has showed some signs; strength and speed beyond the humans,” he could see that Angus was past seeing reason, past trusting him, then again he had passed the latter line long ago. Aodh lowered his voice to a dangerous whisper, he
Aodh lowered his voice to a dangerous whisper, he knew that his eyes and temper were almost as red and as short as the man’s sitting in front of him, “I have seen her summon fire.” Angus’ fists were tightening; his tolerance was practically gone.
“You little liar,” Angus snarled.
“What did you say?” Aodh uncrossed his legs and stood up in less than a second, nearly leaping over the table his face a foot from his brother’s. His face was a mask of shock and anger – the two of them were odd, one minute they could be princes of the secret world of vampires, the next they acted like two children; mad about being called a liar – his voice was even quieter and more dangerous, but Angus surprised him in an abrupt one hundred eighty degree mood swing; he smirked, which was the closest thing to a smile that anyone had ever seen out of him. If you had put a mirror between them there would be no difference; Aodh looked more like Angus’s twin than his younger brother; both of their eyes were
literally burning with anger, both had silky black hair with bright crimson edges that matched their eyes, the red tips were slowly creeping towards the roots as they got steadily angrier. Those were the two things that normally set them apart, but now they made them identical.
“I said, ‘You-’” Angus started to repeat slowly, as if trying to explain something very simple to someone very young and very stupid, but was cut off by a biting word of advice by his younger brother.
“Do you like the way your head is facing? Or would you like me to adjust that for you?” Aodh asked with cold politeness, which was a voice that he only used when he was beyond furious. Angus usually started the fight way before Aodh got to this point, but there was something with him tonight. Usually did not apply to tonight. Angus was even more entertained and answered with an evil grin – tonight was a night of firsts, Angus smiling? That was like “when pigs will fly” – he wanted a fight and it looked like he
Oh, that will come later; I can promise you that, dear brother, Aodh thought. Angus and Aodh, they were a good match, Angus’s pure, raw strength against Aodh’s abilities. From anyone else’s perspective it looked like Aodh was out of control in his rage, but he had inherited his father’s ability to completely cover his real emotions. All Aodh really cared about was finding out the why. The why was what Aodh normally could figure out with ease; but tonight Angus was keeping whatever made him mad just out of his brother’s reach. Just then Angus made the mistake of letting his guard down for a second and Aodh could feel the hole in Angus’s shield; Aodh swooped in and he saw the why; for some reason Angus wanted her dead, while Aodh wanted to keep her alive, to be her protector. Angus tried to switch thoughts to something else, to anything else, but that required mental strength when someone was picking through your mind. Aodh rifled through the thoughts looking for anything about her; when
he saw Angus’s wildest daydream; to hunt her down and force something out of her, prove that she had some sort of power and be proven wrong, which he would never admit to, or the kill her. Easily. That sent Aodh into exactly he looked liked, he was being sucked down in a spiral of rage that he couldn’t escape; he didn’t know why he was reacting so violently but it seemed incredibly important to save her. To teach Angus a lesson, and to show him a small taste of what was what to come; Aodh grinned with pure hatred, that matched Angus’s own – Angus hated it when his mind was invaded – and with that he grabbed his brother’s arms, Angus was lifted out of his chair and off the ground. Aodh didn’t see or even take notice his parents or his sister; all that existed was Angus and Aodh’s power that had served him so well. He let his anger, his fire surge into his hands and then he let the fire go, burning through his brother’s jacket, clothes and finally reach his skin.
“If you will hunt her,
,” he whispered, “I’ll fight for her, brother.” To the death. He sent the last words into Angus’s mind. “I’ll swear with this blood,” he continued whispering even quieter, in a language that no one knew. He pulled his left arm and, still whispering, scratched his right arm. Angus could see the black blood flowing from the slash; his eyes widened in shock he was now seriously worried; a Pledge Scar was grave. A Pledge Scar could physically not be broken; now when Angus acted Aodh would disappear from wherever he was and be in front of him, fighting. And he would probably win. Angus had yet to win simple argumentive fight between the two of them – and the worst that either of them had gotten was a broken arm – when the time came Angus knew he was screwed.
“Peace, Aodh.” The words took some of red away from his vision and as he looked up he saw Ciar, it was his voice that rung out; clear and with the warning he often had to give. Ciar looked stern and fatherly trying to keep his kids
from fighting, Eilis looked no different from before, except there was three coloured wrappers on the table in front of her, she had seen it before and knew that no one would get hurt, yet. Ailis looked concerned and nervous; she had heard the last words. Unless, Aodh sent to Ailis, Angus backs down. I just might have to kill him. But all the same, his expression softened as he let go of his brother, when he looked back at Angus he saw that there were holes in his jacket and his skin was nearly burnt black, Aodh didn’t even realize how mad he was. He turned to his sister; she was agreeable and seemed to already have acknowledged the truth. The most of us took her word for the truth; it was the only thing that could make Angus hesitate, even though Aodh wanted a fight himself he didn’t want the rest of them to suffer for his beliefs. Ailis’s hair had lost all of its red and was now completely black, meaning that she wasn’t as angry as the rest of us; even Ciar’s hair was still burgundy.
“Ally,” he called Ailis’ old nickname; hopefully a sign that he was serious. “Close your eyes and look into my mind,” he instructed, he closed his own eyes and let his mind run over his day of surveillance of the girl; her bedroom was quite cold, she had shivered and she held out her arm and a spark had erupted out of her little hand and had become a flame – it looked like she had done it many times, she was somehow practised in the art the Aodh alone knew – the door creaked open and the flame instantly went out as the boy poked his head in to come to see what she was doing, later she had ran to the store in two seconds which was a ten minute walk, and around midday she had lifted her huge Irish Setter dog into a bathtub with her small five year old arms. Aodh returned to the present and showed each of his parents the same. Their stony faces became a strange mixture of sympathy and almost respect. When he approached his brother, Angus snapped back and refused see the truth.
Aodh shrugged, it was his loss, and faced his parents, which they were in more ways than one. He felt like the cat that had caught the mouse and had outmanoeuvred the other cat. He couldn’t take the silence, and his parents looking at him so intently.
“Well? Do you believe me now?” as he asked the simple question he just noticed that both of their hair had grown slightly redder. “What are you mad about; I just showed you the truth? You have proof. Now, what are we going to do about her?” he rattled off his thoughts at high speed, not bothering to wait for an answer. His parents exchanged glances and once again, at him with that funny expression.
“Son,” his father started, slightly anxious of whatever was on his mind.
“What do you think is wrong with her?” Eilis finished the question bluntly.
“I don’t think anything is wrong with her,” he honestly didn’t. Something had happen though. And for now, even though the question was becoming like a leaky faucet, something, something,
something. What? He asked the tap. Its intelligent response was something, something, something. It could drive a man mad! He told himself that he acted towards Angus the way that he did because he was curious. Aodh had calmed down slightly, but apparently, Angus hadn’t.
“You must admit that there is either something with her or something wrong with you!” Angus called out.
“I will admit that there is something with her. Nothing is wrong with me,” he flared up, he tried to calm down and turned to his parents, “But sadly I have no idea as to what. I intend to find out, though,” Aodh finished brightly
“Do you intend,” Ciar’s voice distorted around the word, “to tell her what we are?” That type of talking was normally reserved for the humans, so now I’m human? Focus, he reminded himself, this is important, Ciar’s voice harsh and mad? So that must have been what was on his mind. Oh. Ohhhhhh... if I want to keep her alive, I’ll have to give up my whole family? Ciar was big on keeping the
secret, but would it be so wrong to tell her what she is? Just last month, Ciar had executed some poor bloke in England for being cut by a partner and forgetting to cover it up. Well, that ought to answer my question, but they’ll come around, right? Angus, would come around in a few decades, but Ciar? He was known as the tolerant, but tough leader that our country had always needed. Tonight he’s sure filling in the tough part. But whatever happened to tolerant? He looked his father in the face and spoke without planning on what he was going to say.
“If I must I will, even if I have to leave all of you,” his words were hard, but once they were out of his mouth it sounded like every so-called truth was a lie. Whatever they were expecting it sure wasn’t that, but the person who was most surprised was Aodh himself. He hadn’t anticipated what he would say, or how true it would feel. They were shocked, especially Angus. Good, God, look at his whole head turn red! His hair was very nearly on
on fire and his face had gone red with embarrassment and fury. Ailis knew one way or another that it would come to this, she simply looked sad that it would come so soon. Eilis looked ready to faint at the very idea of her family being ripped apart. Ciar was hurt the most, but knew that the words that I had spoken, the words that hurt everyone must be heard and the hard truth said.
“Are you sure?” Ciar nearly whispered. His face would melt a heart of stone, but Aodh’s was much harder than mere stone, he didn’t even hesitate; he found out that the easiest and truest way to say this was instinctively.
“Yes,” Aodh answered curtly. Eilis really did faint at these words, she just sank back in her chair and her eyes slowly closed. Angus was ready to attack; his hair became brighter than any crimson you could imagine, he crouched prepared to spring at Aodh, before Ciar and their mother’s limp body.

I'm sorry it's so long. plz read it and add in ur age and gender = audience. rate out of 5

age:14
gender: girl


rating: 4/5

very descriptive! the characters are ones i would want to continue reading about. but it is a lot of stuff happening in a short amount of time. but you have something good here, make some adjustments before you send it to the agent.

good luck maybe i will get to buy it in a bookstore someday!

2009-03-17 15:39:41 by Proud Twi-Hater

Bertrand Mpigabahizi
Geography PAP A3
4-28-08


Field Study # 1
(Temple Emanu-El)


The predominant building materials are light brown cement, dark brown wood, and some foreign marble from northern Syria.
The temple Emanu – El was the first Jewish temple in northern Texas being built in 1875, without the additional work on the original building it would have been in terrible condition but with the better structural work the building looks brand new.
The main colors are dark brown, white and blue.
The Temple of Emanu-El was build over a century ago in 1875, making it 133 years old.
In height the building isn’t that spectacular with most of the building being only 2 floors up , but the length of the building surpasses both of the previous buildings. So in height The Emanu – El does not bring anything special to the neighborhood, but with the fact that it goes on for miles it certainly has something alluring to its name.
Like most modern church’s the architectural features does not hold a torch to the medieval church’s that litter southern Europe and east Africa. It was built more like a outside high school with many rooms and hall ways.
Unlike the Islamic mosques the Jewish temple is littered with images of the holy figures and scenes from the Old Testament.
The temple is located in a busy intersection surrounded by shopping centers, schools, malls, and hundreds of streets.
There is a school that in height surpasses the temple in the east ward and there is also a medical center in the posterior of the property.
Together with the school and the center it does have a presence in the busy area but it loses some shine from the near by mall and many shopping centers and schools.

For more information you can check out the Temple’s web site:

http://www.tedallas.org/index.html









Field Study # 2
( Dallas Masjid )


The Frisco Masjid is absolutely beautiful and the diverse building material certainly helps give the building the allure that helps attract so many visitors. It is predominantly made out of colored brick, cement, Egyptian marble and foreign materials from India and east Africa.
The main building is considered old to some people being little bit under a half a century years old , but if you ever have the chance of visiting the mosque it looks like it has only been standing for two or three years. It’s truly in a healthy condition looking finer then buildings only standing for a couple of years.
The main colors are blue , brown and green.
The main building was built in 1968, but other structures have been constantly being built ever since.
The size is beyond imagine, it sky rockets out of the ground and surpasses almost every building in its surrounding areas.
Like most mosques in both the Middle East and around the world this building is littered with impressive architectural features and designs, from painted towers to eerie columns this mosque leaves little to the imagination. Other then towers and columns the building also has a huge dome the erupts out of the core of the building.
Like many mosques the Dallas Masjid does not show off many symbolic pictures or paintings of Muhammad or God, but do have hundreds of paintings of angles and symbols in both the exterior and anterior of the building.
Inside the main property the building is surrounded by lush gardens and a protective brick wall that circles around the anterior…..but on the outside of the property there are busy streets and many residential neighborhoods.
There is no other building or structures surrounding the mosque except the brick wall that circulates the building.
Other then a near by sky scraper, the mosques dominates the surrounding area which only consists of residential neighborhoods and busy streets.

For more information you can check out the Mosque’s web site:

http://www.masjidalislam.org/index.htm










Field Study # 3
(Celebration Centre)


The Celebration Covenant Church in Frisco Texas is made out of two prominent building materials red brick and white cement .The bricks beautifully make out the columns of the church and the minor roof, while the cement makes up the rest of the building.
The structural condition is very sound , only being built a couple of years ago (6 years ) the building has not yet experienced the harsh conditions some church’s in Europe and other areas have gone through having being been standing for centuries
The main colors are light brown, dark brown , and blue .
.The church it self was built in May 19th , 2002 in Frisco Texas but the original plans for the church were made around the mid 90s by pastors Keith and Shelia Craft and the original CCC team .
Where the church is located it is the biggest man -made structure second to the Frisco library, so comparing it to other buildings it’s a pretty outstanding size. But by 2010 after the present day church is upgraded it will pass the size of the Frisco library and many other buildings in Frisco.
The church has some outstanding architectural features in its present form with brick columns and many glass openings. But by 2010 when the church is upgraded, many historic sculptures, cathedral like towers and numerous columns will be added that it even will rival some off the great church’s standing today.
The Celebration Covenant Church is more of a modern church and does not display any symbolic icons on the exterior of the buildings expect a glass portrait of the Christ.
The church is located near busy streets, gated communities, vacant green lands, and shopping spaces…..if it wasn’t for its noticeable size the church would be washed out into its diverse background.
Other then the main building there is a medium size building nearing the exterior of the church, and a sports center in the far left.
The Celebration Covenant Church is the dominant man – made structure in the area the only thing that out shines it is the Frisco library and depending where you are looking at a main high in the far end of the region.

For more information you can check out the Church’s web site:

http://www.celebrationcovenant.com/main. htm


PICTURES


Temple Emanu – El


Dallas Majisid


Celebration Centre