It's another New Year, yet the world seems like its changing for the worse.

Certain people and organizations try to make people think that nothing is wrong, however.  They try to give a false sense of security.  Yet, dig down deeper and you will find.

Learn from the past and the mistakes that others did, lest you be doomed to repeat it once again.

Yet dont dwell in the past or you wont see the future pass you by....

The Return

"A ringing bell echoed, in the distance," said Pudgy. "The end, for now."

He glanced at the other orphan children sitting around him. The frightened orphans all sat in silence. One little girl spoke up, suddenly
.
"Pudgy, is Santa still alive," asked a shy, little girl.

The shy, little girl had her hair in two ponytails and wore an old, cream dress that looked as if it was two sizes too small for her. A few of the other orphans gathered behind her. They looked worried and wanted to know too.

"We won't be able to sleep until you tell us. So, you better tell us, Pudgy," warned Hope.

She stood in front of a chubby boy. She placed her hands on her hips as she stared at him. She looked upset. The chubby boy smiled at her in response.

"Don't worry," said Pudgy.

She was still intent to know the answer to her question, though. All the children did.

"Santa never dies. Who do you think is ringing the bell at the end of my story," replied Pudgy?

His answer still did not explain much to Hope.

"But, how?" asked Hope.

Pudgy interrupted as he covered her with another blanket.

"It's a secret, Hope. Maybe, I'll tell you later," said Pudgy. Now, please sit
down next to the others, and I'll tell y'all another story."

Hope was reluctant, but she joined the other children huddled around Pudgy, in a loose circle.

"Once upon a time there was this magical black bird that couldn't fly anymore," said Pudgy. "He watched the other birds fly in the sky every day. He tried to flap his wings to join them, but he still could not fly. This made him sad."

Some of the children looked sad, too.

"Awww. Poor bird," commented one young, boy. "He should live with us. We'd take good care of him."

Some of the other children agreed.

"The magical black bird promised himself that he would try to be a good bird, so that one day God would let him fly again," said Pudgy, "I think he even used to help bring presents to kids that Santa couldn't get to in time."

WHOOSH THUMP THUMP THUMP

Loud sounds came from somewhere above them, suddenly.

"It's the boogeyman," whispered Hope.

All the children huddled closer together for safety. They looked frightened.

"No, I think its Santa Claus," replied Pudgy.

The other orphans watched Pudgy look toward another large room down the hall. They were all huddled behind him in a great room of an old orphanage.

"We'll wait here. Tell us when the coast is clear, Pudgy," Hope whispered.

The other children agreed with her.
Pudgy walked slowly towards the other large room down the hall and disappeared. He was only gone for a few minutes, but it seemed as if it were several hours. Several whispers came from down the hall, but they were not sure who was doing the whispering.

"Who's Pudgy talking to," wondered Hope.

The rest of the children crept to the other large room and noticed a mound of wrapped presents in the center. Pudgy faced an open window and stared at something in the darkness.

"Was that Santa, Pudgy?" a few of the children asked.

"Um, yeah. He had to go, but he dropped off some presents," said Pudgy.

"Are you crying," asked Hope?

Pudgy wiped away his tears with the sleeve of his shirt.

"The window was open and the wind blew some stuff in my eyes," replied Pudgy. "I'll be okay. Now, let's see what Santa brought us."

The excited children ran to the mound of wrapped presents that scattered the floor of the large room.

Some distance away, a priest walked into the dark shadows of the night. He clenched a small, silver bell in his hand....

"The nature of the beast" written by me

Tonight was a very strange night.

After attending a parent-teacher conference, we were headed off to pay a bill at a store nearby.

It was then, that the traffic came to an abrupt stop ahead of us.  We stopped as well.  I wasn't sure why the traffic stopped ahead of us and neither did Mae. 

It was when we were about to move forward again with the traffic when it suddenly happened.

SCREECH!!!  BOOM!!!

We got hit from behind.  A white minivan came suddenly on the driver's side and hit us on the driver's side again.  I think it was hit by a car that was behind it and it was spinning when it hit us.

Thank the Lord we weren't hurt or hit worse.

Mae, our two little daughters and I were okay.  The other people in their cars involved weren't so lucky.  They were all severely or critically injured and taken away by ambulances.

"Are you okay?"  shouted Mae.

"Yes, I think so," I replied.

I think I was more in shock and numb than anything.

We checked our little daughters as well.  The older one was crying but they were both okay too.

This incident really made me think. 

"It could have been worse," I thought.

Our car had severe collision damage in the rear and driver's side.  Yet, we were safe and intact inside.

We ended up later at home safely. 

We gathered close to each other and prayed.  We thanked God.

God was watching over us tonight.  He protected us and kept us safe from any harm, once again.

Thank you, GOD....

i'm so excited!!

WOW after almost 25 yrs I have finally went one week, without smoking. It feels wierd but doing it.

 I am married and yet find my self stil looking around for my first true love, dont get me wrong i still love my spouse but would really enjoy knowing my first love is doing good..

Hi - I recently made contact with some of my cousins on myspace.  Being that it's been more than 10 years since I've seen these people it felt good to come in contact with them once again however it feels weird.  You may have thought you had a great relationship with them when you were kids only to find out that wasn't the case.  As adults you find out how they really felt about you.  The pain that some felt and the things that have happened since then has now surfaced.  WOW is all I could say.  Happy to know them again, sad to hear the truth but moving on as always....

Family is suppose to be the rock of who we are.  Sometimes this is not true.  Sometimes you become a different person, a person who has to form a family with those who love you unconditionally...

Hey I went to great american yesturday and now im hella burnt .............. It wasn so fun

Just joined in this website.  I would love to meet new friends all over the world. 

Well, my name is Tim Vaeena, i'm from the village OFU manu'a ,if any of you r from of'u villiage holla................ I'm reside in california now, I used to live in Seattle washington,
I live in Oklahoma, i live in Teaxs,also in Dallas. It was fun while it last.

The lord is my sherpard,i will not fear anything,
I am here to find a new friends or girl friends.
I had enough of the white girls or mexican girls too.
I rather stick to my own race.................lol.

 TO ANYONE WHO, MAY FEEL LIKE NO ONE LISTENS, NO ONE HEARS, OR NO ONE GIVES A DAMNED? HAVE I GOT NEWS FOR YOU... LIFE? IT'S OURS, WHAT WE DO WITH IT, IS ENTIRELY UP TO US.. PEOPLE COMPLAIN, IF OTHERS TALK ABOUT THEM,AND PEOPLE COMPLAIN, IF NO TALKS ABOUT THEM.. WHAT IS IT THAT THEY WANT? LOL. ATTENTION, FROM THAT CERTAIN SOMEONE, OR JUS' FROM OTHERS IN GENERAL. FOR ME? I COME FROM, HONOLULU, HI, I AM SAMOAN,GERMAN,CHINESE, AND SPANISH, MY LOVE FOR MY SAMOAN CULTURE IS SO,  I DON'T KNOW HOW TO EXPLAIN IT, - THOSE PEOPLE IN MY PROFILE PICTURE, ARE MY, NOW ADULT CHILDREN, AND BECAUSE WE WERE NOT RAISED IN  OUR SAMOAN CULTURE, MY  CHILDREN, AND MYSELF FIND IT, KINDA EMBARASSING, NOT TO BE ABLE TOO SPEAK OUR NATIVE TONGUE. IT'S BEEN A DESIRE OF MINE SINCE I WAS YOUNG, BUT DUE TO THE DIVORCE OF MY PARENTS, (AND MY FATHER BEING THE ONE WHO SPOKE  SAMOAN) I FEEL THAT IT, WAS A GREAT LOSS FOR BOTH, MY CHILDREN AND MYSELF. I'M IN A RELATIONSHHIP, WITH A SAMOAN MAN, WHO REFUSES, TO HELP ME LEARN, MY NATIVE TONGUE, DON'T ASK ME WHY, BUT I'M SURE , I KNOW THE ANSWER LOL.

IF ANY OF MY FRIENDS OUT THERE ARE WILLING TO HELP, OR SEND ME, SOME LANGUAGE NOTES, THAT WOULD BE, FOR ME? A DESIRE FED, AND A SOUL CONTENT.. SO WHETHER, PEOPLE SPEAK, ABOUT YOU OR, NOT, BE HAPPY THAT YOU CAN SPEAK.. SOME AREN'T ABLE TOO..

            &nbs p;               ;                             & nbsp;             &n bsp;             &nb sp;        THANKS TO ANYONE..

            &nbs p;               ;                             & nbsp;             &n bsp;             &nb sp;      WILLING TO SHARE THE SAMOAN

            &nbs p;               ;                             & nbsp;             &n bsp;             &nb sp;      LANGUAGE, FA'SOI'FUA, FIATOA63

hey everyone who reads this well im half samoan half white ......... I have two sisters and no kids  .........I'm 24 and I'm in college ....... well my day so far was hella boring but what can u do

"Why tell me you love me,when you love someone else"

"Why tell me you love me,when you love someone else"

To All of You my Sistas & Uso ;

   Ou te fa'atalofa ma fa'afeloa'i atu ia te outou uma ile Agalelei ma le Alofa Tunoa o le Atua le Tama ,le Alo ma le Agaga Paia. May the Grace and Peace of our God the Father,the Son and His Holy Spirit be with each and everyone of you my Bothers and Sisters.

  My name is Peter (Pete) Ilaoa from the village of Leone,Am.Samoa. My father is Pu'avai Ilaoa and my mother is Katerina Tua'olo Ilaoa from the village of PagoPago. If any of you reading this and realizing we're related , God Bless You ! But to you who aren't ,God Bless You MORE ! Don't wanna get moded in tryin' to chat (or flirt) with a teine 'aulelei a , ae find out e tausoga (related)!

But in all seriousness , I would like to check out all of you from that side of the world (with all due rsepect). I'm totally aware of our existing and ongoing Samoan Custom and Culture being implemented and utilized within your communities there because it's very much well and alive over here in the Mainland ! Just wanna here from you of the Happenings and the Social Events or actually the life there , Us in the Mainland ... no work ... your homeless! That's why God Blessed us with BIG FAMILIES/AIGA , if you ever get near that situation or ready to push that Panic Button , you call or go see addy , Mommy , big or little Brother/Sister,Uncle,Aunty,Nephew,Niece and Cousin (did I miss anyone?) to lean on . Sorry folks ,gettin' kinda silly here, but it's kind of the way it actually is here. Oh ! I did forget to mention one main problem/crisis we're having right now ... Our Country ,State(California) and City(San Francisco) are all " BROKE " Have any of you ever before , have gotten an IOU from the Government in lieu of your Tax Refund ?So much for the " LAND of the  FREE " , OK I think I've bored you folks enough , like I asked earlier, would anyone care to share of what goes on that side of the world ? 

  Ia Alofa ma Fa'amanuia atu Le Atua ia te outou uma ... May God's Love and Blessings be with you ALWAYS !

My Pele, you're everything to me, I miss you like a heart needs a beat...We have our moments, but that doesn't stop me from falling in love with you every waking day...You bring out the worst and beauty in me, that no one man has ever done before. My heart is in your hands & with that I am definitely yours.... *He is my PELE**sighs*

THANKS HATERZ FOR MAKING ME FAMOUS, OH I FORGOT I DON'T FUCC WIT HATERZ

Love is as much of an object as an obsession, everybody wants it, everybody seeks it, but few ever achieve it, those who do will cherish it, be lost in it, and among all, never... never forget it.

The Holidays are at hand, I cant help but think of the events and people of the past.  Some good and some not so good.  I also know we cannot change the past no matter how much we wish or try to do so.  It is done. It can never be changed.  So, why waste time or regret?  Learn from the past and do not repeat the parts we may regret.  Also dont dwell in the past or the present and future will pass you by unnoticed.

I turn and see the future and its slate is clean, though.  It is Blank.  Waiting for new events, and new memories to be written. New faces, as well.

I still welcome old and familiar faces of the past while I'm on my journey.  As long as they dont keep me or remind me constantly of the past.  Like I said, it is done and can never be changed no matter how much we try.  The door to the future is open like an open book, though.  It is waiting for me to write the next chapter in it....

Written by: me, of course