Born and raised in the Islands, currently surviving (haha) on the North Shore countryside of Oahu-jus across the surf spot called Velzy Land. I work downtown Waikiki, way too much to enjoy the good things in life.
On here for friends, sharing Hawaii with the World-spreading the Love and Aloha of the Islands. Welcome to my page, sharing and leaving a "profile" comment will place you on the top of my friends list-so its kinda like a race and forever changing - probably the one and only time a newbie can be over a level 57 member, lol....if there is anything that I missed-let me know and I'll make the corrections asap....I do check and delete inactive people on my friends list (Sorry) if I did, send me a friend request and I'll gladly add you back!!!
The friends on my "Family" list are very special that do keep in touch and/or have me on their family list. I return the honor of being their friends and having them in that category, please visit/rate/fan/add them.........I will add friends to help on leveling requirements then will be removed after or during special ability bling usage........
I really suck on the Secret Admirer thing so if I got six wrong...lol...send me another try and hopefully I'll get it right and be another one of your stalker/raters or at least get your buzz to a 100%-stay Sweet!!!
This is my Fu-Owner "Gail", it's taken me awhile to get used to being Owned......lol.......I have become Very comfortable and Dedicated to my Fu-Owner-Please Do Not Attempt to buy me or you will be blocked (Sorry)..... Do rate/fan/add my Fu-Owner, give her all the Love you Have=Thanks in advance and Aloha from the Islands!!!
I saw you hug your purse closer to you in the grocery store line. But you didn't see me put an extra $10.00 in the collection plate last Sunday.
I saw you pull your child closer when we passed each other on the sidewalk. But you didn't see me playing Santa at the local mall. I saw you change your mind about going into the restaurant when you saw my bike parked out front. But you didn't see me attending a meeting to raise more money for the hurricane relief. I saw you roll up your window and shake your head when I rode by. But you didn't see me riding behind you when you flicked your cigarette butt out the car window. I saw you frown at me when I smiled at your children. But you didn't see me when I took time off from work to run toys to the homeless.
I saw you stare at my long hair. But you didn't see me and my friends cut ten inches off for Locks of Love. I saw you roll your eyes at our leather jackets and gloves. But you didn't see me and my brothers donate our old ones to those that had none.
I saw you look in fright at my tattoos. But you didn't see me cry as my children where born or have their names written over my heart. I saw you change lanes while rushing off to go somewhere. But you didn't see me going home to be with my family. I saw you complain about how loud and noisy our bikes can be. But you didn't see me when you were changing the CD and drifted into my lane.
I saw you yelling at your kids in the car. But you didn't see me pat my child's hands knowing she was safely seated behind me. I saw you reading the newspaper or map as you drove down the road. But you didn't see me squeeze my wife's leg when she told me to take the next turn. I saw you race down the road in the rain. But you didn't see me get soaked to the skin so my son could have the car to go on his date. I saw you run the yellow light just to save a few minutes of time. But you didn't see me trying to turn right. I saw you cut me off because you needed to be in the lane I was in. But you didn't see me leave the road. I saw you waiting impatiently for my friends to pass you. But you didn't see me because I wasn't there.
I saw you go home to your family. But you didn't see me because I died that day you cut me off. I WAS JUST A BIKER.... A person with friends and a family. But you didn't see me.
Repost this around in hopes that people will understand the biker community.
If you don't repost this, it sucks to be you. I hope you never lose someone that rides.
EVEN IF YOU DON'T LIKE US, PLEASE RESPECT OUR RIGHTS TO RIDE WHAT WE CHOOSE AND TAKE A FEW EXTRA SECONDS TO BE SURE WE ARE NOT IN "YOUR" WAY
My name is Sarah I am but three, My eyes are swollen I cannot see. I must be stupid I must be bad, What else could have made My daddy so mad? I wish I were better I wish I weren't ugly, Then maybe my mommy Would still want to hug me. I can't speak at all I can't do a wrong Or else I'm locked up All the day long. When I awake I'm all alone The house is dark My folks aren't home. When my mommy does come I'll try and be nice, So maybe I'll get just One whipping tonight. Don't make a sound! I just heard a car. My daddy is back From Charlie's Bar. I hear him curse My name he calls I press myself Against the wall. I try and hide From his evil eyes I'm so afraid now I'm starting to cry. He finds me weeping He shouts ugly words, He says its my fault. That he suffers at work. He slaps me and hits me And yells at me more, I finally get free And I run for the door. He's already locked it And I start to bawl, He takes me and throws me Against the hard wall. I fall to the floor With my bones nearly broken, And my daddy continues With more bad words spoken. "I'm sorry!", I scream But its now much too late His face has been twisted Into unimaginable hate. The hurt and the pain Again and again Oh please God, have mercy! Oh please let it end! And he finally stops And heads for the door, While I lay there motionless Sprawled on the floor. My name is Sarah And I am but three, Tonight my daddy Murdered me.