there was an event, it was dark and gloomy, possible even spooky… it was like a crisis,.. almost like a middle age crissis matter thiingyy…. anyway, the event consisted of a paper, not any ordinary paper; toilet paper.. its funny how imaginatiton and events draw you to toilet paper.
Event. I literally just got this one. Maybe this is a glitch? Whatever. I would like to attend an event soon. It doesn’t matter what, preferably a happy event. One where smiles are always in view and music fills the space.
An event. What exactly can I describe as an event that i have recently attended? I honestly have no idea. I haven’t really been anywhere recently. And those stupid event thingies on facebook are so annoying. But I am excited for the events that i’ll go to when i find myself. eventually.
Every well planned event begins with an idea. That idea then blossoms into a theme that theme then turns into an event. When it’s well thought out and planned an event can create a lifetime of memories. Planning events can be a multi-million dollar business
It was lying out there over the horizon. He could feel it coursing through him for all these days. These days on the road that made all of the past seem just one pin prick. A balloon reaches its limit. It’s time to begin something new.
The 2ne1 concert was simply amazing. There were so many people there that were all different that came together to see a unique band perform for the first time in the states. It was crazy to see how many people supported them.
you have a big day today
hope you got some rest
don’t be scared
or nervous
or frightened
please come out of you hiding spot
my arms are open little one
nothing will happen
i’ll stay with you
after today your life will be changed forever
looking into your eyes
she’ll cry tears of happiness
and you’re eyes will meet hers
as she slowly approaches you
soft skin
you smile
she smiles
and a white blanket gently covers her
and you
you straighten yourself
your hands meet
and from here on
my love,
you are together-
you’ll never be alone.
oh, sweet love.
Suggests a myriad of plans and arrangements. Filo-fax organisation. And I’m thinking of binders and files and manila envelopes. And suits and black and white dressed people.
But a real event, like a volcano erupting, or a storm gathering, is sudden, spontaneous, unplanned and unpretentious. Like a truth being told. Or a confession.
And instead of the pop of champagne corks, there’s another pop. A gleeful sigh of release. Somewhere within.
Today my last first day of school. I don’t know how I feel about it yet. I helped freshmen get to their classes, and hugged many people I hadn’t seen over the summer. I was in a daze, though, and lacked the motivation to be excited about the upcoming year, or what will follow.
This is an event. This point in my life which i never expected to happen. This can be a Sh*t. When someone rejected you or disregarded you and never talked to you. You can call it an event.
There was a very big event in the house today. There were streamers on the front of the house, balloons on the porch, a big big banner in the dinner room. I’d forgotten what occasion it was until…
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” they shouted.
“But it’s not my birthday,” I gasped.
It was a day i would rather forget. Everything that could have gone wrong had gone wrong. My boyfriend texted me he wasn’t coming. My best friend turned up drunk and to top it off my dress has been covered with mud from the horse and cart. I hate weddings.
An event that will shock billions will happen in the next few days. An event so large, it’ll change the construct of the human mind. Awe Struck you all will be.
The last event she saw her parents was her birthday. She blew out the candles and opened her gifts, but then she glanced at where her parents supposedly stood and there was nothing. He favorite event was ruined, she was parentless. She rarely liked her birthday after that, she preferred other events.
The event wasn’t just an event. It was THE event of the year. The only one where he was allowed to show his face and not be judged, Judged by the world that tried to hide his face all year. The face of a sexual beast trying to hide his inner beauty
There were ripped up ticket stubs littered on the floor. She walked slowly through the event room after the hurricane had passed through, after the screaming people had left. After the flashbulbs dimmed.
He was at her side. They weren’t holding hands. There was already something connecting them, something quiet. The makeup had been scrubbed off her face. Her hair was limp, flat, no more hairspray. There was a bus waiting for them outside, to whisk them to the next nightmare, but for now the evening was their own.
“One day,” he said to her, “one day, I will give you this place in gold.”
I’ve got a minute to describe to you the event that changed my life.
When how can I do that in a minute, when in that half of a second, everything changed.
My life flashed before my eyes.
Time stood still as I saw the hurtling lump of machinery spin through the air, tossed like a rag doll from a grumpy monster, heading right towards my passenger seat.
I wish it had inched right, just a little bit more.
But my time’s up, and you’ll have to put the finishing touches on it yourself.
There was an event going on at the school. I had walked past it hundreds of times. The school, not the event. But every day nothing happened. It stayed the same. The same dull, brown brick school with 2 thousand teenagers mulling around inside. But not today. Today, there was an event.
There was an event once. It didn’t last that long. Hence it was a short event. Not that I don’t like short events they are nice and short. Long events on the other hand are sometimes quite boring. I don’t like long events.
She saw the event invitation on her Facebook and froze. How could he possibly think I would ever go to his party after what he did? She thought. And yet she found herself allowing her mind to get swept away by the temptation of what could, what would happen if she went.
what is an event? people usually use it to denote that important persons are going to be there, at least in my country. I don’t like it for that reason.
And tonights main event, ladies and gentle, I present to you, my magnificent penis! That’s right, through the marvels of science and a little black magic, it is alive, it is giant, and it will do battle in the arena for your entertainment. Please remember to wear your glasses to avoid being blinded by the lasers and use the plastic tarps to keep dry!
i miss all family events. i feel so alienated, being away at therapeutic boarding school, like the crazy sister who everyone wishes would go away. i know they dont think that, or at least they dont admit to it, but it still hurts to hear their inside jokes and laughter about things i know nothing about.
we finally arrived. it was completely dark, but it didn’t really matter; the smell was enough. you could smell the excitement. whatever the fuck excitement smells like was all over this place. i knew that it was going to be incredible.
As soon as I was let into the room everyone stood up, staring straight at me.
I gripped onto my father’s arm, willing myself not to fall over and make a fool out of myself.
It was finally my big day. But something wasn’t right.
In the event that i can not see you again I want you to remember that I care about you so much and I am sorry that I am not there to say goodbye to you for the last time be safe and never forget.
Ah, event, life changing or not. For years I worked in Events and I miss it so, now more stable, less travel for the sake of the wee one. But making shit happen, seeing it come together onsite, everyone happy, stoking people out – that’s what I liked doing. That is what I miss. Some day I will get back to events, I hope.
there are many different events that happen in this world. So are bad some are good but in every era there are chains of events that happen. So might not make since because we haven’t really studied them.
The event was held friday night, where it rained the entire time. People smelled really bad, like wet dogs almost. I will never go to an event like that again, I dont like that founky sh**.
there was an event, it was dark and gloomy, possible even spooky… it was like a crisis,.. almost like a middle age crissis matter thiingyy…. anyway, the event consisted of a paper, not any ordinary paper; toilet paper.. its funny how imaginatiton and events draw you to toilet paper.
Event. I literally just got this one. Maybe this is a glitch? Whatever. I would like to attend an event soon. It doesn’t matter what, preferably a happy event. One where smiles are always in view and music fills the space.
An event. What exactly can I describe as an event that i have recently attended? I honestly have no idea. I haven’t really been anywhere recently. And those stupid event thingies on facebook are so annoying. But I am excited for the events that i’ll go to when i find myself. eventually.
Every well planned event begins with an idea. That idea then blossoms into a theme that theme then turns into an event. When it’s well thought out and planned an event can create a lifetime of memories. Planning events can be a multi-million dollar business
It was lying out there over the horizon. He could feel it coursing through him for all these days. These days on the road that made all of the past seem just one pin prick. A balloon reaches its limit. It’s time to begin something new.
The 2ne1 concert was simply amazing. There were so many people there that were all different that came together to see a unique band perform for the first time in the states. It was crazy to see how many people supported them.
That’s the main event! The coming attraction! The moment we’ve all been waiting for!
you have a big day today
hope you got some rest
don’t be scared
or nervous
or frightened
please come out of you hiding spot
my arms are open little one
nothing will happen
i’ll stay with you
after today your life will be changed forever
looking into your eyes
she’ll cry tears of happiness
and you’re eyes will meet hers
as she slowly approaches you
soft skin
you smile
she smiles
and a white blanket gently covers her
and you
you straighten yourself
your hands meet
and from here on
my love,
you are together-
you’ll never be alone.
oh, sweet love.
Suggests a myriad of plans and arrangements. Filo-fax organisation. And I’m thinking of binders and files and manila envelopes. And suits and black and white dressed people.
But a real event, like a volcano erupting, or a storm gathering, is sudden, spontaneous, unplanned and unpretentious. Like a truth being told. Or a confession.
And instead of the pop of champagne corks, there’s another pop. A gleeful sigh of release. Somewhere within.
Today my last first day of school. I don’t know how I feel about it yet. I helped freshmen get to their classes, and hugged many people I hadn’t seen over the summer. I was in a daze, though, and lacked the motivation to be excited about the upcoming year, or what will follow.
This is an event. This point in my life which i never expected to happen. This can be a Sh*t. When someone rejected you or disregarded you and never talked to you. You can call it an event.
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this is the same one i did a couple of minutes ago. I can write the same things or make it different. bla bla bla bla… bla. bla bla…
There was a very big event in the house today. There were streamers on the front of the house, balloons on the porch, a big big banner in the dinner room. I’d forgotten what occasion it was until…
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” they shouted.
“But it’s not my birthday,” I gasped.
My brother attacking a poor, dtefenseless little boy was a horrific event. It brought shame to us.
It was a day i would rather forget. Everything that could have gone wrong had gone wrong. My boyfriend texted me he wasn’t coming. My best friend turned up drunk and to top it off my dress has been covered with mud from the horse and cart. I hate weddings.
An event that will shock billions will happen in the next few days. An event so large, it’ll change the construct of the human mind. Awe Struck you all will be.
The last event she saw her parents was her birthday. She blew out the candles and opened her gifts, but then she glanced at where her parents supposedly stood and there was nothing. He favorite event was ruined, she was parentless. She rarely liked her birthday after that, she preferred other events.
The event wasn’t just an event. It was THE event of the year. The only one where he was allowed to show his face and not be judged, Judged by the world that tried to hide his face all year. The face of a sexual beast trying to hide his inner beauty
blast
party
fun
meeting
people
music
drinks
joy
There were ripped up ticket stubs littered on the floor. She walked slowly through the event room after the hurricane had passed through, after the screaming people had left. After the flashbulbs dimmed.
He was at her side. They weren’t holding hands. There was already something connecting them, something quiet. The makeup had been scrubbed off her face. Her hair was limp, flat, no more hairspray. There was a bus waiting for them outside, to whisk them to the next nightmare, but for now the evening was their own.
“One day,” he said to her, “one day, I will give you this place in gold.”
I’ve got a minute to describe to you the event that changed my life.
When how can I do that in a minute, when in that half of a second, everything changed.
My life flashed before my eyes.
Time stood still as I saw the hurtling lump of machinery spin through the air, tossed like a rag doll from a grumpy monster, heading right towards my passenger seat.
I wish it had inched right, just a little bit more.
But my time’s up, and you’ll have to put the finishing touches on it yourself.
There was an event going on at the school. I had walked past it hundreds of times. The school, not the event. But every day nothing happened. It stayed the same. The same dull, brown brick school with 2 thousand teenagers mulling around inside. But not today. Today, there was an event.
There are a lot of events at my university. Want to know a really cool upcoming one? Bill Nye is coming next month (yeah way)!
Events are all I really write about in journalism — I guess it’s because they’re really easy, or I’m just good at them. :p
There was an event once. It didn’t last that long. Hence it was a short event. Not that I don’t like short events they are nice and short. Long events on the other hand are sometimes quite boring. I don’t like long events.
She saw the event invitation on her Facebook and froze. How could he possibly think I would ever go to his party after what he did? She thought. And yet she found herself allowing her mind to get swept away by the temptation of what could, what would happen if she went.
what is an event? people usually use it to denote that important persons are going to be there, at least in my country. I don’t like it for that reason.
And tonights main event, ladies and gentle, I present to you, my magnificent penis! That’s right, through the marvels of science and a little black magic, it is alive, it is giant, and it will do battle in the arena for your entertainment. Please remember to wear your glasses to avoid being blinded by the lasers and use the plastic tarps to keep dry!
you and me
i miss all family events. i feel so alienated, being away at therapeutic boarding school, like the crazy sister who everyone wishes would go away. i know they dont think that, or at least they dont admit to it, but it still hurts to hear their inside jokes and laughter about things i know nothing about.
we finally arrived. it was completely dark, but it didn’t really matter; the smell was enough. you could smell the excitement. whatever the fuck excitement smells like was all over this place. i knew that it was going to be incredible.
Raks mom asked me about our meeting. I just lied that event didn’t happen. But I like that event that mom asking about that.
I took a deep breath. Here we go.
As soon as I was let into the room everyone stood up, staring straight at me.
I gripped onto my father’s arm, willing myself not to fall over and make a fool out of myself.
It was finally my big day. But something wasn’t right.
In the event that i can not see you again I want you to remember that I care about you so much and I am sorry that I am not there to say goodbye to you for the last time be safe and never forget.
Ah, event, life changing or not. For years I worked in Events and I miss it so, now more stable, less travel for the sake of the wee one. But making shit happen, seeing it come together onsite, everyone happy, stoking people out – that’s what I liked doing. That is what I miss. Some day I will get back to events, I hope.
The events of this past weekend have me jumbled today.
there are many different events that happen in this world. So are bad some are good but in every era there are chains of events that happen. So might not make since because we haven’t really studied them.
party food drinks people family friends birthday graduation choir band
its a noun.
its something that happens at a given place and time.
people make events to for bdays , weddings and other important things.
The event was held friday night, where it rained the entire time. People smelled really bad, like wet dogs almost. I will never go to an event like that again, I dont like that founky sh**.