what is the question? Whether to turn left or right, to carry on or go back. Whether you are in the right job, have friends, money etc. It is whether you are happy.
Whether or not to do. It really is something many people struggle with. Go ahead or chicken out. Be prudent or just plain reckless. Think about the advanttages and disadvantages or simply just go with your feeling. There’s more to it just a simple choice.
Whether or not I’ll think of something interesting to write is a problem, here. I mean, i could talk about weather, but thats a different word, even if it does sound the same. Speaking of, the weather is pretty good at the moment!
wow. I’m always at a crossroads it seems, always caught between a rock and a hard place and all those other phallus like terms. I’d like to choose something broad. There’s a fear of losing, of the unknown, of not giving it my all and really ending up with the boring end of the stick. I hope this is not the same situation. But honestly, I never really know whether or not.
Whether you like it or not, shit happens. It’s not about whether it happens or not, it is about choosing how it should happen or why it should happen. Shit will come and go whether you like it or not.
I didn’t know whether to slap him or to kiss him. Both would leave a hot sensation upon his face. But only one would release a sting that I needed to wipe that dorky smile off his face. So I slapped him, his eyes opened wide to receive the kiss that followed. Now that dorky smile grew bigger.
Can’t decide whether to stay or go. Buy or sell, write or quit. I’ll just carry on as long as I can. Decisions are final and have consequences and define us. Time to start making the right ones so that they can in turn create the right me.
The boy ran along the edge of the lake. “WOOSH!” he shouted as he pushed his little toy boat along through the shallows. If I wasn’t a crocodile, I might have thought whether or not I should kill the kid. But I only felt hunger, and an instinct to lunge, and he drown between my vice-grip jaws.
Whether i like it or not i am going to do it. You may ask me what i may write. that is just irrelevant. You see a lot of things go through a persons mind Whether it is just some fancy idea or just a random memory. Well ideas just dont come to your mind like that.. But every now and then a memory always flies by.
whether or not you believe it to be true, we are not in control. the whole premise of control is power, and we are beings who want power, we want to be in control. whether that is full power or not doesn’t matter, we just want in, as little or as much as that means.
“I can’t decide whether you should live or die!” the Master sang along with his all-around studio. Ruling the world would be so boring if there weren’t any tunes playing once in a while.
He saw his co-ruler standing by the window-sill, gazing at some Toclafane passing by their craft. The Master made a small smile at the human standing there. So smart yet so… primitive.
He turned down the music for a while and brushed up against his co-ruler from behind and whispered “Isn’t it good? The whole world in the palm of your hand? Taking control of /everything/?” he punctuated the last word with a small lick from his partner’s ear down to the neck. The Master gained a small shiver from his partner and he smirked.
“All this will be ours and ours alone,” the Master stepped back and turned up the volume a bit. “Unless that Sherlock character and the Doctor find a way to stop us,” he added with a scowl.
“Oh, don’t worry,” he heard that pleasing Irish accent that somehow made him feel aroused. “Sebby might find a way,” Jim turned around and they were close enough that one nudge would make them kiss. The Master clenched his fists and his eyes fluttered closed.
A small chuckle came from Jim and pecked the Master on the cheek. “I love it when you do that. Makes me feel more…” Jim pulled the Master closer for a rough kiss. “…In control,” he finished.
He may have been a little dazed from the kiss, but Jim was still able to shove the Master against the wall and kiss him more roughly. He was able to take off both their upper clothing before they pulled back for air. The Master’s pupils were clearly blown wide. Jim snickered.
“You’re such a virgin, aren’t you? Since when was the last time you had sex? A hundred years ago?” he joked with another playful peck.
“Oh, no. I’m just a little rusty at this. Wait ’til I take it to the bedroom,” the Master said with a wicked grin on his face.
I have really bad block right now. i dont know why. maybe its cos i dont really have and angst or problems in my life. i guess i’m not complaining; back to college tomorrow. i’m sure there’ll be plenty to write about.
a choice between two things. You have to decide. Its so often mis spelled and confused with the rain outside your window. there is no way you can decide…you just must choose whether you want one thing or another. Its such a fork in the road and that’s what I like about it.
I don’t know whether to accept the fact that I love you, or pretend nothing’s happening. I don’t want to waste my time on something that’ll probably never happen. I’d rather have you as a friend than nothing at all. That’s what you are to me. So whether I accept the fact or not, that’s all you’ll ever be.
whether i want it or not, i have to. i can’t look back. whether nobody knows or not i have to. this is what i want, whether i close my eyes towards it or not.
Whether or not you do something doesn’t and shouldn’t matter to other people. Whether or not they care also shouldn’t matter. All that matters is whether or not you’re going to do it.
whether or not you like it or not, the earth is getting warmer. People change and people cause changes and the weather is in the center.The warmer it gets the more creatures die and its humans that are responsible. Whether its weather or whether its water, were in it together, and that means forever.
Whether or not the time is now or never! I must begin my journey so that eventually I will know whether or not it was worth it. There’s nothing in my life that has worth right now.
Whether the weather is nice.
Whether the weather is bad.
I’ll stand by you
If you’re happy, if you’re sad.
Whether you love me
Whether you hate me
I’ll give you my heart
for you to do what you please.
Just please, decide whether or not you want me.
Whether or not I will survive is foremost in my mind. I look around and watch the faces that surround me. Are they with me or not? Can I count on them for help? Am I all alone?
The bell chimes. The faces look to me for some indication of what they should do. I nod.
“Whether or not you believe me is up to you,” He turned back to look at her. “You just have to trust me.” Her body was shivering and then she gulped. Reaching out her trembling hand she grabbed a hold of his. His hand, solid and assuring, clasped hers. They both took in and let out a deep breath, then stepped up and leaped off the cliff.
Whether you know it or not. Ha! A weather forcast on a whether (?) kind of season. Whether you can see it or not, whether it shows in your cirmcumstances or not, whether you believe it or not- it is REAL.
I couldn’t decide whether or not this was worth all the effort I had gone through to get it. Looking at my current situation, it was clear that it likely hadn’t been. The walls, covered in ancient wetness, lingering and clinging to the stalactites and stalagmites; the cold chill running up my spine. I had managed to find it, but I had also managed to get myself into a position with no form of escape.
I had to decide whether or not to trust him. He looked like an angel but I knew his intentions were devilish. I had been here before. That slight smile in the corner of his mouth. The sweet words. The kind gestures and compliments. Trust a past love or possibly regret it later.
Does anybody think about the possible outcomes? About what it could entail? Sure, you can do this, I don’t mind, really. It doesn’t matter whether I like it or not, it is your choice. Having said that, I really think you ought to think of the consequences. We can’t afford to lose again.
The problem with me, I am indecisive. the problem with the world, it needs you to pick and choose. The problem with decisions is you are always left wondering how the other alternative would; WHETHER your life would have been so different if you had chosen the other one…
Whether the weather is good or bad, we can weather the weather. Why? Whether we are together or a apart, whether the skies are blue or grey, whether my sights are set on the horizon or the floor, bacon exists.
when I was younger I always spelled whether like weather. I would confuse my teachers, and friends who read whatever I wrote. And even though i knew it was wrong, I kept doing it. Maybe I just forgot… or maybe I was just so excited to get out what I had to day that I didn’t care how wrong it was..
Whether someting happens or whether it doesn’t does not really matter. What people whine about is what happens on a daily bases. Whether it is useless to whine or not that is up to you.
He stayed placid, choosing to stare at his hands rather than act. And that was, in fact, his decision to make. He had the freedom to do anything or nothing at all.
But he would never, ever be able to forget the screams and the blood. Whether or not he chose to see and hear.
Whether it’s right or wrong I will do it! it’s non if your business stay out of my way or
what is the question? Whether to turn left or right, to carry on or go back. Whether you are in the right job, have friends, money etc. It is whether you are happy.
Whether or not to do. It really is something many people struggle with. Go ahead or chicken out. Be prudent or just plain reckless. Think about the advanttages and disadvantages or simply just go with your feeling. There’s more to it just a simple choice.
Whether or not I’ll think of something interesting to write is a problem, here. I mean, i could talk about weather, but thats a different word, even if it does sound the same. Speaking of, the weather is pretty good at the moment!
whether the birds chirps goodbye
whether the sunsets behind your bare shoulders
the flowers in my heart still bloom when i see you
wow. I’m always at a crossroads it seems, always caught between a rock and a hard place and all those other phallus like terms. I’d like to choose something broad. There’s a fear of losing, of the unknown, of not giving it my all and really ending up with the boring end of the stick. I hope this is not the same situation. But honestly, I never really know whether or not.
Whether you like it or not, shit happens. It’s not about whether it happens or not, it is about choosing how it should happen or why it should happen. Shit will come and go whether you like it or not.
I didn’t know whether to slap him or to kiss him. Both would leave a hot sensation upon his face. But only one would release a sting that I needed to wipe that dorky smile off his face. So I slapped him, his eyes opened wide to receive the kiss that followed. Now that dorky smile grew bigger.
Can’t decide whether to stay or go. Buy or sell, write or quit. I’ll just carry on as long as I can. Decisions are final and have consequences and define us. Time to start making the right ones so that they can in turn create the right me.
The boy ran along the edge of the lake. “WOOSH!” he shouted as he pushed his little toy boat along through the shallows. If I wasn’t a crocodile, I might have thought whether or not I should kill the kid. But I only felt hunger, and an instinct to lunge, and he drown between my vice-grip jaws.
Whether i like it or not i am going to do it. You may ask me what i may write. that is just irrelevant. You see a lot of things go through a persons mind Whether it is just some fancy idea or just a random memory. Well ideas just dont come to your mind like that.. But every now and then a memory always flies by.
whether or not you believe it to be true, we are not in control. the whole premise of control is power, and we are beings who want power, we want to be in control. whether that is full power or not doesn’t matter, we just want in, as little or as much as that means.
“I can’t decide whether you should live or die!” the Master sang along with his all-around studio. Ruling the world would be so boring if there weren’t any tunes playing once in a while.
He saw his co-ruler standing by the window-sill, gazing at some Toclafane passing by their craft. The Master made a small smile at the human standing there. So smart yet so… primitive.
He turned down the music for a while and brushed up against his co-ruler from behind and whispered “Isn’t it good? The whole world in the palm of your hand? Taking control of /everything/?” he punctuated the last word with a small lick from his partner’s ear down to the neck. The Master gained a small shiver from his partner and he smirked.
“All this will be ours and ours alone,” the Master stepped back and turned up the volume a bit. “Unless that Sherlock character and the Doctor find a way to stop us,” he added with a scowl.
“Oh, don’t worry,” he heard that pleasing Irish accent that somehow made him feel aroused. “Sebby might find a way,” Jim turned around and they were close enough that one nudge would make them kiss. The Master clenched his fists and his eyes fluttered closed.
A small chuckle came from Jim and pecked the Master on the cheek. “I love it when you do that. Makes me feel more…” Jim pulled the Master closer for a rough kiss. “…In control,” he finished.
He may have been a little dazed from the kiss, but Jim was still able to shove the Master against the wall and kiss him more roughly. He was able to take off both their upper clothing before they pulled back for air. The Master’s pupils were clearly blown wide. Jim snickered.
“You’re such a virgin, aren’t you? Since when was the last time you had sex? A hundred years ago?” he joked with another playful peck.
“Oh, no. I’m just a little rusty at this. Wait ’til I take it to the bedroom,” the Master said with a wicked grin on his face.
clima clouds, sun, trees, raining, happyness sadness, green, wind, cold , white, cold, boil, freezing,
I can’t tell you what wether means, is the seconda time I have to write about this word and I don´t want to. I hope to have another
I have really bad block right now. i dont know why. maybe its cos i dont really have and angst or problems in my life. i guess i’m not complaining; back to college tomorrow. i’m sure there’ll be plenty to write about.
I’m not what means because my English is not the best when I have to guess new vocabulary.I suppose that I could know the meanin
a choice between two things. You have to decide. Its so often mis spelled and confused with the rain outside your window. there is no way you can decide…you just must choose whether you want one thing or another. Its such a fork in the road and that’s what I like about it.
I don’t know whether to accept the fact that I love you, or pretend nothing’s happening. I don’t want to waste my time on something that’ll probably never happen. I’d rather have you as a friend than nothing at all. That’s what you are to me. So whether I accept the fact or not, that’s all you’ll ever be.
whether i want it or not, i have to. i can’t look back. whether nobody knows or not i have to. this is what i want, whether i close my eyes towards it or not.
Whether or not you do something doesn’t and shouldn’t matter to other people. Whether or not they care also shouldn’t matter. All that matters is whether or not you’re going to do it.
Whether the weather is cold or hot, I’m cutting your allowance.
But I’m the weather man! You can’t cut my allowance. If you do, I refuse to continue forecasting the weather.
It rained the next day, and I didn’t know.
whether or not you like it or not, the earth is getting warmer. People change and people cause changes and the weather is in the center.The warmer it gets the more creatures die and its humans that are responsible. Whether its weather or whether its water, were in it together, and that means forever.
whether you like it or not i have feelings for you. i just can’t help it. its not me, its just your stupid freckle just under your left eye.
Whether or not the time is now or never! I must begin my journey so that eventually I will know whether or not it was worth it. There’s nothing in my life that has worth right now.
Whether or not he likes certain things about me, is not the point. Is he in love with me? That’s what I want, and need to know.
Whether the weather is nice.
Whether the weather is bad.
I’ll stand by you
If you’re happy, if you’re sad.
Whether you love me
Whether you hate me
I’ll give you my heart
for you to do what you please.
Just please, decide whether or not you want me.
Whether you like it or not, you don’t choose who to fall in love with.
Whether or not I will survive is foremost in my mind. I look around and watch the faces that surround me. Are they with me or not? Can I count on them for help? Am I all alone?
The bell chimes. The faces look to me for some indication of what they should do. I nod.
The class begins.
“Whether or not you believe me is up to you,” He turned back to look at her. “You just have to trust me.” Her body was shivering and then she gulped. Reaching out her trembling hand she grabbed a hold of his. His hand, solid and assuring, clasped hers. They both took in and let out a deep breath, then stepped up and leaped off the cliff.
Whether you know it or not. Ha! A weather forcast on a whether (?) kind of season. Whether you can see it or not, whether it shows in your cirmcumstances or not, whether you believe it or not- it is REAL.
I couldn’t decide whether or not this was worth all the effort I had gone through to get it. Looking at my current situation, it was clear that it likely hadn’t been. The walls, covered in ancient wetness, lingering and clinging to the stalactites and stalagmites; the cold chill running up my spine. I had managed to find it, but I had also managed to get myself into a position with no form of escape.
whether or not to be what ever it may be. That is the question.
I had to decide whether or not to trust him. He looked like an angel but I knew his intentions were devilish. I had been here before. That slight smile in the corner of his mouth. The sweet words. The kind gestures and compliments. Trust a past love or possibly regret it later.
Does anybody think about the possible outcomes? About what it could entail? Sure, you can do this, I don’t mind, really. It doesn’t matter whether I like it or not, it is your choice. Having said that, I really think you ought to think of the consequences. We can’t afford to lose again.
The problem with me, I am indecisive. the problem with the world, it needs you to pick and choose. The problem with decisions is you are always left wondering how the other alternative would; WHETHER your life would have been so different if you had chosen the other one…
Whether the weather is good or bad, we can weather the weather. Why? Whether we are together or a apart, whether the skies are blue or grey, whether my sights are set on the horizon or the floor, bacon exists.
when I was younger I always spelled whether like weather. I would confuse my teachers, and friends who read whatever I wrote. And even though i knew it was wrong, I kept doing it. Maybe I just forgot… or maybe I was just so excited to get out what I had to day that I didn’t care how wrong it was..
Whether someting happens or whether it doesn’t does not really matter. What people whine about is what happens on a daily bases. Whether it is useless to whine or not that is up to you.
He stayed placid, choosing to stare at his hands rather than act. And that was, in fact, his decision to make. He had the freedom to do anything or nothing at all.
But he would never, ever be able to forget the screams and the blood. Whether or not he chose to see and hear.