dragon111

ok found it now, up in the corner of the first post

where does it say how old the thread is?

You also are blaming alot on the colour of your skin, but as people keep saying, skin colour does not matter, this can be shown by the many successful people of ethnic minority, even if there was only one successful "coloured" person then that would prove your idea of your skin colour holding you back wrong, if one person can make it so can another, this is about your attitude and not the colour of your skin.

I don't officialy believe in ghosts, but i think i saw one (an invention of the mind probably). I was playing in my street, i was running down the road because we were playing some game in the street, and i tripped and skidded along the road on my knees (miraculously not injuring myself even though it made holes in my trousers). I was looking infront of me, the game was continuing behind me, i saw a man slowly walking accross the road up to my house, i couldn't take my eyes off him because he was a strange looking man, he was quite short and plump and japanese, he was wearing a long purple gown with a swirling pattern on it, i'm pretty sure he also had a moustache that curved up on each side. He certainly looked like he came from a different age. I could hardly believe my eyes, so when my view was blocked as he walked behind a van (and up towards my drive) i ran over to look, and there was nobody there, there was nowhere else he could have gone. I told people about it straight away so that it wouldn't automatically lose credibility. I think it must have been an invention of my mind in the shock of falling (although he walked at a slow pace accross the road so i viewed him for a little while, very conscious not to take my eyes off him in case he disappeared), i don't know. I've dreamt about him before, i've never consciously called upon him. There was one dream where i was in a boat in a swamp full of snakes and my boat was sinking. Just in time i saw this ancient looking boat (which also had a small sail) coming towards me, when i looked to see who was in the boat it was him. I went in the boat with him, perhaps he is my minds idea of a guardian now, perhaps he is real.

indisguisegh, in disguise gh, what is gh?

Football, come on! get real, i know America has a thing about sports, but to me, that would be a waste. My brother is in the British army. It is not all medals and clean uniforms, it is not like that at all. You will be pushed to the limits of your endurance and beyond. You will freeze in the cold, drown in mud, burn in the sun, be eaten by insects, gassed so that you spew, marched day and night until you cant walk. You will be hunted and "tortured" and will hunt and destroy. They will push you further and further and they will show you no mercy. That's how you make soldiers. My brother was leading a small detachment of men the other day on a training exercise, they couldnt locate the enemy for two days. They got frost bite in the hills and when they returned after heavy casualties due to "enemy" fire they stood guarding the queen for tourists. They give you no quarter. My brother is extremely proud to be part of the British army. But remember, there is no glory in war. People die. My brother enjoys the army. Companys will recognise this experience. There are many opportunities in the army. Sure, it's hard, but it has meaning, purpose and brothership. Ignore the films, films are emotional nonsense, war is real, if this is your basis to join the army, you wont make it. Sure, you need a higher calling to make it through, for queen and country or any personal desire and ambition, but don't confuse reality with fiction. (my brother has only served in Bosnia- he'll probably be going to Afghanistan- soldiers get frightened too- but good soldiers are never as frightened as their enemy)

I remember arguing with one of my lecturers because i could see that he was teaching the whole class something wrong in maths, he wasn't taking all factors into account and i proved to him that he was wrong on several occasions by utilising a text book but he didn't seem to understand my argument. He obviously realised his huge mistake when he came to writing the exam paper because he half cheated to give us the answer, he wrote out a question and put some workings in brackets and put it equal to a certain answer, supposedly so that we could write our answers out neater (as a multiple of pie), but in-fact what he wrote made no sense, the two things as he wrote them didn't equal at all, he wrote the workings as he had taught them (wrongly) and gave the answer as it should be, he was obviously relying on the fact that people would take a short cut and use his workings. I did it my way of course.