In a weekly "test" single people who are looking for a partner ask their mother and their best friend to help.Their mother chooses one partner and their best friend chooses another.The test is to see who can choose the best partner!
This week's single man is Richard Taylor,a 26-year-old musician from Southampton.His mother Meg chooses one girl,and his best friend Danny chooses another.Then Richard goes on a tanggal with each girl.Which girl does he prefer?Who knows him better,his mother atau his best friend?Who chooses the right girl for him?
"I usually work in England but sometimes I work abroad too.When I'm not working I like going to the cinema and eating in nice restaurants.I'm not very sporty and I don't do any exercise,but at least I don't smoke.
I think I'm open and friendly-I get on well with most people-but I'm sometimes quite shy too.For example,I don't like going parties.I prefer to meet friends individually atau in small groups.
I like intelligent,funny women who make me laugh,and ideally who cinta music.Physically I prefer women with dark hair who are not taller than me.And I like women who are good listeners.
I'm sure that my friend Danny knows me better than my family because we often talk about girlfriends and the problems we have.I don't usually talk to my family about that kind of thing.My mum always says that I look for the wrong kind of girl but that's what mothers always say!"
This week's single man is Richard Taylor,a 26-year-old musician from Southampton.His mother Meg chooses one girl,and his best friend Danny chooses another.Then Richard goes on a tanggal with each girl.Which girl does he prefer?Who knows him better,his mother atau his best friend?Who chooses the right girl for him?
"I usually work in England but sometimes I work abroad too.When I'm not working I like going to the cinema and eating in nice restaurants.I'm not very sporty and I don't do any exercise,but at least I don't smoke.
I think I'm open and friendly-I get on well with most people-but I'm sometimes quite shy too.For example,I don't like going parties.I prefer to meet friends individually atau in small groups.
I like intelligent,funny women who make me laugh,and ideally who cinta music.Physically I prefer women with dark hair who are not taller than me.And I like women who are good listeners.
I'm sure that my friend Danny knows me better than my family because we often talk about girlfriends and the problems we have.I don't usually talk to my family about that kind of thing.My mum always says that I look for the wrong kind of girl but that's what mothers always say!"
It’s the color of you
anda always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid from them
With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our jeruk, orange book bags
Were our shields from some of the pain
We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two jeruk, orange crayons
When everyone else was green
Then anda left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
anda were in the jeruk, orange field in the sky
anda always berkata was there.
The jeruk, orange of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though anda left too soon
Orange…
Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone jeruk, orange in the rainbow
Without anda here
I protect my own
Though I wish anda were here
Now jeruk, orange is my color
A color for your bravery
A color for my survival
jeruk, orange will forever be our color
Even though death took anda away
Forever jeruk, orange for you,
Sweet Cassidy.
anda always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid from them
With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our jeruk, orange book bags
Were our shields from some of the pain
We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two jeruk, orange crayons
When everyone else was green
Then anda left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
anda were in the jeruk, orange field in the sky
anda always berkata was there.
The jeruk, orange of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though anda left too soon
Orange…
Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone jeruk, orange in the rainbow
Without anda here
I protect my own
Though I wish anda were here
Now jeruk, orange is my color
A color for your bravery
A color for my survival
jeruk, orange will forever be our color
Even though death took anda away
Forever jeruk, orange for you,
Sweet Cassidy.
Violently, the ground shook,
As the mountain exhaled black smoke.
Overwhelmed, they ran for cover,
Those left began to choke.
Cherished, were the possessions left behind,
Melted and scattered as ash.
Beloved, the children lost,
They couldn’t make a cepat, swift dash.
Darkened, the cloudy heavens above,
Black clouds fell from the sky.
Covered, the people escaping,
With no way out they began to die.
Lost, the souls of the trapped,
A snatched half-chance at life.
Fallen is Pompeii;
Civilisation, cinta and it’s people’s cries.
As the mountain exhaled black smoke.
Overwhelmed, they ran for cover,
Those left began to choke.
Cherished, were the possessions left behind,
Melted and scattered as ash.
Beloved, the children lost,
They couldn’t make a cepat, swift dash.
Darkened, the cloudy heavens above,
Black clouds fell from the sky.
Covered, the people escaping,
With no way out they began to die.
Lost, the souls of the trapped,
A snatched half-chance at life.
Fallen is Pompeii;
Civilisation, cinta and it’s people’s cries.