Wake Up Call Ringtone

wake up call ringtone
  • A ringtone or ring tone is the sound made by a telephone to indicate an incoming call or text message. Not literally a tone, the term is most often used today to refer to customizable sounds used on mobile phones.
  • A sound made by a mobile phone when an incoming call is received
  • Ringtone is a 2010 Malayalam film by Ajmal starring Suresh Gopi, Bala and debutant Megha Nair.
  • Internet Leaks is the third EP from "Weird Al" Yankovic. It was released digitally on August 25, 2009, although all of the songs were initially released as separate digital singles between October 2008 and August 2009.
    wake up
  • awaken: cause to become awake or conscious; "He was roused by the drunken men in the street"; "Please wake me at 6 AM."
  • stop sleeping; "She woke up to the sound of the alarm clock"
  • Wake Up! is an album by UK alternative rock band The Boo Radleys, released by Creation Records in 1995.
  • An instance of a person waking up or being woken up
  • Shout out or chant (the steps and figures) to people performing a square dance or country dance
  • Cry out to (someone) in order to summon them or attract their attention
  • Cry out (a word or words)
  • a special disposition (as if from a divine source) to pursue a particular course; "he was disappointed that he had not heard the Call"
  • a telephone connection; "she reported several anonymous calls"; "he placed a phone call to London"; "he heard the phone ringing but didn't want to take the call"
  • name: assign a specified (usually proper) proper name to; "They named their son David"; "The new school was named after the famous Civil Rights leader"
wake up call ringtone - Wake Up!
Wake Up!
Wake Up!
Musical powerhouses John Legend & The Roots present Wake Up!, eleven profoundly evocative songs pulled from the soulful music of the 60's and 70's all with an underlying theme of awareness, engagement and consciousness. The album is highlighted with familiar tracks like "Little Ghetto Boy" by Donny Hathaway mixed with more obscure selections like Baby Huey and the Babysitters' "Hard Times". Wake Up! also includes one original composition, John Legend's "Shine," which is featured in the upcoming documentary Waiting For Superman.

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CHAPTER UNOOOOO ! I reached my hand out and grabbed a bright, brown crayon. I colored the hair of the gilr in my book. I may be a 16 year-old but, i still love to color. With my best friend by my side, nothing could go worng. Well, i have a secert. Besides the fact that hes a guy, i have secertly liked him for a while. Ever since i saw him i knew that he was the one. Yet, he has a girlfriend and sadly he hasn't EVER given me a chance. But hey, it's okay if he doesn't like me. I mean i have a boyfriend right now, even though i wish it was Mike. Tragicly, i know that i won't even get that chance. It's not like i want it anyways. He had just left, to be with............ Her. Sometimes i wish that he and i would be together, together...... forever. But, right now i'm jsut fine minus the fact of how many times i have cried over him. Few times i had dreams of him. And today, i died(not really) with him. Tommorrow, i know i won't ever see him again. Tommorrow, he will never see me again. For from this day foward i will forever HATE him. Sigh, i wish there could be another way to get over him. Another way to finally get him to notice me. Another way to make him fall in-love with me. My phone went off. His ringtone of course. I spoke in a quiet yet haooy sounding voice. "Hey," A long pause accorded. I could feel him breathing though the phone. "________ , whats worng with you? You've been avoiding me lately and i don't like it one bit." "oh....... you noticed......" "Yes, ________ i have," he sighed "Why won't i notice if my best friend was avoiding me?!" "Why not?" "________ Stop being a smart-alec, anwser the question!" End Chapter One CHAPTER TWOOOOO ! It all rushed to you so fast. You didn't know how to react. What to say. Or what was gonna happen next. As of this point you were scared of what was gonna happen next. Was he gonna break into your house? Through your front door? Your bedroom window? Your roof? The wall? who knew WHAT was gonna happen next. but all you knew was that it was gonna be bad. and BOOM your window was shattered into pieces. you could feel tears burning your eyes. breathing was coming closer and closer. as your heart beat raced faster and faster. all you could think of to do was run. Run far far away. but your two feet felt as if they were glued to the floor were you stood. As if you would never move again. As your thoughts got worse and worse. So did your raising blood pressure. Then the next thing you knew the room was spinning. As it turned pitch black, as all your memories raced through your head. White light appeared as your eyes had begun to slowly open themselves. You tried to move your head but it hurt to much. Icy chills hit you went you felt a cold hand touch yours. when you looked to see who's hand that was. You didn't even need to look. You knew that it was Your boyfriend, Brent hands. "Hello" you said as you tried to force a smile onto your face. "how long have i been in here?" "only 2 days" "what... how..." "i'm not sure _______ but right now i don't think that that is our biggest problem," his head turned. Yours followed to see a sleeping Mike. "What is he doing here," you thought "why would he be here. i thought, i thought he was upset with me... i thought he was gonna..... kill me........" staring down to ground was the only thing you could down. For if you looked up your eyes would lead you to look at Mike. alot of questions rushed through your mind. some were about mike and others were about what happened. how it happened. who did it. why they did. and such. but the one question that you couldn't get to leave your mind was; "Should i break up with Brent?" why it was there. you don't know. the anwser, even harder. End Chapter Two CHAPTER THREEEEE ! "______?!" Brent had said. You slightly moved your head towards him so he knew that you were listening to him. "I was very worried about you while you were here. Same with Mike. I stayed here everyday and i never fell asleep once knowing that if i woke up, you might not be there. Mike on the other hand tried to do the same, but i guess since he was here before me he was so tired out he might of just fell asleep." A half smie appeared across your face. Sadly, Bent had to leave. He said that his mom told him that he had to go home to do something for his mother. then right as the door closed you finally said "Mike, i know you've been awake this whole time." "_____! Brent LIED to you. He wasn't here the whole time and when he WAS here. He had another girl with him! they were making out and everything. i saw them with my OWN two eyes. he told me not to tell you. But i just couldn't see you get hurt." The look on your face changed quickly. From happine
Another Wild Ride
Another Wild Ride
As many of you know from my photostream and 365, last September I was diagnosed with a Brachial Cleft Cyst, a benign cyst the size of a baseball growing in my neck. The time had come to have it removed. As usual, nothing in my life occurs in an ordinary fashion as you will see in the following tale: I woke up from surgery in my hospital room to what I swear was the sound of whooping. Then, "Dude, are you awake?" "Yeah," I said, blearily taking in our room and determining that the voice came from behind the curtain dividing our room. "My nutsack is swollen up the size of a grapefruit, you gotta see this." The voice, it turned out, belonged to Bob, my roommate, a 38 year old unemployed towtruck driver and body modification aficionado. Tats, piercings, the whole 9 yards. Bob is also a dyed-in-the-wool, card carrying, 100% redneck. Bob also cannot turn off his inner monologue. I liked Bob immediately. I decided that fact when I was jolted from sleep by the ringtone for his phone, a recording of a woman enacting a dramatic and fake orgasm. I complemented Bob on his creativity. "I heard yours while you was sleepin'" he said. "Star Trek or something. You ain't never gonna get laid in here 'less you change that." By the time I had arrived, Bob had been in the hospital 6 days awaiting surgery on his abused and horribly infected penile implant. That was the start of three days of satisfying and horribly dysfunctional male bonding. Within five hours of waking up from surgery Bob and I were hanging out, eating contraband sushi, drinking beer and comparing horrible ex-wife stories. And I learned more than I ever wanted to know about penis implants. 4 am Wednesday I'm again awakened by Bob phone having an orgasm. I looked across the room and found the curtain pulled back. Telltale green monitor lights were reflecting off Bob's nipple piercings. "Don't you feel a little weird when that goes off and your mom calls?" "Dude, this IS my mom." His grin flashed in the semi-dark as he chatted with his ma. Bob was also a naturally helpful guy. He gave me the rundown on what was where, the closest vending machines, where to find the exit nearest the convenience store for more beer and where to find better food. He also helpfully gave his opinions on which nurses I should "tap", often while they were in the room. At one point he crowed, "He's kind of a geek but I know he can please a woman like you!" The next day in a moment of terrified confusion I was nearly wheeled out by Vince, the bald fembot orderly, to have Bob's penis surgery. On Thursday while waiting to be discharged Bob's doctor came in and gave Bob and his mom the news about Bob's surgery. He told Bob that he had reached the limit of penile implant repair technology. The plain truth of the matter is that Bob is hard on his equipment and needs to make a change. "No shaving your genitals, no cock rings, no penis pumps, no blow up dolls, no masturbation and no sex for 3 months," said the doctor. Bob's depression swept the room like a tsunami. "But Doc, I like to keep it clean down there and I gotta crack my stick at least four times a day!" Bob's mom looked concerned. "Bob, I suggest that if you want to keep that you learn a little self control." "I told him," Bob's mom chimed in, "I said Robert, if you don't leave that thing alone it's gonna fall off. Now you done it!" Then, to my horror, I hear her say, "Steve, how'm I gonna keep Bob from beatin' off?" This was a first. "Bob," I asked, "Do you remember Smokey the Bear?" "Yeah," said Bob and mom at the same time. "Only you can prevent your cock from falling off!" I intoned in my best deep, growly voice. Eventually, after much handshaking and hand sanitizer I was collected by Vince, the orderly, for discharge. Vince is a short, Asian fellow, shaved bald a cue ball, has a voice like by third grade math teacher and is flamboyantly gay. As we were waiting on the curb for my ex to pick me up, Vince was all fidgety. I asked him what's up? "Girlfriend,' he piped,"are you okay from here on out?" I allowed that I was. "Great, I gotta see a guy a bout a horse." Either Vince was gambler or I'm not up on my gay lingo. As I rode home with the ex-harpy, a nasty 6 inch incision in my neck with pain and numbness gnawing away at me i was hit with a stunning realization. There's a lot of shit that's horribly wrong with my life. But in looking back at the last 3 days, it's a life that's uniquely mine. I mean I could have got an old guy with feet problems as a roommate. Instead I got yet another experience that I will keep with me my whole life. Weird shit abounds around me and I absolutely love it. I realized that I love my life. Now give me the fucking vicodin.

wake up call ringtone
wake up call ringtone
Wake Up
Jonas Elrod was leading an ordinary life until he woke up one day to a totally new reality. He suddenly could see and hear angels, demons, auras and ghosts. The documentary Wake Up follows this fascinating story of an average guy who inexplicably developed the ability to access other dimensions. With his loving but skeptical girlfriend by his side, Jonas crisscrosses the country as he searches for answers and delves deeper into this thrilling world of the phenomenal and spiritual. Wake Up is a call to consciousness to everyone who sees it; an invitation to accept that there is more to this life than meets the eye.