mainly because its the beatles and its completely random. but i love the beatles and i love being random so well yeah. its so funny and i laughed for an hour and a half. it was amazing and the highlight of my week. if you want to get me a great birthda present then you can get me a hard days night and help on dvd.

lol. sorry this isnt much of a blog i just thought id stop by and say hello.. so hello:)

k bai!

gah i love them

Σήμερα.. Έκανα κλασικό πρόγραμμα εξεταστικής.. Πήγα για καφέ το πρωί, αποθεώθηκα από φίλους και ερωμένες, έκατσα και διάβασα γύρω στο πεντάωρο, πήγα ισπανικά και μετά για τσικουδιές!!! Υπό τη μουσική υπόκρουση ενός κομματιού που με στιγμάτισε σήμερα, δεν ξέρω πού θα καταλήξω. Δεν ξέρω καν αν θα αρχίσω από κάπου. Απλώς γράφω κι όπου μας βγάλει!!

Υπάρχουν μερικά νέα, τα οποία χαρακτηρίζονται από την αναμενόμενη ανησυχία που θα έπρεπε να φέρουν στη ζωή μου.. Μίλησα με το ωνάσειο πριν 2 μέρες, και μου είπαν ότι οι γιατροί στο Ηράκλειο έκαναν λάθος, κι ότι τελικά δεν έχω αυτό που μου είχαν πει ότι έχω.. θα πρέπει να ανεβώ Αθήνα για περαιτέρω εξετάσεις για να καταλάβουμε τί ακριβώς τρέχει.. Ας είναι.. Εγώ μπήκα σε σενάρια επιστημονικής φαντασίας, ότι δηλαδή θα χρειαστώ μεταμόσχευση καρδιάς, και την ώρα που θα περιμένω στο νοσοκομείο θα δέχομαι κάρτες, ανθοδέσμες και εσώρουχα με αφιερώσεις από όλες (κατά προτίμηση για τα εσώρουχα και τις ανθοδέσμες) και όλους εσάς... ;-) Αν εξαιρέσεις τη μετασμόσχευση, καθημερινές καταστάσεις..

Μερικές φορές νιώθεις πως δεν έχεις περιθώρια λάθους, ούτε περιθώρια καθυστέρησης. Σε βρίσκουν υπερβολικό, σε βρίσκεις υπερβολικό, κι όμως συνεχίζεις να το κάνεις. Η αυθυποβολή έχει χάσει το νόημά της, δεν υφίσταται πια ως έννοια, όπως και τα όρια πλέον δεν υπάρχουν. Αν ήταν η τελευταία μου μέρα σήμερα πώς θα την περνούσα;

Με το φρίκουλο και τον κοντό σήμερα κοροιδεύαμε έναν καθηγητή που κατά τη γνώμη μας μοιάζει με το δράκουλα. Δίνουμε το μάθημά του την επόμενη εβδομάδα, και αρχίσαμε να μιλάμε γι'αυτόν και πετάχτηκαν πάλι τρομερές ατάκες... Επειδή είναι ο δράκουλας, αντί για πάσο θα μας ζητάει εξετάσεις αίματος, θα μας λέει να κάτσουμε φέρετρο παρά φέρετρο αντί για θέση παρά θέση, θα μας απειλεί ότι αν δεν περάσουμε το μάθημα θα μας πιει το αίμα ή αντίστοιχα ότι για να περάσουμε το μάθημα θα πρέπει να φτύσουμε αίμα.. Είχε πολύ γέλιο!!! Γενικά μου αρέσουν αυτές οι μέρες, παρόλο που θέλω να φύγουν.. Αυτό είναι αντιδιαμετρικά αντίθετο με τα όνειρα που βλέπω πάλι τις τελευταίες νύχτες.. Βασικά είναι ένα όνειρο, το οποίο επαναλαμβάνεται νύχτα παρά νύχτα (τρεις νύχτες έχω δει το ίδιο όνειρο)! Στο όνειρο λοιπόν, είμαι ένας δολοφόνος. Με βλέπω με ένα όπλο στο χέρι, γνωρίζοντας ότι έχω δολοφονήσει αρκετά παιδιά, και με το όπλο είμαι έτοιμος να σκοτώσω ένα ακόμη παιδί. Κατάξανθο, με μπουκλάκια! Ακουμπάω το όπλο στο μέτωπό του, και ετοιμάζομαι να το σκοτώσω, χωρίς αμφιβολίες, χωρίς δεύτερες σκέψεις, αλλά με σιγουριά! Αλλά ποτέ δεν την πρόλαβα τη σκηνή του πυροβολισμού.. Ή θα ξυπνήσω, ή θα αλλάξει το όνειρο, δεν καταλαβαίνω τί ακριβώς γίνεται.. Το θέμα είναι πως είμαι δολοφόνος παιδιών. Μπορεί κανείς να το εξηγήσει; Τί συμβολίζει το όπλο, τί συμβολίζει το παιδί, καί τί συμβολίζει η εκρηκτική μου αρρενωπότητα (οκ, το τελευταίο ήταν σάλτσα);

Προχθές τσακώθηκα με μία γριά στη δουλειά. Δεν έχω ξαναφερθεί έτσι σε πελάτη.. Το εκρηκτικό μου ταπεραμέντο εξωτερικεύθηκε και δεν πρόλαβα να το συγκρατήσω.. Μετά από μία ακολουθία από άθλιες συμπεριφορές της γριάς, ήμουν έτοιμος να αφήσω δύο πιάτα στο τραπέζι τους. Οπότε, έτσι όπως αφήνω το ένα πιάτο, η γριά φοβήθηκε (χωρίς λόγο, το τονίζω) πως θα έριχνα το μπεκρή μεζέ πάνω της! Και γυρίζει και μου φωνάζει: "Σκατά τα έκανες πάλι!!!!!".. Τρελάθηκα!!!! Ποιος με είδε και δε με φοβήθηκε.. Παίρνω το πιάτο με τα καλαμαράκια, το κρατάω 15 εκατοστά πάνω από το τραπέζι τους, και το αφήνω να σκάσει στο τραπέζι τους. Τα μισά καλαμαράκια πετάχτηκαν στο τραπέζι, την ώρα που φώναζα: "Δεν ΘΑ ΤΑ πάμε ΚΑΘΟΛΟΥ καλΆ!!!!!". Μετά είπα του αφεντικού να αναλάβει το τραπέζι. :-) Μου αφήσανε 2 ευρώ τιπς!!! καλοί άνθρωποι...

Δεν έχω να πω κάτι άλλο.. Ό,τι άσχετο μου ήρθε σας το είπα νομίζω.. Θα συμπληρώσω την επόμενη φορά.. Γενικά, θα αφεθώ στη μελωδία του κομματιού που μου έχει πάρει μυαλό (Bryn Christopher-The Quest) μέχρι να με πάρει ο ύπνος.. Μου αρέσει το φθινόπωρο.. Μου αρέσει αυτή η αίσθηση που έχω τα φθινοπωρινά πρωινά, που έχει πιάσει λίγη ψύχρα και σέρνω το σεντόνι πάνω στους υπέροχους κοιλιακούς μου!! ;-) Πέρα από την πλάκα, είναι από τα καλύτερά μου! Να κρυώνω και να σκεπάζομαι.. Όχι πως συμβαίνει ακόμα, αφού έχουμε 600 βαθμούς γαμώ το φαινόμενο του θερμοκηπίου γαμώ, αλλά θέμα χρόνου είναι.. Τί βλακεία κι αυτή!! Το βαρέθηκα το καλοκαίρι! Από αυτή τη στιγμή ανακυρήσσω το  φθινόπωρο ως την αγαπημένη μου εποχή. (μαλακίες λέω, απλώς μου άρεσε η φωτογραφία και έψαχνα δικαιολογία για να τη βάλω. Όπως και να 'χει, το φθινόπωρο και το καλοκαίρι είναι τα καλύτερα.) Καλό σας βράδυ!

ΥΓ: Το Grey's anatomy είναι το σήριαλ που ρωτήσατε στο προηγούμενο ποστ.. Άντε να βγει κι ο πέμπτος κύκλος!

He approached, grinding and growling.

And he SCREAMED in our faces.

]]> http://firebrandboy.wordpress.com/?p=173 Fri, 05 Sep 2008 20:25:34 +0000 firebrandboy http://firebrandboy.wordpress.com/?p=173

seguindo uma conversa com meu amigo:

Megalokk Webber diz:
eu parto do principio
Megalokk Webber diz:
de não ficar correndo atras, procurando... pq qdo vc procura... vc acaba entrando no platonismo.
Megalokk Webber diz:
o melhor é seguir em frente, se for sair, sai pra se divertir com os amigos e tal, e nao pra "pegar" alguem
Megalokk Webber diz:
se tiver que aparecer alguem, essa pessoa vai cruzar com vc...
Megalokk Webber diz:
geralmente por uma conversa semelhante.... uma pessoa que esta no grupo de amigos e vc ve alguma semelhança
Megalokk Webber diz:
esse é o tipo de pessoa que surge não por procura, mas do mesmo jeito que vc... apenas segue em frente
Megalokk Webber diz:
=]
Megalokk Webber diz:
vc pode ver que
Megalokk Webber diz:
qdo sai com os amigos, e tem uma mina no grupo
Megalokk Webber diz:
e obviamente vcs vao conversar e de alguma forma interagir junto com o pessoal
Megalokk Webber diz:
essa pessoa te chama bem mais atenção do que aqueleas q vc geralmente olha
Megalokk Webber diz:
=]
Megalokk Webber diz:
como essa pessoa ta ali como amiga, vc nunca pensa nada demais, mas as vezes, é a melhor pessoa
Megalokk Webber diz:
pq qdo ta em grupo, essa pessoa nao cria um perfil pra chama atenção
Megalokk Webber diz:
ela ta ali naturalmente

thx.

but i’m too lazy right now you know? wp should make it easier for us……..i’ll do it tomorrow,

peace

Take the Dante's Inferno Test

Took some test just now and realised that I still have room for forgiveness. Perhaps I should seek some time to reflect and repent - which I used to in secondary school days.

P.S - Please do not mistake "taking time off for reflection" as "EMO". That word is so sacred that every new generation kid in Singapore can sue you for saying that they are EMO when they actually ARE. Kids.

green day - paranoia.  me indentifico com elas em alguns momentos...

I have visions I was in them, I was lookin into the mirror
to see a little bit clearer
the rotteningness and evil in me
fingertips with memories
I cannn´t forget the curves of your body
and when I feel a little bit naughty
I run it up the flagpole and see
who salutes but no one ever does

I am not sick but I am not well
and I am so hot cause I am in hell

been around the world and found that only stupid people are
breeding
the creatins cloning and feeding, and I don´t even own a t.v.
put me in the hospital for nerves and then they had to commit me
you told them all I was crazy, they cut off my legs now I am an
amputee
God damn you

I am not sick but I am not well
and I am so hot, cause I am in hell
I am not sick but I am not well
and its a sin to live so well

I want to publish scenes
and rage against machines
I wanna pierce my tongue it doesn´t hurt, it feels fine
but u don´t look so fine
I´d like to turn off time, to kill my mind, to kill my mind

Paranoia
Paranoia
everybody's coming to get me
just say u never met me
I am running under ground with the moles, diggin holes
hear the voices in my head, I swear to God it sounds like
they are snoring
and if you're bored then your boring, the agony and the irony r
killing me
well,
I am not sick, but I am not well,
and I am so hot cause I am in hell
I am not sick but I am not well,
and its a sin, to live this well

ps: o video é podre, cheio de imagens toscas, só considerem mesmo a música.

thx.

What are some funny things you have been called recently?

An estimated 123 people were shot and killed over the summer. That's nearly double the number of soldiers killed in Iraq over the same time period.

In May, cbs2chicago.com began tracking city shootings and posting them on Google maps. Information compiled from our reporters, wire service reports and the Chicago Police Major Incidents log indicated that 123 people were shot and killed throughout the city between the start of Memorial Day weekend on May 26, and the end of Labor Day on Sept. 1.

According to the Defense Department, 65 soldiers were killed in combat in Iraq. About the same number were killed in Afghanistan over that same period.

In the same time period, an estimated 245 people were shot and wounded in the city.

(link: CBS2Chicago ht: Instapundit)

This is a problem and something needs to be done about it. Call in Rudy or something to figure it out. But it sure does offer some perspective doesn't it? We are handling a major strategic conflict, not simply for the peace of our country, but for the peace of the world and the minuscule number of causalities is completely unacceptable. However, on our own turf, in one of our major cities we are content with allowing 123 people to be shot and killed. This is unacceptable. Casualties are extremely unpleasant - one is too many - however sometimes there is a greater cause that our men and women fight for.

Oh and wait just a minute, isn't there someone in leadership from Illinois who thinks he can lead our troops and solve our problems in Iraq.

Saya dpt report kehadiran your team ni, apsal sume repot kat sini shows that korang tak datang keje? korang tak touch kad ke masuk and keluar opis?

Aku ( yg menjawab telepon ) :

Eh~ kami sume dtg. cume kadang2 tekan bell kat pintu sebab tak bawa kad.. atau kadang2 sampai in group.. so touch kad sorg je, then masuk ramai2. sebab tu repot tu camtu kot.

Admin :

Aisyah ni.. die bekerja dgn syarikat kite ke.. x? kenape die tak pnah touch kad die? die ade kad x?

Aku :

(Aisyah la ahli team aku yg dtg opis plg awal) Eh?? Aisyah tiap hari dtg~ die touch kad. mgkn kdg2 die tekan bell kalo tak bawa kad. arini Aisyah tade, die amik annual leave.

Admin :

dlm report ni jugak ade tulis yg korg sampai opis kol 10.. kol 12. haa balik.. korg salu blk kol bape ek?

Aku :

err.. tatau nk jawab soklan tu.. tp kami blk awl sketla sebab bulan puasa..

Admin :

memangla awal sebab bulan puasa~ tp kenape blk awal sangat? korang ade polisi syarikat sendiri ke?

Aku :

err... tatau la nk jawab soklan tu..

Admin :

heh, jawab tatau~ tapi .. buat..  pandai ek? okla, akak bukan marah awk sorg sebab awk yg jwb.. ok Selamat Berpuasa~

Aku :

ok.. byeeeee ^__^

ok, at the end of this conversation.. i will be expecting a warning letter issued to me. boss nk jumpe kat opis die kol 3 p.m ni. (nak marah + bg warning letter kot~) hah, ape ape jela

should i be scared that i might be terminated? whatever~.. aku mmg salah pon. kalo dah salah tu~ terima je la ape2 letter pon kan.. boss nk marah~ marah la bos.. actually, my morale has dropped down to the drain. knape? sebab.. sebab.. kang ckp kat sini kang kene sack betol2 plak~ ape2 pon.. there's something that they did that caused my morale dropped.

i wish i could issue a warning letter to the admin too.. miahahaha~ don't forget.. i know you haven't pay my (u know what!)

]]> http://wavemaker2.wordpress.com/?p=366 Fri, 05 Sep 2008 03:16:04 +0000 wavemaker2 http://wavemaker2.wordpress.com/?p=366 Harrold Independent School District in Harrold, Texas has approved a District Policy to allow teachers to carry concealed firearms (they must have a Concealed Handgun Permit and undergo crisis management training...and use special ammunition that minimizes the chances of a richochet.) On this policy I am sitting on the middle of the fence. I can think of nothing I would like better than to see a crazed gunman shot into tiny pieces by an 80 year old English Teacher packing a .44 magnum before he can get off a single shot at an innocent victim. Would Teachers packing heat be a Deterrent or a Liablity in the classroom? Depending on the training they receive, could a School Teacher fire his/her weapon at a gunman? and would there be any hesitation? If this policy saves lives and gets rid of some human trash in the process, I am all for it. The one thing that bothers me is that for an enterprising jerk...he/she would not have to bring a weapon to school, they would already be there. What is to stop them from taking a weapon away from the teacher? There has to be a way to avoid this. There are Gun Locks that cannot be removed without the proper combination...a digital keypad that is lit (in case of dim or no light), and if there are more than 6 incorrect tries to access it, the lock will shut down for 15 minutes. What ever the solution our children must be protected while in School even if we have to fight fire with fire.     The Doomster

the good thing is that i dont have school tomorrow so i had a week vacation. pretty cool huh? not really, it was the worst vacation. but its ok cause its over and im home.

i picked up a random hobby during this hole hurricane thing..dont laugh but ive found a new love of embroidering. ive been around old people for a week ok. i had to do something. so i got one of the to teach me and its pretty dang fun. you should try.

well im gonna go.

ill post something tomorroww!

kbai

These words hit home considering some of the feelings and emotions I have recently been toiling with...so I begin to listen more intently to the message in the words being sung.

As I did I thought of my bride, Debra, and her trip to Haiti when the group she was with had to trek up a huge mountain to get to one of their destination spots. The road was hard. It was long. And the climb was steep. I heard the stories of how difficult it was...of the buckets of sweat and the aches and pains (and other things... but we won't go there Aaron). Some had to eventually seek the assistance of a donkey but they all made it and when they did there was relief, there was joy, there was satisfaction, and there was a sense of accomplishments. As they looked down and thought of what they just went through and it was all worth it.

In our journey following Christ the road can be long and hard at times. The valley can seem deep and dreary. The journey can seem endless. The pain and aches come, the sweat pours. When we get weary and it doesn't seem like we can make it...relief comes...not in the form of a donkey but in the form of Christ the Liberating King. When faith fades and fear grows, when peace is being choked out by stress, when strength flees and exhaustion sets in, when we are weak...He is strong! We must go through the valley to stand upon the mountain of God! and the deeper the valley..the harder the journey...the sweeter it will be when we reach the top of the mountain!

Thank you God for speaking to my spirit today; for speaking peace and encouragement to my soul. Thank you for loving me enough to speak to me personally. Remind me of these words in my times of doubt!

Thought that I was all alone
Broken and afraid
But You were there with me
Yes, You were there with me

Sometimes I think of where it is I’ve come from
And the things I’ve left behind
But of all I’ve had, what I possessed
Nothing can quite compare
With what’s in front of me
With what’s in front of me

Maybe these words don't mean much to you...maybe they don't speak to your inner being...but this morning it was if Mac Powell was singing those word just for me...and he was. God used his words to speak to me, to minister to me. Maybe, just maybe, they will speak to you as well. Be blessed!

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My friend Dale thinks that if a person answers you with "whatever." they have nothing intelligent to say.

I take the 5th!
**********************
"Whatever may refer to: ( Wikepedia )

Whatever (slang), an expression of agreement, indifference, or begrudging compliance "

Yeah, today has been a sucky day.  It started out sucky, it kept getting suckier, and now only time will tell if it stays sucky.

So yeah, after getting the puppy -----    I haven't gotten a lot of sleep.  Usually I get up in the morning with my husband and if I'm lucky he will let me sleep in and make his own breakfast.   Ok, now don't get me wrong.  I love getting up with him, but I am definitely a night person and getting up early every morning is hard for me.

So now I have to get up and let the puppy out.  She is 5 months and should be potty trained by now, but she is so stubborn.  It can be so irritating.

Usually I am pretty good with dogs... but you know me I am not a nice person when I am having "one of those days" and today was one of them.

We but heads so many times today (figuratively speaking that is.  lol... can you imagine me head butting my beagle) She would pull and pull while we were outside and just would not listen to me.... to anything.... nothing at all   ***am I rambling?... sorry***

So, I decided that they best thing for both of us would be to put her in her kennel.  Yeah, it wouldn't be as much fun for her, but I wouldn't be yelling at her all of the time.

And then it happened.....

She got sick! Right in her kennel she vomited!  And then while I am trying to coax her outside she is TRYING TO EAT IT!  I was so mad.... it was all I could take.  I put her on her leash and took her outside and just sat down.

She began to eat the grass... not just a bite or two... but her body weight.... IN GRASS.  Seriously?!?  Ok so now I know she is sick, but I don't have any sort of sympathy.  I'm trying to... I really am.  But this dog had been driving me crazy ALL day and I just could not find even an ounce of sympathy in me.

Does this make me a bad person? yes... the answer is yes.  But I couldn't help myself.  Bah!

***.... no, no, no.... not like a sheep... more like an AHH only with a "B" in the begining.  Go ahead... try it, I'll give you a moment....  *begins to count- 1...2...3...4...5...*  Ok you have had enough time. Back to the story***

And to top all of it off, I need my husband to have a new job by Monday.... ***"What?!?", you might be thinking.  "That is only 4 days away... and only 2 if you don't count the weekend." *** yep, you're right. Bah!

Ok, Layter (yep that's right... with a "Y"... it's soo much cooler that way ;-) )

So with a tip of the hat, and a wink of the eye, I shall send forth those somewhat massacres of ink and paper that I called the preissue to my blogging buds as in I already littered the local area with said ink stink.  I will do this as I hope they bare in mindprayerthoughtvibes that hey baby it's all to teach.  Like a seed that's planted, sit back Buddha style, lotus style, and watch it grow, or not grow, as it is always changing as we are changing, changing but you know, the same.  Check your mail, my friends, and keep an open mind and an open water bottle to set on said issue and to use said as a coaster so you don't get water rings on your favorite table that you have put way way way too much Lemon Pledge on, so much you dig your nails into it and scrape off like a thick sticky furniture tattoo.

Did I just say Flyday up there? Literally, our house is kinda infested with fruit flies. Not the usual houseflies that we encounter at coffee shops and hawker centres, these fruit flies usually prey on.... yes, obviously speaking, fruits. But do they prey on another thing, and that is bread.

And about these flies, they are getting into everyone's nerves in the family. And thus, at one point during lunch that I couldn't take it anymore. I took out my secret weapon - the first family heritage item in the cupboard - and electronic mosquito swatter (racket). Yes, mosquito it might say, but that doesn't mean you can't use it on pestilent flies.

So I spent 1 hour during lunch catching and killing flies as if I'm playing a game of badminton, swatting my life away while enjoying the fun of execution - except that I had to use the tired arm of mine after an impromptu game of frisbee which might make me end up in Channel U. Apparently I missed some flies. The numbers are kinda piling - like they won't stop manipulating. So the numbers dropped to maybe like 5 whenever I see them, because at the start of the spree, I manage to kill like 10 to 20 of them?

Of course, I'm oblige to do so, since mum was kinda frustrated that she couldn't even catch any of them. Perhaps I was born with the talent to destroy such stuff. But nonetheless, it was a skill well-learnt. And a skill well-applied.

But on the other hand, I sometimes do wonder where do these flies actually came about. Our perception of flies and how they breed are from rotten food or something like that. Then what about fruit flies? Rotten fruits that smell? I know they do like the bananas that we always buy. But if they breed in there, doesn't that make me flyman because I have eaten all those bananas? I got maggots in my body? Come on. That's gotta kill.

And ya, they breed tremendously fast, as if they fuck with haste, because they are late for a movie in town. Even hummingbirds don't do it that fast. (WTF does hummingbirds gotta do with that I do not know. Just something to occupy your mind from the shitty world. LOL.)

And definitely a waste of time to accommodate hygiene and health. If only my dad doesn't like fruits.......

Pic of the Day: When the going gets tough. =|

Inspiration may refer as a burst of creativity, right?. We use it to perform whatever activities we have to perform, don't we? Some people get their inspiration from diverse things: a cigarette, the rain, people, themselves, or even simple insights . But what happens then when, suddenly everything that inspired you is gone and you cannot perform those activities you used to perform so well? you have to stop doing it? or look for inspiration somewhere else? what?

Some people may think that the answer for these questions is simple: Focus your energy looking for something else that could inspire you, but it isn't that simple.

During my puberty years I was a very inspired and creative human being, I used to do watercolor paintings, I used to play the violin, and I got my inspiration from almost anything: The sky, the  flowers, a song, people, but then, one day, it was just gone, I found it all so dull and boring and seemed like I wanted more. I forgot about painting and violin and focused on more shallow things like tv for instance. Then I said "what the heck" and I tried to go back to what I used to be, but I couldn't, inspiration was already gone and was not coming back for a while.

I started playing cello at my highschool's orchesta, and my friends used to say that I was very good, but I knew that it was just a mechanical thing, I did not find it satisfying enough so I left the orchesta and then I started feeling really empty.

What happened to that inspiration?
I think it was never gone, inspiration or creativity never goes away, you just need to fulfill and satisfy your wishes, you have to find something that makes you feel good like, for instance, when I dropped the cello I started learning piano and I tried some other materials for painting, and althought I wasn't fully satisfied, I felt good and, isn't it what inspiration is all about?, feeling  good about what you're doing?

Maybe inspiration has a different meaning for each and everyone of us, but I'm certain that we all need it and it come and go, but it always come back, stronger.

I think I didn't get my point clearly, but there was never one, this was just written because I felt the inspiration to it.