Did you forget what we agreed to do before the new year?

Some really nice quotes.

"I always thought Europe was a country."

"Like I'm listening to what you're saying but I only hear what I want to."

"That's called being a woman..."

"Women don't really want to hear a man's opinion, they want to hear what they're thinking in a lower voice."

As they say, "Words are just what they are. Words."

And action speaks louder than words.

And I've got more than my fair share of words.

" "Can you read the inscriptions above each gate?" asked Skilgannon.

"No. I have often wondered what they meant. Just names, I suppose."

"More than that, Harad. Wall One was called 'Eldibar'. It was from an ancient tongue. It means Exultation. It is where the enemy is first fought and turned back. The defenders are exultant. They believe they can win. Wall Two was called 'Musif'. This means Despair. For the defenders of Wall Two have seen 'Eldibar' fall, and that is the widest, strongest wall. If that can fall, then perhaps they are doomed. Wall Three was 'Kamia'. Renewed Hope. Two walls have fallen, but the men on Wall Three are still alive, and there are still walls to retreat to. Wall Four is 'Sumitos'. Desperation. The three strongest walls have fallen, and it is now a desperate struggle for survival. Wall Five is 'Serenity'. The defenders have fought hard and well. The best of them have survived this far. They know death is coming, but they are brave and determined. They will not run. They will face the end with courage."

He fell silent.

"And Wall Six?" asked Harad.

"'Geddon'. Wall Six is 'Geddon'. Death."" - Skilgannon the Damned to Harad at the ruins of Dros Delnoch, The Swords of Night and Day, by David Gemmell

And did you get the picture I sent you?
Did you happen to see the card I wrote for you?
I’d like to know that I’ve made a difference
Or it’s too late for us now

Let me take you out to a movie
The one you’ve told me about so many times before
I guess I should’ve paid more attention
‘Cuz it’s too late for us now

Sometimes little boys get lost
And often stray so far from home
In their search for greener pastures
Come to find that
Trust is all that really matters

Well, you’ve always liked roller coasters
And I’d be happy to let my stomach turn for you
Let’s get lost for just a few hours
Or it’s too late for us now, it’s too late for us now

Too late for us now
(It’s too late for us now)
Don’t have an explanation
But you know I’m sorry

Too late for us now
(It’s late)
Despite all this confusion
Would you promise for me
Don’t forget the Skyway please
Just for me

Sometimes little boys get lost
And often stray so far from home
In their quest for buried treasure
Veer off course and find
Their search goes on forever

Did you get the picture I sent you?
And did you happen to hear the song I wrote for you?
Here’s to us on our tenth anniversary
It’s not too late for us now
We’re not too late for us now
We’re not too late for us now

out of my infinite time due to my unparalleled capacity to procrastinate working on 1 paper and studying for 2 tests, i inadvertently stumbled upon my sister's facebook profile and there i realized to my utter dismay and shock that she is the same heroes character as i am.





balls. i want to be PP but i don't want her to be PP because having the same character as your older sister is JUST NOT COOL.

Read the post below 1st...

And in retaliation to that...



so here's a "nice" close up of her.

Don't be so serious Cynthia Ong!

Hello,
Sorry that i didn't inform you ,i am presently in Benin for a program called Empowering Youth to Fight Racism,HIV/AIDS,Poverty and Lack of Education,we have visited three countries in Africa . i need help from you urgently , I miss placed my wallet and all my credit cards everything on my way to the hotel .

I am stranded here now persently i do not have any money with me,and i have to pay my hotel bills and get myself back home. kindly lend me $2,200 and when am back in town i'll pay you ,Do let me know what ever you can afford to assist so that i can give you one of the hotel management information that you will use in sending the money to me through western union ,I will greatful if you can help me ASAP.

Thanks
with much love,
gilda

i read this email and starting wondering what the fuck happened to my friend... 2 days later i got an email from her saying...


やっほーみんな！！
こんなメールですいません。ミクシーにも、ヤナチルグループにもの

せてたけど、届いてない人も居るんじゃないかと思って．．．昨日、あたしから変なメール が来たなら、無視してくださーい。あれって、本格的な、「オレオレ詐欺」。アフリカ人の犯人が、あたしのメール・アカウントに（不法侵入？？ハックだよ、 ハック！）入って来て、アドレスブックのみんなに勝手にメール送ったみたいのね。「あたしがアフリカに居て金なくなって帰れなくなったから金貸して」みた いな内容だったけど、そのあとあたしの銀行口座にもハックして３０万くらいの小切手も取られそうになったんだ。

今日、マジ焦ってたわ！！しかも心配してくれた友達が、偽あたし＝ハッカーにお金を振込もうとしてたから、まぁ色々あって警察管区まで行ってたよ！だから、２４時間以内こんな最悪な事を経験して、新しいメアドって、ザ・maji.arienaiです。登録、よろちく。笑
暇ならメールでもしてねぇ。アイ・ミス・ユー！！！

ギルダ


hi people

i'm sorry for this mass email again, and hopefully it doesn't get filtered into some random mail box of your's.
you might have gotten an email from "me" in the middle of last night from my old gmail account at xxxxxx asking for money. you know i'll never do that... my email got hacked into, and a lot of my personal info is now in the hands of some... nigerian dude. i can't access my email or my blog anymore, and hopefully i don't lose any money.
anyway, i've been talking with a few of you but this is just to let you know my new email address. "maji arienai" means... "i can't believe it" in japanese. perfect for my current situation!!

love, gilda

So, now we all know that gilda has had her email account hacked into and that she is warning us to not follow the previous email, THEN HERE IS THE BOMB.


Dear friends of Gilda :

I am Gilda father. Her email address of "gilda"
<Old email> as well as her blog were
hijacked!!!

I received an email from <GILDA'S NEW EMAIL>
but there was no text message and under the
subject was supposedly "Gilda here" with all your
email addresses. Unless you are my own friends
first, Gilda never gave me your email addresses.
So this <GILDA'S NEW EMAIL> is highly
questionable.

I repeat and please note that her blog and email
have been hijacked. Someone is controlling from
elsewhere and sending emails to ask for money.

Some of you could have responded.

DO NOT respond to any person asking for money
and/or purportedly from Gilda.

Thanks.

HAHAHA. when i read this i burst out laughing. 10 mins later gilda msns me bitching to me that someone hacked into her account and that her father went to tell all her friends that he new email is "highly suspicious". And she went on about how "smart" her father is by thinking that the hackers are sooo smart they actually bother to use reverse psychology.

"bye" really broke my heart today.

I got this off Joyce's blog and it was so funny I thought I'd share it with lesser minds.

"Nikki's Cantonese name is Apple.
And when her boyfriend miss her, he pine Apple..."

I hate running.

The very idea of having to push my body and my mind for an extended period of time just turns me off.

It always starts off well, full of energy and full of promise. The first lap’s the easiest because the mind’s still strong and the body stronger.

The middle laps are difficult. My mind starts playing tricks on me. The 2nd and 3rd lap always brings about the question of why am I putting myself through this sheer mental torture. While the 4th and 5th laps are the not as bad because I keep telling myself that I’ve finished the halfway mark and the end’s in sight.

The last lap is what I really hate about running. It’s this lap that really gets me questioning the wisdom of starting the run in the 1st place. It’s the lap that my body starts getting really tired. But worst of all it’s the lap that my mind starts giving up. I think it’s peculiar to me but it doesn’t matter the distance or how hard I’m running, as long as I’m in the last lap, I start breathing harder and quicker and my mind starts giving up.

I hate this feeling but it doesn’t mean I stop running because I know that it’s what I want.