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Friday, October 28, 2005

lololol was playing SC and like chang hee was being a noob and stuff so i owned him as the murderer :(

- updating being im being blackmailed! -

thanks chc english teacher for seeing my spelling errors

"I could write you a song, send you a note, or empty out your trash
and buy a bucket full of diamonds but
even the most beautiful of all roses must someday crumble to dust
and fade away.
It's a certain tragedy."


Tuesday, April 29, 2003


Monday, April 28, 2003

A prisoner escapes from his prison where he had been kept for 15 years. As
he runs away, he finds a house and breaks into it looking for money and guns
but he finds a young couple in bed.

He orders the guy out of bed, ties him up on a chair. While tying the girl
to the bed he gets on top of her, kisses her on the neck, then gets up, and
goes to the bathroom.

While he is in there, the husband tells his wife: "Listen, this guy is an
escaped prisoner, look at his clothes! He probably spent lots of time in
prison, and hasn't seen a woman in years. I saw how he kissed your neck." If
he wants sex, don't resist, don't complain, just do what he tells you, give
him satisfaction. This guy must be dangerous, if he gets angry, he will kill
us. Be strong, honey. I love you."

To which the wife responds, "He was not kissing my neck. He was whispering
in my ear. He told me he was gay and found you very sexy, and asked if we
kept any Vaseline in the bathroom. Be strong, honey. I love you too..."

tsk.


Sunday, April 27, 2003

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room. One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the
fluid from his lungs. His bed was next to the room's only window.The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.
The men talked for hours on end. They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where
they had been on vacation.
Every afternoon when the man in the bed by the window could sit up,hewould pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he
could see outside the window.
The man in the other bed began to live for those one-hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.
The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.
Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.
As the man by the window described all this in exquisite detail,the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine the picturesque scene.
One warm afternoon the man by the window described a parade passing by.
Although the other man couldn't hear the band he could see it. In his mind's eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.
Days and weeks passed. One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the
window, who had died peacefully in his sleep. She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.
As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after
making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.
Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside. He strained to slowly turn to look out the window beside the bed. It faced a blank wall. The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window. The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.
She said, Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you."
Epilogue:
There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.
Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.

If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that moneycan't buy.
Today is a gift, that's why it is called the present."
who passes it on.
People will forget what you said...
People will forget what you did...
But people will never forget how you made them feel...

i like this story


Wednesday, April 23, 2003

Note to self:
1) buy new shoes
2) get a haircut
3) do my homework
4) play games.

lol as you see the top 3 things isnt smth thats gonna happen in the near future, whereas 4...i can say im constantly play, even in my sleep...in a way.

dont prop this. no point.



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