I'm not a perfect person
There's many things I wish I didn't do
But I continue learning
I never meant to do those things to you
And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know
I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is you
I'm sorry that I hurt you
It's something I must live with everyday
And all the pain I put you through
I wish that I could take it all away
And be the one who catches all your tears
Thats why i need you to hear
I've found a resaon for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is You
and the reason is You
and the reason is You
and the reason is You
I'm not a perfect person
I never meant to do those things to you
And so I have to say before I go
That I just want you to know
I've found a reason for me
To change who I used to be
A reason to start over new
and the reason is you
I've found a reason to show
A side of me you didn't know
A reason for all that I do
And the reason is you
Wednesday, April 28, 2004
Saturday, April 24, 2004
Friday, April 23, 2004
Don't study? Why?
Because :
No Study = Fail ....................... ( I )
Study = No Fail ............................ ( II )
By Combining ( I ) & ( II ) :
=====> ( No Study + Study ) = ( No Fail + Fail )
By Taking ( Study ) as a common factor in the left hand side
And Taking ( Fail ) as a common factor in the right hand side
=====> Study ( No + 1) = Fail (No + 1 )
By Dividing both sides by ( No + 1)
=====> Study = Fail
No Study = Fail ....................... ( I )
Study = No Fail ............................ ( II )
By Combining ( I ) & ( II ) :
=====> ( No Study + Study ) = ( No Fail + Fail )
By Taking ( Study ) as a common factor in the left hand side
And Taking ( Fail ) as a common factor in the right hand side
=====> Study ( No + 1) = Fail (No + 1 )
By Dividing both sides by ( No + 1)
=====> Study = Fail
Tuesday, April 20, 2004
So this is what happens when I oversleep...now I know
BRAIN SYSTEM: Attention. Alert registered.
CENTRAL: Alert? Number One, report!
NUMBER ONE: Sir! We're picking up loud music.
CENTRAL: Music? We were just asleep!
NUMBER ONE: Yes sir. Ears report it's "The Last Train to Clarksville."
CENTRAL: Good God! Are we being tortured?
NUMBER ONE: Sir, Eyes are functional and request instruction.
CENTRAL: Tell them to open up and try to find out what is going on.
NUMBER ONE: Scope! Okay, I see darkness... darkness... Wait, there's a woman sleeping here.
CENTRAL: A woman?
NUMBER ONE: Sir, Libido Station wants to know if it's Anna Kournikova.
CENTRAL: Forget about Libido. What can you tell me?
NUMBER ONE: Sir, Memory reports a near perfect match to "wife," sir.
CENTRAL: Well of course. Keep looking.
NUMBER ONE: Sir, urgent report from Stomach on the horn, do you want to take it?
CENTRAL: Stomach, what's going on?
STOMACH: Sir, we've taken a hit, it...it looks bad, sir.
CENTRAL: Get hold of yourself, man!
STOMACH: Yes sir. It looks like a burrito, sir. It exploded at about 1900 hours and we've been out of action ever since. I don't...I don't know if she can take much more, Captain.
CENTRAL: Stomach! Now you listen to me, son. We're all counting on you up here. Don't give up now. Remember the chili of '94? We made it through that, we can make it through anything.
STOMACH: Yes sir. You can count on me, sir.
CENTRAL: Good man.
NUMBER ONE: Sir, I've got a visual on the clock!
CENTRAL: Tell me, Number One.
NUMBER ONE: Oh my God, sir. It's horrible.
CENTRAL: Dammit sailor, get a grip on yourself!
NUMBER ONE: It's... It's six thirty, sir. In the morning.
CENTRAL: In the morning? Not again. I thought...I thought that we'd had the worst of it yesterday.
SYSTEM: Sixty seconds to consciousness.
CENTRAL: This is madness. Do you know what's going to happen if we go conscious now, this early?
NUMBER ONE: Work, sir?
CENTRAL: That's right, Number One. It'll be work, all right. I don't...don't know if I can live through that New Jersey again.
SYSTEM: Fifty seconds to consciousness.
NUMBER ONE: Sir? Do you have orders?
CENTRAL: Hmmm?
NUMBER ONE: Orders, sir. Do you have orders for us?
CENTRAL: Orders? Orders, Number One? Damn right there are orders! Let's get ourselves moving.
NUMBER ONE: Aye aye, sir!
SYSTEM: Forty seconds to consciousness.
CENTRAL: Shut that damn thing off, I'm trying to think. Get our remote stations on line. I want a Search and Acquire on anything that feels like a snooze button. Tell them to MOVE. Bladder!
BLADDER: Yes sir?
CENTRAL: How are you holding?
BLADDER: All systems are flush and ready, sir. We can go another three hours, easy.
CENTRAL: Very well, Bladder. Number One, get me Nose on the horn.
NOSE: Sir, Nose reporting, sir!
CENTRAL: Good to hear from you, Nose. How are you doing up there?
NOSE: We registered cat breath about twenty minutes ago, but it was pretty faint and I didn't think...
CENTRAL: Steady on, nose. You were right not to trigger an alert.
NOSE: Thank you, sir.
CENTRAL: Nose, I'm afraid I have bad news for you, son. We took a burrito last night.
NOSE: Oh no, sir, not again!
CENTRAL: I said steady! You're going to have to hold on, you hear me? Hold on, and it will pass. I don't want ANYTHING getting through to Consciousness.
NOSE: Yes sir. I'll try, sir.
CENTRAL: That's the spirit. Stomach!
STOMACH: Sir?
CENTRAL: How are you doing down there?
STOMACH: We've been breached, Captain. The whole alimentary is in flames. I'm trying to keep it contained, but I can't promise anything.
CENTRAL: Damn!
NUMBER ONE: Sir, Libido Station reports it is ready for battle!
CENTRAL: Tell Libido to calm down, I'll call him when I need him. Any report from our search party?
NUMBER ONE: Sir, Fingers report they located and toppled a glass of water, a pair of glasses, and a box of Kleenex. No luck on the snooze, sir.
CENTRAL: Number One, I don't mind telling you, if we don't get this under control we're going to lose her.
NUMBER ONE: Yes sir. Sir, Libido requests positive verification that the woman sleeping next to us is not Anna Kournikova.
CENTRAL: For crying out loud.
NUMBER ONE: Sir, Ears reports the song is over. It's going to commercial, sir.
CENTRAL: How much time on the system clock?
NUMBER ONE: Ten seconds to consciousness, sir. We've lost smile control in the lower facial and we're developing a frown.
CENTRAL: Brace yourself, Number One. I'm afraid we've had it.
NUMBER ONE: Sir! Fingers has located target. Repeat, Fingers is on target!
CENTRAL: Fire!
NUMBER ONE: Hit! Sir, direct hit!
CENTRAL: Ears!
NUMBER ONE: It's gone, Captain! Ears reports the music is gone!
CENTRAL: We've done it!
SYSTEM: Consciousness cancelled.
NUMBER ONE: Sir, all systems are ready for sleep mode. Repeat, sleep mode now ready.
CENTRAL: Trigger sleep mode NOW.
NUMBER ONE: Sleep mode triggered, aye aye, sir.
CENTRAL: Shut Eyes.
NUMBER ONE: Eyes off, sir. Frown relaxed, smile restored.
CENTRAL: By golly, that was a close one.
NUMBER ONE: Yes sir. Sir, Dream Team requests selection. Libido asking for something naked, sir.
CENTRAL: Request denied. Let's roll the one where we show up for church wearing only our underwear, I like that one.
NUMBER ONE: Roger that, sir. Dream selection completed and tape is rolling, sir.
CENTRAL: Good work, Number One. You take the helm.
NUMBER ONE: Aye aye, sir.
CENTRAL: Alert? Number One, report!
NUMBER ONE: Sir! We're picking up loud music.
CENTRAL: Music? We were just asleep!
NUMBER ONE: Yes sir. Ears report it's "The Last Train to Clarksville."
CENTRAL: Good God! Are we being tortured?
NUMBER ONE: Sir, Eyes are functional and request instruction.
CENTRAL: Tell them to open up and try to find out what is going on.
NUMBER ONE: Scope! Okay, I see darkness... darkness... Wait, there's a woman sleeping here.
CENTRAL: A woman?
NUMBER ONE: Sir, Libido Station wants to know if it's Anna Kournikova.
CENTRAL: Forget about Libido. What can you tell me?
NUMBER ONE: Sir, Memory reports a near perfect match to "wife," sir.
CENTRAL: Well of course. Keep looking.
NUMBER ONE: Sir, urgent report from Stomach on the horn, do you want to take it?
CENTRAL: Stomach, what's going on?
STOMACH: Sir, we've taken a hit, it...it looks bad, sir.
CENTRAL: Get hold of yourself, man!
STOMACH: Yes sir. It looks like a burrito, sir. It exploded at about 1900 hours and we've been out of action ever since. I don't...I don't know if she can take much more, Captain.
CENTRAL: Stomach! Now you listen to me, son. We're all counting on you up here. Don't give up now. Remember the chili of '94? We made it through that, we can make it through anything.
STOMACH: Yes sir. You can count on me, sir.
CENTRAL: Good man.
NUMBER ONE: Sir, I've got a visual on the clock!
CENTRAL: Tell me, Number One.
NUMBER ONE: Oh my God, sir. It's horrible.
CENTRAL: Dammit sailor, get a grip on yourself!
NUMBER ONE: It's... It's six thirty, sir. In the morning.
CENTRAL: In the morning? Not again. I thought...I thought that we'd had the worst of it yesterday.
SYSTEM: Sixty seconds to consciousness.
CENTRAL: This is madness. Do you know what's going to happen if we go conscious now, this early?
NUMBER ONE: Work, sir?
CENTRAL: That's right, Number One. It'll be work, all right. I don't...don't know if I can live through that New Jersey again.
SYSTEM: Fifty seconds to consciousness.
NUMBER ONE: Sir? Do you have orders?
CENTRAL: Hmmm?
NUMBER ONE: Orders, sir. Do you have orders for us?
CENTRAL: Orders? Orders, Number One? Damn right there are orders! Let's get ourselves moving.
NUMBER ONE: Aye aye, sir!
SYSTEM: Forty seconds to consciousness.
CENTRAL: Shut that damn thing off, I'm trying to think. Get our remote stations on line. I want a Search and Acquire on anything that feels like a snooze button. Tell them to MOVE. Bladder!
BLADDER: Yes sir?
CENTRAL: How are you holding?
BLADDER: All systems are flush and ready, sir. We can go another three hours, easy.
CENTRAL: Very well, Bladder. Number One, get me Nose on the horn.
NOSE: Sir, Nose reporting, sir!
CENTRAL: Good to hear from you, Nose. How are you doing up there?
NOSE: We registered cat breath about twenty minutes ago, but it was pretty faint and I didn't think...
CENTRAL: Steady on, nose. You were right not to trigger an alert.
NOSE: Thank you, sir.
CENTRAL: Nose, I'm afraid I have bad news for you, son. We took a burrito last night.
NOSE: Oh no, sir, not again!
CENTRAL: I said steady! You're going to have to hold on, you hear me? Hold on, and it will pass. I don't want ANYTHING getting through to Consciousness.
NOSE: Yes sir. I'll try, sir.
CENTRAL: That's the spirit. Stomach!
STOMACH: Sir?
CENTRAL: How are you doing down there?
STOMACH: We've been breached, Captain. The whole alimentary is in flames. I'm trying to keep it contained, but I can't promise anything.
CENTRAL: Damn!
NUMBER ONE: Sir, Libido Station reports it is ready for battle!
CENTRAL: Tell Libido to calm down, I'll call him when I need him. Any report from our search party?
NUMBER ONE: Sir, Fingers report they located and toppled a glass of water, a pair of glasses, and a box of Kleenex. No luck on the snooze, sir.
CENTRAL: Number One, I don't mind telling you, if we don't get this under control we're going to lose her.
NUMBER ONE: Yes sir. Sir, Libido requests positive verification that the woman sleeping next to us is not Anna Kournikova.
CENTRAL: For crying out loud.
NUMBER ONE: Sir, Ears reports the song is over. It's going to commercial, sir.
CENTRAL: How much time on the system clock?
NUMBER ONE: Ten seconds to consciousness, sir. We've lost smile control in the lower facial and we're developing a frown.
CENTRAL: Brace yourself, Number One. I'm afraid we've had it.
NUMBER ONE: Sir! Fingers has located target. Repeat, Fingers is on target!
CENTRAL: Fire!
NUMBER ONE: Hit! Sir, direct hit!
CENTRAL: Ears!
NUMBER ONE: It's gone, Captain! Ears reports the music is gone!
CENTRAL: We've done it!
SYSTEM: Consciousness cancelled.
NUMBER ONE: Sir, all systems are ready for sleep mode. Repeat, sleep mode now ready.
CENTRAL: Trigger sleep mode NOW.
NUMBER ONE: Sleep mode triggered, aye aye, sir.
CENTRAL: Shut Eyes.
NUMBER ONE: Eyes off, sir. Frown relaxed, smile restored.
CENTRAL: By golly, that was a close one.
NUMBER ONE: Yes sir. Sir, Dream Team requests selection. Libido asking for something naked, sir.
CENTRAL: Request denied. Let's roll the one where we show up for church wearing only our underwear, I like that one.
NUMBER ONE: Roger that, sir. Dream selection completed and tape is rolling, sir.
CENTRAL: Good work, Number One. You take the helm.
NUMBER ONE: Aye aye, sir.
Sunday, April 18, 2004
The importance of punctuation....
Dear Thomas,
I want a man who knows what love is all about. You are
generous, kind, thoughtful. People who are not like you admit to being useless and inferior. You have ruined me for other men. I yearn for you. I have no feelings whatsoever when we're apart. I can be forever happy--will you let me be yours?
Maria
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Dear Thomas,
I want a man who knows what love is. All about you are
generous, kind, thoughtful people, who are not like you. Admit to being useless and inferior. You have ruined me. For other men, I yearn. For you, I have no feelings whatsoever. When we're apart, I can be forever happy. Will you let me be?
Yours,
Maria
I want a man who knows what love is all about. You are
generous, kind, thoughtful. People who are not like you admit to being useless and inferior. You have ruined me for other men. I yearn for you. I have no feelings whatsoever when we're apart. I can be forever happy--will you let me be yours?
Maria
------------
Dear Thomas,
I want a man who knows what love is. All about you are
generous, kind, thoughtful people, who are not like you. Admit to being useless and inferior. You have ruined me. For other men, I yearn. For you, I have no feelings whatsoever. When we're apart, I can be forever happy. Will you let me be?
Yours,
Maria
How all electronic devices work - the smoke theory of electronics:
The ingredient that allows all electronic devices to operate is smoke.
Consider your own experiences. Remember when all the smoke was let out of your transmitters power transformer? It immediately stopped working! When that new integrated circuit sprung a leak and all the smoke escaped, it also stopped working. When that big electrolytic capacitor gave off its smoke, the rig quit again. Remember when all that smoke was vented from your computer power supply and it wouldn't compute anymore?
From these observations, therefore, it's logical to deduce that smoke is the ingredient that allows electronic components to work, and once the smoke is allowed to get out, nothing works anymore.
My own experiments have proven this theory. Using my SSB transceiver, I first went on the air and proved to myself that my rig was operating perfectly. Then, I drilled (Caution - wear safety glasses and be sure to disconnect the rig from the power line when drilling) a small hole in the power transformer. At power-up (Caution - check for proper fusing before reapplying power) I observed a flash of smoke and fire escaping the transformer. Immediately thereafter I was unable to work stations, even when the bands were hot.
I then took my back-up transceiver and drilled a small hole in its microprocessor. The same thing happened. Once the smoke was lost, I called CQ for hours without a reply. I was convinced. It seemed logical to me, therefore, that if the smoke was reinserted, the device could operate normally.
The ingredient that allows all electronic devices to operate is smoke.
Consider your own experiences. Remember when all the smoke was let out of your transmitters power transformer? It immediately stopped working! When that new integrated circuit sprung a leak and all the smoke escaped, it also stopped working. When that big electrolytic capacitor gave off its smoke, the rig quit again. Remember when all that smoke was vented from your computer power supply and it wouldn't compute anymore?
From these observations, therefore, it's logical to deduce that smoke is the ingredient that allows electronic components to work, and once the smoke is allowed to get out, nothing works anymore.
My own experiments have proven this theory. Using my SSB transceiver, I first went on the air and proved to myself that my rig was operating perfectly. Then, I drilled (Caution - wear safety glasses and be sure to disconnect the rig from the power line when drilling) a small hole in the power transformer. At power-up (Caution - check for proper fusing before reapplying power) I observed a flash of smoke and fire escaping the transformer. Immediately thereafter I was unable to work stations, even when the bands were hot.
I then took my back-up transceiver and drilled a small hole in its microprocessor. The same thing happened. Once the smoke was lost, I called CQ for hours without a reply. I was convinced. It seemed logical to me, therefore, that if the smoke was reinserted, the device could operate normally.
Saturday, April 17, 2004
Wednesday, April 14, 2004
another stolen from allalan
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 23.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the whole sentence in your journal along with these instructions.
But this is precisely what provides universal doubt with its object.
(last one, i promise! no more stealing!)
2. Open the book to page 23.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the whole sentence in your journal along with these instructions.
But this is precisely what provides universal doubt with its object.
(last one, i promise! no more stealing!)
stolen from allalan
I want everyone who reads this to ask me 3 questions, no more no less. Ask me anything you want and i'll try to be as honest as I can be. Then I want you to go to your journal, copy and paste this message allowing your friends (including myself) to ask you anything. ANYONE can ask me stuff...just use your username or anonymous, whatever you want.
Sunday, April 11, 2004
Friday, April 09, 2004
Subservient Chicken
try:
read a book
watch tv
turn off the lights
masturbate
do the YMCA
do the macarena
hide
jump
do a handstand
do the moonwalk
lie down
stand on one leg
flap your arms
sleep
headbang
sing
bite yourself
wear the blanket
fart
puke
clean yourself
blow your nose
and anything else you can think of...
try:
read a book
watch tv
turn off the lights
masturbate
do the YMCA
do the macarena
hide
jump
do a handstand
do the moonwalk
lie down
stand on one leg
flap your arms
sleep
headbang
sing
bite yourself
wear the blanket
fart
puke
clean yourself
blow your nose
and anything else you can think of...
Monday, April 05, 2004
6:30am and bored...
I'm an irredeemably eejitous, liberal, tight as fuck, pathetically simple-minded, dribbling child!
What are you?
Brought to you by Rum and Monkey
What Kind of Drunk Are You?
Brought to you by Rum and Monkey
Take the Affliction Test Today!
A Rum and Monkey disease.
What are you?
Brought to you by Rum and Monkey
What Kind of Drunk Are You?
Brought to you by Rum and Monkey
Take the Affliction Test Today!
A Rum and Monkey disease.
Thursday, April 01, 2004
bye...
i've decided this blog has lived long enough. i'm gonna cut down on procrastination by terminating this site by the end of today. that way, i won't be tempted to update it all the time and you people won't be tempted to read it. one less blog to go through. less reading material and thus more time for you to put your reading week to use. you'll all thank me after exams. so... if there is some entry that you horribly want to keep, copy and paste them now before i delete this site.
as the title of the blog says, i'm incognito... not here... never was...
as the title of the blog says, i'm incognito... not here... never was...
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