In the year 2004, The Lord came unto Noah and said, "Once again, the earth has become wicked and over-populated and I see the end of all flesh before me. Build another Ark and save two of every living thing along with a few good humans." He gave Noah the blueprints, saying, "You have six months to build the Ark before I will start the unending rain for 40 days and 40 nights".

Six months later, the Lord looked down and saw Noah weeping in his yard .... but no ark.

"Noah", He roared, "I'm about to start the rain! Where is the Ark?"

"Forgive me, Lord," begged Noah. "But things have changed. I needed a building permit. I've been arguing with the inspector about the need for a sprinkler system. My neighbors claim that I've violated the neighborhood zoning laws by building the Ark in my yard and exceeding the height limitations. We had to go to the Development Appeal Board for a decision. Then Transportion and the Departments of Highways and Hydro demanded a bond be posted for the future costs of moving power, trolley and other overhead obstructions, to clear the passage for the Ark's move to the sea. I argued that the sea would be coming to us, but they would hear nothing of it.

Getting the wood was another problem. There's a ban on cutting local trees in order to save the spotted owl. I tried to convince the environmentalists that I needed the wood to save the owls. But no go!

When I started gathering the animals, I got sued by an animal rights group. They insisted that I was confining wild animals against their will. As well, they argued the accommodation was too restrictive and it was cruel and inhumane to put so many animals in a confined space.

Then the Environment board ruled that I couldn't build the Ark until they'd conducted an environmental impact study on your proposed flood.

I'm still trying to resolve a complaint with the Human Rights Commission on how many minorities I'm supposed to hire for my building crew.

Also, the trades unions say I can't use my sons. They insist I have to hire only Union workers with Ark building experience.

To make matters worse, the Customs and Revenue Agency seized all my assets, claiming I'm trying to leave the country illegally with endangered species.

So, forgive me, Lord, but it would take at least ten years for me to finish this Ark."

Suddenly the skies cleared, the sun began to shine, and a rainbow stretched across the sky.

Noah looked up in wonder and asked, "You mean you're not going to destroy the world?".

"No," said the Lord. "The government beat me to it."

Up at the head table in the cafeteria, one of the nuns had placed a big bowl of bright red, fresh, juicy apples. Beside the bowl, she placed a note which read, "Take only one. Remember, God is watching."

At the other end of the table was a bowl full of freshly baked chocolate
chip cookies, still warm from the oven.

Beside the bowl, a little note scrawled in a child's handwriting which read, "Take all you want. God's watching the apples."

In one of those moods right now where i just wanna Write to my heart's content.
I couldn't sleep last night...eventho i went to be bed at 1 o'clock. While tossing and turning...i've come to realise that ppl don't necessarily act the same...and so perhaps it's best not to assume too much since assumptions will lead to expectations, and expectations will inevitably incur disappointments
I wonder sometimes why ppl cheat on one another...why can't ppl appreaciate what's in front of them and not falling into the trap of not realising what they have until it's gone? I've watched "opposite attracts" on dvd recently and it said.."why is it that we sometimes asked for advice when we already knew the answers? maybe cos we wanted to be wrong"...i thought that was the best line i've heard in ages...I wanted to be wrong many times in the past but never really been when it counted most..I hate gut feelings cos they've never been wrong...wouldn't life be less complicated if we follow our heads and not our hearts? The heart is the most poisonous thing...it made us sad, it made us weep, and it made us do silly stoopid things...the question is: why can't we live without it?
There are two things that we all do so well...secrets and lies...why do we have to put on an exterior and exert a mood that isn't remotely close to how we feel inside? Humans are free to do what we will, they claimed. The truth is, we aren't free. Our emotions are being censored...otherwise why can't we scream when we want to...cry when we want to...laugh when we want to? Why do we have to say and do the right thing at the right time? The answer is 'coz deep down, we care about what ppl are thinking. We're afraid of being judged, especially by the ppl that matter most to us...our friends.
I'm one of those ppl who like to stick to their comfort zones. I'd like to order the same thing on the menu everytime I go out to eat. I hate trying new things because I'm afraid that I may regret ordering them later on. What I've failed to realise over the years was to examine my options. If I was so sure that I'd hate the thing that I have ordered, then the worst thing that could happen when i ordered it would be that I hated it. Therefore, why not ordering it anyway? Who knows, I may even end up liking it. And if that wasn't the case then at least I'd be able to say to ppl "tried once, didn't like" as opposed to having to live the rest of my coward life wondering what might have happened...
Just hope i'm in a better mood tommorow... feel better bout myself and things round me...people round me!!

::Listening to- Usher-Confessions::

I  just read this sumwhere and thought it was beautiful:):)..just hope i neva need to dedicate it to sumone sumday(",)

Last night, you gave me a kiss
You didn't know it, but I was awake when you did
You were quiet, you were going to let me sleep
So I just laid there, pretending to be
You said some things you didn't know I could hear
And the words I love you never sounded so sincere

It's going to make it hard to tell you that I'm leaving
Now that I know just how much you care
You finally gave me one good reason not to go
But staying here
Is my worst fear

This morning I rolled out of bed
recalling all of the sweet things that you said
This was the day I was going to hurt you bad
Called out your name, but you didn't answer back
I searched the house to find out what was wrong
Like a ton of bricks, it hit me you were gone

All along I knew there was something missing
And only one thing left to do
I had to leave behind this life that we'd been living
But the only thing that left was you

It's going to make it hard to tell you that I'm leaving
Now that I know just how much you care
You finally gave me one good reason not to go
But being alone is my worst fear
And staying here
Is my worst fear

:D :o :lol: 8) :P :oops: :twisted: :roll: :wink:

hmmm...bin ages since i bloggedd...n no one seems to notice..except of course my sweetheart marlon..hehehe..oh n dat reminds me..how u doin marlo..u din seem too happy the other day..ddin wana push u into tellin stuff to me..jus hope waeva it is is fine now..sumhow get the feelin im part of ur grief..i mean..u knw the whole connectione..me..u..sithari..u..lol..but i still cnt tink of ne thin i possibly did..havent spoken to u in like months..ne ways...had notin better to do rite now..freakin etisalat servers down..so cnt IM. cant do nutin...tot id play sum kiddo game on yahoo games..dat aint loadin either..so yea..i read d whole newspaper..in n out..lol..seems d servers mite take days or even weeks to ressurect..

life is umm...ok i tink..was pretty downhill d past few weekkssss....details i dunt wana givee..gess half the people readin the blog know wht they are ne wyas..but yes..life is gud now...dhaval is in town..a whole year widout dat guy..i missed dat idiottt...gona have lunch wid him tday n dine wid him tomo..so gess im gona go broke by the time he's gone...but ah..its worth it...

ambika is in town fo d past month..n i havent met her yet...whts rong wid me.hehehe..hav a date on saturday...shes gona kill me fo not seein her the whole time!!!!!..

aite boss is in..shall fill in latr...

Things I have done:

(x) = have done

(X) Snuck out of the house

(X) Got lost in your own city - all the time,man,all the time

() Seen a shooting Star

(X) Been to any other countries

(X) Had serious surgery : Had two cysts removed

(X) Gone out in public in your pjamas

() Kissed a stranger

(X) Hugged a stranger

( ) Been in a fist fight

( ) Been arrested

(X ) Laughed and had milk/coke come out of your nose

(X) Pushed all of the buttons on an elevator: always!

( ) Sworn at your parents

(X) Been in love

(X) Been close to love

( ) Been to a casino

( ) Been skydiving: i wish:(

() Skinny Dipped

(X) Skipped school

(X) Seen a therapist

(X) Done the splits

(X) Played spin the bottle

(X) Gotten stitches

() Drank a whole gallon of milk in one hour: eww no!

(X) Bitten someone : **Blush blush**

( ) Been to Niagra Falls

(X) Got Chickenpox

(X) Kissed a member of the opposite sex

( ) Crashed a friend's car

( ) Been to Japan

(X) Ridden in a taxi

(X) Been dumped: :(

(X) Shoplifted

( ) Been Fired

() Had a crush on somebody of the same sex: led sum thins stay secrets;)

(X) Had feelings for someone who didn't have them back

() Gone on a blind date

(X) Lied to a friend

(X)Lied to sumone u dated

(X)Lied to person peresently dating

() Had a crush on a teacher

( ) Celebrated Mardi Gras in New Orleans

() Been to Europe

() Slept with a co-worker sorta

( ) Been married

( ) Gotten divorced

( ) Had children

(X) Seen someone die

(X) Had a close friend die

() Seen the Rocky HorrorPicture Show

(x) thrown up in a bar
( ) purposely set a part of myself on fire
(X) eaten sushi
( ) been skiing/snowboarding
(x) met someone in person from the internet
(x) gone to college/university
() graduated college/university
( ) fired a gun
(x) purposely hurt yourself
(x) taken painkillers

() been intimate with someone of the same gender

Women are like apples on trees.

The best ones are at the top of the tree. Most men don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they just get the rotten apples from the ground that aren't as good, but easy......

So the apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality, they're amazing. They just have to wait for the right man to come along, the one who's brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree.

And... Men?

Men are like a fine wine. They start out as grapes, and it's up to women to stomp the shit out of them until they turn into something acceptable to have dinner with.

what do you do when mangoes are a lil sour? this is what you do, get a blender, chuck some icecubes into it. add some milk, and a lil milk, and chuck in the sour mangoes and blend. what you get is a thick concotion of cold mango, add a lil sugar and abiiiiiiiiiiit of cinnamon and drink. its good. no i lie its FANFUCKINGTASTIC. i will go drink more of that later

yea yea so i was bored...n came across dis site thingie in sumones blog..so tot id giv it a shot..now i knw dis entry is gona b long...but its jus sum of d quizes i tuk..so der..dis way u can knw more bout me widout me havin to tell u dat much:PP...so go ahead..read up...n den try em out urself..

What Does Your Birth Date Mean?

Your Birthdate: August 20
Your birth on the 20th day of the month adds a degree of emotion, sensitivity, and intuition to your reading. The 2 energy provided here is very social, allowing you to make friends easily and quickly. Yet you are apt to have a rather nervous air in the company of a large group.

You have a warmhearted nature and emotional understanding that constantly seeks affection. You are very prone to become depressed and moody, as emotions can turn inward and cause anxiety and mental turmoil.
It can be hard for you to bounce back to reality when depression sets in.
When things are going well, you can go just as far the other way and become extremely affectionate.

What Are The Keys To Your Heart?

The Keys to Your Heart

You are attracted to those who have a split personality - cold as ice on the outside but hot as fire in the heart. In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored. You'd like to your lover to think you are loyal and faithful... that you'll never change.
You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic. Your ideal relationship is comforting. You crave a relationship where you always feel warmth and love. Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment. You think of marriage something you've always wanted... though you haven't really thought about it. In this moment, you think of love as something you don't need. You just feel like flirting around and playing right now.

How Sinful Are You?

Your Deadly Sins
Sloth: 80% 
Envy: 20% 
Gluttony: 0% 
Greed: 0% 
Lust: 0% 
Pride: 0% 
Wrath: 0% 
Chance You'll Go to Hell: 14% 
You will die while sleeping - and no one will notice.

How Extroverted Are You?

Your Extroversion Profile:
Cheerfulness: Medium
Excitement Seeking: Medium
Friendliness: Medium
Sociability: Medium
Activity Level: Low
Assertiveness: Low

What You Really Think Of Your Friends

Cheryl is your soulmate.
You truly love Madhavi.
You consider Urvi your true friend.
You know that Marlon is always thinking of you.
You'll remember Dhaval for the rest of your life.
You secretly think Shaffiq is creative, charming, and a bit too dramatic at times.
You secretly think that Daniel is colorful, impulsive, and a total risk taker.
You secretly think that Siraj is loyal and trustworthy to you. And that Siraj changes lovers faster than underwear.
You secretly think Ravisha is shy and nonconfrontational. And that Ravisha has a hidden internet romance.

What's Your Personality Type?

Your #1 Match: ISFJ
The Nurturer

You have a strong need to belong, and you very loyal.
A good listener, you excell at helping others in practical ways.
In your spare time, you enjoy engaging your senses through art, cooking, and music.
You find it easy to be devoted to one person, who you do special things for.

You would make a good interior designer, chef, or child psychologist.

What Age Will You Die?

You Will Die at Age 79
79

You're pretty average when it comes to how you live...

And how you'll die as well.

What Age Do You Act?

You Are 11 Years Old
11

You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.

How Normal Are you?

You Are 55% Normal
(Somewhat Normal)

While some of your behavior is quite normal...
Other things you do are downright strange
You've got a little of your freak going on
But you mostly keep your weirdness to yourself

What Is Your Love Number?

Your Love Number is 
1

You tend to be a stubborn lover, holding your ground in every argument
You take your time falling in love. You aren't the type to lose perspective.
You are loyal (to a fault), and you require the same loyalty in your sweetheart.
At your best, you are a wise and inspiring partner - who sticks around.

oki now enuf fo d day..gess iv given yall quiet a lot to read..lolz..sorry..ne ways...wana try it out...
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ok, there is a big, black, hairy spider on the wall behind the computer. he's one of those spiders who doesn't crawl exactly-he kind of jerks along when he moves. i mean, one second he is in one spot and the next, he is in quite another place. i hate that. and i know he's looking at me thinking, 'hmm...i bet she would just LOVE for me to go over there and bite her. lots of my little cousins have bitten her, and she hasn't been bitten in a good few months, so maybe i oughta venture over there...' oh, crap...just a second. i think he IS coming over here....

dangit! i tried to swat him with a magazine, and i missed (as usual) and now he is on the floor somewhere and i bet he is not a happy arachnid. i'll just have to type fast...

Ode to the Nice Girls 

I got this e-mail today.. and it made me feel better..and somewhere in between those lines i could see a self refelction...so enjoy girls....

This is my tribute to the nice girls. To the nice girls who are overlooked, who become friends and nothing more, who spend hours fixating upon their looks and their personalities and their actions because it must be they that are doing something wrong. This is for the girls who don't give it up on the first date, who don't want to play mind games, who provide a comforting hug and a supportive audience for a story they've heard a thousand times. This is for the girls who understand that they aren't perfect and that the guys they're interested in aren't either, for the girls who flirt and laugh and worry and obsess over the slightest glance, whisper, touch, because somehow they are able to keep alive that hope that maybe... maybe this time he'll have understood. This is an homage to the girls who laugh loud and often, who are comfortable in skirts and sweats and combat boots, who care more than they should for guys who don't deserve their attention. This is for those girls who have
been in the trenches, who have watched other girls time and time again fake up and make up and fuck up the guys in their lives without saying a word. This is for the girls who have been there from the beginning and have heard the trite words of advice, from "there are plenty of fish in the sea," to "time heals all wounds." This is to honor those girls who know that guys are just as scared as they are, who know that they deserve better, who are seeking to find it.

This is for the girls who have never been in love, but know that it's an experience that they don't want to miss out on. For the girls who have sought a night with friends and been greeted by a night of catcalling, rude comments and explicit invitations that they'd rather not have experienced. This is for the girls who have spent their weekends sitting on the sidelines of a beer pong tournament or a case race, or playing Florence Nightingale for a vomiting guy friend or a comatose crush, who have received a drunk phone call just before dawn from someone who doesn't care enough to invite them over but is still willing to pass out in their bed. This is for the girls who have left sad song lyrics in their away messages, who have tried to make someone understand through a subliminally appealing profile, who have time and time again dropped their male friend hint after hint after hint only to watch him chase after the first blonde girl in a skirt. This is for the girls who have been told
that they're too good or too smart or too pretty, who have been given compliments as a way of breaking off a relationship, who have ever been told they are only wanted as a friend.

This one's for the girls who you can take home to mom, but won't because it's easier to sleep with a whore than foster a relationship; this is for the girls who have been led on by words and kisses and touches, all of which were either only true for the moment, or never real to begin with. This is for the girls who have allowed a guy into their head and heart and bed, only to discover that he's just not ready, he's just not over her, he's just not looking to be tied down; this is for the girls who believe the excuses because it's easier to believe that it's not that they don't want you, it's that they don't want anyone. This is for the girls who have had their hearts broken and their hopes dashed by someone too cavalier to have cared in the first place; this is for the nights spent dissecting every word and syllable and inflection in his speech, for the nights when you've returned home alone, for the nights when you've seen from across the room him leaning a little too close, or
standing a little too near, or talking a little too softly for the girl he's with to be a random hookup. This is for the girls who have endured party after party in his presence, finally having realized that it wasn't that he didn't want a relationship: it was that he didn't want you. I honor you for the night his dog died or his grandmother died or his little brother crashed his car and you held him, thinking that if you only comforted him just right, or said the right words, or rubbed his back in the right way then perhaps he'd realize what it was that he already had. This is for the night you realized that it would never happen, and the sunrise you saw the next morning after failing to sleep.

This is for the "I really like you, so let's still be friends" comment after you read more into a situation than he ever intended; this is for never realizing that when you choose friends, you seldom choose those which make you cry yourself to sleep. This is for the hugs you've received from your female friends, for the nights they've reassured you that you are beautiful and intelligent and amazing and loyal and truly worthy of a great guy; this is for the despair you all felt as you sat in the aftermath of your tears, knowing that that night the only companionship you'd have was with a pillow and your teddy bear. This is for the girls who have been used and abused, who have endured what he was giving because at least he was giving something; this is for the stupidity of the nights we've believed that something was better than nothing, though his something was nothing we'd have ever wanted. This is for the girls who have been satisified with too little and who have learned never to
expect anything more: for the girls who don't think that they deserve more, because they've been conditioned for so long to accept the scraps thrown to them by guys.

This is what I don't understand. Men sit and question and whine that girls are only attracted to the mean guys, the guys who berate them and belittle them and don't appreciate them and don't want them; who use them for sex and think of little else than where their next conquest will be made. Men complain that they never meet nice girls, girls who are genuinely interested and compelling, who are intelligent and sweet and smart and beautiful; men despair that no good women want to share in their lives, that girls play mindgames, that girls love to keep them hanging. Yet, men, I ask you: were you to meet one of these genuinely interested, thrillingly compelling, interesting and intelligent and sweet and beautiful and smart girls, were you to give her your number and wait for her to call... and if you were to receive a call from her the next day and she, in her truthful, loyal, intelligent and straightforward nice girl fashion, were to tell you that she finds you intriguing and
attractive and interesting and worth her time and perhaps material from which she could fashion a boyfriend, would you or would you not immediately call your friends to tell them of the "stalker chick" you'd met the night prior, who called you and wore her heart on her sleeve and told the truth? And would you, or would you not, refuse to make plans with her, speak with her, see her again, and once again return to the bar or club or party scene and search once more for this "nice girl" who you just cannot seem to find? Because therein lies the truth, guys: we nice girls are everywhere. But you're not looking for a nice girl. You're not looking for someone genuinely interested in your intermural basketball game, or your anatomy midterm grade, or that argument you keep having with your father; you're looking for a quick fix, a night when you can pretend to have a connection with another human being which is just as disposable as the condom you were using during it.

So don't say you're on the lookout for nice girls, guys, when you pass us up on every step you take. Sometimes we go undercover; sometimes we go in disguise: sometimes when that girl in the low cut shirt or the too tight miniskirt won't answer your catcalls, sometimes you're looking at a nice girl in whore's clothing - - we might say we like the attention, we might blush and giggle and turn back to our friends, but we're all thinking the same thing: "This isn't me. Tomorrow morning, I'll be wearing a teeshirt and flannel shorts, I'll have slept alone and I'll be making my hungover best friend breakfast. See through the disguise. See me." You never do. Why? Because you only see the exterior, you only see the slutty girl who welcomes those advances. You don't want the nice girl.. so don't say you're looking for a relationship: relationships take time and energy and intent, three things we're willing to extend - - but in return, we're looking for compassion and loyalty and trust, three
things you never seem willing to express. Maybe nice guys finish last, but in the race they're running they're chasing after the whores and the sluts and the easy-targets... the nice girls are waiting at the finish line with water and towels and a congradulatory hug (and yes, if she's a nice girl and she likes you, the sweatiness probably won't matter), hoping against hope that maybe you'll realize that they're the ones that you want at the end of that silly race.

So maybe it won't last forever. Maybe some of those guys in that race will turn in their running shoes and make their way to the concession stand where we're waiting; however, until that happens, we still have each other, that silly race to watch, and all the chocolate we can eat (because what's a concession stand at a race without some chocolate?)

::when will my reflection show...who i am inside??::

sumtins botherin me..jus duno wht it is...bin so low lately..jus wana cry n led it all out..jus want sumone to gime a big hug n a shoulder to cry on n not ask any quests.. whts rong wid me..y am i lidis lately...hate my self so much :x

rite now i jus wana cut everyone outa my life..sumhow i dun c dat happenin...hav so much runnin thru my head lately...thins dat neva bothered me befo now seem to b a big issue..n sumhow dey keepin popin up in dis small head of mine.. hav no one to tell it out to..ppl wld proly tink im crazy...i proly am.. cheryl wldnt understand...no one would..  :(

danny is bak..hmm.. sumhow hav nutin to say der...happy dat hes bak owiosuly.. but..

bin spkin to rucha so much lately... spoke to _¤_ß¡gg¡ë_¤_- yest n tday...both time i ended up sobbin.. iv becum sucha emotional hag..urgh.. hate myself..

listnin to- "bless the broken road- Rascal Flatts"

Sometimes things just hit you....sometimes in a wrong way, sometimes in the right way.  Either way sometimes the smallest things hurt more than you think they will.  Makes you realizes how you feel about things though.  In a good way, I suppose.  Even though it hurts, it helps... :cry:

dayafta is the safari.. :o hope dat goes well..  this semester went by soooo fast. this whole year went by so fast. this is the end of my freshman year. by the time im dun wid my summers i will have turned 19 :shock: . i will be a year closer to getting my degree. a year closer to being independent and living on my own. i don't know if this is supposed to make me excited or just apprehensive. i couldn't do it. i make a bad move anywhere and i want to run home or to sumone crying. i have one bad day at school and i don't think i am strong enough to be here.

So I haven't been like this in a while. Damn. Crazy how u'r tollerance gets so low after a very short time.  Can't wait to see urvi in a few days :p .  It's been so long yet I still miss them (madh urvi n pika) so much!  Can't really concentrate on much right now but I will try to get something valuable out of this. 

U know what..love how my life in enfolding rite now..just love how thins r goin. Actually I love being able to be like hey I actually have someone that's probly thinkin of me right now.  Cheesy I know, but so true :roll:.  Neva felt this way with shaff..not in the begining neva in the end either..Ahh yes, the good times. So crazy in luv wid Elfie..yea yea mystry man to most of u..,.but jus prefer not to disclose just yet. :oops:

It seems lately, that I've been having some Typing Dyslexia. I know how to spell words when I type, but my fingers seem to type what they want. It gets annoying having to hit the Backspace key so much, I think the Backspace key should be bigger ,since I use it so much lately.

On my keyboard at work, you can tell where what hand I use the most to hit the space bar the most, my right hand thumb.

these past few days have been bleh. definitely not talking to Shaff. i intend on talking to him at some point,i just dont know if im ready for all the emotions and talks involved with being his friend. that sounds really shallow and selfish of me, but i am just so stressed with work, the last hting i need is for him to sit there pointing all my faults to me all the time. and now that i havent talked to him for a coupla days, ive realized how much more relaxed i am. i dont know why, but like talking to him, it always ends up in an argument and i always have to prove myself. i dont know why it feels like that.
so its fair that i chose to stay away from him for a while, isnt it?
jus spoke to urvi, wnted to knw whts cookin at her end and why she is so pissed off at me and won't talk to me. i can't even begin to describe how tired i am of having misunderstandings with friends. why can't everyone just accept me and everyone else for who they are and stop getting offended aobut the little things and try and focus on the bigger picture and how much fun we have together and all the good times we've had. 
SHAFF JUST STARTED ALL OVER AGIAN ABOUT HOW I DONT PUT MUCH VALUE INTO THINGS. GODDAMNIT SHAFF. LET GO. DROP IT. DROP IT. NOW. I JUST FUCKING SAID LETS JUST START OVER AND FORGET THIS HAPPENED. "ooh okay. but its just that u dont put much value into things" HERE WE FUCKING GO AGAIN. LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE. I WANT MY SPACE.
I CANT IMAGINE BEING IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH YOU OR UR EGO LET ALONE BEING UR FRIEND. WOW.
FUCK ME.
IVE NEVER MET SUCH A FUCKING EMOTIONAL TRAINWRECK THAT WAS A GUY. FUUUUUUUCKKKKKK JUST LEAVE ME ALONE I DONTW ANT TO ARGUE WITH U O RANYONE ANYMORE.

On a different note:..jus read dis sumwhere...duno y i wanainclude it in my blog..ges i jus wana giv u guys sumtin to read:P

One day, while walking to the store, I passed by a nursing home. On the
lawn were six old ladies lying naked on the grass. I thought this was a
bit unusual, but continued on my way to the store.

On my return trip, I passed the same nursing home with the same six old
ladies lying naked on the lawn. This time, my curiosity got the best of
me and I went inside to talk to the manager.

I asked, "Do you know there are six ladies lying naked on your front
lawn?"

"Yes," he said. "They are retired prostitutes and they're having a yard
sale."

Your Age By Chocolate Math...
DON'T CHEAT BY SCROLLING DOWN FIRST!!!
It takes less than a minute. Work this out as you read. Be sure you don't read the bottom until you've worked it out! This is not one of those waste of time things, it's fun.

1. First of all, pick the number of times a week that you would like to have chocolate. (more than once but less than 10)... 5

2. Multiply this number by 2 (Just to be bold)... 10

3. Add 5. (for Sunday)... 15

4. Multiply it by 50 I'll wait while you get the calculator... 750 (i didn't need a calculator)

5. If you have already had your birthday this year add 1755...

If you haven't, add 1754... 2504

6. Now subtract the four digit year that you were born... 2204-1986

You should have a three digit number. 518

The first digit of this was your original number (i.e., how many times you want to have chocolate each week).

The next two numbers are...

YOUR AGE!!! (OH YES, IT IS!!!)  well damn, it worked.

THIS IS THE ONLY YEAR (2005) IT WILL EVER WORK, SO SPREAD IT AROUND WHILE IT LASTS.

I had a dream . . .. . that you didn't love me anymore . . .

. . . I also dreamt of castles -- a blur of colors -- scarlet, gold, white . . . Royal women . . . Lined eyes, dark skin, veiled and mysterious . . .

I dreamt of darkness, of light, of false love . . .

And those dreams won't leave me...

yep bloggin after a really really long time...jus din have much to say..or must i say din wana say much... im single again..or dats wht i tink..i dun really know wats happening with my life..kina confusin at this point...butshaffs outa my love life fo sure...its this other person im confused bout...but at the same time i duno wht im so confused bout too.. ok i know i aint making sense..jus if u were in myshoes ud know exactly wht i was spkin bout...sometimess i jus wonder what im doin wid my life..n i seem to hav no answers..

jus spoke to ambika..she gave me a suprise..she got bak here at 9 in the mornin..feel gud to hav sumone to spk my heart out to...tol her everythin..feel so lite now...she aint judgin..daz wht i luv bout her the most :)...cnt wait for sat...gona meet her..yaaay...im so excited...

Alright...Today I laughed until I cried...at everything. Even if it really wasnt that funny. Like my computer having a mind of its own and just turning on and playing random songs whenever it feels like it. I walk past and the computer is on and playing some weird song. lol. Its really creepy sometimes. I feel like i am just going to wake up one night with it standing over me with a butcher knife or something lol....I'm serious.
HAvent you ever wondered about the fact that There's something perverse about Valentine's Day falling in Lent.  Lent is a time of privation and reflection, and Valentine's Day is all about indulgence--in love and friendship... and chocolate .  But what can you do?  Jesus trumps St. Valentine (who's apocryphal, anyway).
Well...I think I am going to go now because I have ranted and raved enough for one day.   more later :D:D

awriteyy..i jus did this test Which Personality Disorder Do You Have? and dis is d response i got...

Dependant

You definately have issues with yourself, whether you realise it yet or not.You are dependand on others to take care of you, to keep your sanity in place,which is why if you say, have a nasty fight with someone close to you,or they, i dont' know, DIE,you are likely to go beserk and attempt suicide.Maybe you should quit depending on people who are insensitive bastards, and find someone worth your obsessing?

I have been missing you for a while now ...
you may be there ....
but the way we were has changed now ...

I dont know if it is just what has been going on or in your own way your backing off i dont know if it is just because i am down that it seems that way ...
i mean truly if it is just that you wanna back off ill understand ill be hurt but you gotta do what you gotta do ...

you would tell me you love me and come to visit me any chance you get now it is diffrent?....

i just dont know how to feel right now i wanna race upon you and hugg you and kiss you and tell you i love you but it just seems you are somewhere else ... maybe i am ...
i used to tell you i loved you more too so i know it just isnt you ...

i dont want to lose us or lose you
just tell me somethign talk to me...
i ask you whats on your mind and you say nothing you used to tell me you thought about me now its like i am just there...

I just miss how we were before...
I love you ....
Ok .... so how do i say what i feel without it being like i am demanding or  whatever.......

i barely see you anymore and when i do it is for a brief second then   your busy ... are you not interested in me anymore is that it ..

i just dont know how to feel part of me feels uncomfortable around  you anymore cause i dont know if i am bugging you or if you even notice i am there .... sumone else is definately replacin me n u

is it something i am doing or not doing ?....  i dont know what to do anymore i just wnna know what in the hell is going on ....

i am feeling lost   and  alone....

*sighs*

A part of me will always love a part of you. But I am no longer only that part and neither are you.

constant thoughts of you go through my head
like how we could always talk ... and how we just couldnt wait to be together yadda yadda ...

blah ok before i sound out of my mind i am gonna stop ...
It's good to be free.

lisnin to **sting-a thousand years**

there are many elements of attraction
sometimes its few
sometimes its many
i like it all

...and the sun was low on the horizon again, theres an idiot on the telephone, but the music is drowning him out. my eyes hang heavy still, it'll be another hour before i feel awake. that fact alone makes me wonder sometimes.

and then its time once again to journey into the cold
darkness approaching fast
eyes awakened, the bass pounding on the inside of my skull
makes me feel at home somehow

know your enemy
know yourself
and your victory is never in danger