Darling you send me..

2008-11-10T08:31:00.000-08:00

Pumpkin Music

2007-12-11T07:23:00.000-08:00

Half of this CD is kaput btw

Always

2007-12-06T03:28:00.001-08:00

Today,
Time has stopped.
A minute is still a minute.
An hour is still an hour.
And yet,
The past and the future
Hang in perfect balance.
All focused on the present.
A sweet flow of excitement
Warms me.
You are near.

L.Nimoy

Journey

2007-07-26T07:35:00.000-07:00

One Sentence

2007-06-11T07:02:00.000-07:00

anyone

As I stood in the eternal checkout line, the first 12 seconds of "Grease is the Word" skipping endlessly over the sound system, I realized the pretend boyfriend I was describing to the crazy bag lady was you.

Edie

I conduct job interviews for a living and nothing gives me a better sense of wielding karma than giving the job to the nervous kid instead of the better qualified arrogant prick.

Jesse

She's ruined half of my music library for me.

Eureka

There's a picture of you on my wall and sometimes I feel funny about getting naked in front of it.

Holly

Five years and an engagement ring later, my brother forgave his ex-best-friend for hitting on his little sister.

cha

It's been so long that I don't even look down your street anymore.

Sonja Herbert

Because my mother lost her faith while hiding in a circus during the Third Reich, I was raised a carnie brat, looking for true religion all over the world.

zot

I am heart-sick because, like many parents of children with profound disabilities, my most secret and unspoken prayer is "Dear God, please let me outlive my child."

saunya

I held my father's hand as he died in that hospital room and realized I'd never held his hand before that moment.

Anonymous

I couldn't bear to tell the girl I loved that I was only dreaming and that she was merely a figment of my imagination, so I kissed her, and as the world lost its color, I slowly woke up.

Angel

The worst thing about secret girlfriends is that when they get hit by cars you're not supposed to cry.

Carmen

I was only fourteen.

Erik Wennstrom

It was one of those exams that you absolutely must pass if you want to continue in the program, and I failed the set-your-alarm-clock-properly portion.

Finster

My friend Bob loved his vinyl records so much that he used to obsess about which ones to save if his house caught fire but when it actually happened he chose his girlfriend instead.

Adam

The pedestrian looked concerned, as he bounced off the bonnet of my car.

JuliePatchouli

He longed for me for four years in high school and then forgot; I avoided him for four years in high school and then obsessed for ten about what could have been.

Shine

I waited two years for a chance with her, but in the end it was she who took the chance with me.

dragonsquirrel92

"I was waiting for you," she said, and for an instant I wasn't alone.

Sheryl

When asked to name the one person absent from her life that she missed the most, she responded, "The person I hoped I'd be by this point in my life."

Erik

When I read that the moon is moving away from the Earth at a rate of an inch a year, I knew one day too it would abandon me.

N

I used to pray every month for my period to come, but recently I've started hoping it wouldn't.

denton

I want to hold her to stop her tears, but I know my girlfriend would not appreciate that.

Ainsley

He told me that he hates himself, so I told him that I love him.

Ali

She breezed into my technology class, late and toting a beige shoulder bag, and I knew that some time later she was going to be the most wonderful thing in my life.

Missing: Love
I’ve never been on a plane but in September I’m flying 3,000 miles to meet a guy who makes me laugh and was arrested by the Mexican police.

www.onesentence.org

How apt

2007-06-06T08:41:00.000-07:00

MISSING: Marcus Chia

Was last seen drinking jack daniels

'What will you last be seen doing?' at QuizGalaxy.com

Pearl

2007-05-18T23:33:00.000-07:00

For The Lil Ones

2007-04-19T08:31:00.000-07:00

300 ... but now PG-ified for the kids!

New Improved LessUgly Boots!

2007-04-17T10:06:00.000-07:00

Still keeping with the golden theme

Further Studies On Singapore

2007-04-17T09:47:00.000-07:00

		Marky			You know, i did some research
		lala			about what?
		Marky			Wait ah trying to find that dude's name
		Marky			the guy from palembang who founded singapore?
		lala			/dunno
		lala			stamford raffles founded singapore
		Marky			Sang Nila Utama
		lala			oh
		Marky			Well ok, but this guy named it
		Marky			Anyway, he supposedly saw a lion so named it Singapura
		Marky			BUT... there are no lions in South East Asia
		Marky			Don't think he would even have seen one unless he went to africa
		Marky			and THAT'S what i did when i came home :P
		Marky			I know
		Marky			I'm cool

Easter.. home to our babies

2007-04-14T07:20:00.000-07:00

Home

2007-03-29T08:52:00.000-07:00

Another summers day
Has come and gone away
In Paris and Rome
But I wanna go home

Maybe surrounded by
A million people I
Still feel all alone
I just wanna go home
Babe I miss you, you know

And I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you
Each one a line or two
“I’m fine baby, how are you?”
Well I would send them but I know that it’s just not enough
My words were cold and flat
And you deserve more than that

Another aeroplane
Another sunny place
I’m lucky I know
But I wanna go home
Mmmm, I’ve got to go home

Let me go home
'Cause I’m just too far from where you are
I wanna come home

Let me go home
I’ve had my run
Baby, I’m done
I gotta go home
Let me go home
It will all be all right
I’ll be home tonight
I’m coming back home

More puns!

2007-03-29T08:40:00.000-07:00

* I wondered why the baseball was getting bigger. Then it hit me.

* Police were called to a daycare where a three-year-old was - resisting a rest.

* Did you hear about the guy whose whole left side was cut off?

He's all right now.

*The roundest knight at King Arthur's round table was Sir Cumference.

* To write with a broken pencil is pointless.

* When fish are in schools they sometimes take debate.

* The short fortune teller who escaped from prison - was a small medium at large.

* A thief who stole a calendar got twelve months.

* A thief fell in wet cement. He became a hardened criminal.

* When the smog lifts in Los Angeles, U C L A.

* The dead batteries were given out free of charge.

* A dentist and a manicurist fought tooth and nail.

* What's the definition of a will? (It's a dead giveaway)

* A bicycle can't stand alone; it is two tired.

* Time flies like an arrow; fruit flies like a banana.

* A backward poet writes inverse.

* A chicken crossing the road: poultry in motion.

* With each marriage she got a new name and a dress.

* Show me a piano falling down a mine shaft ... and I'll show you A-flat miner.

* When a clock is really hungry it goes back four seconds.

* You are stuck with your debt if you can't budge it.

* A boiled egg is hard to beat.

* When you've seen one shopping center you've seen a mall.

* Santa's helpers are subordinate clauses.

Zeroes

2007-03-13T05:34:00.000-07:00

Via: VideoSift

Another Summer Day

2007-02-17T21:49:00.000-08:00

Well, the week was up and so a heavy goodbye to my lovely apartment. Thanks SCB. More pics for the road.

My little room where i can sit In The Nud and moon Shell House.

God bless Adrian and Dolly who blazed the way in Singapore (and family planning) for us. Old high school chum, annual CNY gambling Water Fish and resolute Stag Night kaki.. Adrian and family will henceforth be our secure base for sorties into crappy Singaporean food and culture. We love you guys.

Dolly and Adrian buying dinner for 2 lost souls

Chun Yew and I with our necessary hip tissue packs!

The Japanese Yee Sang which Adrian claims has no sauce.. hmm crunchy

Another summer day, has come and gone away, in Paris and Rome.. but i wanna go home..

Tales from Singapore

2007-02-07T11:19:00.000-08:00

Somerset Liang Court in Orange
"Alrite mate, c u next wk. Btw I think i'm gonna hv to get subway to be permanently delivered to my workstation... So tell d guys back home that singp is crap!"
- Chun Yew 7th Feb 2007, 3rd day on the job

A Marky Reminder

2007-01-29T13:24:00.000-08:00

Yesterday I picked up Donald Trump's book succintly entitled "How To Get Rich". At RM33 it was an investment risk worth plonking on so what the hey. Figures.. a day later and i'm nearly done with it, boy are his fonts big. It's like Trumpy gems in Enid Blyton form. So for the only person who reads my blog, here's notes on his book in true Trump style (less than 10 words):
- toot your horn when you're good, because no one else will
- invite bank managers over for dinner to restructure loans
- read lots, know lots and enjoy what you do
- invest simply and train your instincts
- don't ever interrupt your boss or client when they're talking

"Anyone with more than a little curiosity and ambition will at some point be tempted to try a different challenge on new terrain. Take the risk, but before you do, do everything you can do learn what you're getting yourself into, and be sure as you can you got the right mind-set for the job"

- The Donald

Punny

2007-01-29T06:13:00.000-08:00

1. Two antennas met on a roof fell in love and got married. The ceremony wasn’t much, but the reception was excellent.

2. A jumper cable walks into a bar. The bartender says, “I’ll serve you, but don’t start anything.”

3. Two peanuts walk into a bar, and one was a salted.

4. A dyslexic man walks into a bra.

5. A man walks into a bar with a slab of asphalt under his arm and says, “A beer please, and one for the road.”

6. Two cannibals are eating a clown. One says to the other, “Does this taste funny to you?”

7. “Doc, I can’t stop singing ‘The Green, Green Grass of Home.’” “That sounds like Tom Jones Syndrome.” “Is it common?” Well, “It’s Not Unusual.”

8. Two cows are standing next to each other in a field. Daisy says to Dolly, “I was artificially inseminated this morning.” “I don’t believe you,” says Dolly. “It’s true, no bull!” exclaims Daisy.

9. An invisible man marries an invisible woman. The kids were nothing to look at either.

10. Deja Moo: The feeling that you’ve heard this bull before.

11. I went to buy some camouflage trousers the other day but I couldn’t find any.

12. A man woke up in a hospital after a serious accident. He shouted, “Doctor, doctor, I can’t feel my legs!” The doctor replied, “I know you can’t - I’ve cut off your arms!”

13. I went to a seafood disco last week… and pulled a mussel.

14. What do you call a fish with no eyes? A fsh.

15. Two fish swim into a concrete wall. The one turns to the other and says “Dam!”

16. Two Eskimos sitting in a kayak were chilly, so they lit a fire in the craft. Unsurprisingly, it sank, proving once again that you can’t have your kayak and heat it too.

17. A group of chess enthusiasts checked into a hotel and were standing in the lobby discussing their recent tournament victories. After about an hour, the manager came out of the office and asked them to disperse. “But why,” they asked, as they moved off. “Because”, he said, “I can’t stand chess-nuts boasting in an open foyer.”

18. A woman has twins and gives them up for adoption. One of them goes to a family in Egypt and is named “Ahmal.” The other goes to a family in Spain; they name him “Juan.” Years later, Juan sends a picture of himself to his birth mother. Upon receiving the picture, she tells her husband that she wishes she also had a picture of Ahmal. Her husband responds, “They’re twins! If you’ve seen Juan, you’ve seen Ahmal.”

19. Mahatma Gandhi, as you know, walked barefoot most of the time, which produced an impressive set of calluses on his feet. He also ate very little, which made him rather frail and with his odd diet, he suffered from bad breath. This made him …(Oh, man, this is so bad, it’s good)… . A super calloused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis.

20. And finally, there was the person who sent twenty different puns to his friends, with the hope that at least ten of the puns would make them laugh. No pun in ten did.

Cookie Addiction

2007-01-21T21:44:00.000-08:00

Paper Thin

2007-01-10T03:44:00.000-08:00

If you're beautiful it's easy to forget other people. There's always someone else who wants to know you, and so no one ever matters very much, so you tend to lose even the ones you're fond of. If you're beautiful, you always have to be suspicious. Sometimes you wonder why people are being nice to you, and sometimes you know that your beauty is the reason that some people want to be horrible to you. People think that they want to know you, but they really they are fascinated by a mask.

If you're beautiful, you never know how real is the friendliness of your friends. You have to keep testing them, and then sometimes you go too far, and that way you lose them. It's a kind of loneliness that you never escape, but if you don't want anyone to know you, to know you as you really are, then beauty is the perfect protection. You get solitude. Freedom.

- Birds Without Wings

Cheque

2007-01-10T03:28:00.000-08:00

The cheapest ugliest

2006-12-29T15:40:00.000-08:00

Gears of war

2006-12-28T10:35:00.001-08:00

Year End

2006-12-22T00:53:00.000-08:00

For those who care enough, there will always be something to be sad about.

Hope in the Lord, for i shall yet praise Him.

Groundling

2006-12-07T07:19:00.000-08:00

Straddling the great divide of moralities, the eastern of shame and the western of guilt, isn't it a wonder that the average asian male is left a confused and emasculated lot?

Honour is intrinsically a concept ground into our asian bones. Fillial piety, integrity, sense of duty.

The west perceives that every man possesses a universal sense of goodness, the basic idea of how one should act in all things. "That's just not done" "It's bad form". For all men have fallen short and are guilty of sin.

Guilt and shame. Past and present. Onward ho.

While Malaysia Fiddles, It's Opportunities Run Dry

2006-11-20T18:53:00.000-08:00

Michael Backman

The Age, Nov 15 2006

MALAYSIA'S been at it again, arguing about what proportion of the economy each of its two main races — the Malays and the Chinese — owns. It's an argument that's been running for 40 years. That wealth and race are not synonymous is important for national cohesion, but really it's time Malaysia grew up.

It's a tough world out there and there can be little sympathy for a country that prefers to argue about how to divide wealth rather than get on with the job of creating it.

The long-held aim is for 30 per cent of corporate equity to be in Malay hands, but the figure that the Government uses to justify handing over huge swathes of public companies to Malays but not to other races is absurd. It bases its figure on equity valued, not at market value, but at par value.

Many shares have a par value of say $1 but a market value of $12. And so the Government figure (18.9 per cent is the most recent figure) is a gross underestimate. Last month a paper by a researcher at a local think-tank came up with a figure of 45 per cent based on actual stock prices. All hell broke loose. The paper was withdrawn and the researcher resigned in protest. Part of the problem is that he is Chinese.

"Malaysia boleh!" is Malaysia's national catch cry. It translates to "Malaysia can!" and Malaysia certainly can. Few countries are as good at wasting money. It is richly endowed with natural resources and the national obsession seems to be to extract these, sell them off and then collectively spray the proceeds up against the wall.

This all happens in the context of Malaysia's grossly inflated sense of its place in the world.

Most Malaysians are convinced that the eyes of the world are on their country and that their leaders are world figures. This is thanks to Malaysia's tame media and the bravado of former prime minister Mahathir Mohamad. The truth is, few people on the streets of London or New York could point to Malaysia on a map much less name its prime minister or capital city.

As if to make this point, a recent episode of The Simpsons features a newsreader trying to announce that a tidal wave had hit some place called Kuala Lumpur. He couldn't pronounce the city's name and so made up one, as if no-one cared anyway. But the joke was on the script writers — Kuala Lumpur is inland.

Petronas, the national oil company is well run, particularly when compared to the disaster that passes for a national oil company in neighbouring Indonesia. But in some respects, this is Malaysia's problem. The very success of Petronas means that it is used to underwrite all manner of excess.

The KLCC development in central Kuala Lumpur is an example. It includes the Twin Towers, the tallest buildings in the world when they were built, which was their point.

It certainly wasn't that there was an office shortage in Kuala Lumpur — there wasn't.

Malaysians are very proud of these towers. Goodness knows why. They had little to do with them. The money for them came out of the ground and the engineering was contracted out to South Korean companies.

They don't even run the shopping centre that's beneath them. That's handled by Australia's Westfield.

Next year, a Malaysian astronaut will go into space aboard a Russian rocket — the first Malay in space. And the cost? $RM95 million ($A34.3 million), to be footed by Malaysian taxpayers. The Science and Technology Minister has said that a moon landing in 2020 is the next target, aboard a US flight. There's no indication of what the Americans will charge for this, assuming there's even a chance that they will consider it. But what is Malaysia getting by using the space programs of others as a taxi service? There are no obvious technical benefits, but no doubt Malaysians will be told once again, that they are "boleh". The trouble is, they're not. It's not their space program.

Back in July, the Government announced that it would spend $RM490 million on a sports complex near the London Olympics site so that Malaysian athletes can train there and "get used to cold weather".

But the summer Olympics are held in the summer.

So what is the complex's real purpose? The dozens of goodwill missions by ministers and bureaucrats to London to check on the centre's construction and then on the athletes while they train might provide a clue.

Bank bale outs, a formula one racing track, an entire new capital city — Petronas has paid for them all. It's been an orgy of nonsense that Malaysia can ill afford.

Why? Because Malaysia's oil will run out in about 19 years. As it is, Malaysia will become a net oil importer in 2011 — that's just five years

away.

So it's in this context that the latest debate about race and wealth is so sad.

It is time to move on, time to prepare the economy for life after oil. But, like Nero fiddling while Rome burned, the Malaysian Government is more interested in stunts like sending a Malaysian into space when Malaysia's inadequate schools could have done with the cash, and arguing about wealth distribution using transparently ridiculous statistics.

That's not Malaysia "boleh", that's Malaysia "bodoh" (stupid).

Long Company Stamp

2006-11-20T10:01:00.001-08:00

Australian Police have been unable to recommend a prosecution for the following scam. A company takes out a newspaper advertisement claiming to be able to supply imported hard core pornographic videos. As their prices seem reasonable, people place orders and make payments via check. After several weeks, the company writes back explaining that under the present law they are unable to supply the materials and do not wish to be prosecuted. So they return their customers money in the form of a company check. However, due to the name of the company, few people ever bother to present these to their banks.

The name of the company is ‘The Anal Sex and Fetish Perversion Company’.

Jar Jar

2006-11-12T12:10:00.000-08:00

How on earth can this joker win Fifa World Player 2006?!

All kinds of cute

2006-11-12T11:37:00.000-08:00

Lament

2006-11-06T01:23:00.000-08:00

Malaysia continues to provide a litany of embarrassments.

In the past week, our country has reported the abuse of power from the issuing of APs, Asian Strategy and Leadership Institute(ASLI) findings on Malay ownership equity thrown out the window, dodgy land development and lastly for the moment, the reinforcement of our constitutional racial agenda. To quote Johor UMNO chief Datul Abdul Ghani Othman, non-verbatim , "The concept of Bangsa Malaysia (Malaysian Race) is not acceptable because it means a rojak (mish mash/salad) of races in the country". Once more let us brandish the national stability stick. "Even if the term Bangsa Malaysia is to be used, it must only be applied to the context of all the peoples of Malaysia with the Malays as the pivotal race". He goes on about inequal opportunities for rural malays which would make it a "form of discrimination and oppression" and tops it off by exclaiming "Umno Johor is steadfast in its stand that the meritocracy system must be stopped".

Someone once said one should start on the papers from the back to the front - that way one could see human achievements first. Is it too much to hope that like all the bad boys that have come before to grace the nation's pages, all WON'T be gone from our collective conscience in 2 weeks?

Monkeys got my country.

The Real Optimus

2006-10-22T09:56:00.000-07:00

In lieu of the much awaited Transformers Movie! Watch his head wobble lol.

The Real Optimus Prime - video powered by Metacafe

And There Were Bananas

2006-10-12T12:58:00.000-07:00

God bless my parents they gave me a small bunch of bananas. I love them.

Can they get any worse lol

2006-10-11T14:48:00.000-07:00

THE NEWS STRAITS TIMES
'Sins' of the son' by Farrah Naz Karim
11 Oct 2006

PUTRAJAYA: There was an air of disbelief at the Customs Department yesterday when Datuk Muhammad Abdul Ghani shovelled all the blame for the AP-clone scandal on his son.

Disbelief then turned to the bizarre when the senator ticked off his son Mohd Zulaimi for being a novice at cheating.

"He (his son) is not clever at doing it ... to be a fraudster you need skills. Fraudsters should always be a notch above their victims. If one were smart, one wouldn’t clone all the APs in a week. There should at least be a three-month interval.

"He didn’t learn from me or I could have given him some tips," he said, in the presence of the Customs director of prevention Mohamed Adnan Ariffin.

The New Straits Times reported this week that the Customs was investigating a senator and his son for allegedly being involved in a scam to import cars with cloned Approved Permits.

The department said that it had solid evidence after seizing luxury cars imported through fake documents.On Monday, Muhammad denied that he or his son were involved in this scam.

Tragedy

2006-09-06T01:42:00.000-07:00

The genius of tragedy is the same as that of comedy - S

Buonas Noches Mi Querido

2006-08-31T06:47:00.000-07:00

Sleep ought to be embraced on the side, with arms stretched out and gathering all the warmth around for the heart the rest on. Wakings ought to be on the back, at peace and balanced. To slowly rise up shrugging off the cobweb of sheets, waking from a dream to find the real one beside you.

I found me house!

2006-08-28T22:23:00.000-07:00

Tagged

2006-08-28T22:07:00.000-07:00

5 Things I've Yet To Do
Try a taco
Go Switzerland
Panty raid
Find a puppy
Give 150 reasons to a pumpkin

5 Things I Can't Do
Panty raid
Cook
Appreciate alchohol
Find Gavin a girlfriend
Turn Gavin gay

5 Things I Say Often
Crap
Coffee?
Coke!
Really
Alright

5 Books I Love
Captain Corelli's Mandolin
Number 9 Dream
Life of Pi
Neverwhere
Man and Boy

5 Great Movies
Regarding Henry
Tale of Two Cities
Welcome Back, Mr McDonald
Spirited Away
My Sassy Girl

Some soppy..

2006-07-21T23:36:00.000-07:00

This one goes out to all my marrying friends out there - Wan Han, Chun Yew, Steven, Arvind and Pumpkin. Marriage counselling ho!

DID I MARRY THE RIGHT PERSON?

During one of our seminars, a woman asked a common question. She said, "How do I know if I married the right person? "I noticed that there was a large man sitting next to her so I said,"It depends. Is that your husband?"

In all seriousness, she answered "How do you know?"

Let me answer this question because the chances are good that it's weighing on your mind.

Here's the answer.

EVERY relationship has a cycle. In the beginning, you fell in love with your spouse. You anticipated their call, wanted their touch, and liked their idiosyncrasies. Falling in love with your spouse wasn't hard. In fact, it was a completely natural and spontaneous experience. You didn't have to DO anything. That's why it's called "falling" in love... Because it's happening TO YOU.

People in love sometimes say, "I was swept of my feet." Think about the imagery of that _expression. It implies that you were just standing there; doing nothing, and then something came along and happened TO YOU.

Falling is love is easy. It's a passive and spontaneous experience.

But after a few years of marriage, the euphoria of love fades. It's the natural cycle of EVERY relationship. Slowly but surely, phone calls become a bother (if they come at all), touch is not always welcome (when it happens), and your spouse's idiosyncrasies, instead of being cute, drive you nuts. The symptoms of this stage vary with every relationship, but if you think about your marriage, you will notice a dramatic difference between the initial stage when you were in love and a much duller or even angry subsequent stage.

At this point, you and/or your spouse might start asking, "Did I marry the right person?" And as you and your spouse reflect on the euphoria of the love you once had, you may begin to desire that experience with someone else. This is when marriages breakdown. People blame their spouse for their unhappiness and look outside their marriage for fulfillment. Extramarital fulfillment comes in all shapes and sizes. Infidelity is the most obvious. But sometimes people turn to work,a hobby, a friendship, excessive TV, or abusive substances.

But the answer to this dilemma does NOT lie outside your marriage. It lies within it.

I'm not saying that you couldn't fall in love with someone else. You could. And TEMPORARILY you'd feel better. But you'd be in the same situation a few years later. Because (listen carefully to this):THE KEY TO SUCCEEDING IN MARRIAGE IS NOT FINDING THE
RIGHT PERSON; IT'S LEARNING TO LOVE THE PERSON YOU FOUND.

SUSTAINING love is not a passive or spontaneous experience. It'll NEVER just happen to you. You can't "find" LASTING love. You have to "make" it day in and day out. That's why we have the _expression "the labor of love." Because it takes time, effort, and energy. And most importantly, it takes WISDOM. You have to know WHAT TO DO to make your marriage work.

Make no mistake about it. Love is NOT a mystery. There are specific
things you can do (with or without your spouse) to succeed with your marriage. Just as there are physical laws of the universe (such as gravity), there are also laws for relationships. Just as the right diet and exercise program makes you physically stronger, certain habits in your relationship WILL make your marriage stronger. It's a direct cause and effect. If you know and apply the laws, the results are predictable...you can "make" love.

Love in marriage is indeed a "decision"... Not just a feeling.

Hmm Footie

2006-07-18T02:17:00.000-07:00

Welcome to Bologna on Capital Gold for England versus San Marino with Tennent's Pilsner, brewed with Czechoslovakian yeast for that extra Pilsner taste and England are one down.
- Jonathan Pearce

That's great, tell him he's Pele and get him back on.
- John Lambie, Partick Thistle manager, when told a concussed striker did not know who he was.

Tell the Kraut to get his ass up front. We don't pay a million for a guy to hang around in defence.
- NY Cosmos executive, on Beckenbauer's positioning.

I've told the players we need to win so that I can have the cash to buy some new ones.
- Chris Turner, Peterborough manager, before LC QF, 1992.

I couldn't settle in Italy - it was like living in a foreign country.
- Ian Rush

Germany are a very difficult team to play...they had 11 internationals out there today
- Steve Lomas

For a game played in Cologne, that stunk
- Mark Lawrenson at the end of 120 minutes of Switzerland v Ukraine.

My parents have been there for me, ever since I was about 7
- David Beckham

We're definitely going to get Brooklyn christened, but we don't know into which religion!
- David Beckham

I always used to go for blondes and quiet girls, but Victoria is the total opposite - dark and loud.
- David Beckham

I don't think I'll ever go naked, but I'll never say never.
- David Beckham

Alex Ferguson is the best manager I've ever had at this level. Well, he's the only manager I've actually had at this level. But he's the best manager I've ever had.
- David Beckham

It's a great honour...and it's an honour to be with Her Majesty, obviously...I'm very honoured to be given this honour (upon receiving his OBE).
- David Beckham

Well, I can play in the centre, on the right and occasionally on the left side (when asked if he was a 'volatile' player)
- David Beckham

He can't speak Turkey, but you can tell he's delighted
- Kevin Keegan

Shaun Wright-Phillips has got a big heart. It's as big as him, which isn't very big, but it's bigger'
- Kevin Keegan

'I don't make predictions. I never have done and I never will do.'
- Ian Wright

Tore's got a groin strain and he's been playing with it.'
- Alex McLeish

'Although we are playing Russian Roulette we are obviously playing Catch 22 at the moment and it’s a difficult scenario to get my head round'
- Paul Sturrock

Great metaphors of the day

2006-07-18T01:58:00.000-07:00

Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.

The plan was simple, like my brother-in-law Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.

She grew on him like she was a colony of E. coli, and he was room-temperature Canadian beef.

A Brilliant Idea

2006-07-11T22:05:00.000-07:00

India, which hangs like a wet washcloth from the towel rack of Asia, presented itself to Tex as he landed in Delhi (or was it Bombay?), as if it mattered because Tex finally had an idea to make his mark and fortune and that idea was a chain of steak houses to serve the millions and he wondered, as he deplaned down the steep, shiny, steel steps, why no one had thought of it before.

Winner of the Grand Panjandrum’s Special Award category in the 2005 Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest.

Mr Landen Has No Brain

2006-03-30T21:37:00.000-08:00

Quiver, female, for I Am Lepus, master of the night, and soon you shall be my rumpy-pumpy boing-boing toy. Carrots. Carrots.

Believing

2006-03-17T11:48:00.000-08:00

If you stumble at mere believability, what are you living for? Isn't love hard to believe?

Love is hard to believe, ask any lover. Life is hard to believe, ask any scientist. God is hard to believe, ask any believer. What is your problem with hard to believe?

Life of Pi - Yann Martel

Reality

2006-03-15T21:28:00.000-08:00

It is natural to feel depressed in such circumstances, natural for anyone who still has an idea of what life could be and is not. Depression becomes a right when we look around us and see nothing and no one to offer us a spark of inspiration, when the world seems to be sliding into a morass of imbecility and cheap materialism, with no more ideals, no more faiths, no more dreams. One has nothing great to believe in any longer, no mentor to emulate. How many are true leaders of humanity, illuminating guiding lights, and how many are merely the products of publicity and marketing?

The Chinese have looked to the skies ever since Wan Hu, a 14th century carpenter, lashed 47 gunpowder rockets to a chair affixed with kites, ignited them and vanished in a plume of smoke, never to be heard from again.

..For I shall yet praise Him.. Ps42:5

Operating

2006-03-14T01:55:00.000-08:00

Have you ever travelled the ceilings of the unknown? An operation will take you there.

Wooden Heart

2006-03-11T06:49:00.000-08:00

Can't you see
I love you
Please don't break my heart in two
That's not hard to do
'Cause I don't have a wooden heart
And if you say goodbye
Then I know that I would cry
Maybe I would die
'Cause I don't have a wooden heart

There's no strings upon this love of mine
It was always you from the start
Treat me nice
Treat me good
Treat me like you really should
'Cause I'm not made of wood
And I don't have a wooden heart

Muss i denn, muss i denn
Zum Stadtele hinaus
Stadtele hinaus
Und du, mein schat, bleibst hier?
There's no strings upon this love of mine
It was always you from the start
Sei mir gut
Sei mir gut
Sei mir wie du wirklich sollst
Wie du wirklich sollst
'Cause I don't have a wooden heart

Pakistan - V.S. Naipaul

2006-03-11T06:44:00.000-08:00

No real thought had ever been taken to the running of the new country. Everything had been expected to flow from the triumph of the faith. Always in the background now were the fundamentalists who - fed by the ecstasy of the creation of Pakistan, and further fed by the partial Islamisation of laws - wanted to take the country back and back, to the seventh century, to the time of the Prophet. There was a hazy programme for that as there had been far Pakistan itself : only some idea of regular prayers, of Koranic punishments, the cutting off of hands and feet, the veiling and effective imprisonment of women, and giving men tomcatting rights over four women at a time, to use and discard at will. And somehow it was thought, out of that, out of an enclosed devout society with uneducated men tomcatting away, the state would right itself, and power would come, as it had come to Islam in the beginning.

The fundamentalists were a presence now. They were still in the background, but they pushed and pushed, and always wanted more. It wasn't enough that this large portion of ancient land had increased, millenia after millinea, to be India; and - like Iran, like the Arab countries - had finally cleansed of the older faiths. The people themselves now had to be cleansed of the past, of everything in dress or manners or general culture that might link them to their ancestral land.The fundamentalists wanted people to be transparent, pure, to be empty vessels for the faith. It was an impossibility: human beings could never be blanks in that way. But the various fundamentalist groups offered themselves as the pattern for goodness and purity. They said they followed the ancient rules (especially the rules about women); all they asked of people was to be like them and, since there was no absolute agreement about the rules, to follow the rules they followed. If Iqbal's Muslim state had it's calamities, it wasn't the fault of Islam; it was only the fault of the people who called themselves Muslim. In the fundamentalist way of thinking this kind of failure automatically condemned itself as the failure of a false or half-hearted Islam. And the Jamaat could always say - its cause ever fresh - that Islam had never really been tried since early days, and that it was time to try it now. The Jamaat would show the way.

Manners - Christa D'Souza

2006-03-11T06:38:00.000-08:00

Diplomacy, like childcare, should be taught as a school subject.
"Manners maketh a man, kill them with kindness".

Blame it on the culture of instant-gratification, the bypassing of social interaction via e-mail, the desperation to look cool, or whatever - there are times when it feels as though there's almost a kudos attached to having shoddy manners. If you are uninterested, somehow you will appear more interesteding. If you arrive late, you're a somebody. By the same token if you go out of your way to be kind to someone, or take the time to listen to what they are saying, that is somehow perceived as a weekness.

Rudeness if often, half-heartedly put down to shyness or personal integrity - usually by people who are inherently lazy or have spent far too much time in psychotherapy. There are plenty of us out there, for example, who believe that if our words do not match the way we feel inside, then we are somehow being dishonest with ourselves. Manners are what actually glues theworld together. The general lack of them is probably part of the reason why we all feel so unstuck at the moment.
moment.

ARRGHH

2006-03-10T10:42:00.000-08:00

STUPID PIECE OF CRAP THING WORK DAMMIT

The School

2006-03-10T02:03:00.000-08:00

once upon a time , the animals decided they must do something heroic to meet the problems of ' a new world ' . so they organized a school .

they adopted an activity curriculum consisting of running , climbing , swimming and flying . to make it easier to administer the curriculum , all the animals took all the subjects .

the duck was an excellent swimmer , in fact better than his instructor , but he made only passing grades in flying and was very poor in running . since he was slow in running , he had to stay after shcool and also drop swimming in order to practice running . this was kept up until his webbed feet were badly worn and he was only average in swimming . but the average was acceptable in school , so nobody worried about that except the duck .

the rabbit started at the top of the class in running , but had a nervous breakdown because of so much make-up work in swimming .

the squirrel was excellent in climbing until he developed frustration in the flying class where his teacher made him start from the ground up instead of the treetop down . he also developed a ' charlie horse ' from overexertion and then got a C in climbing and a D in running .

the eagle was a problem child and was diciplined severely . in the climbing class he beat all the other s to the top of the tree , but insisted on using his own way to get there .

at the end of the year , and abnormal eel that could swim exceedingly well , and also run , climb and fly a little , had the highest average and was valedictorian .

Zadie Smith

2006-03-10T02:01:00.000-08:00

I think the thing which changed my life when I was very young was when I came across a boy who I thought was extraordinarily beautiful.

I think that partly the rapture of that, and the wanting something that I could never have made me start writing to the extent that I wrote in my teenage years and onwards.

So I think that would probably be it.

Vladimir Nabokov thought that unrequited love was part of what writing was - part of a long chase.

He wrote a novel in which he combined the two absolutely perfectly - Lolita.

I think it's partly that.

I remember Martin Amis saying to me something about the desire of being unwanted also is partly what writing is about.

There's certainly revenge in there, in the mix.

But the yearning towards something - I think I wrote somewhere once when I was asked about it that the yearning makes you become yourself.

You don't even notice it happening but you become so much yearning that you become a different person in the process and I think that's probably what happened to me.

But you never grow out of being obsessed with beauty.

It's all different kinds of beauty - some human, some natural, some literary.

But that's a thing which motivates me most of all, I think - I see something beautiful and I want to get it down.

Carly Fiorina

2006-01-16T21:04:00.000-08:00

Thank you, Chancellor, and good morning. I'd like to join Chancellor Renick in welcoming all of you to the 114th commencement exercises of North Carolina Agricultural and Technical State University.

My fellow job seekers : I am honored to be among the first to congratulate you on completing your years at North Carolina A&T. But all of you should know: as Mother's Day gifts go, this one is going to be tough to beat in the years ahead.

The purpose of a commencement speaker is to dispense wisdom. But the older I get, the more I realize that the most important wisdom I've learned in life has come from my mother and my father.

Before we go any further, let's hear it one more time for your mothers and mother figures, fathers and father figures, family, and friends in the audience today.

When I first received the invitation to speak here, I was the CEO of an $80 billion Fortune 11 company with 145,000 employees in 178 countries around the world. I held that job for nearly six years. It was also a company that hired its fair share of graduates from North Carolina A&T. You could always tell who they were. For some reason, they were the ones that had stickers on their desks that read, " Beat the Eagles. "

But as you may have heard, I don't have that job anymore. After the news of my departure broke, I called the school, and asked: do you still want me to come and be your commencement speaker?

Chancellor Renick put my fears to rest. He said, " Carly, if anything, you probably have more in common with these students now than you did before. " And he's right. After all, I've been working on my resume. I've been lining up my references. I bought a new interview suit. If there are any recruiters here, I'll be free around 11.

I want to thank you for having me anyway. This is the first public appearance I've made since I left HP. I wanted very much to be here because this school has always been set apart by something that I've believed very deeply; something that takes me back to the earliest memories I have in life.

One day at church, my mother gave me a small coaster with a saying on it. During my entire childhood, I kept this saying in front of me on a small desk in my room. In fact, I can still show you that coaster today. It says : " What you are is God's gift to you. What you make of yourself is your gift to God. "

Those words have had a huge impact on me to this day. What this school and I believe in very deeply is that when we think about our lives, we shouldn't be limited by other people's stereotypes or bigotry. Instead, we should be motivated by our own sense of possibility. We should be motivated by our own sense of accomplishment. We should be motivated by what we believe we can become. Jesse Jackson has taught us; Ronald McNair taught us; the Greensboro Four taught us; that the people who focus on possibilities achieve much more in life than people who focus on limitations.

The question for all of you today is : how will you define what you make of yourself?

To me, what you make of yourself is actually two questions. There's the "you" that people see on the outside. And that's how most people will judge you, because it's all they can see - what you become in life, whether you were made President of this, or CEO of that, the visible you.

But then, there's the invisible you, the "you" on the inside. That's the person that only you and God can see. For 25 years, when people have asked me for career advice, what I always tell them is don't give up what you have inside. Never sell your soul - because no one can ever pay you back.

What I mean by not selling your soul is don't be someone you're not, don't be less than you are, don't give up what you believe, because whatever the consequences that may seem scary or bad -- whatever the consequences of staying true to yourself are -- they are much better than the consequences of selling your soul.

You have been tested mightily in your life to get to this moment. And all of you know much better than I do: from the moment you leave this campus, you will be tested. You will be tested because you won't fit some people's pre-conceived notions or stereotypes of what you're supposed to be, of who you're supposed to be. People will have stereotypes of what you can or can't do, of what you will or won't do, of what you should or shouldn't do. But they only have power over you if you let them have power over you. They can only have control if you let them have control, if you give up what's inside.
I speak from experience. I've been there. I've been there, in admittedly vastly different ways -- and in many ways, in the fears in my heart, exactly the same places. The truth is I've struggled to have that sense of control since the day I left college.

I was afraid the day I graduated from college. I was afraid of what people would think. Afraid I couldn't measure up. I was afraid of making the wrong choices. I was afraid of disappointing the people who had worked so hard to send me to college.

I had graduated with a degree in medieval history and philosophy. If you had a job that required knowledge of Copernicus or 12th Century European monks, I was your person. But that job market wasn't very strong.

So, I was planning to go to law school, not because it was a lifelong dream - because I thought it was expected of me. Because I realized that I could never be the artist my mother was, so I would try to be the lawyer my father was. So, I went off to law school. For the first three months, I barely slept. I had a blinding headache every day. And I can tell you exactly which shower tile I was looking at in my parent's bathroom on a trip home when it hit me like a lightning bolt. This is my life. I can do what I want. I have control. I walked downstairs and said, " I quit. "

I will give my parents credit in some ways. That was 1976. They could have said, " Oh well, you can get married. " Instead, they said, " We're worried that you'll never amount to anything. " It took me a while to prove them wrong. My first job was working for a brokerage firm. I had a title. It was not "VP." It was "receptionist." I answered phones, I typed, I filed. I did that for a year. And then, I went and lived in Italy, teaching English to Italian businessmen and their families. I discovered that I liked business. I liked the pragmatism of it; the pace of it. Even though it hadn't been my goal, I became a businessperson. I like big challenges, and the career path I chose for myself at the beginning was in one of the most male-dominated professions in America. I went to work for AT&T. It didn't take me long to realize that there were many people there who didn't have my best interests at heart.

I began my career as a first level sales person within AT&T's long lines department. Now, "long lines" is what we used to call the long distance business, but I used to refer to the management team at AT&T as the "42 longs" - which was their suit size, and all those suits - and faces - looked the same.

I'll never forget the first time my boss at the time introduced me to a client. With a straight face, he said " this is Carly Fiorina, our token bimbo. " I laughed, I did my best to dazzle the client, and then I went to the boss when the meeting was over and said, " You will never do that to me again. "

In those early days, I was put in a program at the time called the Management Development Program. It was sort of an accelerated up-or-out program, and I was thrown into the middle of a group of all male sales managers who had been there quite a long time, and they thought it was their job to show me a thing or two. A client was coming to town and we had decided that we were getting together for lunch to introduce me to this customer who was important to one of my accounts.

Now the day before this meeting was to occur, one of my male colleagues came to me and said, " You know, Carly, I'm really sorry. I know we've had this planned for a long time, but this customer has a favorite restaurant here in Washington, D.C., and they really want to go to that restaurant, and we need to do what the customer wants, and so I don't think you'll be able to join us."

"Why is that?" I asked. Well, the restaurant was called the Board Room. Now, the Board Room back then was a restaurant on Vermont Avenue in Washington, D.C., and it was a strip club. In fact, it was famous because the young women who worked there would wear these completely see-through baby doll negligees, and they would dance on top of the tables while the patrons ate lunch.

The customer wanted to go there, and so my male colleagues were going there. So I thought about it for about two hours. I remember sitting in the ladies room thinking, "Oh God, what am I going to do? And finally I came back and said, "You know, I hope it won't make you too uncomfortable, but I think I'm going to come to lunch anyway."

Now, I have to tell you I was scared to death. So the morning arrived when I had to go to the Board Room and meet my client, and I chose my outfit carefully. I dressed in my most conservative suit. I carried a briefcase like a shield of honor. I got in a cab. When I told the taxi driver where I wanted to go he whipped around in his seat and said, "You're kidding right?" I think he thought I was a new act.

In any event, I arrived, I got out, I took a deep breath, I straightened my bow tie, and went in the door - and you have to picture this - I go into the door, there's a long bar down one side, there's a stage right in front of me, and my colleagues are sitting way on the other side of the room. And there's a live act going on the stage. The only way I could get to them was to walk along that stage. I did. I looked like a complete idiot. I sat down, we had lunch.

Now, there are two ends to that story. One is that my male colleagues never did that to me again. But the other end to the story, which I still find inspiring, is that all throughout lunch they kept trying to get those young women to dance in their negligees on top of our table -- and every one of those young women came over, looked the situation over and said, "Not until the lady leaves."

It even followed me to HP. As you may know, the legend of HP is that it began in a garage. When I took over, we launched a get-back-to-basics campaign we called "the rules of the garage." A fellow CEO at a competitor saw that and decided to do a skit about me. In front of the entire financial analyst and media community, he had an actress come out with blond hair and long red nails and flashy clothes, and had a garage fall on her head. It made big headlines locally. It made me feel a lot like the "token bimbo" all over again.

I know all of you have your own stories. When you challenge other people's ideas of who or how you should be, they may try to diminish and disgrace you. It can happen in small ways in hidden places, or in big ways on a world stage. You can spend a lifetime resenting the tests, angry about the slights and the injustices. Or, you can rise above it. People's ideas and fears can make them small - but they cannot make you small. People's prejudices can diminish them - but they cannot diminish you. Small-minded people can think they determine your worth. But only you can determine your worth.

At every step along the way, your soul will be tested. Every test you pass will make you stronger.

But let's not be naive. Sometimes, there are consequences to not selling your soul. Sometimes, there are consequences to staying true to what you believe. And sometimes, those consequences are very difficult. But as long as you understand the consequences and accept the consequences, you are not only stronger as a result, you're more at peace.

Many people have asked me how I feel now that I've lost my job. The truth is, I'm proud of the life I've lived so far, and though I've made my share of mistakes, I have no regrets. The worst thing I could have imagined happened. I lost my job in the most public way possible, and the press had a field day with it all over the world. And guess what? I'm still here. I am at peace and my soul is intact. I could have given it away and the story would be different. But I heard the word of Scripture in my head: "What benefit will it be to you if you gain the whole world, but lose your soul?"

When people have stereotypes of what you can't do, show them what you can do. When they have stereotypes of what you won't do, show them what you will do. Every time you pass these tests, you learn more about yourself. Every time you resist someone else's smaller notion of who you really are, you test your courage and your endurance. Each time you endure, and stay true to yourself, you become stronger and better.

I do not know any of you personally. But as a businessperson and a former CEO, I know that people who have learned to overcome much can achieve more than people who've never been tested. And I do know that this school has prepared you well. After all, North Carolina A&T graduates more African Americans with engineering degrees than any other school in the United States. It graduates more African American technology professionals than any other school. It graduates more African American women who go into careers in science, math, and technology than any other school. Your motto is right: North Carolina A&T is truly a national resource and a local treasure. And Aggie Pride is not just a slogan - it's a hard-earned fact!

Never sell your education short. And the fact that this school believed in you means you should never sell yourself short. What I have learned in 25 years of managing people is that everyone possesses more potential than they realize. Living life defined by your own sense of possibility, not by others notions of limitations, is the path to success.

Starting today, you are one of the most promising things America has to offer : you are an Aggie with a degree.

My hope is that you live life defined by your own sense of possibility, your own sense of worth, your own sense of your soul. Define yourself for yourself, not by how others are going to define you - and then stick to it. Find your own internal compass. I use the term compass, because what does a compass do? When the winds are howling, and the storm raging, and the sky is so cloudy you have nothing to navigate by, a compass tells you where true North is. And I think when you are in a lonely situation, you have to rely on that compass. Who am I? What do I believe? Do I believe I am doing the right thing for the right reason in the best way that I can? Sometimes, that's all you have. And always, it will be enough.

Most people will judge you by what they see on the outside. Only you and God will know what's on the inside. But at the end of your life, if people ask you what your greatest accomplishment was, my guess is, it will be something that happened inside you, that no one else ever saw, something that had nothing to do with outside success, and everything to do with how you decide to live in the world.

What you are today is God's gift to you. What you make of yourself is your gift to God. He is waiting for that gift right now. Make it something extraordinary.

Pumpkin love

2006-01-16T20:52:00.000-08:00

With tinsel eyes
and tassled hair
My lover bakes
my scones with care

The First Cut Is The Deepest - Sheryl Crow

2006-01-16T20:44:00.000-08:00

I would have given you all of my heart
but there's someone who's torn it apart
and she's taking almost all that I've got
but if you want, I'll try to love again
baby I'll try to love again but I know

The first cut is the deepest, baby I know
The first cut is the deepest
'cause when it comes to being lucky she's cursed
when it comes to lovin' me she's worst
but when it comes to being loved she's first
that's how I know

The first cut is the deepest, baby I know
The first cut is the deepest

I still want you by my side
just to help me dry the tears that I've cried
cause I'm sure gonna give you a try
and if you want, I'll try to love again
but baby, I'll try to love again, but I know

The first cut is the deepest, baby I know
The first cut is the deepest

'Cause when it comes to being lucky she's cursed
when it comes to lovin' me she's worst
but when it comes to being loved she's first
that's how I know

The first cut is the deepest, baby I know
The first cut is the deepest

Loving Large

2006-01-16T20:42:00.000-08:00

Loving a Larger Woman
by Bruce Guberman

I'll never forget the day I found out my girlfriend weighed more than I did.

She was out on a bike ride, and I was home watching football, leafing through the magazines on her coffee table, when I found her Weight Watchers folder - a palm-sized folio with notations for what she'd eaten, and when, and what she planned to eat next, and whether she'd been drinking her eight glasses of water a day. There was her name. Her identification number. And her weight, which I am too much of a gentleman to reveal here. Suffice it to say that the number shocked me.

I knew that C was a big girl. Certainly bigger than any of the women I'd seen on TV, bouncing in bathing suits or drifting, reedlike, through sitcoms and medical dramas. Definitely bigger than any of the women I'd ever dated before.

I never thought of myself as a chubby chaser. But when I met C, I fell for her wit, her laugh, her sparkling eyes. Her body, I decided, was something I could learn to live with.

Her shoulders were as broad as mine, her hands were almost as big, and from her breasts to her belly, from her hips down the slope of her thighs, she was all sweet curves and warm welcome. Holding her felt like a safe haven. It felt like coming home.

But being out with her didn't feel nearly as comfortable. Maybe it was the way I'd absorbed society's expectations, its dictates of what men are supposed to want and how women are supposed to appear. More likely, it was the way she had. C was a dedicated foot soldier in the body wars. At five foot ten inches, with a linebacker's build and a weight that would have put her right at home on a pro-football team's roster, C couldn't make herself invisible.

But I know that if it were possible, if all the slouching and slumping and shapeless black jumpers could have erased her from the physical world, she would have gone in an instant. She took no pleasure from the things I loved, from her size, her amplitude, her luscious, zaftig heft.

As many times as I told her she was beautiful, I know that she never believed me. As many times as I said it didn't matter, I knew that to her it did. I could feel her shame like a palpable thing, walking beside us on the street, crouched down between us in a movie theater, coiled up and waiting for someone to say what to her was the dirtiest word in the world: fat.

And I knew it wasn't paranoia. You hear, over and over, how fat is the last acceptable prejudice, that fat people are the only safe targets in our politically correct world. Date a queen-sized woman and you'll find out how true it is. You'll see the way people look at her, and look at you for being with her. You'll try to buy her lingerie for Valentine's Day and realize the sizes stop before she starts. Everytime you go out to eat you'll watch her agonize, balancing what she wants against what she'll let herself have, what she'll let herself have against what she'll be seen eating in public.

And what she'll let herself say.

I remember when the Monica Lewinsky story broke and C, a newspaper reporter, wrote a passionate defence of the White House intern who'd been betrayed by Linda Tripp in Washington, and betrayed even worse by her friends in Beverly Hills, who were busily selling their high-school memories of Monica to Inside Edition and People magazine. After her article was printed, C got lots of hate mail, including one letter from a guy who began: "I can tell by what you wrote that you are overweight and that nobody loves you." And it was the letter - that word - that bothered her more than anything else anyone said. It seemed that if it were true - the "overweight" part - then the "nobody loves you" part would have to be true as well. As if being Lewinsky-esque was worse than being a betrayer, or even someone who was dumb. As if being fat were somehow a crime.

Loving a larger woman is an act of courage in this world, and maybe it's even an act of futility. Because, in loving C, I knew I was loving someone who didn't believe that she herself was worthy of anyone's love.

And now that it's over, I don't know where to direct my anger and my sorrow. At a world that made her feel the way she did about her body - no, herself - and whether she was desirable. At C, for not being strong enough to overcome what the world told her. Or at myself, for not loving C, enough to make her believe in herself.

Sonnet XIV

2006-01-16T20:19:00.000-08:00

If thou must love me, let it be for nought except for love's sake only. Do not say, "I love her for her smile - her look - her way of speaking gently, - for a trick of thought that falls in well with mine, and certes brought a sense of pleasant ease on such a day" - for these things in themselves, Beloved, may be changed, or change for thee, - and love, so wrought, may be unwrought so. Neither love me for thine own dear pity's wiping my cheeks dry, - A creature might forget to weep, who bore they comfort long, and lose thy love thereby! But love me for love's sake, that evermore thou may'st love on, through love's eternity.

By Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Twain

2006-01-16T08:36:00.000-08:00

"Clothes make the man. Naked people have little or no influence on society"

"Be careful about reading health books. You may die from a misprint"

- M. Twain

The right beliefs

2006-01-16T08:33:00.000-08:00

It would be vain for any person to insist that "all the doctrines he holds are true and all he rejects are false". Vital religon has always suffered when orthodoxy is more regarded than virtue. And the scripture assures that at the last day we shall not be examined by what we thought, but what we did. See Matthew 25.

- B.Franklin

Girls Are Nuts

2006-01-16T07:59:00.000-08:00

Nuts nuts NUTS!

Baby It's Cold Outside

2006-01-15T03:18:00.000-08:00

I really can't stay - Baby it's cold outside
I've got to go away - Baby it's cold outside
This evening has been - Been hoping that you'd drop in
So very nice - I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice
My mother will start to worry - Beautiful, what's your hurry
My father will be pacing the floor - Listen to the fireplace roar
So really I'd better scurry - Beautiful, please don't hurry
well Maybe just a half a drink more - Put some music on while I pour

The neighbors might think - Baby, it's bad out there
Say, what's in this drink - No cabs to be had out there
I wish I knew how - Your eyes are like starlight now
To break this spell - I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell
I ought to say no, no, no, sir - Mind if I move a little closer
At least I'm gonna say that I tried - What's the sense in hurting my pride
I really can't stay - Baby don't hold out
Ahh, but it's cold outside

C'mon baby

I simply must go - Baby, it's cold outside
The answer is no - Ooh baby, it's cold outside
This welcome has been - I'm lucky that you dropped in
So nice and warm -- Look out the window at that storm
My sister will be suspicious - Man, your lips look so delicious
My brother will be there at the door - Waves upon a tropical shore
My maiden aunt's mind is vicious - Gosh your lips look delicious
Well maybe just a half a drink more - Never such a blizzard before

I've got to go home - Oh, baby, you'll freeze out there
Say, lend me your comb - It's up to your knees out there
You've really been grand - Your eyes are like starlight now
But don't you see - How can you do this thing to me
There's bound to be talk tomorrow - Making my life long sorrow
At least there will be plenty implied - If you caught pneumonia and died
I really can't stay - Get over that old out
Ahh, but it's cold outside

Baby it's cold outside

Brr its cold….
It's cold out there
Cant you stay awhile longer baby
Well…..I really shouldn't...alright
Make it worth your while baby
Ahh, do that again….