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Friday, November 05, 2004
Wednesday, November 03, 2004
Halloween 2004 in London!!!
Halloween 2004 in London!!!
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posted by n@
more pics here:
http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/natalllya/album?.
dir=/6c5a&.src=ph&.tok=phzT8_BB.Jei.n8U
Tuesday, November 02, 2004
Sunday, October 31, 2004
some good quotes that i peeled off my old website.......
A great pleasure in life is doing what people say you cannot do - Walter Bagehot
The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed. - Carl Jung
we either make ourselves miserable, or we make ourselves strong. the amount of work is the same
an eye for an eye only ends up making the whole world blind - Gandhi
A great pleasure in life is doing what people say you cannot do - Walter Bagehot
The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed. - Carl Jung
we either make ourselves miserable, or we make ourselves strong. the amount of work is the same
an eye for an eye only ends up making the whole world blind - Gandhi
Saturday, October 23, 2004
Friday, October 22, 2004
WSB prayer
Our After Eights, drink of all drinks, crunker of souls, please help WSB agents to get crunked beyond belief.
Allow for us to play the fool and break shit without consequence. Allow for us to forget the rest of our night until morning comes with no idea if we are in hell or heaven.
Induce incredible amounts of regurgitation with no end in sight now and with the hangover to be felt tomorrow.
Sweet After Eight, deliver us to crunkdom, and save us from sobriety, through the mouth and into the gut, MAD CRUNKED.
Amen
Our After Eights, drink of all drinks, crunker of souls, please help WSB agents to get crunked beyond belief.
Allow for us to play the fool and break shit without consequence. Allow for us to forget the rest of our night until morning comes with no idea if we are in hell or heaven.
Induce incredible amounts of regurgitation with no end in sight now and with the hangover to be felt tomorrow.
Sweet After Eight, deliver us to crunkdom, and save us from sobriety, through the mouth and into the gut, MAD CRUNKED.
Amen
Sunday, April 18, 2004
An American decided to write a book about famous religious structures around the world. So he bought a plane ticket and took a trip to the London, thinking that he would work his way across the world.
On his first day, he was inside a church taking photographs, when he noticed a golden telephone mounted on the wall with a sign that read "£10,000 per call". The American, being intrigued, asked a priest who was strolling by what the telephone was used for. The priest replied that it was a direct line to heaven and that for £10,000 you could talk to God.
The American thanked the priest and went along his way. Next stop was Paris. There, at a very large cathedral, he saw the same golden telephone with the same sign under it. He wondered if this was the same kind of telephone he saw in London and he asked a nearby nun what its purpose was. She told him that it was a direct line to heaven and that for 100,000 Francs (£10,000) he could talk to God. "O.K., thank you," said the American..
He then travelled to Africa, Asia, Australia and the whole of the North and Central America. In every church, synagogue, mosque and temple he saw the same golden telephone with the equivalent of " £10,000 per call" sign under it.
The American, upon leaving the U.S. saw a sign for Poland and decided to see if Polaks had the same phone. He arrived in Warsaw and again, there was the same golden telephone, but this time the sign under it read "1 zloty (50 cents) per call." The American was surprised so he asked the priest about the sign. "Father, I've travelled all over the world and I've seen this same golden telephone in many religious structures. I'm told that it is a direct line to Heaven, but in every country the price was £10,000 per call. Why is it so cheap here?"
The priest smiled and answered, "You're in Poland now son, it's a local call".
On his first day, he was inside a church taking photographs, when he noticed a golden telephone mounted on the wall with a sign that read "£10,000 per call". The American, being intrigued, asked a priest who was strolling by what the telephone was used for. The priest replied that it was a direct line to heaven and that for £10,000 you could talk to God.
The American thanked the priest and went along his way. Next stop was Paris. There, at a very large cathedral, he saw the same golden telephone with the same sign under it. He wondered if this was the same kind of telephone he saw in London and he asked a nearby nun what its purpose was. She told him that it was a direct line to heaven and that for 100,000 Francs (£10,000) he could talk to God. "O.K., thank you," said the American..
He then travelled to Africa, Asia, Australia and the whole of the North and Central America. In every church, synagogue, mosque and temple he saw the same golden telephone with the equivalent of " £10,000 per call" sign under it.
The American, upon leaving the U.S. saw a sign for Poland and decided to see if Polaks had the same phone. He arrived in Warsaw and again, there was the same golden telephone, but this time the sign under it read "1 zloty (50 cents) per call." The American was surprised so he asked the priest about the sign. "Father, I've travelled all over the world and I've seen this same golden telephone in many religious structures. I'm told that it is a direct line to Heaven, but in every country the price was £10,000 per call. Why is it so cheap here?"
The priest smiled and answered, "You're in Poland now son, it's a local call".
Thursday, October 30, 2003
Friday, October 17, 2003
Friday, September 26, 2003
His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer. One day, while trying to make a living for his family, he heard a cry for help coming from a nearby bog. He dropped his tools and ran to the bog. There, mired to his waist in black muck, was a terrified boy, screaming and struggling to free himself.
Farmer Fleming saved the lad from what could have been a slow and terrifying death. The next day, a fancy carriage pulled up to the Scotsman's sparse surroundings. An elegantly dressed nobleman stepped out and introduced himself as the father of the boy Farmer Fleming had saved.
"I want to repay you," said the nobleman. "You saved my son's life."
"No, I can't accept payment for what I did," the Scottish farmer replied waving off the offer.
At that moment, the farmer's own son came to the door of the family hovel.
"Is that your son?" the nobleman asked.
"Yes," the farmer replied proudly.
"I'll make you a deal. Let me provide him with the level of education my own son will enjoy. If the lad is anything like his father, he'll no doubt grow to be a man we both will be proud of. " And that he did. Farmer Fleming's son attended the very best schools and in time, graduated from St. Mary's Hospital Medical School in London, and went on to become known throughout the world as the noted Sir Alexander Fleming, the discoverer of Penicillin.
Years afterward, the same nobleman's son who was saved from the bog was stricken with pneumonia. What saved his life this time? Penicillin.
The name of the nobleman? Lord Randolph Churchill. His son's name? Sir Winston Churchill.
Someone once said: What goes around comes around.
Farmer Fleming saved the lad from what could have been a slow and terrifying death. The next day, a fancy carriage pulled up to the Scotsman's sparse surroundings. An elegantly dressed nobleman stepped out and introduced himself as the father of the boy Farmer Fleming had saved.
"I want to repay you," said the nobleman. "You saved my son's life."
"No, I can't accept payment for what I did," the Scottish farmer replied waving off the offer.
At that moment, the farmer's own son came to the door of the family hovel.
"Is that your son?" the nobleman asked.
"Yes," the farmer replied proudly.
"I'll make you a deal. Let me provide him with the level of education my own son will enjoy. If the lad is anything like his father, he'll no doubt grow to be a man we both will be proud of. " And that he did. Farmer Fleming's son attended the very best schools and in time, graduated from St. Mary's Hospital Medical School in London, and went on to become known throughout the world as the noted Sir Alexander Fleming, the discoverer of Penicillin.
Years afterward, the same nobleman's son who was saved from the bog was stricken with pneumonia. What saved his life this time? Penicillin.
The name of the nobleman? Lord Randolph Churchill. His son's name? Sir Winston Churchill.
Someone once said: What goes around comes around.
Thursday, September 25, 2003
Wednesday, September 24, 2003
Tuesday, September 23, 2003
For all those overworked and a little stressed, please read!
When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar...and the beer.
A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was..
So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.
The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous "yes."
The professor then produced two cans of beer from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.
"Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things--your family, your children, your health, your friends, your favorite passions--things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.
The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, your car. The sand is everything else--the small stuff. If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you.
Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out to dinner. Play more. There will always be time to clean the house, and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls first, the things that really matter.. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."
One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the beer represented. The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of beers."
When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar...and the beer.
A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was..
So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.
The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous "yes."
The professor then produced two cans of beer from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.
"Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things--your family, your children, your health, your friends, your favorite passions--things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.
The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, your car. The sand is everything else--the small stuff. If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you.
Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out to dinner. Play more. There will always be time to clean the house, and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls first, the things that really matter.. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."
One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the beer represented. The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of beers."
Monday, September 22, 2003
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