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"If the day and the night are such that you greet them with joy, and life emits a fragrance like flowers and sweet-scented herbs, is more elastic, more starry, more immortal- that is your success. All nature is your congratulation, and you have cause momentarily to bless yourself. The greatest gains and values are farthest from being appreciated. We easily come to doubt if they exist. We soon forget them. They are the highest reality. Perhaps the facts most astounding and most real are never communicated by man to man. The true harvest of my daily life is somewhat as intangible and indescribable as the tints of morning or evening. It is a little star-dust caught, a segment of the rainbow which I have clutched." - Henry David Thoreau
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Ooh, they have the Internet on computers now!
martes, 8 de mayo, 2007
I ordered some DVDs online last week, and though they said economy shipping (media mail) would take up to one month, I figured it was just a way to cover their asses in case someone on a military base ordered or something. In my experience, it takes about 7-14 days. It was one week yesterday, so I decided to go online to check my tracking number, but I coudn't.

If my internets hadn't broken down last night, I could've checked my package's tracking number online. If I could've checked my package's tracking number online, I would've known it had passed through New Jersey yesterday. If I had known it had passed through New Jersey yesterday, I wouldn't have mistaken the mailman knocking on my door this morning as the maintenance man (I was still in bed and my dad was supposed to be home -- eventually the man came an hour later). If I hadn't mistaken the mailman knocking on my door this morning as the maintenance man, I wouldn't have to go down to the post office tomorrow to pick up my package. If my internets had not broken down, I would be holding my DVDs right now. DAMN YOU, INTERNETS!

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martes, 10 de abril 2007
Why is Firefox so incompatible with my layouts and nutang? ...This sucks. Anyway, it took nearly four years, but I have a new layout. Not that it took four years to make it. I just don't like changing it that often (or sometimes, ever).

I was up on the mainland in New England last weekend, in a small city and while it was fun, I can't imagine not living in a large urban area. All the stores were closed for Easter! Sometimes, New England, the only time I can come up is when I have a holiday! How can I purchase your wares now??

I gambled at the casino using their free betting vouchers, but I didn't win. How come, when I indirectly bet before (telling my mom which numbers), I won a cumulative amount of about $450 (over the course of three visits), but now that I'm legally allowed on the casino floor, nothing?!?! (This is my second visit after turning of age.) At least I didn't lose money... except for paying for the tickets to get there.

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"I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore!"
lunes, 2 de abril, 2007
<rant>What the fuck? English is not descriptive? Why don't you get back to me when you've figured out how to use a thesaurus and find out that "scenario" and "plot" are, in fact, similar to each other. To state that with such conviction you should be an expert, but you're not; you're still asking people for help. It's great, honestly: English is not your first language, but you speak it well. Yet using questionable "evidence" to prove your point doesn't make you an authority, it just makes look like you are spewing lazily-researched gobbledygook.

I hate spring. Fucking warmth, making me sweat, the harbinger of summer. I just want to wear layers again and sleep comfortably under the covers that keep my body heat from radiating into the atmosphere. I don't want to apply even more sunscreen everyday to prevent sun damage and freckles from forming. I don't want to wear summer clothing that will only become soaked in sweat if I move an inch. I don't want to smell other people's B.O. baking in the sun. I just want the cold breeze to freeze my face and numb my ears. IS THAT SO MUCH TO ASK FOR?!?!

The more I see my old avatar, the more I hate it, because it is not as awesome as my most current one, nor the first one, which is what it originally went back to the first time this hacking shite business took place. Maeby's just sitting there, mocking me, telling me it's not a race thing. (Yeah, whoever gets there first.)

Who the hell is the loser who keeps attacking NuTang? Is it someone who is upset they didn't receive an invite code despite their request(s) or something? If it's a power-trip thing, hacking a site, why not go all the way or target a prominent, more well-known site? Haha, way to go... you just messed up a relatively small community whose security defenses are most likely not comparable to the bigger sites -- you must feel like the winning adults on Are You Smarter than a Third Grader? or like Willy, the fully-grown, muscular Scotsman who captured a wee girl.</rant>

Zijin, bitches.

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viernes, 30 de marzo, 2007
When are the avatars going to start working again; I love Maeby, but I hated this av most of all.

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The original tomcat
lunes, 12 de marzo, 2007
Whoo hoo! I have earned one whole Alexander Hamilton! Suck on that, TJ of the oft-not-used two-dollar bill.

Yeah, I just wanted another Alexander Hamilton tag.

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NuTang goes gaga and this happens
viernes, 9 de marzo, 2007
Holy nostalgic avatar, Batman! Nice to see you again, 武田真治 (Takeda Shinji). Maybe you really are my first, my last, and my everything. Definitely the longest. Suddenly, I feel so dirty.

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I'm not a bloody jukebox
viernes, 2 de marzo, 2007
I only caught the tail end of some guy's act in a subway car, because the track noise was too loud and his slight frame produced a voice too soft. When the train slowed, I finally heard him and through the arms of standing people, managed to see him swallow one of those long balloons -- the kind you make balloon animals or an elaborate 19th-century carousel out of. And then that was it. I heard mild applause, but I wasn't sure if it were the spectators or the performer himself. He began to head to the ends of the car to collect money, which only amounted to a dollar (one guy gave a one-dollar bill). Would you want to support a man whose potential, apparently, is to be a drug mule? Also, when he came in from the next car, he scratched his butt crack as he passed my seat. I didn't want to support that, either. Strangely enough, when he was done he just sat down, started a conversation with the person next to him, and ate a sandwich while drinking a Capri Sun.

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Why Did the Chicken Cross the Road?
sbado, 17 de febrero, 2007
I remember, like, nine years ago when half of these answers didn't exist... so old am I... ;_;


Pat Buchanan: To steal a job from a decent, hard-working American.

Machiavelli: The point is that the chicken crossed the road. Who cares why? The ends of crossing the road justify whatever motive there was.

Timothy Leary: Because that's the only kind of trip the Establishment would let it take.

Carl Jung: The confluence of events in the cultural gestalt necessitated that individual chickens cross roads. This brought such occurrences into being.

John Locke: Because he was exercising his natural right to liberty.

Albert Camus: It doesn't matter; the chicken's actions have no meaning except to him.

The Bible: And God came down from the heavens, and He said unto the chicken, "Thou shalt cross the road." And the Chicken crossed the road, and there was much rejoicing.

Fox Mulder: It was a government conspiracy.

Freud: The fact that you thought that the chicken crossed the road reveals your underlying sexual insecurity.

Darwin: Chickens, over great periods of time, have been naturally selected in such a way that they are now genetically predisposed to cross roads.

Richard M. Nixon: The chicken did not cross the road. I repeat, the chicken did not cross the road.

Oliver Stone: The question is not "Why did the chicken cross the road?" but is rather "Who was crossing the road at the same time whom we overlooked in our haste to observe the chicken crossing?"

Jerry Seinfeld: Why does anyone cross a road? I mean, why doesn't anyone ever think to ask, "What the heck was this chicken doing walking around all over the place anyway?"

Martin Luther King, Jr.: I envision a world where all chickens will be free to cross roads without having their motives called into question.

Immanuel Kant: The chicken, being an autonomous being, chose to cross the road of his own free will.

Grandpa: In my day, we didn't ask why the chicken crossed the road. Someone told us that the chicken had crossed the road, and that was good enough for us.

Dirk Gently (Holistic Detective): I'm not exactly sure why, but right now I've got a horse in my bathroom.

Bill Gates: I have just released the new Chicken 2000, which will both cross roads AND balance your checkbook, though when it divides 3 by 2 it gets 1.4999999999.

M.C.Escher: That depends on which plane of reality the chicken was on at the time.

George Orwell: Because the government had fooled him into thinking that he was crossing the road of his own free will, when he was really only serving their interests.

Plato: For the greater good.

Aristotle: To actualize its potential.

Karl Marx: It was a historical inevitability.

Nietzsche: Because if you gaze too long across the Road, the Road gazes also across you.

Skinner: Because the external influences, which had pervaded its sensorium from birth, had caused it to develop in such a fashion that it would tend to cross roads, even while believing these actions to be of its own freewill.

Jean-Paul Sartre: In order to act in good faith and be true to itself, the chicken found it necessary to cross the road.

Albert Einstein: Whether the chicken crossed the road or the road crossed the chicken depends upon your frame of reference.

Pyrrho the Skeptic: What road?

The Sphinx: You tell me.

Buddha: If you ask this question, you deny your own chicken nature.

Emily Dickinson: Because it could not stop for death.

Ralph Waldo Emerson: It didn't cross the road; it transcended it.

Ernest Hemingway: To die. In the rain.

Joseph Stalin: I don't care. Catch it. I need its eggs to make my omelet.

Dr. Seuss: Did the chicken cross the road? Did he cross it with a toad? Yes the chicken crossed the road, but why he crossed, I've not been told!

OJ Simpson: It didn't. I was playing golf with it at the time.

Colonel Sanders: I missed one?

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