Oh no...
Sigh, I wrote a long update, then I lost it. Stupid com keeps on dcing. Anyway, here are the updates:The web counter is now at the bottom. You may observe that there are two of them. The top one is the [number of page views + cookies]. The bottom one is [number of unique visitors + page views]. Anyway, here are some jokes taken from various sources. Post some of your own if you have any ideas. Thanks.
1.
A hug leads to a kiss... A kiss
leads to a
lick... A
lick leads to a suck... And a suck leads to a
F***.
So tell me how many people you want to
hug after
you hear this cuz sex is like math... you
add the
bed... subtract the clothes... divide the
legs...
leave your solution... and pray you don't
multiply!
Haha...This is good...
Husband climbs on to the bed naked.
Wife: I have a headache.
Husband: Good! I've powdered it with
aspirin. U want to take it
orally or
as an injection?
Friends are like underwear, always near you.
Good friends are like condoms, always
protecting you.
Best friends are like Viagra, lift you up when
you are down.
What is common between a wife and a private
swimming pool??
Answer: The cost of maintenance is too high
compared to the time you
spend
inside them!!!
If I get any more jokes, I'll post em in this same post ASAP. Note that this blog is now nearly two years old, and the content has changed dramatically. In the starting of this blog, most of it was about movies and music. That was before I deleted the whole thing and started from scrap. The theme was dots. Then, I changed the whole thing when I downloaded Hello from Picassa. Most of the posts were pictures of BoA, actually all of them were pictures of BoA. Its basically the same. And then, I went back to movies but I had some entries from my journal. Finally, starting from the ending of last year, I began posting various different stuff, experimenting, and then I added the old message board. It was during this period of time that the web counter experienced a dramatic jump from 600 to 800 in a month. That's good for me. I got less than 50 before this. Then, the beginning of this month, I redesigned the whole blog, changed the msg board and completely reinvented it. Expect it to have more interactive posts and an even cooler skin soon enough. Project Beta 2.0 is coming out in May, followed by Version 3.0 if it is successful. Project Beta will feature polls, an all new blinking skin (working on this), a moving cursor, cool pictures, great links and a background song that will be changed every week. And if the counter reaches 2000 in 2 months, then Version 3.0 will be launched, which is basically the same as Project Beta, albeit a version with a cooler, darker skin and new themes every month. Expect a translucent title made up of different coloured blinking pixels, files for easier accessing of old posts, no advertisements, a few affiliate banners and an application for membership. Membership is RM 2~5 per month, and with it, you have unlimited access to the member options (able to post in the blog) and unlimited moderator options in three different forums, all under Minions Of Midgard, my first forum, and the one with the most number of posts and members. And here is some stuff for guys to brood on:
Find a girl who calls you immature in that
affectionate way instead of hot
or sexy,
who can't stand it when you hang up on her and
calls right back,
who would sit there for hours looking into your
eyes,
who doesn't care what you look like, but what's
inside counts the most,
Who looks at you with the twinkle in her eyes and
kisses you,
Wants to be with you in public, even if you wear
those old grass stained and ripped pants with the
bleached jersey like always,
Wait for the girl who is a constant reminder of your
happiness and joy, who makes you smiles just by
knowing she loves you back.
Wait for the girl who you give piggy back rides to in
public and she still is in view of her friends, while
she gets off and you hear her go: "you're the one
for me, for always"
And for girls,
Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot,
who calls you back when you hang up on him,
who will stay awake just to watch you sleep.
Wait for the boy who kisses your forhead,
who wants to show you off to the world
when you are in your sweats,
who holds your hand in front of his friends,
who thinks you're just as pretty without makeup on.
Wait for the one who is constantly reminding you
of how much he cares about you
and how lucky he is to have you.
Wait for the one who turns to his friends and
says, "...that's her."
Editorials by Linkinwayne.
When was your first crush? Most probably, it was when you were in primary school. In fact, from a very young age, we have always tried to impress the opposite sex. That's what makes us humans. But, too often, we push aside the most important part of a person, the part of him inside, not his or her exterior.
Note that the quotes from LOTR are missing due to my stupid com. Here's another touching story:
John Blanchard stood up from the bench,
straightened his Army uniform, and studied the
crowd of people making their way through Grand
Central Station. He looked for the girl whose
heart he knew, but whose face he didn't, the girl
with the rose. His interest in her had begun
thirteen months before in a Florida library.
Taking a book off the shelf he found himself
intrigued, not with the words of the book, but
with the notes penciled in the margin. The soft
handwriting reflected a thoughtful soul and
insightful mind.
In front of the book, he discovered the previous
owner's name, Miss Hollis Maynell. With time and
effort he located her address. She lived in New
York City. He wrote her a letter introducing
himself and inviting her to correspond. The next
day he was shipped overseas for service in World
War II
During the next year and one-month the two grew
to
know each other through the mail. Each letter was
a seed falling on a fertile heart. A Romance was
budding. Blanchard requested a photograph, but
she
refused. She felt that if he really cared, it
wouldn't matter what she looked like.
When the day finally came for him to return from
Europe, they scheduled their first meeting - 7:00
pm at Grand Central Station in New York.
"You'll recognize me, " she wrote, "by the red
rose I'll be wearing on my lapel." So at 7:00 he
was in the station looking for a girl whose heart
he loved, but whose face he'd never seen.
I'll let Mr. Blanchard tell you what happened: A
young women was coming toward me, her figure
long
and slim. Her blonde hair lay back in curls from
her delicate ears; her eyes were blue as flowers.
Her lips and chin had a gentle firmness, and in
her pale green suit she was like springtime come
alive. I started toward her, entirely forgetting
to notice that she was not wearing a rose. As I
moved, a small, provocative smile curved her lips.
"Going my way, sailor?" she murmured. Almost
uncontrollably I made one step closer to her, and
then I saw Hollis Maynell. She was standing almost
directly behind the girl. A women well past 40,
she had graying hair tucked under a worn hat. She
was more than plump, her thick-ankled feet thrust
into low-heeled shoes. The girl in the green suit
was walking quickly away. I felt as though I split
in two, so keen was my desire to follow her, and
yet so deep was my longing for the women whose
spirit had truly companioned me and upheld my
own.
And there she stood. Her pale, plump face was
gentle and sensible, her gray eyes had a warm and
kindly twinkle. I did not hesitate. My fingers
gripped the small worn blue leather copy of the
book that was something precious, something
perhaps even better than love, a friendship for
which I had been and must ever be grateful.
I squared my shoulders and saluted and held out
the book to the women, even though while I spoke I
felt choked by the bitterness of my
disappointment. "I'm Lieutenant John Blanchard,
and you must be Miss Maynell. I am so glad you
could meet me; may I take you to dinner?"
The women's face broadened into a tolerant smile.
"I don't know what this is about, son," she
answered, "but the young lady in the green suit
who just went by, she begged me to wear this rose
on my coat. And she said if you were to ask me
out
to dinner, I should go and tell you that she is
waiting for you in the big restaurant across the
street. She said it was some kind of test!"
It's not difficult to understand and admire Miss
Maynell's wisdom. The true nature of a heart is
seen in it's response to the unattractive. "Tell
me whom you love," Houssaye wrote, "And I will
tell you who you are."
You must at least forward this sweet love story to
10-15 people or you will fail in your love life
and never find the right person for you
posted by Wayne. @ 9:11:00 AM
