January 2010
20 posts
I love my new place! I’m remodeling my room right now…
I need a wireless mouse.
Moving out tomorrow!
Yet.. I haven’t pack my things. LOL.
I have about 9.5 hours ‘til Jarod Fluke picks me up and help me move in my stuff at my new place! Thanks a lot, procrastinator.
Beautiful Day by U-N-I
it feels so good,...
DON'T EVER LOSE HOPE AND ALWAYS HAVE FAITH. In...
essuh:
387miles:
It’s impossible = All things are possible (Luke, 18;27) I’m too tired = I will give you rest (Matt, 11:28-30) Nobody really loves me = I love you (John, 3:16) I can’t go on = My grace is sufficient (II Cor, 12:19) I can’t figure things out = I will direct your steps (Prov, 20:24) I can’t do it = You can do all things (Phil, 4:13) I’m not able = I am able (II Cor, 9:8) It’s not...
My birthday was a bliss from amidst. It’s just another year where we have to grow wiser and constantly build-in upon ourselves to become better as a whole individual. I thank you for everyone for the birthday wishes/compliments because it makes me a whole lot better! I really wished something HUGE, as I always want to contrive to get it… fast. =)
Year older!
Happy Birthday to me.
A circular motion against the gravity heats up.
Title: A Sexual Encounter between a Capacitor and an Inductor One evening, with his charge at full capacity, Micro Farad decided to get a cute coil to discharge him. He went to the Magnet Bar to pick up a chip called Millie Amp. He caught her out back trying self induction; fortunately, she had not damaged her solenoid. The two took off on his megacycle and rode across the Wheatstone Bridge into...
“Learn from the past, set vivid, detailed goals for the future, and live in the...”
“Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss, you’ll land among the stars.”...”
Ferragamo theme song.
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Life is how we feel in the inside.
I come home disgruntled with my life and play back memories and situations, work experiences, people. I look for the shape of my story. Sometimes it runs in black and white, the shading exposing deep fissures, deep deep ruts of existence – valleys of the shadow of death. Sometimes it runs animated, comical in its satire and irony. Foolish and cheap, to be quickly forgotten. Only a few chapters...
Jan has a calculus story for you
Sex is mathematically quantifiable.
Jan: They integrated from the very point of origin. Her curves were continuous, and even though he was odd, he was a real number. The day their lines first intersected, they became an ordered pair. From then on it was a continuous function. They were both in their prime, so in next to no time they were horizontal and parallel. She was awed by the magnitude of his perpendicular line, and he was amazed by her conical projections. "Bisect my angle!" she postulated each time she reached her local maximum. He taught her the chain rule as she implicitly defined the amplitude of his simple harmonic motion. They underwent multiple rotations of their axes, until at last they reached the vertex, the critical point, their finite limit. After that they slept like logs. Later she found him taking a right-handed limit, that was a problem, because it was an improper form. He meanwhile had realized that she was irrational, not to mention square. She approached her ex, so they diverged..
