Sunday, June 28, 2009

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One step more weary, broken down this road,
The sun glares down from the skies,
My body like lead, on Highway Undead
And Then a silver shadow flits by.

my old friend You're here, you wont stay till the end,
I dont know That my chains bind you're
Where You're Meant to Be, in a flight of ecstacy
forgotten Inhibitions behind you. So fly

bird of prey, on the gale
Into This May Be harsh world STIs But yours to roam,
Abandon Those Fears, pent up over years
And I'll watch you as I trudge on home.

And yes my friend, I Admit to envy
For today I wont take to the skies
But maybe so

Friday, June 26, 2009

Poptropica How To Get Everything

tarted with Johnny Lever-strangely enough- and his all too famous Michael Jackson stand up gig. And so it went on and on...and on some more. What with child abuse cases and drug addiction, he became an easy target for the media vultures. And by the time he started taking refuge in religion, everyone knew that it was the beginning of the end.
The way I see it- he wasnt perfect. And I didnt like him. I thought he was crazy- and I'm pretty sure I'm right. But he did give something back. He gave us the 90s like we remember them- with the black kid and his white gloves and his zipper jacket and his awesome songs. He gave me a part of childhood that I probably could have done without, had it not been there...but it
was there. It's there in the back of my head with the bubble machines and the hoola hoops and the Khalnaayak
song. It May Not Be world peace, it May Not Be time travel ... but ITS Something.

And so, I pray for Michael Jackson. I hope he's in a Better Place. I really honestly do. May Most of you remember him as a loony white hasbeen with A Few Screws Loose, and you wont Be all that's wrong. But I want to remember him like this.









So long Jackson. I'll miss you.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Driver License Renewal Ohio It is difficult to write ...

Well, I think a year ago that I updated this thing and should learn to use livejournal!. I decided to write or make a translation every week, so I decided to use this journal, besides ff.net: P More than anything is to put the batteries to see how I can get to write and now I'm happy because I fixed the keyboard! = D

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-;-**-;-**-;-* I will devote this first entry to Hellsing, taking advantage of translated memoirs Blancas (White Memories) and I'm going to climb the AXI community ... it is time they bring something! : P

This first post goes for Hellsing, Because I Have Memories translated White (Wharge to Protect human beings.



However, in the middle of That pale darkness, There Was a little light shining, coming from the ruins of What Had Been a very important organization. It Would Be a sad joke to say That Stood Still Hellsing, Integra Hellsing But For That Was Had Kept and What Would keep her alive: It was her pride, her blood and her duty. Those Düring months all she did WAS to hunt down and kill all the ghouls and vampires That Were left. It Could Have Been an easy work, once upon a time. But now Armed only with her know, What Was the weapon left in reserve at the manor and her will, It Could take years to finally free her

London from those ungodly souls that corrupted everything. She wasn’t all alone though. Seras Victoria, who was now a complete vampiress, had had the option to leave, but she decided to stay. She wanted to help her new Mistress, in memorial of her Master and she kept saying that he would come back. Integra tried no to listen to her silly hopes because she knew, deep inside her soul, that she wanted to believe that Alucard would come back. She was no fool, Alucard always answered for her call, always ; and if he hadn’t appeared until that moment it meant that he would never appear at all…

They had decided to take a rest for that night. It wasn’t like they were attacked by Christmas spirit but Seras needed to go hunting because there was no medical blood left and there was nothing alive in that place, save from the young knight. Integra secretly thanked for this opportunity to relax, for her wounds were still open and she was having a hard time getting used to her reduced visibility caused by the loss of her eye. She returned to her room after she was sure that there were no intruders. It took her a while but in the end she could light a fire in the fireplace, despite the humid weather. She got up and looked around. Her bedroom was one of the few rooms that remained intact; it was like a gift and a cruel mockery at the same time. The place was neat and clean and it reminded her of what her life used to be. For a moment it looked like nothing Had changed, That Would Walter nock and enter linden tea with her so she Would not Have troubles to fall asleep. She clenched her fists Without Realizing it When She Remembered her butler. I Was the One Who Had raised her as if she Were His own child, Who Had Trained her, Protect and Serve her DURING her twenty three years of life ... and Who Had Also abandoned and betrayed her. She Looked at herself in the mirror. She Was There, standing in the middle of the room, dressed with her suit, her around her waist Weapons, haughty Trying to keep her last appearance as the proud descendant of the Hellsing family ... she Who Was Trying to impress? Who Was she Trying to fool? She was alone now. All her loved ones and Those Who Had sworn to Protect her at her left Had Some point in her life. Her mother, her father, her queen, Walter, Even her God, and now I

, Alucard Also Had Disappeared in the darkness. In an outburst of anger she hit the mirror with her fist, breaking it Into a Thousand Pieces. Then she tried to control her breathing, Ignoring the pain in her hand That Was Starting to bleed. She Had to recover the control over her emotions, she Should Not cold Reasoning loose her now. She Needed to relax so she walk with firm steps Toward the cabinet Where She Kept her the whiskey and cigarettes. When She Opened the little door she Stood frozen in her place. Next to the whiskey bottle Was a bottle of red wine That She Used To keep for Some special somebody had to stay and take care of the place and vampires did not celebrate Christmas. Or that was what she had thought. But in the end, even monsters wanted their quality time and as a consequence a bored Lady Hellsing was left alone with nothing better to do than filling paperwork. She tried to see the bright side, a least she was alone with her own thoughts. It had been a long time since she had a night free of people running into her office informing of an attack or answering phone calls at indecent hours.

-You should be celebrating like the rest of the humans, my Master. - Perhaps she had sung her praises too early.

- Alucard What do you want? I DO NOT recall calling you for Any Reason. - She felt shivers running-through her body as Alucard Materialized in front of her desk. His hat and glasses gone but I WAS WHERE Cynically smiling, as always.

-Your boredom WAS screaming my name. After all, a servant must-please His Master. - CHTMLplace and made her sit on a chair.

  -You are taking too many liberties with me this night, vampire. I should lock you in the basement for this.-

  -Oh, come on, you know I’m attractive; I know you dream about me. - Integra was drinking her wine and she almost spat everything when she heard that. He had caught her off guard, damned wine, andXC -Twenty years ago, unfortunately for your father, I found my way out of the dungeons. I was walking freely through the corridors of the mansion, breathing the night’s fresh air when oh! Surprise! I came face to face with nothing more and nothing less than Lady de Hellsing. She was a beautiful woman, I dare say, but she wouldn’t reach you heels, my Master. She didn’t have your courage either, for when she saw me she started screaming. Anyway, I ended up going back to the cell and they increased the protection. –

  -AlucaMLXC -Patience, patience. – He kept his smile as he drunk his wine. - It still doesn’t taste as good as blood. Lady de Hellsing managed to throw this at me before she passed out. Seriously, I don’t know what she was thinking if she thought she could damage me with this little thing. Anyway, you should have no doubt of its value, it is a fine jewel. - When he finished talking he took out from his coat a silver chain. Attached to the chain was a cross finely forged in silver, encrusted with precious stones. The pendant shone under the moonlight, casting a glow that was reflected on Integra’s eyes.

\u0026ampnished saying this she grabbed a silver knife she carried with her and made a little cut on her wrist. Then she placed it over the glass and let the blood run slowly. She tried to put on a poker face and ignored the tremor running through her arm. Alucard watched every move she did very carefully, which was no help at all. Finally, when she started to feel dizzy because of the blood loss she pulled out her hand and pushed the glass.

 

-What are you waiting for? Drink! –   Alucard stayed frozen, he first stared at the glass and then at her bleeding wrist. With a quick movement he gently grabbed her hand and pressed his lips to the cut. Integra was about to scream at him but she had to eat her words when she felt his tongue lapping the wound. When the injury was clean, he took of his cravat and tied it around her wrist.

 

-That’s it. – ghtmares, she knew he would be always there, in the darkest corner of the room, watching her dreams. However, when she grew up to be the strong woman she was now, she realized that she did not saw him as a father; she discovered there was something more. Something dark and marvelous. She knew exactly what it was but she couldn’t and probably would never accept it. It was wrong. It went against everything her family fought, against everything she believed and against her duty.

 

She looked out from the window to the city. She could see little lights twinkling, nTMLXC -The noise. - She lied knowing that it wouldn’t work; the vampire could enter into her mind and see what she was thinking. If that happened in that moment, she didn’t feel strong enough to resist.

 

-Let’s go.-

 

-Where? - She didn’t realized what was happening until she saw the dark energy surrounding her humans here.-

 

-…-

 

-What is stopping you? –

 

-…What are you talking about?-

As she thought, Alucard had read what was happening inside her and understood it even before herself. She had been accumulating everything that happened to her all those years leading Hellsing, following her duty. Because of her duty she had learned how to fire a gun, plan battled, bark orders, and to kill. She felt a shiver running through her body, but she didn’t change her firm position.

-You are still climbing to your pride; you still refuse to show fear. That’s why I was impressed by you the first time I saw you Integra. You did not run when you saw me. No, with your head held high like a true Hellsing, you aimed at your uncyou with your gun and Killed him, choosing your destiny. - She Could feel Alucard getting closer as I talk. "You were a child and Then You Already Had potential. Now You are a strong woman ... but You Could Be more. Now I can make you this offer. Shall I confess I wanted to do it That day in the dungeons .-

-About What offer are you talking about? - In her heart she Feared What WAS the vampire about to offer, Because It Was Something She Had Been Wishing for a long time. I Was like a little ghost That Came to bother her DURING night, Every tssed me, as a human You are superior to me. That's why I want you to be the one Who Would walk next to me in the darkness, to live forever. So, now you know all of this. What's stopping you, Countess May? -

Now her whole body trembling WAS. She clenched her fists Against her body, Trying to calm down. She never wanted to believe she meant to That Much to him. That I saw her all over I've Had The Other Humans Called · Masters ¨. However, There Was her Count, Saying the words she wanted to hear most. She Did not dare to think of what she was feeling for Alucard in that moment, for when she accepted it, she would be lost forever. He had called her ¨Countess¨ as if she where his mate. Yes, those were the word she wanted to hear...and that was why she had to say ¨no¨. Damn her honor that tied her to her duty, damn the mission she had to accomplish for her country and her queen, and damn her Hellsing blood.

 

She wanted to shout at him how he dared to offer her something like that; how could he think she would lower herself like that; that he could go to hell and leave her alone. But none of Those Words Were Spoken Because none Were the truth. She breathe in again, and tried to find her voice.

-I just can not. - That Was her answer. Her voice tremble Did it show The rules did regret She Was feeling deep inside. She wanted to be free like I've Said, But It Was not her mission in this world. Someone Had to take care of Hellsing And She Was The Only One That Could Make it. She felt Stronger Alucard's hands pressing her shoulders and, for a second, She Did not know how I WAS going to react. She startled when she heard the guffaw.

 

-There is never doubt in your decisions. I shall insist, you would be a marvelous vampiress.- He released her shoulders, walked until he was in front of her, and kneeled.- I am waiting for your orders, my master.-

 

Everything calmed down inside her when she saw her vampire kneeling, waiting for her orders. She put on her cold mask and a self-confident smile crossed her lips. She was in control again.

  -I am tired. I want to return to the manor. –

 

-As you wish, Lady Hellsing.-

 

 

-Alucard! Get out off my mind! - His laugh was the last thing she heard. She could sleep in spite of his words. What he said to her meant that he would be there by her side forever.

 

She came round when she felt the pain in her hand and she saw she had grabbed the silver cross with such strength that she had a deep cut on her palm. She felt very deep the pain in her hand and in her chest and tears started to roll down from herUntil hing to the night and she dried her tears Could not feel her body. In the end, she Entered her room, closed the window and tried to stop thinking, Like That night. She Went to bed and tried to sleep.

Suddenly a strong wind Opened her balcony and reach her bed. Opened her eyes as She Thought She Could she hear a voice, a voice That She Knew very well. She sat startled, But The room was empty, as it Should Be. When she relaxed she laid again. She Did not Know Why, But she felt very comfortable and at peace now. Would she swore she never cry again ... as she swore Had When She Was a little girl. No, Would she keep going, Would she return peace and purity to her lands, she

Off White Online Comic EDUCATION THE POLICIES OF A nitwit.

As a rule, I try to stay as far away from reality as my pet unicorn NECESSARY Deems, pero Mayawati That is a pisser Serious! Thats why I Have Had to descend from good old # 42 to cloud her latest rant Against idiosyncracy.

There's this new mumbo jumbo about a new grading system for the tenth. In Addition There's the "five pass, one fail = all pass" implementation. Apparently, this will all Be in force by 2010. Now my question ... how in the name of Hugh Laurie is this going to help anybody?

The grading system, I Cannot Say Its awful. its not awesome but ... oh well. So kids will get As INSTEAD OF 90s. Frankly, That nothing changes file at the matriculate level. It's just one less exam s, which is great for kids and Parents and Stress Levels. But how does this help Anyone education wise? Where is the value added? I really dont really see it.
Its
this lousy five pass, one pass rule fail = That I Simply cannot come to Terms with. What, may I ask is the point of handing out marks to People Who cannot compete in the first place? If They cannot compete now they'll think What Makes You Be Able to d It Later? Sure You'll Get Them Through This exam and the next one and the next one, But The Fact That doesn't change the quota That gravy train ends somewhere. And Then what? Who suffers? Everyone, thats who. Its

the SC / ST IIT IIM story all over again. You get people Into Universities and institutes of repute, But you cannot keep Them There. Lets face it, its tall this at the cost of some deserving bloke in the General category, who could have made good use of that seat. So either way, that leaves two rosy alternatives - either IIT/IIM has to lower its standards-a fine choice to take in today's increasingly competititve global environment- OR and we're just going out on a limb here- those who cant cope will have to learn to. Without the quota/ exemptions/ relaxations.

The way I see it, quotas rule. In fact I am all for them. Make it a 50% quota if you like. 
At a primary level.
You want to benefit scheduled casttes and tribes? Make sure private schools reserve seats for them at the first/ second class level. Subsidise the fees. Provide training for teachers to handle every child. Make

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Stage 4 Cancer More Condition_symptoms FINE LINES

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

What To Say On A Wedding Card AND THATS HOW THE BOUNCING BALL BOUNCES

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Free Driver's Licence Template THE GREAT INDIAN WEDDING ... OF DOOM!

 Those that know me dont really tag me as a...social sort of girl. Frankly, I get more enjoyment out of watching a plastic slinky find its way down the stairs than talking to 73% (estimated figure) of the human populace. Thats why when someone well meaning albeit oblivious brings about the famed ' shaadi-byah ' topic, I feel like I have been slapped in the face by the mehendi covered hand of fate.

Now, dont get me wrong. I have nothing against the institution of marriage. Hey, it works right? I know tons of successful people, and some of them are married. Coincidence? Probably, but...there you go. But its The Great Indian Wedding that inspires fear. And not just any old fear. This is thand sort of fear with Nikhil's Economic Theories Which hold up as viable candidates.

I come from a family Where Women Dominate by sheer force of numbers. Lets look at the facts: My grandmother has a sister, my mother has a sister, I have a sister and 2 cousins-both girls-we're looking at a 1:2 girl guy ratio and thats just my mum's side. All in all, i have about 6 sisters, cousins included, and only one brother who-lets face it-isn't going to get married Any time soon. The problem? Sisters Are Said normal, romantic girls with a very rosy view of matrimony. That I know atleast 5 of themes are in love / infatuated / willing to get married soon. So Where Does That Leave Me, me being one of aforemention the elder ones? Nowhere comfortable I Assure you! I'm Caught Between a Rockand to Baaraat here, people! Speaking of

baaraats, I Have Always Had a very unhappy association with Them. They're way too loud, too too red and gold, Our jolly courtesy Punjabi Aunties! This May Be One reason I never much liked the Gryffindor house. Them I always imagine playing with a band playing Quidditch "Doli saja ke rakhna."

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, my time is coming. It wont be long now. A distant cousin (not included in the above) recently consente to tying the Not and will be 'gittin' hitched 'this November. Thats Where the menangerie starts. Theres Going To Be a virtual barrage of match making of autnies Chirping away. These Are some of the gems I am sure to Have Thrown my way ...Though WORST part is? Mum says I cannot take my slinky to the wedding!







Saturday, June 13, 2009

Bionicle Vezon And Kardas Writer's Block: Not Even If You Paid Me

What do you think is the worst job?

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Toll Booth Collector ... hands down.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

What Do I Put In A Wedding Card

Have you ever encountered a situation-in this case, a forwarded email- where you want to kick the creator of said situation, not because its lousy, but because its well meaning and yet so wrong? Probably not. But anyway...here's one: I got this forward and I am just wondering what to do with it. 

It was a sports stadium. 
 
 Eight Children were standing on the track to participate in the running event. 
 
 * Ready! * Steady! * Bang!!! 
 
 With the sound of Toy pistol, all eight girls started running. 
 
Hardly have they covered ten to fifteen steps, one of the smaller girls slipped and Fell down, due to Bruises and pain she started crying. When seven girls Other Heard this sound, stopped running, Stood for a while and turn back, They all ran back to the place Where the girl Fell Down.

One Among Them bent, pick and kissed the girl Gently and Enquirer, 'Now pain must-have
small'. All seven girls Lifted the fallen girl, pacified her, two of them to be held the girl Firmly and They All seven joined hands together and Walker together and reach the winning post.

Officials Were shocked. Clapping of Thousands of Spectators filled the stadium.

Many Eyes Were filled with tears and Perhaps it hrning so That They Are Not felt far behind. This is really a great message ... spread it!


We can not do this ever !!!!!!!!! Because We Have brains






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------ For Anyone Who missed my point, the last line STIs That Really Takes the cake. 'Because We Have brains'? What Is That supposed to mean? So by insinuating That someone with a mental condition is 'brainless' this email Helps to spread the message of love and Equality and god knows what else. Thats just great.
You know, I May Be reading Between the lines too much here, But when i get a message like this, it Makes

Tuesday, June 9, 2009