Trip To Europe « Result #1 on Mar 16, 2009, 9:45pm »
A beautiful young New York woman was so depressed that she decided to end her life by throwing herself into the ocean. But just before she could throw herself from the docks, a handsome young sailor stopped her.
"You have so much to live for," said the sailor. "Look, I¡¯m off to Europe tomorrow and I can stow you away on my ship. I¡¯ll take care of you, bring you food every day, and keep you happy."
With nothing to lose, combined with the fact that she had always wanted to go to Europe, the woman accepted. That night the sailor brought her aboard and hid her in a lifeboat. From then on, every night he would bring her three sandwiches and make love to her until dawn.
Three weeks later she was discovered by the captain during a routine inspection.
"What are you doing here?" asked the captain.
"I have an arrangement with one of the sailors," she replied. "He brings me food and I get a free trip to Europe. Plus he¡¯s screwing me."
"He certainly is," replied the captain. "This is the Staten Island Ferry".
My Lucky Day « Result #2 on Mar 16, 2009, 9:43pm »
tell me what you saw that was so bad tell me all the reasons why you made me so sad i wish that i was like you and i'm sorry that i'm not at least i still have hope i guess that's all i've got [chorus]: i know you must be happy thrilled that i'm not there yet i know that i will make it make it good for me out here and soon i will be smiling everything will be okay i'll not worry anymore that will be my lucky day i wish that you'd seen something special 'bout me too that you would think of something else not just the way i look to you i don't see what you see how different can i be and why does it really matter i'm just being me [chorus]: i know you must be happy thrilled that i'm not there yet i know that i will make it make it good for me out here and soon i will be smiling everything will be okay i'll not worry anymore that will be my lucky day i don't see what you see how different can i be and why does it really matter i'm just being me
Having a ready-formed plan « Result #3 on Mar 2, 2009, 12:01am »
there was once an artist whose name was Wen Tong. He was famous for his bamboo drawings.wow power leveling, A lot of people asked him for one of his bamboo drawings.
People wondered why Wen Tong could draw so well. Actually, Wen Tong loved bamboo so much he had grown various bamboo around his house. No matter what season it was and no matter whether it was sunny or rainy,wow power leveling, he used to go to the bamboo forest to observe how they were growing.
He carefully observed the length and breadth of the bamboo poles as well as the shapes and colors of the leaves. Whenever he found something new, he went back to his study and drew what was in his mind on paper. wow power leveling,After a long time, the images of the bamboo in different seasons, under different weather conditions and at different moments were deeply imprinted in his mind. Whenever he stood before the paper and picked up a painting brush,wow gold, various forms of bamboo came into his mind at once. So, every time he was drawing bamboo he appeared confident and at ease. All the bamboo he drew looked like real.
When people spoke highly of his paintings,wow gold,he always said modestly that he had just put the images of the bamboo imprinted in his mind in the paper.
the phrase "having the images of bamboo ready in one's bosom" means having plans or designs ready in one's mind before doing a certain job so that its success is guaranteed. wow gold,It also means being calm and sober-minded in dealing with things.
The swan is said to sing but once in his life--when it knows it is about to die
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Re: Dreams and Past Lives « Result #14 on Jul 20, 2006, 1:25pm »
Jason watched as the man, no it was a boy, ran closer. He ducked as the boy jumped over his head, but didn't avoid a stinging blow to his face. He yelped and grabbed his face. He could feel the blood dripping between his fingers from the wound on his cheek. Ignoring the sting, he turned and struck a familiar fighting stance. "You want me?" Jason growled. "Come and get me." The boy grinned, revealing small fangs in place of his canines. "Don't talk to me." The boy retorted and spat. "
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The swan is said to sing but once in his life--when it knows it is about to die
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Re: Dreams and Past Lives « Result #15 on Jul 20, 2006, 12:05pm »
The sand an uncomfortable paste on his skin now, Mikael turned away from the ocean to see a man walking towads him. Was this the bastard that had spoken to him? As part feline, Mikael could feel then hostility eminating from his intruder. Mikael wanted to rush the man but knew that was foolish. Instead he paced himself, walking gracefully forward. As far as he could tell, it was just the two of them. Good, it had been a while since he had been in a fair fight. Not that he ever fought fair but it was nice to pretend. A street light flickerd nearby and went out. Like a fool, Mikael had left his weapons behind at the inn. Fortuantyl, he knew how to fight without weapons. As he came closer to his victim, he forced his fingernails to grow, retractable claws were cool, or at least they would have been if it didn't hurt like hell. The other man made no move for a weapon and Mikael didn't see him change. Could he just be human? He doubted it. A human couldn't carry that much anger inside of him. They were close now. Mikael ran towards him, jumping at the very last second. He swiped a claw down, swiping the man cheek, as he soared over his head, landing on two feet smoothly behind him. He quickly spun around to face his prey.
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