Hey Earth, happy Earth Day!! I have no idea how old are you but I sure do know someone aged 17 years on this day.
Hey myself, happy birthday. You're one step closer to what you never really wanted.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Friday, April 18, 2008
Improve Yourself! (bitches)
Hey, who actually like hypocrites? Perhaps those who have the same point of view like them? Thats right people, you know who I'm talking about. In fact, theres not only 1, but theres a GROWING number of those people within the community we live in! And yet, you people still trust them. Either you guys are STUPID or just oblivious to the facts.
And heck, who loves people who talk tons of shit about themselves but never have the balls to do it? And yes, I have mentioned that particular person's name to several people. Hell, if you don't have the balls, CHOP THE STICK OFF TOO! Here's a few hints on who that person might actually be!
- He has no actual FRIENDS!
- Nobody pays any ATTENTION to him!
- His body odor is EXTREMELY horrible!
Hello people, what we need is INDIVIDUALISM. Why in the world would you wanna imitate the lifestyles, fashion and ACCENT of another person? You are yourself because you are brought up that way. You are special in your own particular way. Why be a LALA just because your 'friends' seem to be one? Why not just live out your life believing in what you know is RIGHT? Why accept criticism when you can OBVIOUSLY ignore it?
Take Wen Cheang and the Gay as an example.
-People insult Cheang's religion all the time, but he thrives on his own because he believes in what he believes in. Hey, he's doing pretty well that way.
-He's always been called names like 'The Boy with Mammary Glands' but he's in the school's debate team heading to represent Klang. Can you actually do that? He's taken all the insults but look where he is.
People who give too much of a damn about what other people say are pathetic. Don't give in to what people want you to be. Be what YOU want to be.
IMPROVE YOURSELF DAMN IT!
And heck, who loves people who talk tons of shit about themselves but never have the balls to do it? And yes, I have mentioned that particular person's name to several people. Hell, if you don't have the balls, CHOP THE STICK OFF TOO! Here's a few hints on who that person might actually be!
- He has no actual FRIENDS!
- Nobody pays any ATTENTION to him!
- His body odor is EXTREMELY horrible!
Hello people, what we need is INDIVIDUALISM. Why in the world would you wanna imitate the lifestyles, fashion and ACCENT of another person? You are yourself because you are brought up that way. You are special in your own particular way. Why be a LALA just because your 'friends' seem to be one? Why not just live out your life believing in what you know is RIGHT? Why accept criticism when you can OBVIOUSLY ignore it?
Take Wen Cheang and the Gay as an example.
-People insult Cheang's religion all the time, but he thrives on his own because he believes in what he believes in. Hey, he's doing pretty well that way.
-He's always been called names like 'The Boy with Mammary Glands' but he's in the school's debate team heading to represent Klang. Can you actually do that? He's taken all the insults but look where he is.
People who give too much of a damn about what other people say are pathetic. Don't give in to what people want you to be. Be what YOU want to be.
IMPROVE YOURSELF DAMN IT!
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
Random Post #2
Credits go to 'Alice' from the Blueserver forum.
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Prologue Part I: The Scourge awakens.
The wind’s chilling breath howled across the desolate and permanently frozen tundra of Northrend, the northern continent covered with white and inhospitable plains and mountains of ice and snow. This place was home to only the strongest of creatures, from the tough white-furred Magnataurs, to the simple but resilient frost hare.
The most recognizable landmark was Icecrown Glacier, a tall and unnatural spire which appeared shortly after an inter-planar invasion of orcs. The snow-covered ground here gave way to the creeping corruption of blight, the first sign of the undead, their plague was so vile, it could make the very earth they touch wither and die. Numerous ziggurats were scattered around the perimeter of the blighted land, at their peaks, sat large crystals storing helpless souls to be used as a defence against any who dared wander close to the undeads’ crypts. At the top of the treacherous spiral pathway of the Icecrown Glacier, exhaling breaths of cold from all over sat their master. The Lich King.
Ner’Zhul, the Lich King, was once in life, an orc shaman, who made a pact with the Eredar Warlock, Kil’Jaeden. Ner’Zhul oversaw the orc invasion of Azeroth which ended in failure. Kil’Jaeden was unhappy to say the least. Ner’Zhul was powerless as he watched his body being ripped apart by demonic entities, as Kil’Jaeden left his soul intact to torture the fallen orc further. In the end, Ner’Zhul was given another chance, his soul was encased in armour and imprisoned in what will become known as the Frozen Throne, he was sent back to Azeroth, where he used his new found powers of telepathy and necromancy to recruit and create the Undead Scourge.
With this new power, came ambition, Ner’Zhul manipulated events and minions to saved himself from Eredar control and imminent destruction, and became his own master once again. The power and will of Ner’Zhul flowed from his physical avatar, and chosen champion and saviour, the self-proclaimed King Arthas Menethil. Wearing a silver iron helmet and armour decorated with the faces of skulls and frozen from the cold, the intimidating sight and aura of the Lich King would have rendered even the most courageous of men to succumb to fear.
Azeroth was ripe for the taking, all Ner’Zhul needed was absolute power. From his memories as the Eredar’s thrall, he knew just the place to acquire such power. The Well of Eternity.
Ner’Zhul had summoned his numerous legions of the living dead for this purpose, to travel to Kalimdor and seek out the magical properties of the Well hidden underneath the World Tree at Mount Hyjal. Resistance will be strong from the Night Elves and the other races, but Ner’Zhul will have his prize one way or another. Than he will welcome them all to the tranquillity of death’s embrace.
Nerubians unburied themselves from their numerous underground resting chambers, swarms of insects crawled, flew, dug and scurried their way out of the many caverns of their subterranean empire. The once thriving and proud race of insect warriors appeared out of nowhere to heed the call. Kel’Thuzad, one of Ner’Zhul’s most trusted liches, gathered the acolytes of the Cult of the Damned and began raising the undead legions of ghouls, skeletons and all manner of abominations from the fallen human kingdom of Lordaeron. Kel’Thuzad’s own elite beast-like flesh constructs poured out from the Necropolis Naxxramas to join the growing army.
From all corners of Ner’Zhul’s realm came many newly acquired and powerful allies. The Scourge reawakened to once again engulf all in its path. Their mission was not only to capture the Well of Eternity, but to send a statement to all by exterminating life in Kalimdor.
These words rang in the hollow heads of the undead as they moved to devour Kalimdor.
“For Ner’Zhul.”
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Prologue Part II: The Sentinel Gather
Somewhere in the vast forest of Ashenvale, a lone figure awaken from his deep slumber, he had witnessed many events in the mesmerizing realm of emerald dreams but none could match the graveness of the one of Northrend. The figure began the task of delivering these dark tidings to all he could find. Casting a simple teleportation spell, he began to spread his news to all who would hear it.
Malfurion “Furion” Stormrage’s return was surprising to the Kalimdorian people, and so were his warnings. Furion brought his dark tidings of a possible Scourge invasion to all he could find, urging them to stand united to combat this great foe. But like many times before, a prophet’s wild premonitions and words would often fall on deaf ears. The other races including the Humans and the Orcs were sceptical. Time will tell whether they would come to his beckons.
The Night Elves however, immediately took up arms behind their near-omnipotent druidic prophet. The Sentinels gathered their forces in their forest-metropolises and readied their arsenal of glaives, bows and spells. The forest itself began mustering forces of its own; the trees uprooted themselves, humongous woody Protectors accompanied by their smaller counterparts, the Ents and the many Kalimdorian woodland creatures, marched to pre-marked staging areas.
Situated at the centre of the Sentinel’s base of operations was Mount Hyjal, the tallest mountain in Azeroth, and one of the most sacred sites for the Night Elves, as it is home to Nordrassil, the World Tree. Underneath the great tree’s roots is the second Well of Eternity, the source of all magic in this world, created after the dark ages of the Great Sundering by the Betrayer, Illidan Stormrage. Malfurion’s brother.
On top of a cliff which gave a magnificent scenic view of the sun rising on the horizon behind the Mt Hyjal and the World Tree, stood that betrayers brother, Malfurion. The dawn sun casts down warm orange lights on to his long majestic antlers and natural purple Night Elf skin. His eyes glowed with power and wisdom, his body was riddled with visible signs of magical potency as he surveyed the war preparations.
Standing next to him, was a Dryad. Creatures of the forest, Dryads have taken half animalistic forms and in this case, the dryad’s lower body was replaced by the body of a doe. She looked at Malfurion, and thought how much he looked more and more like her father nowadays. A small wisp floated playfully in front of her and snapped her out of her reminiscing.
“Do you think we can beat them off, Furion? Their forces are vast and we are so few.” The Dryad spoke almost lazily while twirling her makeshift spear.
“The Night Elves have faced worse odds before, we must stand as a bulwark against the Scourge until our allies realize the threat and join us; it is my hope that Thrall and Jaina can rally their people our aid, than maybe more will…” Malfurion stopped when he noticed the dryad skipping away and vanishing into the forest with the mystical wisps.
“She never had a good attention span.” Malfurion smiled realizing that he was thinking out loud. His smile disappeared when he heard the sound of galloping cat’s paws coming up the path cliff. His face intensified when he heard the message the riders had.
“The Scourge have landed at Darkshore!”
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Prologue Part I: The Scourge awakens.
The wind’s chilling breath howled across the desolate and permanently frozen tundra of Northrend, the northern continent covered with white and inhospitable plains and mountains of ice and snow. This place was home to only the strongest of creatures, from the tough white-furred Magnataurs, to the simple but resilient frost hare.
The most recognizable landmark was Icecrown Glacier, a tall and unnatural spire which appeared shortly after an inter-planar invasion of orcs. The snow-covered ground here gave way to the creeping corruption of blight, the first sign of the undead, their plague was so vile, it could make the very earth they touch wither and die. Numerous ziggurats were scattered around the perimeter of the blighted land, at their peaks, sat large crystals storing helpless souls to be used as a defence against any who dared wander close to the undeads’ crypts. At the top of the treacherous spiral pathway of the Icecrown Glacier, exhaling breaths of cold from all over sat their master. The Lich King.
Ner’Zhul, the Lich King, was once in life, an orc shaman, who made a pact with the Eredar Warlock, Kil’Jaeden. Ner’Zhul oversaw the orc invasion of Azeroth which ended in failure. Kil’Jaeden was unhappy to say the least. Ner’Zhul was powerless as he watched his body being ripped apart by demonic entities, as Kil’Jaeden left his soul intact to torture the fallen orc further. In the end, Ner’Zhul was given another chance, his soul was encased in armour and imprisoned in what will become known as the Frozen Throne, he was sent back to Azeroth, where he used his new found powers of telepathy and necromancy to recruit and create the Undead Scourge.
With this new power, came ambition, Ner’Zhul manipulated events and minions to saved himself from Eredar control and imminent destruction, and became his own master once again. The power and will of Ner’Zhul flowed from his physical avatar, and chosen champion and saviour, the self-proclaimed King Arthas Menethil. Wearing a silver iron helmet and armour decorated with the faces of skulls and frozen from the cold, the intimidating sight and aura of the Lich King would have rendered even the most courageous of men to succumb to fear.
Azeroth was ripe for the taking, all Ner’Zhul needed was absolute power. From his memories as the Eredar’s thrall, he knew just the place to acquire such power. The Well of Eternity.
Ner’Zhul had summoned his numerous legions of the living dead for this purpose, to travel to Kalimdor and seek out the magical properties of the Well hidden underneath the World Tree at Mount Hyjal. Resistance will be strong from the Night Elves and the other races, but Ner’Zhul will have his prize one way or another. Than he will welcome them all to the tranquillity of death’s embrace.
Nerubians unburied themselves from their numerous underground resting chambers, swarms of insects crawled, flew, dug and scurried their way out of the many caverns of their subterranean empire. The once thriving and proud race of insect warriors appeared out of nowhere to heed the call. Kel’Thuzad, one of Ner’Zhul’s most trusted liches, gathered the acolytes of the Cult of the Damned and began raising the undead legions of ghouls, skeletons and all manner of abominations from the fallen human kingdom of Lordaeron. Kel’Thuzad’s own elite beast-like flesh constructs poured out from the Necropolis Naxxramas to join the growing army.
From all corners of Ner’Zhul’s realm came many newly acquired and powerful allies. The Scourge reawakened to once again engulf all in its path. Their mission was not only to capture the Well of Eternity, but to send a statement to all by exterminating life in Kalimdor.
These words rang in the hollow heads of the undead as they moved to devour Kalimdor.
“For Ner’Zhul.”
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Prologue Part II: The Sentinel Gather
Somewhere in the vast forest of Ashenvale, a lone figure awaken from his deep slumber, he had witnessed many events in the mesmerizing realm of emerald dreams but none could match the graveness of the one of Northrend. The figure began the task of delivering these dark tidings to all he could find. Casting a simple teleportation spell, he began to spread his news to all who would hear it.
Malfurion “Furion” Stormrage’s return was surprising to the Kalimdorian people, and so were his warnings. Furion brought his dark tidings of a possible Scourge invasion to all he could find, urging them to stand united to combat this great foe. But like many times before, a prophet’s wild premonitions and words would often fall on deaf ears. The other races including the Humans and the Orcs were sceptical. Time will tell whether they would come to his beckons.
The Night Elves however, immediately took up arms behind their near-omnipotent druidic prophet. The Sentinels gathered their forces in their forest-metropolises and readied their arsenal of glaives, bows and spells. The forest itself began mustering forces of its own; the trees uprooted themselves, humongous woody Protectors accompanied by their smaller counterparts, the Ents and the many Kalimdorian woodland creatures, marched to pre-marked staging areas.
Situated at the centre of the Sentinel’s base of operations was Mount Hyjal, the tallest mountain in Azeroth, and one of the most sacred sites for the Night Elves, as it is home to Nordrassil, the World Tree. Underneath the great tree’s roots is the second Well of Eternity, the source of all magic in this world, created after the dark ages of the Great Sundering by the Betrayer, Illidan Stormrage. Malfurion’s brother.
On top of a cliff which gave a magnificent scenic view of the sun rising on the horizon behind the Mt Hyjal and the World Tree, stood that betrayers brother, Malfurion. The dawn sun casts down warm orange lights on to his long majestic antlers and natural purple Night Elf skin. His eyes glowed with power and wisdom, his body was riddled with visible signs of magical potency as he surveyed the war preparations.
Standing next to him, was a Dryad. Creatures of the forest, Dryads have taken half animalistic forms and in this case, the dryad’s lower body was replaced by the body of a doe. She looked at Malfurion, and thought how much he looked more and more like her father nowadays. A small wisp floated playfully in front of her and snapped her out of her reminiscing.
“Do you think we can beat them off, Furion? Their forces are vast and we are so few.” The Dryad spoke almost lazily while twirling her makeshift spear.
“The Night Elves have faced worse odds before, we must stand as a bulwark against the Scourge until our allies realize the threat and join us; it is my hope that Thrall and Jaina can rally their people our aid, than maybe more will…” Malfurion stopped when he noticed the dryad skipping away and vanishing into the forest with the mystical wisps.
“She never had a good attention span.” Malfurion smiled realizing that he was thinking out loud. His smile disappeared when he heard the sound of galloping cat’s paws coming up the path cliff. His face intensified when he heard the message the riders had.
“The Scourge have landed at Darkshore!”
Wednesday, March 5, 2008
Youth Suspended Over A Sketch of A Gun
Officials say drawing by teen ‘absolutely considered a threat’ A 13-year-old boy has been suspended for three days by an Arizona public school because he sketched a picture that resembled a gun, something school officials said they “absolutely” believed could pose a threat.
“My son is a very good boy,” Paul Mosteller told the television station. “He doesn’t get into trouble. There was nothing on the paper that would signify that it was a threat of any form.”
The principal at Payne Junior High School kept the actual drawing, and officials with the Chandler Unified School District declined to release any information about the situation.
Mosteller said her son was just idly drawing pictures, and ended up with a fake laser.
“He was just basically doodling and not thinking a lot about it,” she said. “We’re not advocates for guns. We don’t have guns in our home. We don’t promote the use of guns. My son was just basically doodling on a piece of paper.”
School officials who initially banned the student for five days lowered the penalty to three days after discussing the situation with the boy’s father.
“I just can’t believe that there wasn’t another way to resolve this,” Mosteller told the Associated Press. “He’s so upset. The school made him feel like he committed a crime. They are doing more damage than good.”
The drawing did not show blood or bullets. Nor did it show injuries or target anyone, the Mostellers said. It just resembled a gun.
Terry Locke, a spokesman for the district, told the AP the sketch was “absolutely considered a threat,” and threatening words or pictures are punishable.
However, the school failed to contact police, and failed to provide counseling or an evaluation for the student to determine if he intended it as a threat, officials said.
The student’s father, Ben Mosteller, said school officials told him how serious they considered the situation, and discussed the 1999 massacre at Colorado’s Columbine High School, where two teens shot and killed 12 students and a teacher, and injured dozens more.
That, he said, was extreme and offensive. The family already has contacted the district’s governing board about the incident.
The station said it checked the rules students must follow at school, and found there’s nothing in a portion of the student handbook that addresses conduct to indicate the drawing of a weapon poses threat.
© 2007 WorldNetDaily.com
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I laughed my ass off over this one.
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