i just need a ride... on this morning light.
at Thursday, November 06, 2008 1 comments
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Contador has to ride the tour.....else..
ASO might offend some Cycling/Terrorist fanatic....
http://blogs.abcnews.com/theblotter/2007/07/spanish-terror-.html
http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2008/01/23/terror/main3745140.shtml
imagine .... carbon fibre shrapnel.....ughh...
at Wednesday, February 20, 2008 0 comments
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Frequent Friend Zone Membership Card
Hello, and welcome back to the Friend Zone. If you have your Frequent Friend Zone card on hand, we'll be happy to stamp it for you before we proceed. By now, you undoubtedly know the drill, but we will go through standard procedures anyway.
First and foremost, we understand and sympathize with the fact that you are here against your will and probably its due to being bored too. How you got here-whether you were too passive, never had a shot, acted too much like a pillow, or, perhaps don't realize yet that you're gay-is not really our business and it's not at issue. These things happen, to some of us more than others, sure, but such is life.
Here, have a drink. You'll need it. Of course it tastes bitter. What did you expect? And sit down while we explain, once again, your options.
Option One SilverCard is to stay here in the Friend Zone. Staying in the Friend Zone gives the impression that you're a mature human being, one willing to take the high road. And, should you find some way to get beyond your obsession, you may end up with a true and good friend. You may come to see this other person as a human and value their insights, their words, enjoy their trust and all the things a real friend has to offer.
But we both. heck, we all know, deep down inside, that that's not going to happen. Because part of the job of being a friend is listening. And here in the Friend Zone, you'll have to listen to her problems. And her problems will, for some reason, always stem from the abuse she's taking from the guy currently in the Boyfriend Zone. You, of course, can try to be a good friend, a good listener and help her out. Feel free to do so. If you enjoy sleepless nights spent alone while alternating between abject depression, feelings of worthlessness and monstrous fits of jealous rage, run yourself out. Who are we to judge?
Option Two GoldCard, of course, is to walk across the Friend Zone, open up the door and, simply, leave. This would be the smart thing to do, but again, we don't want to pressure you. Sure, it might seem petty to just walk away. Maybe the object of your affection will be mystified, possibly a little hurt. But let us point out that your primary purpose in life shouldn't be to provide emotional support and affection for someone who has no intentions of climbing into the sack with you. Ever. And while we would never suggest you say something like "Fuck this, I have enough friends" … actually, we would suggest that, not because we value honesty above all, but we like seeing the look on people's faces when they hear that. Also, we understand how hard it will be for you to walk through that door, which entails a complete halt to emails, phone calls, IM, text messaging and all the other things you might use to keep false hope, your biggest enemy in the dating game, alive.
And there you have it. Again, welcome to the Friend Zone where you can stay as long as you like. Or leave. Those are your only choices. No matter what anyone says, you cannot leave the Friend Zone the way you came in. There is no door that leads from here to Girlfriend or Boyfriend Zone. You may notice the door, behind the bar, that leads to Drunk One-Night Hook-up that instills in You So Much Hope that You Can't Help but Want to Kill Yourself When You Realize That She's Shoved You Right Back into the Friend Zone (and She's Highly embarrassed). We don't need to tell you to avoid that. Do we?
So stay. Or go. Your choice.
at Monday, July 09, 2007 1 comments
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The Chase
I have this friend. It's always the same thing. Meets someone, gets interested. The intended victim returns the interest and the friend, suddenly, isn't so interested. The intended victim, an apparently rational person, decides to shove off, to spend time on more worthwile pursuits, like fighting crime or underwater basket weaving. But two days after the victim has wandered off to more fertile soil, my friend, lo and behold, is suddenly interested again. So the emails, phone calls, text messages, IMs, smoke signals and billboards on the BQE start up again. The victim, letting logic fail, truly becomes a victim and comes running back to my friend. My friend, of course, quickly loses interest.
Rinse. Lather. Repeat.
It seems a gender neutral phenomenon. And it often boils down to the simple explanation of wanting what we can't have and not wanting what we can.
Sure, there might be minor motivational differences. A guy might keep changing his mind, thinking he might, after all, like to tap that ass. And a girl might suffer from the Frog Prince mentality: give him one more chance and/or a kiss (or more) and he'll magically transform into something she'll REALLY TRULY be attracted to.
But most of it boils down to pure ego. "She ain't getting over me that easily." Or, "He's totally not going to get THAT infatuated with someone else THAT fast."
i bet..
Of course, there is the third thing, much more common among women. What I refer to is the woman who gets addicted to the attention of a paramour. And even though such a woman can barely stand to be seen in public with him, even feels a little skeevy when he comes around, she can stand less the idea of losing that attention, and even less than that, seeing the attention that is rightfully hers being squandered on someone else.
And I think, too, that women have an extra special Spidey sense about these things. I can tell you the times that I've been afflicted with infatuation, have finally decided to be done with it, have made real and true progress in putting my crush out of mind, when, lo!, the phone fucking rings.
Women. One question for you: How do you KNOW?!?
Of course, this is all part of the chase. And the types of people are simply those who are addicted to the chase. We all know people who are. I guess at one time or another in anyone's life, we've all been more interested in the pursuit rather than the pursued. It's like playing TAG. You're just running around the playground trying to catch something, not really caring what it is.
Some people are like dogs chasing a car. Some instinct takes over and they tear ass down the road , braying at the top of their lungs, having the time of their lives, tongue lolling out to the side, slobbering all over the place. Yet they have no real idea what it is they're chasing, why they're chasing it and, ultimately, what the hell they'd do with this thing when they catch it. I think guys fall into that category more often. "Oh shit, she likes me now AND she slept with me. Now what?"
Other people are like cats. They start the chase, acquire the target quickly, then play with it for two hours. They might eat it or might not. Either way, they're going to have their fun and inflict a hell of a lot of damage in the process.
And there are those who have it allll figured out, the playground leaders, the people who will go on to be student body president or captain of the football team or something equally annoying. These are the types that tell you what the rules are, how you have to play the game. "Nah, man. You're doing it all wrong. Yeah, you have to chase some. But then you have to stop. You can't look too interested." Or, "You have to play hard to get. You can't just call HIM. Are you insane? He'll think you're easy, some kind of slut."
I'd call those people... well, married. Or perpetually single. or Whatever they are, they constantly give me chasing, gaming advice that I'm completely incapable of following.
Me? I'm like that little shit who always couldnt give too fucks in a huff if the game wasn't going my way. I'll start the chase at a good clip and, depending on my mood and time of year, run an all out sprint or might even settle into a steady pace. But sooner than later, I'll just get fed up, draw up short, stamp my feet and scream at the top of my lungs: "This game is stupid and i am going off first."
Everyone else on the playing field will stop. A frightened look will come over the chasees face and the other players will shake their heads, thinking, "Oh, no , he's not really going to do this. Again."
"This game is dumb," I'll scream again. ". I am off . And I know I'm not supposed to be so obvious, but I like you, like you. So there, I said it. You happy now? Oh, that's right. Get scared. You run home too! See if I care. I didn't like you anyway. And, for the record, I was going first.
I guess I'm just mature like that. And, yes, as a child I played the game of tags with car-chasing dogs and aloof mouse-torturing cats.
Either way, if you're out on the playground, enjoy the chase. chase the pack. chase the car, chase the mouse or chase whatever...
at Sunday, July 08, 2007 0 comments
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Need some Divine Intervention
Those Keretek smokin Indons are back at it again!!!Reports states there are more hot spots developing. FarkK Man!, can one imagine to train in these HAZE AGAIN like last year!!?? or like the year before last and...Plus some important races coming along... getting depressed thinking about it.
Perhaps I got to find a temporary shelter...... a GYM??
Sigh, that's my last resort.
Perhaps there is a conspiracy theory on The Evil Syndicates of Fitness Gyms in Asia ( TESFGA ) to hire some poor folks at Indo to do some slash and burn so everyone will start exercising indoors.
Yeah, Thats on a FAR SIDE..but for now,Pleaseeee the "Power Above", don't let this ruin my happyness.flood em hotspot!!
at Monday, July 02, 2007 0 comments
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What really sucks...
Leaving office at 8.00 pm taking 2 lifts down , walk to the lrt station , then railing 12 stops away , get down , walk to your car , hands reaching into the pocket
and asking yourself "Wheres the car key?" @ 9.00 pm
THEN walk back up, get into the train rail back 12 stops , walk back , take 2 lifts up.Open the door with the access card (walk calmly) grab the car key.
THEN take 2 lifts down , walk to the lrt station , then rail back to 12 stops away , get down , walk to your car and finally open the car door @ 10.00 pm
i dont know what to say....
at Monday, May 14, 2007 1 comments
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