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Just so you know, this wasn't written by me. It was a post from someone in my guild (from a forwarded email), I just thought it was awesome. xd
Remnent You should read this, it's a forwarded e-mail i got from a friend, seriously take time to read this, it's funny^^ well... I thought it was funny *The following is supposedly an actual question given on a university chemistry exam. The answer by one student was so profound that the professor shared it with colleagues, via the Internet, which is, of course, why we now have the pleasure of enjoying it as well. Bonus Question: Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or endothermic (absorbs heat)? Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle's Law (gas cools when it expands and heats when it is compressed) or some variant. One student, however, wrote the following: First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in time. So we need to know the rate at which souls are moving into Hell and the rate at which they are leaving. I think that we can safely assume that once a soul gets to Hell, it will not leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving. As for how many souls are entering Hell, let's look at the different religions that exist in the world today. Most of these religions state that if you are not a member of their religion, you will go to Hell. Since there is more than one of these religions and since people do not belong to more than one religion, we can project that all souls go to Hell. With birth and death rates as they are, we can expect the number of souls in Hell to increase exponentially. Now, we look at the rate of change of the volume in Hell because Boyle's Law states that in order for the temperature and pressure in Hell to stay the same, the volume of Hell has to expand proportionately as souls are added. This gives two possibilities: 1. If Hell is expanding at a slower rate than the rate at which souls enter Hell, then the temperature and pressure in Hell will increase until all Hell breaks loose. 2. If Hell is expanding at a rate faster than the increase of souls in Hell,then the temperature and pressure will drop until Hell freezes over. So which is it? If we accept the postulate given to me by Teresa during my Freshman year that, "it will be a cold day in Hell before I sleep with you", and take into account the fact that I slept with her last night, then number 2 must be true, and thus I am sure that Hell is exothermic and has already frozen over. The corollary of this theory is that since Hell has frozen over, it follows that it is not accepting any more souls and is therefore, extinct...leaving only Heaven thereby proving the existence of a divine being which explains why, last night, Teresa kept shouting, "Oh my God." THIS STUDENT RECEIVED THE ONLY "A"* * * *
 SunsetFlare · Thu Mar 16, 2006 @ 05:20am · 3 Comments |
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Not quite a story but... [Secondary title: -Damn Kids-] |
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Taken from my MySpace blog. I'd like to point out that I AM NOT one of those shitty little noobettes that hang around and are "cool" camwhores. I barely ever update it, the only time I do is when people actually comment on it which is pretty rare.
Anyways, this is a little rant I wrote out a few days ago concerning the event of my friend's younger sister's party.
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18/12/05
Stupid holidays have COMPLETELY stuffed up my normal sleeping hours - I slept at 4am again last night.
[WARNING - THIS ENTRY INVOLVES SOME LONGER THAN USUAL READING]
Anyways, Quyen makes a valid point *ahem* :
(Sidenote: Quyen is one of my awesome school friends, on Gaia she's known as quinny-kin. Anyway, her original comment in one of my previous entries was:
"*lies dormant* *twitch twitch* damnin' kids, dun preciat' notin' -.- u had ur entertainment lyn...watching kids go crazy... *cries into pillow* the HORROR!! *sob sob*" wink
Last week (or 2 weeks ago? I forget, the days just become moulded together after a while...) Quyen invited me and Christina over to her house to help out with her little sister's birthday party. Easy enough, right? Oh dear god I was totally unprepared...
Well, it started off easy enough - I went to school first to drop off my books to sell and met up with Quyen there. Saw Andy and Peter too, they were selling some stuff but anyways moving on, after about an hour or so we both walked to her house to start setting stuff up - this was at 10:30/11-ish so I was still a bit cranky about being outta bed >.> but to make up for it Quyen made me food >^w^<
We amazingly spent a lot of time setting up, most of it was spent on cooking food. We started taking out candy (or lollies, whatever) and put them into bowls an' stuff and I swear for the rest of the day I was hooked on marshmallows, it was probably one of the few things that kept me alive for the rest of the day. Christina arrived at about 2:30-ish to help out some, then Quyens sister came home 'bout an hour later. We started watching Alladin while we were doing some stuff, to help pass the time? I dunno, I hadn't watched it for a while but it was awesome anyways. I'm amazed by how I could remember all the lyrics to the songs in that but moving on~
4pm - kids start to arrive.
There were one or two at first. That was all good and fine - they were kinda cute still, only 8 years old really. I was already quite aware of the whole shitass-brats age but then at this stage I thought "maybe they're one of the odd few that are nice and quiet." And OH how that idea was flushed into nothingness!
When about 5 kids had arrived they started playing around with the single balloon that was left on the floor, playing being an understatement: I swear to god these kids were ******** crazy, they were beating the shits through each other like no tomorrow for a ******** balloon.
By about 5 I think all but one or two had arrived (there were nine guests invited in total). Quyen put on the mix-CD she made for the party with all the TB-songs on it (ie. Hilary Duff, Aqua...). The three of us just kinda stood in a corner and watched them to make sure they weren't breaking any s**t. I think at this moment I understood the horrors that my sister went through looking after me and my friends at my birthday parties. After a while, we noticed 3 of the girls were dancing (by that I mean, shaking their a** and imaginary-cleavage) in front of the TV, facinated by their reflections. We started imagining their futures at high school, I believe the term ho-bag may have been used, as well as references to Vanessa.
5pm - game time.
Pass-the-parcel was probably the best, not for the kids but for us, it was the game the dragged out the most time. These kids were reasonably polite when they were playing though, like when some them opened it and didn't get a prize some of them would offer theirs. It was cute, but that image was destroyed later in the day.
Next up was musical cushions which Quyen suggested since we didn't have enough chairs and the ones she did have would probably kil them at the level of hyperness they were at. Good choice I'll admit =P Their "let's-push-and-shove-each-other-'til-we're-crippled" attitudes resumed.
More free-time of nothing, some kids ate a little, most of them just started running around again.
The last game we played was a Scavenger Hunt, I did most of the planning for this one. Pretty much, I wrote out clues and hit them around the house and in the front garden. Aside from helping Quyen with some stuff I spent most of the day writng out this stuff, so you can image how I was just that tiiiiiiiiiny bit pissed off when the kids came back under twenty minutes later, finished. I was pretty half-assed about it though, Quyen wrote out a couple of the clues and she was a LOT more descriptive that I wa but oh well, they're kids. For the entire day we were living by the fact that they didn't know any better (cheesy smile).
There was this one girl in particular that was giving us the shits - Kaitlyn; I think by then end of the day we wanted her dead. I'm gonne be blunt, she was a downright attention-whore. I mean, the whole dancing in front of the TV was her idea, oh and that whole "I'm-gonna-intentionally-expell-gases-from-my-mouth-but-oops-I-made-myself-sick-and-have-to-pretend-to-vomit-in-the-toilet" thing... And geez, she was wearing hipster jeans, hipsters ON AN 8-YEAR-OLD BRAT. I'm sorry but does anyone else see what's wrong with that? I do NOT want to look at anyone's a**-crack, let alone this little pre-pubescent shithead's.
My perk of the day: One of the girl's mothers ended up staying for most of the party (her kids had a food allergy so she had to looks out for what she ate and whatever). At one point she kept nagging her kid to play piano for everyone - in the end she got Quyen's sister to play since she'd already been learning for a few years. I have a new respect for her, she actually play pretty well. Man, the looks on Kaitlyn's face, if only I had a camera.... Her uber-pissy face actually made me feel better. Her parents better fix her or she's gonna have some serious Princess-Syndrome issues. [xD]
Last half hour of the day, the kids were eating and running around some more. Man, they were mental, we were amazed by how alive they still were. Christina went home a bit earlier than I did while some of the kids were still around. You can image our relief when they'd all left, the both of us pretty much died on her living room floor. I spent the last hour at her house listening to Michael Buble to help calm ourselves down. At this point I think we both wanted to cry.
Savages, they pretty much trashed her house. I hate kids, damn ungrateful bitches. Not even a thankyou.
SunsetFlare · Mon Dec 19, 2005 @ 04:27pm · 1 Comments |
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Well, been busy with exams. Still haven't gotten anything new for you guys either. Sorry! xp Gah, I'm such a lazy bum. Probably won't be online as often, got some Guild Wars to play [whee, finished 2 missions last night]. I'll see if I can dig something up sometime! heart
SunsetFlare · Fri Nov 18, 2005 @ 01:01am · 1 Comments |
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Man I really need to find some crap to put into here. Maybe I should take up creative writing as a hobby? Hahaha, ******** off biggrin Like that'll happen.
I've thought about writing a fanfic for a while, but then pretty much all I have is like... basic plots an' crap here and there, nothing indepth. Maybe work on it? I'll need a lot of time though.
EDIT: I'd also like to point out that I appreciate any comments that people make, critisism of the constructive kind (of course), suggestions, whatever. 3nodding
Well, it's 1:05am. I should head off to bed.
SunsetFlare · Wed Oct 05, 2005 @ 04:06pm · 4 Comments |
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"Noob: A Detailed Study" Informative Essay |
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I have my English SAC tomorrow (SAC = write and essay in class in test conditions)! This is what I plan to write back out from my draft. I'll edit some bits later if needed. I'm heading off to bed now, it's 1:35am stressed
EDIT: 5/10/2005
Just got my SAC back today.
My Mark: 19/20
Letter Grade: A+
t3h s**t.
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"Noob: A Detailed Study"
The internet is constantly improving in our modern society, not only is it an immense source of information, but it also offers various communities for people to meet and discuss common interests. However, in the world of internet forums and online gaming, there is a hatred shared by all communities. The hatred for the beings that lurk and infest our metaphorical online sewers; this common hatred is for the lowly "Noob"?.
Firstly, what is a Noob? A noob (also written as n00b) is a person who usually claims to know more about a certain subject than they actually do; they generally have an arrogant attitude, and are fairly stubborn when their point is being argued by another person. They have also been found to constantly flaunt their false "ub3rl33t skillz"? (refer. Language of Noobs) and usually feel no other reason to communicate with people other than to boost their own ego and promote themselves. The term noob is commonly used as an insult towards a person, referring to them as unskilled or untalented.
The word "noob"? is sometimes confused with a similar term: newb, both are pronounced the same way but with many differences in their meanings. In comparison to a noob, the newb is a person who may be new to a certain area and is still learning how to use certain functions and perform specific tasks. This meaning contrasts with a noob who, due to their arrogant behaviour, do not improve their knowledge in any way as they believe they have a firm understanding of "everything"?.
A quote from an internet forum, GaiaOnline.com, states that: "A newb is generally still in a likeable state: if they don't know something they'll politely ask a question, and be answered.
A n00b, however, is so deep in their own hole of a world that no one can save them. They don't need to ask questions, after all, they know everything. At least the newb still stands a chance."?
There are variants, that is, sub-species of what is termed the noob.
Within the family of noobs, there are three major sub-species that exist: they include the Troll, the Beggar, and finally the TB.
The first group is the Troll. Originating on internet community forums, the troll is a user who deliberately achieves a false level of low intelligence in order to frequently annoy others; this is done by using illogical insults composed in a single line (ie. "One-liners"?), or by constantly repeating a question that may have already been. answered by a user.
A variant of the Troll is the Spammer, or Spammer-bot. The Spammer's intention is sometimes unknown; they are usually assumed to be either completely ignorant, or, like the Troll, purposely aggravate other users in order to observe their reactions. Also found on message boards, the Spammer will constantly "spam"? a topic thread by either two methods. The first being the subtle spammer, where the person will constantly post a comment that does not contribute to the discussion. The second is a more blatant spammer, where the person will constantly post single-word comments such as "SPAM SPAM SPAM SPAM"?. The spammer may also commit various counts of emoti-buse; that is, using as many emoticons in a single post as possible.
The next subspecies is the Beggar. Found in most online games (examples include "World of Warcraft"?, "Gunbound"? and "Ragnorok?), the Beggar is a person who will constantly ask for money rather than earn it themselves. Most online games use their currency in order to upgrade items, such as armour in battle-type games. Money is quite easy to come by in most games, so Beggars are assumed to be extremely lazy and are usually ignored.
The final group is the TB, or teeny-bopper. The TB is found in both internet forums and online games; they are usually assumed to aged from twelve to fourteen and have the personality of a stereotypical American high-school cheerleader. TBs aggravate users by expressing their absolute love of everything, especially things that they themselves do not fully understand, and attempt to rationalize their beliefs with false logic.
A variant of the TB is the emo, who is the complete opposite of the TB. Also referred to as an "attention-whore"?, the emo continually professes their apparent mental suffering and "depression"?, and absolute loathe of everything. Although the emo is a variant or the TB, they will constantly have inter-specie conflict.
Noobs are not well versed in conversation. Their style of language usually consists solely of numbers and abbreviations.
The most obvious language used is that of 1337 (pronounced LEET) which is the style of writing where letters are replaced by numbers and symbols. Leet is believed to have originated from computer hackers while discussing hacking jobs in chat rooms. Such discussions were brought to the attention of system moderators, and words such as "hack"? were filtered out, therefore making discussion difficult. This prompted hackers to substitute letters for words, and thereby avoid the word filter. Due to the many variations of letters, it was almost impossible for all words to be filtered. An example is the letter "A", which can either be written as /-, @ or 4.
A quote from a website, umanwizard.com, states that: "The most basic idea of 1337 is that people are cool if they use garbled, unintelligible language online as much as possible. They may think, in their delusional minds, that they are "k00l," but the rest of us know that they are wrong."
This form is often used by the Beggar and the Troll.
The second style of language used is the abbreviation of short words and the constant alteration between small and capital letters. For example, if someone were to say "Where are you going tomorrow?"? the question would be written as "wh3r u go1n 2m0ro?"? or "wHerE yA gOiNg tOmOrrOwzz?"? Note the bad grammar used, as well as the terrible spelling in conjunction with mild leet. This form or speech is mainly used by the TB and basic noobs.
To regular internet users, the noob is a common household pest, who must be eradicated as soon as possible. For the above named reasons, it is evident that the noob, fraught in its own ignorance, has no hope of reinstating itself as an acceptable member of the online community. Online users, beware.
Copyright Ling Taing.
SunsetFlare · Wed Sep 14, 2005 @ 04:36pm · 0 Comments |
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Geebus man, I'm gettin' behind on this thing ninja
English isn't fun any more and I usually don't write stories in my free time, which is probably why I haven't put anything here for a while.
I'll try to find something of mine to put in here, but it might be one of my half-assed stories that I didn't really like either. Sorry! sweatdrop
SunsetFlare · Sun Sep 04, 2005 @ 02:11am · 1 Comments |
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"The Raven" - Edgar Allan Poe [+] an entry |
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It's been about 2 months since I was last alive on Gaia and I haven't written anything for a while, but why not just put something in here anyway?
One of my friends told me I was quite morbid - the comment sparked from a discussion about careers and stuff, not ones that we'd probably choose to do, just interesting ones.
He talked about how great it would be to be a surgeon, 'coz you'd get to see different patients and cases a lot of the time, and learn how to deal with new things in the process; this lead on to the rest of us saying how hard it would be, how if you failed someone could die, and how much pressure you were under a lot of the time.
I started saying I'd prefer being a coroner: finding out people die, at what time and so forth. I think I creeped out one of my friends a bit (I think what she said was along the lines of "Eeewww..." wink but that was still mildly amusing. xd I just find death interesting.
Anyways, here's probably my favourite poem, "The Raven" by Edgar Allan Poe (careful, it's long!)
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Once upon a midnight dreary,
while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume
of forgotten lore--
While I nodded, nearly napping,
suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping
at my chamber door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered,
"tapping at my chamber door--
Only this and nothing more."
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the
bleak December;
And each separate dying ember wrought
its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; --vainly I
had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow--
sorrow for the lost Lenore--
For the rare and radiant maiden whom
the angels name Lenore--
Nameless here for evermore.
And the silken, sad, uncertain rustling
of each purple curtain
Thrilled me--filled me with fantastic
terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my
heart, I stood repeating
"'Tis some visitor entreating entrance
at my chamber door--
Some late visitor entreating entrance
at my chamber door; --
This it is and nothing more."
Presently my soul grew stronger;
hesitating then no longer,
"Sir," said I, "or Madam, truly your
forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so
gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping,
tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you" --
here I opened wide the door; --
Darkness there and nothing more.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I
stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal
ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the
stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the
whispered word "Lenore!"
This I whispered, and an echo murmured
back the word "Lenore!"
Merely this and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my
soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat
louder than before.
"Surely," said I, "surely that is
something at my window lattice
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and
this mystery explore--
Let my heart be still a moment and this
mystery explore; --
"'Tis the wind and nothing more!"
Open here I flung the shutter, When,
with many a flirt and flutter
In there stepped a stately Raven of the
Saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a
minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mein of lord or lady, perched
above my chamber door--
Perched upon my bust of Pallas just
above my chamber door--
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad
fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the
countenance it wore,
"Though thy crest be shorn and shaven,
thou," I said, "art sure no craven,
Ghastly grim and ancient Raven
wandering from the Nightly shore--
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the
Night's Plutonian shore!"
Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore."
Much I marveled this ungainly fowl to
hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning--
little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no
living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird
above his chamber door--
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust
above his chamber door,
With such name as "Nevermore."
But the Raven, sitting lonely on the
placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that
one word he did outpour.
Nothing farther then he uttered--not a
feather then he fluttered--
Till I scarcely more than muttered
"Other friends have flown before--
On the morrow he will leave me, as my
hopes have flown before."
Then the bird said "Nevermore."
Startled at the stillness broken by
reply so aptly spoken,
"Doubtless," said I, "what it utters is
its only stock and store
Caught from some unhappy master whom
unmerciful Disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till
his songs one burden bore--
Till the dirges of his Hope that
melancholy burden bore
Of 'Never--nevermore.'"
But the Raven still beguiling all my
sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in
front of bird, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook
myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this
ominous bird of yore--
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly,
gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
meant in croaking "Nevermore."
This I sat engaged in guessing, but no
syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned
into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my
head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the
lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the
lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!
Then, methought, the air grew denser,
perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls
tinkled on the tufted floor.
"Wretch," I cried, "Thy God hath lent
thee--by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite--respite and nepenthe from thy
memories of Lenore,
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and
forget this lost Lenore!"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil!
prophet still, if bird or devil!--
Whether Tempest sent, or whether
tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this
desert land enchanted--
On this home by Horror haunted--tell me
truly, I implore--
Is there-- is there balm in Gilead?--
tell me-- tell me, I implore!"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."
"Prophet!" said I, "thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil!
By that Heaven that bends above us - by that God
we both adore --
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore --
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels
name Lenore."
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."
"Be that word our sign of parting, bird
or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting--
"Get thee back into the tempest and the
Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that
lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! --quit the
bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart,and
Take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."
And the Raven, never flitting, still is
sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above
my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a
demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o'er him streaming
throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that
lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted--nevermore!
[First Published: New York Evening Mirror, January 29, 1845]
SunsetFlare · Sat Aug 13, 2005 @ 05:19am · 0 Comments |
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So Much To tell You - A poem |
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Again, another English task. Written when I was in year 9 based on the text "So Much To Tell You" by John Marsden.
The task question: "Write a poem using the beginning sentence suggested in 'So Much to Tell You' (which was In the Silence of the night...)"
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In the silence of the night
I slept
As I flew into the land of dreams
The shadows moved near
Their arms wrapped around me
Taking me in
In the silence of the night
I dreamt
Of a place unknown to me
Surrounding me with voices
Coming from within
Drifting far off into a void
In the darkness of my dreams
I walked
Deeper into my world of confusion
Filled with memories
Of broken hearts and dreams
Shattering into oblivion
In the glow of the morn
I woke
As I opened my eyes
I saw many happy faces
Welcoming me into the world
In my mind.
SunsetFlare · Fri May 13, 2005 @ 04:14pm · 4 Comments |
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12:05am
I've spent the last 2 hours or so cleaning out some of the desks in my study - I'm moving in my bed! I don't have to share a room anymore whee
Dammit I'm tired - I found some old assignments of mines, back in the old days of year 7 and 4th grade xd
I think I'll head off soon, g'nite 3nodding
SunsetFlare · Fri May 06, 2005 @ 03:02pm · 0 Comments |
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