posted November 12, 2004 03:19 AM              

Tu es merde. Pourquoi est-ce que tu m'aimes?

You know, spending time tracing things means that you are trying to prove yourself wrong. Am I, or am I not?

If you spent that amount of time looking for your own brain cells, you might find something interesting, but unfortunately, you only go to the toilet once a day.

Lay but yee ngor dook liu mong ha gee gay gor meen la.

In case you are not fluent in Mandarin, I have considered that handicap and given this phrase to you in Cantonese. It is a famous idiom, aimed usually at people immediately after they had made a hypocritical statement. I think you need a translation despite the fact that one of your buddies used to be a waitress in a Chinese restaurant:

Here goes:

Why don't you pee a puddle and stare at it so you can see your own reflection?

Jue de hao xiao ma?

Test: was the above statement Mandarin or Cantonese? And if it was one of the above, who cares?

posted November 12, 2004 03:21 AM              

Nah... I'm just having a blast exposing you

It's really fun to smoosh the truth in people's faces

Besides, some people were interested in further confirmation.

I've just given it to them.

posted November 12, 2004 03:26 AM              

America? Your tracing capabilities are even sadder than I thought. I knew you couldn't find the washroom, but did you forget you're on the Internet?

posted November 12, 2004 03:32 AM              

quote:

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Why don't you pee a puddle and stare at it so you can see your own reflection?

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How about you take a good look at your reflection in the puddle I just made, laughing my ass off at you?

posted November 12, 2004 03:37 AM              

Thought you knew how to speak Chinese. Even your English is bad. Not even one word from you. You can't even lie well, even if you are frustrated.

posted November 12, 2004 03:38 AM              

Aren't you the one who had a sign saying, $2 on MLK?

posted November 12, 2004 03:39 AM              

No honey, I don't often go into Portland. I keep to Vancouver

posted November 12, 2004 03:42 AM              

There once was a girl named Libra
Who's C cup was the one and only bra
She stuck up her tail
Couldn't read mail
Wouldn't even charge extra

I'm so bored with the both of you and your low intellectual ability that I have to write a limerick to have mercy on those readers at Lindaland.

posted November 12, 2004 03:43 AM              

"Frustrated"? LMAO

Try "amused".

Sorry we cant all be Emily Dickinsons like yourself.

posted November 12, 2004 03:45 AM              

Oh sh!t!! LS!!!!!

posted November 12, 2004 03:58 AM              

Nighty night.....I was just saying how I was bored off this little thing now too. Thanks for the laughs and all the string jumping!

(are you "bored" now because you noticed Randall came on board??? *smirks*)

posted November 16, 2004 05:38 PM              

Taking a step further Life = Christ and he said it well when he said "Call no one your teacher, for you all have only one."

How true are his words. Well its not necessary for you to feel the same

"Variety is the spice of Life" -- ??

PEACE to ALL.

posted November 16, 2004 06:42 PM              

"Who is the teacher, who is the student?"

We are each both. Life is a never ending learning process. And I will never call anyone else my Master. I'm done here. It's the same thing over and over again.