Somebody is searching “dody sex girls photo” on MSN.

An explanation:

15 minutes of firecrackers in the sky moment can do wonders to your well being.

”where do you live?”

“a couple of blocks away”

“ah, so you are those Loop guy”

“nope, I am a Gold Coaster”

“It's all the same”

“Nah, we have the beach, they got the train”

I'm saying goodbye to my friends for this August because the demand for my time just skyrockets. See yah, I got a couple of whales to fish.

Things to complete in August:

- Master .Net framework 2.0 and C#
- Master Ruby
- Master Php 5.0
- Polish POSEX.
- Complete design concept for a new product.
- Write plans for 2 more start up countries.


- Run 20 miles on a Saturday.

Goodbye cruel world.

John Kerry couldn't deliver the speech of his lifetime. What a bore. I like one his line though

It's mid summer and time is ripe for doing something rockin' that *will* make a difference.

A friend was taken to a swanky club in Chicago where people spend hundreds if not thousands of dollars on liquors and stuff like that. He came back impressed.

I told him “dude, if you can't get a girl with a six pack, a 600 dollars champagne will not help”.

That's the theme of Edward's speech. He's good, that's why he got the bick bucks.

“Hope is on the way”

“tomorrow will be better than today”

"She thinks she's alone," says Edwards. "But tonight in this hall and in your homes, you know what? She's got a lot of friends."

The key in everybody's mind is whether Kerry can measure up in delivering his speech tomorrow.

From the book “waiting for an angel” (well recommended;african tales)

'Ode'

A peer of goddesses she seems to me
The lay who sits over against me
Face to face,
Listening to the sweet tones of my voice,
And the loveliness of my laughing.
It is this that sets my heart fluterring
In my chest,
For if I gaze on you but for a little while,
I am no longer master of my own voice,
And my tounge lies usless
And a delicate flame runs over my skin
No more do I see with my eyes;
The sweat pours down on me
I am all seized with trembling
And I grow paler than the grass
My strength fails me
And I seem little short of dying