Lyrics by J.R.R. Tolkien, music by Howard Shore, translated into Quenya by David Salo. It is this famous High Elven song of Elbereth Gilthoniel that Frodo and Sam hear the Wood Elves sing as they are on their way to the Grey Havens, singing words to the Lady of Hope for comfort in this hour of their leaving Middle-Earth forever.
A Bereth thar Ennui
Aeair!
A Galad ven i reniar
hí 'aladhremmin
ennorath.
A Elbereth Gilthoniel
i chin a thûl lîn i gelair...
'O Queen beyond the Western Seas!
O light to us that wander
here amid the world of woven-trees.
O Gilthoniel!
O Elbereth!
the eyes and breath your which are brilliant...'
Thursday, December 13, 2007
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Some Rubbish
There are so many websites that can let u watch streaming movies , variety shows etc etc
These are the few which i recommend.
And NO they are not Porn sites. No Worries.
These are the few which i recommend.
And NO they are not Porn sites. No Worries.
Those below are more like blogs , which has links to movies , shows etc. (Mostly Chinese)
The one which i use all the time is PPFILM . Click here
Those using bit torrents you can try this Click here
Those people looking for thai songs please click here
Those people wanna play some online "Lame" computer games Click here
Those people who dun have a alarm clock Click here
Will update when i find more .
Ray
Crow and Kitten are Friends
Few days back , i got home , my sis was like kor , u gotta see this. The bird and the cat are very cute. Yes indeed. It's nice to know there are some of the "By Left Rule" in the animal kingdom food chain .
Remember , even your worse enemy can be your best friend.
Ray
Saturday, December 8, 2007
Jokes for the season
Signs You've Had Too Much alcohol.
1. You strike a match and light your nose.
2. You take off your shoes and wade in the potato salad.
3. You hear a duck quacking and it's you.
4. You tell your best joke to the rubber plant.
5. You refill your glass from the fish bowl.
6. You hear someone say, "Call a priest!"
7. You start kissing the portraits on the wall.
8. You complain about the small bathroom after emerging from the closet.
9. You ask for another ice cube and put it in your pocket.
10. You tell everyone you have to go home... and the party's at your place.
11. You have to hold on to the floor to keep from sliding off.
12. You pick up a roll, and butter your watch.
13. You yawn at the ugliest person in the room... and realize you're in front of the hall mirror.
14. You take out your handkerchief and blow your ear.
15. You suggest everyone stand up and sing the national anthem.
What Barbie wants for XMAS - stocking fillers!
Barbie c/o Mattel,
Inc. El Segundo,
CA 90245
To:Santa Claus
The North Pole,
Somewhere
December 22, 2007
Dear Mr Santa Claus:
Listen you ugly little troll, I've been helping you out every year, playing at being the perfect Christmas Present, wearing skimpy bathing suits in frigid weather, and drowning in fake tea from one too many tea parties, and I hate to break it to ya Santa, but IT'S DEFINITELY PAYBACK TIME! There had better be some changes around here this Christmas, or I'm going to call for a nationwide meltdown (and trust me, you won't want to be around to smell it).
So, here's my holiday wish list for 2007: Santa:
1. A nice, comfy pair of sweat pants and a frumpy, oversized sweatshirt. I'm sick of looking like a hooker. How much smaller are these bathing suits gonna get? Do you have any idea what it feels like to have nylon and velcro crawling up your butt?
2. Real underwear that can be pulled on and off. Preferably white. What bonehead at Mattel decided to cheap out and MOLD imitation underwear to my skin?!? It looks like cellulite!
3. A REAL man...maybe GI Joe. Hell, I'd take Tickle-Me Elmo over that wimped-out excuse for a boytoy Ken. And what's with that earring anyway? If I'm gonna have to suffer with him, at least make him (and me) anatomically correct.
4. Arms that actually bend so I can push the aforementioned Ken-wimp away once he is anatomically correct.
5. Breast reduction surgery. I don't care whose arm you have to twist, get it done.
6. A jogbra. To wear until I get the surgery.
7. A new career. Pet doctor and school teacher just don't cut it. How about a systems analyst? Or better yet, a public relations senior account exec!
8. A new, more 90s persona. Maybe "PMS Barbie", complete with a miniature container of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream and a bag of chips; "Animal Rights Barbie", with my very own paint gun, outfitted with a fake fur coat, bottle of spray on blood and handcuffs; or "Stop Smoking Barbie," sporting a removable Nicotrol patch and equipped with several packs of gum. 9. No more McDonald's endorsements. The grease is wrecking my vinyl.
10. Mattel stock options. It's been 37 years--I think I deserve it.
Ok, Santa, that's it. Considering my valuable contribution to society, I don't think these requests are out of line. If you disagree, then you can find yourself a new bitch for next Christmas. It's that simple.
Yours truly with love and affection,
Barbie
What I want for Christmas
It was coming up to Christmas and Sammy asked his mum if he could have a new bike. So, she told him that the best idea would be to write to Santa Claus. But Sam, having just played a vital role in the school nativity play, said he would prefer to write to the baby Jesus. So his mum told him that would be fine.Sam went to his room and wrote ' Dear Jesus, I have been a very good boy and would like to have a bike for Christmas.' But he wasn't very happy when he read it over. So he decided to try again and this time he wrote 'Dear Jesus, I'm a good boy most of the time and would like a bike for Christmas.' He read it back and wasn't happy with that one either. He tried a third version. 'Dear Jesus, I could be a good boy if I tried hard and especially if I had a new bike.' He read that one too, but he still wasn't satisfied. So, he decided to go out for a walk while he thought about a better approach. After a short time he passed a house with a small statue of the Virgin Mary in the front garden. He crept in, stuffed the statue under his coat, hurried home and hid it under the bed. Then he wrote this letter. 'Dear Jesus, If you want to see your mother again, you'd better send me a new bike.'
Santa Claus Is A Woman!!!!
I know that Santa Claus is a woman.... I hate to be the one to defy sacred myth, but I believe he's a she. Think about it. Christmas is a big, organized, warm, fuzzy, nurturing social deal, and I have a tough time believing a guy could possibly pull it all off! For starters, the vast majority of men don't even think about selecting gifts until Christmas Eve. It's as if they are all frozen in some kind of Ebenezerian Time Warp until 3 p.m. on Dec. 24th, when they - with amazing calm - call other errant men and plan for a last-minute shopping spree. Once at the mall, they always seem surprised to find only Ronco products, socket wrench sets, and mood rings left on the shelves. (You might think this would send them into a fit of panic and guilt, but my husband tells me it's an enormous relief because it lessens the 11th hour decision-making burden.) On this count alone, I'm convinced Santa is a woman. Surely, if he were a man, everyone in the universe would wake up Christmas morning to find a rotating musical Chia Pet under the tree, still in the bag. Another problem for a he-Santa would be getting there. First of all, there would be no reindeer because they would all be dead, gutted and strapped on to the rear bumper of the sleigh amid wide-eyed, desperate claims that buck season had been extended. Blitzen's rack would already be on the way to the taxidermist. Even if the male Santa DID have reindeer, he'd still have transportation problems because he would inevitably get lost up there in the snow and clouds and then refuse to stop and ask for directions. Add to this the fact that there would be unavoidable delays in the chimney, where the Bob Vila-like Santa would stop to inspect and repoint bricks in the flue. He would also need to check for carbon monoxide fumes in every gas fireplace, and get under every Christmas tree that is crooked to straighten it to a perfectly upright 90-degree angle.
Other reasons why Santa can't possibly be a man:
- Men can't pack a bag.
- Men would rather be dead than caught wearing red velvet.
- Men would feel their masculinity is threatened...having to be seen with all those elves.
- Men don't answer their mail.
- Men would refuse to allow their physique to be described even in jest as anything remotely resembling a "bowlful of jelly."
- Men aren't interested in stockings unless somebody's wearing them.
- Having to do the Ho Ho Ho thing would seriously inhibit their ability to pick up women.
- Finally, being responsible for Christmas would require a commitment. I can buy the fact that other mythical holiday characters are men.........
- Father Time shows up once a year unshaven and looking ominous. Definite guy.
- Cupid flies around carrying weapons.
- Uncle Sam is a politician who likes to point fingers. Any one of these individuals could pass the testosterone screening test. But not St. Nick. Not a chance. As long as we have each other, good will, peace on earth, faith and Nat King Cole's version of "The Christmas Song," it probably makes little difference what gender Santa is.
I just wish she'd quit dressing like a guy!!!
All those you just read above are from this Site , You may wish to check the rest out on your own.
Ray
Email From Santa
2 Darn Cold Street
The North Pole,
H0H 0H0H
I have been watching you very closely to see if you have been good during the year, and since you have, I will be telling my elves to make some goodies for me to leave under your tree at Christmas. I was going to bring you all the gifts from "The Twelve Days of Christmas", but we had a little problem up here. The twelve fiddlers fiddling, have all come down with "VD" from fiddling with the ten ladies dancing. The eleven lords a leaping have knocked up the eight maids a milking, and the nine pipers playing, have been arrested for doing weird things to the seven swans a swimming. The six geese a laying, four calling birds, three French hens, two turtle doves, and a partridge in a pear tree, have me up to my butt in bird crap. On top of all this, Mrs. Claus is going through menopause, eight of my reindeer are in heat, the elves have joined Gay Liberation, and those dumb ass Newfoundlanders have re-scheduled Christmas for the 5th of February.
Sincerely, Santa
The North Pole,
H0H 0H0H
I have been watching you very closely to see if you have been good during the year, and since you have, I will be telling my elves to make some goodies for me to leave under your tree at Christmas. I was going to bring you all the gifts from "The Twelve Days of Christmas", but we had a little problem up here. The twelve fiddlers fiddling, have all come down with "VD" from fiddling with the ten ladies dancing. The eleven lords a leaping have knocked up the eight maids a milking, and the nine pipers playing, have been arrested for doing weird things to the seven swans a swimming. The six geese a laying, four calling birds, three French hens, two turtle doves, and a partridge in a pear tree, have me up to my butt in bird crap. On top of all this, Mrs. Claus is going through menopause, eight of my reindeer are in heat, the elves have joined Gay Liberation, and those dumb ass Newfoundlanders have re-scheduled Christmas for the 5th of February.
Sincerely, Santa
Christmas ?
So excited , Christmas round the corner , The Orchard roads will be filled with bras and panties , erm i mean Deck the halls with bought of holly, Fa la la la la la, la la la la. Tis the season to by jolly, Fa la la la la la, la la la la.
Hey joshua if u happen to read this remember the classic 12 days of christmas ? LOL
Well we used to sing this song to irritate people . By the time we reached 10th day of christmas , people's face changed already haha.
Hmm my defination on Christmas is , A day when people wait 3 hrs just to get a cab, People screaming and shouting and dancing (Chaos) on the streets , Our Blangadash friends who loves to grab breast on this very season , a day to sell Light stick for 10 dollars each on the streets (Good Money), A day to get piss drunk and wake up the next day trying to figure out wad happened after 12 mn ar LOL , a day people go to expensive restaurent and pay Big bucks for a "Special Dinner".
Or issit something else ?
Maybe i really am getting old , Lol i personally feel that it's just like every normal day ,
What exactly is christmas ?
Why do we celebrate christmas ?
Santa's really gonna give me presents cos i was a good boy ?
Neh it's just a lame excuse to slaughter those Poor turkeys Lol.
Click me
Anyway i was thinking back on how i used to spent my christmas when i was young , I vividly remember this time when i was still in Primary school (St Hildas Primary)
I was participating in the Christmas celebration show in school , I was suppose to be one of the 3 kings , Namely Caspar, Melchior and Balthasar. According to an old legend based on a Bible story, these three kings saw, on the night when Christ was born, a bright star, followed it to Bethlehem and found there the Christchild and presented it with gold, frankincense and myrrh.
I can't remember i was which of the 3 wise man , but all i could remember very clearly was the song.
We Three Kings
Click below for the song . Every time i hear this song there is this unknown tinkling feeling in my bones , Guess deep down secretly , i Kinda like it haha.
We three kings of Orient are,
Bearing gifts we traverse afar,
Field and fountain, morr and mountain,
Following yonder Star.
Chorus
O, star of wonder, star of might,
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to the perfect light.
Born a babe on Bethlehem's plain;
Gold we bring to crown Him again;
King forever, ceasing never,
Over us all to reign.
Chorus
Frankincense to offer have I;
Incense owns a Deity nigh;Prayer and praising, all men raising,Worship Him, God on High. Chorus
Myrrh is mine; its bitter perfume
Breathes a life of gathering gloom;Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying,
Seal'd in the stone-cold tomb.
Chorus
Glorious now behold Him arise,King and God and sacrifice,Heaven sings, "Hallelujah!"Hallejujah!" Earth replies.
Chorus
Tat was when i was in primary school, Next christmas i remember most clearly was the time when i was still with Lynn (ex gf) , Not a very happy occasion though , not for the Stupid Bangladesh whom pressed her u know wad . We wanted to give chase , only problem is the whole street is jam packed and all the Ah nehs all look the same kaoz.
Advice to girls who wanna go to the streets on christmas , Wear a "Spiked Bra"
And bring along pepper spray.
Anyway after tat , most of my christmas were spent in clubs, pubs , Ya ya so called Count down parties. Always ending with some drunk guy in the pub starting to fight with another fellow and all.
Strange thing is people who goes to pubs and clubs need to be of certain age , But these group of people's action just do not justifiy their age if u get wad i mean.
Hope my this year's christmas would be a different one.
Anyone wanna invite me to his or her church ? LOL
To think i already have celebrated this day for like the past 25 years lol.
To end this off , watch the video below , and Wish every one an Advance Merry merry christmas and Happy New Year.
Ray
Ps: Dear Santa if u happens to read this , I have been a good boy for the past 1 year and I WANT A DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, ODG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG.
Hey joshua if u happen to read this remember the classic 12 days of christmas ? LOL
Well we used to sing this song to irritate people . By the time we reached 10th day of christmas , people's face changed already haha.
Hmm my defination on Christmas is , A day when people wait 3 hrs just to get a cab, People screaming and shouting and dancing (Chaos) on the streets , Our Blangadash friends who loves to grab breast on this very season , a day to sell Light stick for 10 dollars each on the streets (Good Money), A day to get piss drunk and wake up the next day trying to figure out wad happened after 12 mn ar LOL , a day people go to expensive restaurent and pay Big bucks for a "Special Dinner".
Or issit something else ?
Maybe i really am getting old , Lol i personally feel that it's just like every normal day ,
What exactly is christmas ?
Why do we celebrate christmas ?
Santa's really gonna give me presents cos i was a good boy ?
Neh it's just a lame excuse to slaughter those Poor turkeys Lol.
Click me
Anyway i was thinking back on how i used to spent my christmas when i was young , I vividly remember this time when i was still in Primary school (St Hildas Primary)
I was participating in the Christmas celebration show in school , I was suppose to be one of the 3 kings , Namely Caspar, Melchior and Balthasar. According to an old legend based on a Bible story, these three kings saw, on the night when Christ was born, a bright star, followed it to Bethlehem and found there the Christchild and presented it with gold, frankincense and myrrh.
I can't remember i was which of the 3 wise man , but all i could remember very clearly was the song.
We Three Kings
Click below for the song . Every time i hear this song there is this unknown tinkling feeling in my bones , Guess deep down secretly , i Kinda like it haha.
We three kings of Orient are,
Bearing gifts we traverse afar,
Field and fountain, morr and mountain,
Following yonder Star.
Chorus
O, star of wonder, star of might,
Star with royal beauty bright,
Westward leading, still proceeding,
Guide us to the perfect light.
Born a babe on Bethlehem's plain;
Gold we bring to crown Him again;
King forever, ceasing never,
Over us all to reign.
Chorus
Frankincense to offer have I;
Incense owns a Deity nigh;Prayer and praising, all men raising,Worship Him, God on High. Chorus
Myrrh is mine; its bitter perfume
Breathes a life of gathering gloom;Sorrowing, sighing, bleeding, dying,
Seal'd in the stone-cold tomb.
Chorus
Glorious now behold Him arise,King and God and sacrifice,Heaven sings, "Hallelujah!"Hallejujah!" Earth replies.
Chorus
Tat was when i was in primary school, Next christmas i remember most clearly was the time when i was still with Lynn (ex gf) , Not a very happy occasion though , not for the Stupid Bangladesh whom pressed her u know wad . We wanted to give chase , only problem is the whole street is jam packed and all the Ah nehs all look the same kaoz.
Advice to girls who wanna go to the streets on christmas , Wear a "Spiked Bra"
And bring along pepper spray.
Anyway after tat , most of my christmas were spent in clubs, pubs , Ya ya so called Count down parties. Always ending with some drunk guy in the pub starting to fight with another fellow and all.
Strange thing is people who goes to pubs and clubs need to be of certain age , But these group of people's action just do not justifiy their age if u get wad i mean.
Hope my this year's christmas would be a different one.
Anyone wanna invite me to his or her church ? LOL
To think i already have celebrated this day for like the past 25 years lol.
To end this off , watch the video below , and Wish every one an Advance Merry merry christmas and Happy New Year.
Ray
Ps: Dear Santa if u happens to read this , I have been a good boy for the past 1 year and I WANT A DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, ODG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG, DOG.
Friday, December 7, 2007
Being a Jerk ?
Yes , I finished my exam yesterday , Not so bad , still managed to pass (To pass 75% and above). But still got a few more papers coming my way.
Wad to do , life in singapore is all about being a POKEMON Trainer (Gotta Collect them All) if u know wad i mean.
But hopefully this path i choose is a right decision.
Anyway was talking to an old friend just now lol , only to find out Wad a jerk i was last time . Any it was all in the past . What is important is not the past , rather the future that awaits us.
Time heals everything , eventually things and people are forgiven , some are forgotten . People grow and mature eventually , but it's never a easy path.
Those parents who had a hard time trying to tell their children dun play with fire , it will never work unless they themself get hurt from it , Only then they will realise , Ok my daddy/mummy said dun play with fire . Haha.
Enuff said on this , People who are crazy over Oakley may wish to check out this web site.
http://my-oakley-collection.blogspot.com/
http://singaporevault.com/oakley/restricted-area/private-collection
Oh i was having this crazy plan with some of my friends , Something gotta do with Ebay.
We'll see if my crazy plan works , If it fails i will just write about it here and have a good laugh over it.
Ray
Wad to do , life in singapore is all about being a POKEMON Trainer (Gotta Collect them All) if u know wad i mean.
But hopefully this path i choose is a right decision.
Anyway was talking to an old friend just now lol , only to find out Wad a jerk i was last time . Any it was all in the past . What is important is not the past , rather the future that awaits us.
Time heals everything , eventually things and people are forgiven , some are forgotten . People grow and mature eventually , but it's never a easy path.
Those parents who had a hard time trying to tell their children dun play with fire , it will never work unless they themself get hurt from it , Only then they will realise , Ok my daddy/mummy said dun play with fire . Haha.
Enuff said on this , People who are crazy over Oakley may wish to check out this web site.
http://my-oakley-collection.blogspot.com/
http://singaporevault.com/oakley/restricted-area/private-collection
Oh i was having this crazy plan with some of my friends , Something gotta do with Ebay.
We'll see if my crazy plan works , If it fails i will just write about it here and have a good laugh over it.
Ray
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