I saw something that intrigued me. Apparently, they were playing some beauty pageant contest, for their pets. I saw the queen, it was a sow, and she had a tiara on top of her head where her ears fit snugly inside the tiara. She was hairy though, like a grey rabbit and her ears were hairy too, very much liked a rabbit, but shorter ears. All I could conclude was, it was a pig body with rabbit’s hair and ears which were shorter. I decided to snap a photo of it. But by the time I took out my camera, the tiara was taken away and placed on top of another pet. The owners were enthusiastically taking photos with their pets having the tiara. I gave up and entered my parents’ car.

My father had his car started and waiting for me. I was entering via the right passenger’s door, which was exactly behind the driver’s seat. I put my stuff at the back of the car behind the rear seats. It was cramped inside as there were 2 other adults in the car. Then my father started driving away. The car, it was a Toyota Avanza by the way, was struggling to move. The first gear dragged for a bit before my father shifted to the second gear. I thought I was seated inside a lorry or something with a diesel engine.

While we were travelling, the guy whom seated beside me, he started touching me, on my left hand. He rubbed a little bit and I thought it was because the place was cramped. Hence I did not bother about him. He stopped after that and I was relieved. But a moment later, he started caressing my left thigh. I was very annoyed this time and I shifted myself and faced him then I shouted at him, “Hoi! Gay ah??” and proceed to lean back at my seat and he withdrew his hand immediately. Oddly, at that very moment when I was shouting at the guy, it turns out that she was a girl, probably a primary six girl.

I was wondering to myself, how could she felt like a guy earlier? I did not exactly look at her face earlier, only from her right side. She did have a neck length hair, but she felt like a man to me earlier. She was upset from my shouting, her mother was comforting her. Fortunately, the mother did not curse me for shouting at her daughter. I also noticed that there was a younger sister which was seated on the left of the mother. The little girl was looking at her elder sister, upset. After a short while, the girl started sobbing. The mother tried her best to console her without resorting to personal attacks on me.

I could not take it any longer and I decided to take matter into hand. I apologized to her and took that pack of candies contained in a plastic bag, and put on her lap. Her mother asked me where did I got those candies and there was lots of it. I explained to her that I got them from the ruin and it cost me RM5. Finally, the little girl stopped crying and she started digging into the bag of candies.

After flipping for a while, I saw some fried pork lards in the bag. I was taking 1 up for myself and showed to her. I told her that the fried pork lard is nice then I popped it into my mouth. It was crunchy, but it was tasteless as well. Not even a slight hint of fragrance. On the other hand, she was enjoying herself with the fried pork lards. She was laughing as she chewing on it. Probably due to the crunchy sound that it made inside her mouth. I was relieved as she has finally stopped crying and laughing out now.

Then my father was answering a phone call. Then handset looked funny. It looked like fortune cookie. Then my father hung up as the call was disconnected as soon as he answered it. I saw the handset was coming out from the dashboard and my father had his mobile phone shoved into a slot on the centre console. I was thinking to myself that it was probably call forward from my resident phone to my father’s mobile phone.

Your CD of approximately 100 photos will be ready by this weekend but here are 5 of my Favorites...

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~King of The Ring~

Carl Howard has two decades of restaurant experience so he knew where to find Fazoli’s heart and soul.

Within days of arriving in Lexington as the "fast Italian" chain’s new CEO, Howard began reporting for work in the kitchens of local Fazoli’s restaurants.

"I really wanted to get in and get to know how things work," the 42-year-old Ohio native explained. "I’ve now worked every position in the kitchen and behind the counter" at Fazoli’s.

He’s also done a few more physical things like helping to unload delivery trucks.

Then there’s the paperwork. Howard helped the manager of one restaurant do the end-of-the-month reports that are sent to Fazoli’s headquarters. In that way, "I can see what the general manager has to go through."

Coming up: Howard has meetings with the owners of Fazoli’s franchise restaurants who may or may not be happy with the company’s policies and performance.

He once owned a restaurant franchise so "I can be very empathetic when it comes to franchises and franchisees."

Other local companies also put their new executives through the same sort of get-to-know-you process.

For some, the change can be dramatic.

Randall McGee became vice president of operations for Valvoline Instant Oil Change in April after 30 years with fast-food chains.

McGee got to go down in the grease pits to learn how to do oil changes on customers’ cars.

"We’re going to get you dirty," the Valvoline trainer told him, but the teacher might have underestimated his pupil in this case.

McGee is an amateur mechanic who loves working on cars.

His time in the pits was "a blast," he said later.

We were out to dinner at a little Italian restaurant down the street and I had ordered a pizza to share with her.  While she's sitting there in her high chair (she's two), she says to me (more or less) "sit with you, Daddy?"  Now, I'm more than happy to have my little one sit with me, but my wife and I use her requests as leverage to get what we want.

So, in response I said "when you're all done with your pizza, you may sit with me."  And she promptly put down her pizza and said "I'm all done."  I sort of rolled my eyes and corrected my statement.

"Finish your pizza and you may sit with me," I responded.

But that's when it struck me.  Even my two year old has the understanding and natural behavior to literally meet the metric I set forth and do absolutely no more.  Since I had requested she be "all done" to sit with me, she simply declared herself all done.

That's what we're doing when we give our employees metrics that they can declare met - they simply do so because it's in our nature to do no more.  It's also why my second metric was better than the first.  I could observe that her pizza was eaten (or not) and did not require that she provide the distinction between all done and not all done.

Both of my requests meant the same thing.  I wanted her to eat her pizza, but the choice of how I phrased it made all the difference.  The same deal goes for measurements inside companies - the choice of how you measure something could make a huge difference in whether you get what you asked for or get what you want. 

By the way, my little one did eat the rest of her pizza and claimed her reward - plus an ice cream on the way home.  I'm always pleased when my little one teaches me something new about the world.

But I've been just so darn busy!

I worked 25 hours last week, and 30 hours this week! Anyway, it's payday next friday, so it's all good.

Talking of work, I had a blast from the past yesterday Wednesday. A visit, from someone I haven't talked about often on this blog; mainly because it was so long ago.

That's right. Alex.

I was thinking about him the other day (Which is why it made me uneasy that he turned up) It's been almost two years since he left (July 26th, to be presact) And there was a good 7-month obsession I had going before his departure (It continued after this time too)

This puts a pretty finger right on the nose of my sexuality.

Roughly Two years and 7 months.

That's 31 months,

or roughly 132 weeks,

or 924 days,

or 22,176 hours,

or 1,330,560 minutes,

or 79,833,600 seconds,

And what have I got to show for it?

Unrequited love for countless guys, and, well, nothing.

It's about time I went and got me some cock.

Any takers?

Above: A kid complains about his first day back from Summer School.  If he was my kid, he wouldn't be the only one complaining!

As if having to pay to send a kid to school wasn't bad enough, someone decided to think up the genius idea of opening up classes during the 3 months of the year they should have off - summertime!

Oh great - so now, if my kid does bad in school during the regular year, I can send him back to the building to do just as bad during the summer?  Where do I sign the kid up???

I know what you're probably thinking: "A.P. Taylor, if you don't like having kids around, wouldn't having MORE school time year 'round allow you to get them away from you for longer periods of time?"

And you'd be correct - if it weren't for the little inconveniences that come along with sending a kid to summer school!

To start with, most areas don't have buses to pick up kids during the summer school period.  Consequently, I'd be the one having to drive my kid early in the morning to the building - that cuts into my sleep time, breakfast time, and "doing whatever the heck I'd feel like REALLY doing" time, and for what?  To take my kid to a classroom when he'd rather be playing outside anyway?!

Secondly, summer school classes are usually made up of a lot of busy work/bull-spit courses.  I'm not saying that my kid signing up for Home EC. class is a waste of time; I'm yelling it at the top of my lungs - SOME OF THOSE COURSES ARE WASTES OF TIME.  The time my daughter would be spending in an apron learning how to bake cakes is the same time she could be at the pool with friends, or better - spending time with ME learning how to make cakes so I could have some, too!

But the absolute worse part of summer school: HOMEWORK.  I already hate the idea of having to re-learn stuff I long forgot, or forcing a kid to do work I consider crap in the first place.  Adding the fact that it's summertime into the mix would only make having to force my kid to do the work even WORSE. 

I never understood why schools did that in the first place.  Why, for example, would an English teacher give kids a list of books to read during the summer?  The teachers knows that the kids barely read the material they were given when there wasn't a vacation going on, yet they think to themselves, "Gee, with all that summer leisure time, I'm 100% sure they'll want to read some Dickens, too!" 

Well, SUCK MY DICKENS, you non-caring teachers!!!  All you end up doing is making a parent's job even HARDER.  Summertime is meant to be fun for kids, and a break for parents from having to be a "homework monitor."  It isn't supposed to be a continued jail sentence for all parties involved!

But guess what?  MY summers will continue to be carefree, 'cause I ain't having kids, and I ain't makin' anyone do any math or read books during their vacation!

-A.P. Taylor

Send your "Why I'm NEVER Having Kids" stories/ideas to neverhavingkids@gmail.com.  If you're a parent, send your "Dealing w/Kids Horror Stories" - who knows, your story could be the catalyst for my next blog!

Ce sac se rempli tous les jours de plus en plus (oui il à une grande capacité de fourrage un peu comme celui de Marie Poppins).

Dans ce sac se trouve des Johnny Depp, des Kanye West, des Benjamin Siskou, des Milo Ventimiglia (Peter Petrelli de Heroes), des Ari Gold ( de Entourage), des Louis Garrel, des hommes à barbes.......

Mais en ce moment il y en a un qui ressort du sac. Et il bien parti pour rester mon NUMBER ONE qui change tout les trois jours en général.

Mais là  ça fait quelques mois qu'il reste au top et que c'est lui que je nomme comme réponse indéniable lorsqu'on me demande " Et toi c'est qui la personnalité que tu trouves le plus beaaaaaaaaauuuuuuu ?"

( faut dire qu'en cet période d'été, allongé sur sa serviette entre un Cosmo, un Glamour, un Vogue, un Closer et un Steinbeck cette question revient souvent ) 

Et cette fois je suis fière de nommer :    "Eh ben c'est Joachin Phoenix !!!!! "        et souvent on répond au choix : " qui? "   ou     " C'est pas Johnny Depp? "

Ben non c'est Joachin, parce que Joachin il a trop la classe et c'est lui mon NUMBER ONE ! Et vous allez comprendre pourquoi : 

ist seit einer Weile in voller Länge online.
Nur so am Rande. ;)

As I was saying, I was driving Mr. Wick to his mother's house, where he would, naturally, eat his supper - one can't work on a full stomach when one's hungry, so to speak. After Mr. Wick had finished his meal we drove east to the orphanage, where he would, as usual, give the kids some candy and a new book he'd read to them that week. This was on a Monday, of course, and this week the book was Animal Farm by George Orwell.

Having read the first two chapters of the book, Mr. Wick leaves the orphans wanting more but satisfied and happy knowing that he would return tomorrow at the same time to read the next two chapters. Together we drive over the north bridge to a junkyard inhabited by old cars and broken refrigerators, and also, a dog named Scruffy. There Mr. Wick feeds Scruffy with the dog food he had brought with him; he pets him and tells him he's a good boy.

When Scruffy finishes eating his dinner Mr. Wick leaves him wagging his tail and at least ten times happier than he was before Mr. Wick showed up. I drive Mr. Wick to his office, where we work our way through the crowd and up the stairs to the second floor. There Mr. Wick picks up a list of addresses we were to visit later in the day, very late in the day, as Mr. Wick liked to work nights.

He lets me know that there would be six stops this night, as he stares out his window looking at the crowd gathered before his office. A crowd of good, god-fearing people, who wish to save lives; people who are pro-life as it were. People who held up signs with words like "Murderer" and "Monster" painted on them in red, very melodramatic. He sighs and walks over to the phone.

He calls home to talk to his wife who just came home from work. She's a nurse, and had worked a double shift on this particular day. He tells her he loves her and asks her about her day. They exchange other general information and he tells her to greet the kids just before he hangs up. He then puts on his white coat and grabs his doctor's bag. I take my cue and walk over to the door, which I hold open for him.

We walk down the stairs and out into the crowd again. We move through the shouting masses of the faithful trying not to upset them, more than they already are. Unfortunately, Mr. Wick happened to bump into a man holding the "Murderer" sign. The man took great offense to this and pushed Mr. Wick to the ground. Then, with the help of his friends, he began kicking Mr. Wick; making sure to hit him with the "Murderer" sign once or twice.

By the time they stopped kicking, Mr. Wick was little more than a body. His eyes shifted towards me, and he muttered something. He died before the ambulance got there.

"Yeah, but where's the punch line?"

- Jakob Lint

Nombreux étaient les VIP présents à cette "fête de l'année", telle que présentée par certains journaux, pour détruire l'intérieur d'un des plus beaux hôtels de Paris :

Jude Law, Edouard Baer, Emma de Caunes, Claude Lelouch, Ariel Wizman, Jean-Michel Jarre, Christophe Dechavanne, Sinclair, Kanye West, Sébastien Tellier, Guillaume Canet, Jack Lang, Philippe Manoeuvre, MC Solaar, Mélanie Thierry, Arno Klarsfeld, Laurent Baffie... 

Et le invités n'y sont pas allés de main morte pour tout détruire : le mobilier des suites a été dépiauté, les matelas déchiquetés, les miroirs et salles de bain éclatés, les murs tagués et pulvérisés, la moquette souillée par de l'urine...

Si vous voulez voir des vidéos de l'évènement, cliquez ici.

Quand à moi je préfère mettre en avant la réaction, que je trouve pleinement justifiée, de Christophe Barbier, patron de l'Express. Il dénonce le caractère "obscène", "indécent" et "honteux" de cet évènement.

Blog de Brèves

Thank you for the birthday wishes ceeque, mymarriedlife, and mspennylane, it means so much to me for you to have taken the time to think of me on my birthday!

Laure – someone who can see opportunities for kindness without any prompting is a very special person indeed!!  Thank you!!

Mel – I have been watching all of the news coverage regarding the flood.  It looks just devastating!  So very reminiscent of Katrina!!  It sounds from your post as though you have made it through relatively unscathed.  For this I am very grateful.  Thanks so much for thinking of me in this very tumultuous time!!

Irene – being almost 6 months pregnant with my second child I am enormous and have a hard time picking stuff up off the floor (at least this is my excuse for the current condition of my house!!).  Consequently, I can especially appreciate the help you gave your colleague.  Pregnant or not, help in packing is always a good thing!!  Thanks!!

Colouredmind (a.k.a. Hannah) – a number of years ago I was on my way home from work and a woman that lived on the street outside of my building stopped me and asked if she could have $2 to buy herself a sandwich for dinner.  She had been there for months and had never once asked me for anything despite the fact that I had passed her almost every day.  Instead of giving her the $2 I took her into the local coffee/sandwich shop and bought her dinner, which turned out to be a bowl of soup, two sandwiches and a cup of coffee.  We had dinner together and she told me about how she usually just felt like part of the landscape.  She said that some people noticed her but tried to ignore her but the majority seemed to be oblivious to the fact that she was even there.  We had a very nice time together.  The next day she stopped me again, not to ask for more money but to tell me how much my stopping had meant to her.  Not even a week later she was gone from her spot and I never saw her again and I have often wondered whatever happened to her.  I’m sure that it meant the world to those two men for you to stop give them a kind “hello”, a cup of tea, and to notice that they weren’t just part of the landscape!!  Thanks!!

Jo Hart – your posts on my dad’s blog over the past number of months have shown you to be a very kind and generous person.  What you have done for those children on my behalf only exemplifies that fact!!  Thank you!!

Grateful, humbled, honoured, and blessed are only a few words that cannot begin to describe how you have all made me feel.  I’m sure we’ll never know the true impact that these acts of kindness will have on their recipients and the ripple effect it may cause.  However, the generosity you have shown to others on my behalf is awe-inspiring and will never, ever be forgotten. Thank you so much for the part you have taken in making my 30^th birthday so wonderful and memorable!!!!

~ Billie ~

Einige Meter weiter am anderen Ufer die Antwort.

Schöne Idee, finde ich gut!

Tags: Berlin, Spree, Spreeufer, Graffiti, Message

Hello Divas!  Its me again, your fallen socialite Elizabeth Hallstrom.  Check out my new post on The SL Diva AKA Elizabeth Hallstrom regarding Toast Bard's Black Diamond Dress. And yes Divas this is a system skirt!

*The words of the mighty Elizabeth who fell from grace a la Tonya Harding can be found exclusively in her blog and here on Iheartsl.com*

I was first introduced to something written by Roald Dahl when I saw his book, "Revolting Rhymes" (1984:Picture Puffin, England). The Poh Huai Bin of sixthseal.com, who was in primary school then, had borrowed the book (And hey! Wasn't he too young to be reading things like that? Hahahahahaha!!! Some people start very young, don't they, Huai Bin? Wink! Wink!) from the library in his tuition centre and flipping to it, I found his poems - all parodies of fairy tales such as "Little Red Riding Hood" and "The Three Little Pigs" absolutely hilarious...so I photocopied it. Years later, I bought the original at Times in Kuching for RM12.35. It is a very thin book with big fonts, lots of illustrations and about 50 pages only.

When I was in England in 1994, I got hold of the follow-up or sequel (1990: Penguin Books, England), "Rhyme Stew" - that rhymes with Rhymes Two, you see! - with more parodies including "The Emperor's New Clothes" and "Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves" and the illustration on the cover has a warning: Unsuitable for small people! I don't think they were that serious about it though! Well, that cost me around RM17 in our currency at the time, but at the current exchange rate, it would probably cost around RM35!!!

Just for a sampling of what we may find inside these two books of poems by Roald Dahl, I would like to share with you one of the shorter ones entitled: "Physical Training".

Our gym-instructress, Miss McPhee,
When gym was over, said to me,
"Stay on, Bill Smith, I'll teach you things.
I'll make you better on the rings,
And after that, let's reinforce
Your work upon the vaulting horse."
I stayed behind. She shut the door.
She'd never been so kind before.
She said, "So you can get it right
I'll have to hold you very tight."
She held me here, she held me there,
By gum, she held me everywhere.
She kindly taught me, after that,
To wrestle with her on the mat.
Oh gosh, the things she taught me,
Our gym-instructress, Miss McPhee!

LOL!!! I certainly hope all of you enjoyed that! Do have a nice weekend, everybody!

Olivia Newton John's PHYSICAL photo
from: http://alteredanthems.blogspot.com/2007/11/olivia-newton-john-physical-2-new.html
P.S.: This looks like an interesting blog to visit, especially those of you who love "CLASSIC" 80'S & 90'S ANTHEMS".

My first version of this Brilliant Post included a photo of Melanie Griffith taken from the movie Working Girl, wearing a blazer with shoulder pads so large she looked like a linebacker for the Cincinatti Reds, or the Detroit Redwings, or the Boston Celtics, or something.  I included this photo as an example of one of the many fashion “don’ts” I see around my office on a regular basis.  I thought it was Terribly Clever.

Yesterday, my mother told me in no uncertain terms that she didn’t like my post.  It's the first time she's ever said that about my blog so I listened.  She felt that I’d been unfair in my criticism of certain fashions, and that I hadn’t taken into account “old people” like herself.  She was pretty sure she had worn some of those fashions to the office before, and now her own daughter was suggesting that she was a fashion “don’t.” 

She especially took issue with the photo of Melanie Griffith.  Apparently, while reading the post Mom saw the photo of "Melanie" (they are on a first-name basis, of course) and expected it to be an example of how good someone could look at the office.  But as she read on she realized that was not the case.  And she took it personally, on her BFF Melanie’s behalf. 

(She also didn’t like the powder blue jumper photo at the end of the Brilliant Post, but that one was non-negotiable.)

Not wanting to offend my mother (I mean, after all, with these numbers I can’t afford to lose even one reader), I replaced the photo last night.  I had a surprisingly hard time finding another photo of enormous 80s shoulder pads, but finally settled on this one of Linda Whats-Her-Name from Dynasty.  (Wasn’t she married to Yanni at some point?  And he beat her up or something, I think, which is really crazy that wimpy Yanni would or even could beat ANYONE up, especially someone who once held her own in a catfight with Joan Collins... But I digress.)

I figured Mom had probably never worn gold-lame shoulder pads, at least not to the office.

To clarify, I added this note:

NOTE: I had to change this from an earlier photo of Melanie Griffith because my mother complained.  She thought Melanie looked “nice” and should have been included in the fashion “do’s” list instead of fashion “don’ts.”  Nevermind that the photo was taken from the movie Working Girl, which was released in 1988, TWENTY YEARS AGO.) 

This morning, the following email exchange took place:

From: Mom
To: Me
Subject: Melanie
  

Melanie and I thank you.

 --------------------

From: Me
To: Mom
Subject: RE: Melanie
    
Only for you, Mother.  Only for you.

And the thick haze of censorship clouds the dark skies…

--------------------

From: Mom
To: Me
Subject: RE:  Melanie
    
You are such a shit.

 -------------------- 

My mom is fucking awesome.

SATURDAY, JULY 12 2008

Local women to offer up exciting skating battle for the Shore!

ASBURY PARK - The exciting world of roller derby will descend upon the Jersey Shore as two local teams from the Jersey Shore Roller Girls league battle it out Saturday, July 12 in Asbury Park Convention Hall.

The women athletes of the undefeated Right Coast Rollers team and the debuting Anchor Assassins team will serve up the fierce blocks and jams that roller derby is known for, as the Convention Hall is transformed into a roller derby rink.

The event marks the second intra-league match-up for the Jersey Shore Roller Girls, who have prepared a night of derby mayhem in a full-length bout where the women don their derby persona's and showcase their skills as skaters hit, dodge and block to get through the pack and score.

Captains for both teams said that with at least three practices a week at Rollermagic Skating Rink in Jackson, the skaters have been working hard to prepare for an exciting combat on wheels.

"It's the Anchor Assassins' first bout and we're beyond excited for it," said Ms. Ciri Ganguzza, the captain of the Anchor Assassins. Skating as "Ciri L. Killer," Ms.Ganguzza leads her team to an exciting face-off against the Right Coast Rollers.

"We've been working really hard for the past few months in preparation and it's definitely paying off.  The majority of our girls will be bouting for the first time and although they've had a short time period to advance a long way, they've done a great job," Ms. Ganguzza said.

Right Coast Rollers has Eva "Angry Beaver" O'Neill as its captain. Ms. O'Neill said her team can't wait to take on the Anchor Assassins.

"The Right Coast Rollers have been training hard for this one. We are up against a new group of upcoming skaters that have proven to be a strong team," Ms. O'Neill said. "But we are the returning champs full of experienced players and plan to stay undefeated and sink the Anchor Assassins."

Also as part of the can't-miss activities that night is a performance by local alternative rock greats Wicker Hollow, who will undoubtedly add their song "Roller Girl" to the set list.

Tickets are on sale now for $15 at www.jerseyshorerollergirls.net for the Saturday July 12 bout. Tickets are $20 at the door. Children under 12 are admitted free. Doors open at 7 p.m., the whistle blows at 8 p.m. Adults 21 and over to drink.

The Jersey Shore Roller Girls league consists of three intra-league teams -- the Murder Beach Militia, the Right Coast Rollers and the Anchor Assassins -- and one all-star travel team. Its members -- women of all ages and backgrounds --  fill the Jackson Skating Center for grueling practices several times weekly, training and scrimmaging with their coaching and referee staff. The next bout is Saturday, Aug. 30, when the Murder Beach Militia will square off against the Anchor Assassins.

Roller derby is the newest, extreme sport for women rapidly sweeping the nation. Roller derby has been re-vamped into a flat-track version of the old-school style of a bank track. This is the real thing, not an orchestrated match-up. Jersey Shore Roller Girls, a league which formed just over a year ago, skates under the Women's Flat Track Derby Association rules and regulations.

To find out more information about the Jersey Shore Roller Girls league please go to www.jerseyshorerollergirls.net. The league is always accepting new recruits, and no previous skating experience is necessary. Anyone interested in being a skater, referee, a sponsor, or just wants to help out please email info@jerseyshorerollergirls.com

Today I want to tell you something about the awesome Second Life I have since last year... In a couple of weeks will be my first year in world so... Let me tell u something about what I've done in these past 365 days ;-)

I entered as Viewer, as everybody in the beginning but... after 3 weeks I was managing one of the most popular SL bands, UKD Project. What a great adventure!

After a couple of gigs they were already famouse, more than 40 people was following the band around the world (of course, sim by sim) and having fun  dancing on their sweepy songs! Actually nothing have changed, they are still playing all around and the 2nd of August there will be UKD Project's anniversary.

Well, that's not all of course, in the past months thanks to SL I've learned a lot especially how to interact with people, even if they are avatar ;-) I saw that I'me better in relationships in my RL too :-):-) and I've learned a LOT of english.... I'm not so good in writing, I'm worst in writing, but I'll be better I hope...

Anyway, if you want to have fun some evenings, just enjoy your secondlife and listen to UKD Project, you'll surely find a gig of them because... we've made more than 200 gigs in 1 year!

Thanks a lot! ;-)

Please, comment! and tell me if I'm boring or... I don't know... I'll find out something interesting to tell U!!!

As always me, Andy.