PokemonCrater.com Farewell

http://www.pokemoncrater.com/

November 14th, 2007:In the ninth grade, I became fascinated with Pokémon. I bought all the games and played them over and over. When a friend who shared my interest moved away, I thought that it would be great to put a similar game on the Internet that he and I could play together. Through the years, he and I and thousands of our site viewers enjoyed my version of Pokémon.Soon I will be graduating from college. Life has its demands and responsibilities, life will be changing, and it is not going to be possible to maintain PokemonCrater.com. As a result I have decided to shut down PokemonCrater.com on December 1, 2007.Thank You to all the viewers who shared my interest in Pokémon and a special Thank You to those who contributed ideas and challenges through the years. It has been great.

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i am so sad upon reading this...
damn so depressing...
=((
http://alpha.pokemoncrater.com/pokedex.php?pid=191279921

Renzo Piano

Would like to post some of this links on studies of works on my favorite and dearly respected architect, Renzo Piano.

"...not to keep your dreams in the drawer. They have to be used. They have to be risked"
- Renzo Piano


http://arch.ced.berkeley.edu/vitalsigns/bld/toolkit_studies/menil%20collection%20--%20Subtle%20Variations.pdf


http://www.architektur.tu-darmstadt.de/powerhouse/db/248,id_19,s_Papers.fb15

i'm a kitty person

found this cute kitty pics over the net...

miyaw miyaw miyaw

rubber band work out

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after half an hour of searching at last i've found what i'm looking for...
will look further in this site when i got the time... but for now i have to wrapped up things or else will have a big bill here in the computer cafe...
the link's below... can't wait to try this one since i haven't found time to visit the gym.

http://www.medicinenet.com/script/main/art.asp?articlekey=78846

for the one who once held my heart

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"I want to let you in on a secret
am not who you think I am.
In fact my disguise is so thin
I'm surprise you haven't seen right through me.
I'm the man of your dreams masquerading as your bestfriend.
Sometimes I want to rip off this facade like I did last time...,
but i can't...,
because you'll get scared...,
and then you ran away again.
So I decide it is better to live with a lie
than expose my true feelings."

"someone told me that there're two types of person in one's life;
the ones you grow out of
and the ones you grow into.
I really hope I am the latter
I may not be the one you love today
but I let you go for now...

...hoping one day you go fly right to me
because I think you're worth the wait."

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Repost.1

repost from my previous journals...


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“...Writing keeps me in touch with my emotions and keeps me honest, if not sane. a person who loves to write learns to respect the immense power of words and symbols.”
“It is hard to be dishonest with just you and a blank screen or a piece of white paper. To lie to yourself using words that you have chosen in the sanctuary of your mind is both sinful and pathetic. Writing makes discipline out of weaving thoughts into messages. There are of course those who use this delightful skill to promote a false idea or pretend to be the intellectuals that they long to be. by doing so, they lose the pleasure that goes with writing honestly and with meaning.”

- “Why i Write”
Susan Ople
Sunday Panorama
050022004

post date: 5/3/2004


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the mounting is high and we can’t go on.
we heed on things we don’t know why
the path is of winding road
the end is yet for us to see
our feet are tired, our bodies worn
we sweat profusely
the dusty road we trail upon
is what had others traveled on
the path is of winding raod
the end is yet for us to see
and so we trail this dusty road
through it all we’ll find soon
the eluding end we search long...

post date: 5/16/2004

Repost.2

“…And so it’s late night again in the city, his watch tells him so. But he turns his head around him and what he’s sees denies it. The light on the post along the road showers the pavement with its yellow incandescent rays, the glowing red of the neon light throws by the big billboard over head drape the passersby, and the show window of the shop he’s leaning to making all around him animated by its pin lighst. It’s late indeed but he still sees people filing the sidewalks, walking and minding their own business. They walk alighted, their faces he never recognizes their emotions, passing about to and fro in front of him. He hears ladies chatting along like sparrows in the trees and men a cursing like rushing of leaves. The place should be void of people on this time of the night he thinks. He looks around again, as if he’s waiting for someone. He shifts his weight to his left foot and cross the other to it. He put his left hand to his pockets and juggles the few changes he has in it. Somehow the sound of it amuses him and takes his boredom from waiting.
The people keep passing by. The roars of vehicles passing on the road adds to the deafening clamor of that Friday night. It’ll be a long night again, he muses to himself. He wonders if there is any difference this night to other night that he’s not in here standing in the sidewalk. He thinks the city does not sleep indeed, and keep his slaves doing his business even these wee hours of the night. It’s like a huge, haughty, dark and abusive creature, devoid of any soul, enticing and luring lost soul for his greedy needs and he’s one of those lost soul that this monster had enslave to its pretentious promises.”

Re-post from Journal dated 8/22/2003
again 6/12/2005

Winged!

Would like to post this picture my very good and talented friend from my clan, IceMaster did.

KUDOS parekoi!