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| Oh Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, I am eagerly and shamelessly waiting for you. | | |
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You are the source of the life
I can't be left behind
No one else will do
I will take hold of you
I need You Jesus
To come to my rescue
Where else can I go
There's no other name by
Which I am saved
Capture me with grace
I will follow you
This world has nothing for me
I will follow You
This world has nothing for me
I will follow You
=)
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| [This AIMage was so classic that it warranted temporarily bringing back Xanga from the dead]
In his first-ever AIM conversation with me, my 9-year-old (and rather fobby) brother ends with:
JediChrisZhou: i got lots to do so bye 
and then proceeds to sign off.
Two minutes later, after he signs back on:
CaffeyBean: also, did you just wink at me earlier?
CaffeyBean: with this: 
JediChrisZhou: yeahyeahyeahyeah!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
JediChrisZhou: i'm super
Two old fogies try to analyze the situation:
tangoeymangO: maybe he doesn't understand implications of the wink
tangoeymangO: ?
CaffeyBean: i hope so
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| Byebye Xanga. Byebye Facebook. =)
If you knew how many hours (yes, literally HOURS & HOURS ) a day I spend on these two combined, you'd agree that this is a good choice. Hopefully I can use the time now to actually talk to people and be productive in life and school.
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| I came across this while reading an NYtimes article on some dude from Lazard investment bank:
"On a table in his office is an enormous gift basket from Harry &
David, a business that his private equity fund (Wasserstein & Company) owns. The basket is
filled with several of its supernaturally beautiful pears."
While Allie may be the only one who appreciates this, I had always imagined that my beloved Harry & David Royal Riviera pears came from an intimate family business owned by two middle-aged men named, well, Harry & David. Guess not.
What is Harry & David, some of you ask? http://www.harryanddavid.com/
Just be careful not to drool onto your keyboard.
A short anecdote on H&D love: one year, my roomie Sandy ordered our room two boxes of pears over the winter break because we had been flipping through the catalogue before school let out. It arrived one gloomy day during reading period, as we were toiling away. For the next few weeks, our procrastination breaks were no longer filled with Lame, but rather the happiness that comes only from eating pears of a butter-like consistency.
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