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Messages - tha_pong
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« on: December 14, 2008, 02:07:00 AM »
Mouse Sold. Thanks mailman 
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« on: December 09, 2008, 06:24:36 PM »
Sry Jose, card was sold.
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« on: December 06, 2008, 09:26:43 AM »
anyone?
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« on: November 27, 2008, 08:51:57 PM »
2 x 1GB Corsair XMS2 RAM DDR2-800 (PC6400) - SOLD
Logitech Mouse - SOLD (Brand new sealed in box)
Sapphire x1950 Pro 512MB Pci-e - SOLD
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« on: September 09, 2007, 10:02:03 PM »
ok guys nuff thanks for everything
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« on: September 09, 2007, 02:05:34 PM »
hmm, true unknown, but thats how much i have to spend..so thats why i narrowed it down to those 2.
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« on: September 09, 2007, 01:19:33 PM »
hmm ok cool cool..well i guess the choice is clear then... HIS it is.any of u all ever had experience with products from them tho?im just a big iffy about that.
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« on: September 09, 2007, 12:01:09 AM »
yea i saw that..not into the overclocking scene...i feel more comfortable running everything stock.
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« on: September 08, 2007, 11:38:11 PM »
whats up people...I need help choosing one of these cards for my system by monday so i can have it ordered..now i don't intend on buying another gfx card for sometime (till 2009) so i wan't to know which is the best pic..i already checked benchmarks n reviews and they are sorta on par with each other.my first choice was the HIS but i'm kind of paranoid about going with it.thanks in advance http://www.newegg.com/Product/Product.aspx?Item=N82E16814143090BGF 7950GT Overclocked 256MB http://www.newegg.com/Product/Product.aspx?Item=N82E16814161061HIS x1950Pro 512MB any of you guys here have experience with either of these cards?
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« on: February 05, 2004, 04:02:15 PM »
After the loud explosion everything went pitch black. Maggie was left standing on the staircase clutching her little brother, both of them afraid to move.
She knew that they had no chance of escape, now that the lights went out. She heard the creatures laughing deviously behind her. Before, she was slowly ascending the staircase trying her best not to make a sound, but now, she threw all caution to the winds, grabbed her little brother and began to run frantically up the stairs.
The sound of lightly beating gossamer wings began to fill the air as they began to catch up. The sound filled Maggie with terror. As they almost got to the top, she began to pray that she would make it. seeing that her bedroom door was ajar. She got in; barely though and pulled her brother with her, locking the door behind
Her little brother jumped and clung to her screaming with fright as loud thuds erupted from the other side of the door. She knew that it was only a matter of time before they got in. She just had to think fast. The banging on the other side of the door grew more violent and the hinges were already beginning to give way.
Thinking only of the safety of her little brother, she shoveled him into her private bathroom and told him to stay quiet. She slammed the door and faced what was about to come. The big door finally gave way with a bang and what seemed like a thousand, huge grinning gray bats armed with miniature axes, burst into the room. They were ugly things, with wide grinning mouths full of pointy, yellowing teeth and long black flickering tongues. They all as if in unison, rose into the air, raised their miniature axes and flew at Maggie, yelling.
She began to scream, in fright and confusion and flew up from the tangle of sheets and blankets. She discovered she was completely drenched in sweat. She knew she had had a nightmare, but couldn’t remember about what. Even though she tried to, she just couldn’t. Eventually she gave up, rolled over and went back to sleep.
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« on: January 31, 2004, 07:30:16 PM »
The Choice
When I feel your arms around me,
I feel alive,
I know some one cares,
And my happiness overwhelms me.
When you kiss me I want to shout with joy,
And stay like this forever.
But then I feel a tug,
From my heart to another’s,
And I know I cannot hurt her.
My feelings for you are so confused,
But I know that I love her.
So, I come to the fork in the road.
The place where I must choose who to hurt,
And who to over joy.
I stand there in hesitation,
Not knowing which way to go.
I know I must choose,
And my feet start to follow one path,
Then the other,
Then back again.
Back and forth, back and forth,
My feet stumble to choose,
Each way seems good till I think of the other,
Then that one seems better still.
This goes on for a while, till I fall from exhaustion.
And drop to my knees in tears,
Knowing that the choice is still upon me.
“I can’t do it!” I exclaim and cover my face,
To have you lift me up and say,
“I’ll always love you, in fact I love you so much,
That I am willing to have you go to another,
If it means you are happiest there.”
Then with a hug and a quick kiss goodbye,
You walk off to leave me with her.
And I know my choice has been made.
With a last look at the other,
I run after you,
And hug you with a joyous exclaim.
Together at last, my choice has been you,
You whose love was strong enough to let me go,
If it meant I was happy,
And I love you.
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« on: January 16, 2004, 05:42:12 PM »
yea yea doh worry im coming out wit some stuff soon jus gotta get my head back on
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« on: January 14, 2004, 05:14:46 PM »
This place was beautiful in June - green and wild. He drove along the coast keeping his mind fixed upon the lovely time him and his newly wedded wife will enjoy for the weekend. Through the open windows of the car, they could hear the water hurl itself against the rocks. Passion, romance, excitement - the sound expressed all three. From time to time there were wildflowers along the roadside, tough little blossoms that could barely stand up peaked through the worn out rocks that glistened near the shoreline, they saw functional beauty in this place. He was so fuddled with the environment he did not even notice the absolute silence held by his wife.
“ Sweetheart…What’s the matter?”
“ Hey its nothing…just can’t believe we’re married”
He arched is brows giving her a slightly considering glance, scanning her face thoroughly and then glued his eyes once more on the roads with a broad smile casted on his lips. She tightened her thick tartan shawl over her shoulders and cuddled closer to him resting her head on his strong, soft yet masculine arm. Nothing could be better than this he thought our parents will never find out and we are not young, we will be together forever.
The two teenagers turned the corner. The sight that met their eyes was one that they would never be able to forget. Susanna screamed out loudly detaching her head from the protective arms as Mark stopped the car and grabbed her covering her face.
“ Nooo…” tears bustled down her cheeks that were boiling in grief.
“ Mark tell me that’s not mom please…please…please…” she was crying hysterically and he did not know what to do. The sight devoured his heart and knowing it was Susanna’s mother.
Susanna sprinted out of the car and ran towards the scene, Mark followed her and held her in his arms. She felt a cold rush to her cheeks, and stood rooted to the spot. Oh, my God, was all she could think. The car was crumpled into a nearby tree and her mother lay in the middle of the road face covered with blood and pieces of metal protruding her body. Her eyes were wide open together with her mouth which flooded out in blood, her arms were sore, her bones look crushed and the metals pierced their way though her abdomen. Susanna pelted herself to her knees and held her head in her arms screaming helplessly, she was loosing it she felt to die, she wanted to go with her mother. Police officers at the scene investigating the matter tried to control her. It was impossible.
Mark was speechless and paralyzed with fear. He could do nothing, only feel sorry. He knew now that his life would be frayed. Susanna would never be the same; this will have an eternal impact on her life. He looked at her she was trembling. As she looked at her mother’s body she criticized herself, I should have never got married, I should have never left, and maybe she was looking for me and ended up dead. All negative thoughts flew through her head. Susanna sighed ran towards her only hope for life and screamed…
“ I am the fault!”
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« on: January 14, 2004, 03:20:44 PM »
As love’s bleeding fingers clenched a tight fist around my heart, the tears began their long and salty course down my cheeks.
Yet again, I recalled the deafening sound of bullets hailing towards us in torrents, as both my parents slumped lifelessly to the pavement with one heavy thud after another. Despite the sharp pain this brought, I shook my head vigorously, desperately trying to shake those images free, without much success. Another painful memory. I was screaming in confusion and fear as I flung myself onto my knees, next to my parents’ bullet-ridden bodies.
Next thing I knew, the sound of screaming sirens broke into my confused thoughts, and I become numbly aware of someone trying to pry my fingers loose from my mother’s arm. As the two stretchers were deftly placed into the ambulance, I caught a brief glance of my father’s face. What I saw made my heart go cold. It was a look of a face that was briefly touched by death.
Now at my parent’s funeral service, like moving pictures in my head, the memories kept coming back to me. Ever since that night of senseless assassination, I had to wonder, how come I was still alive. Was it because God decided it wasn’t yet my time? Why my parents? And why? Oh why, did I have to be deprived of my parents to be left alone on this cold, heartless earth? I drove myself to the brink of frustration and insanity trying to come to terms with these questions that would never be answered.
I even began having dreams at night. Dreams that my parents were both still alive; but that is why a dream is called a dream; because it could never become a reality
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« on: January 08, 2004, 04:41:47 PM »
i say there is a higher power cuz things happened that made me beilieve but yuh see this religion thing an how like different ppl does worship to different ppl or gods i just dont understand that thats y i dont follow a religion but i know there is a higher power
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« on: January 07, 2004, 09:01:13 PM »
upp3r l3v3l..it have its benefits eh like big air condition classrooms an real nice chairs an thing and they does teach good but ah mean dey does treat yuh like prisoners that is what i cant handle and i cant do nun about it
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« on: January 07, 2004, 05:38:39 PM »
oooo shux hard luck dey girl that jus hard yes...psycho yuh remind me of my form 5 days boy..lol....those were the dayys but now is like i goin to school in a jail jed i mean yuh cant even lime outside by the step for some sun cuz ah mean d air condition does be dam cold even wen yuh have jacket an ting and dey quick to give u detention for every little ting..
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« on: January 06, 2004, 08:59:23 PM »
yea splits hard luck dey but ah mean d man kinda getting outta hand in a way nah and nobody tellin him anyting..dere is love doh worry and psycho hard luck dey bout the spammer rank horse it goh come off inna timin
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« on: January 06, 2004, 08:30:11 PM »
like u really hate school..u must do like me an have a reason to go and if yuh doh have one well make one and ah doh mean d work in school..try it..does work fuh me
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« on: January 05, 2004, 09:38:33 PM »
yow demented relax yuh outta timin self nah..gosh..yuh comin up in d place an sayin wuh yuh want an thing wuh kinda thing is dat? horse mellow yuhself nah ah show ah lil repect fuh ppl
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