Lady Celes Crusader

Congrats to the newly promoted

Tamaranis; HAHAHAHAHAHA! That's a good one.

I've decided to dig out this jewel of a topic and adding more quotes: "A mathematician is a device for turning coffee into theorems." - Paul Erdos "If you are going through hell, keep going." - Winston Churchill "A woman has the last word in any argument. Anything a man says after that is the beginning of a new argument." - Anon. "Maybe this world is another planet's Hell." - Aldous Huxley "I've had a wonderful time ... but this wasn't it." - Groucho Marx "If all the nations in the world are in debt, where did all the money go?" - Steven Wright "The optimist proclaims that we live in the best of all possible worlds; the pessimist fears this is true." - James Branch Cabell "All are lunatics, but he who can analyze his delusion is called a philosopher." - Ambrose Bierce "The most effective way to remember your wife's birthday is to forget it once." - Anon. "A witty saying proves nothing." - Voltaire "Stop that infernal tapping you bloated sac of protoplasm!!!" - Ren Hoek "What is painful to one generation is insight for the next." - Eli N. Evans "Growing old is not for sissies!" - Jack Palance "I assure you, children, Valentine's Day is no laughing matter." - Seymour Skinner "The best way to forget all your troubles is to wear tight shoes." - Anon. "One of life's mysteries is how a 2 pound box of candy can make a woman gain 5lbs." - Anon. "Lawyer's creed: A man is innocent until proven broke." - Anon.

I've thought of you a lot, these days. Its been that way since twenty years, when you celebrate Christmas with us for one last time. One last time, before joining a world still unkown to me. I've known you for so few years, but your memory imprinted my heart deeply with the unerasable mark of your grand-fatherly love. You didn't need to give me a lot to spoli me. One peppermint candy was enough to overwhelm me. Tell me grandpa, do you play at pool tables with old buddies that you found? Do you call yourself all the names in the world when you miss a shot at that pocket game? As for me, I still care for what you thaught me and I still have the most precious gifts you gave me: love and my passion for cats. Every cats I see remind me all the teaching about them, about how to love them, how to take care of them, about how to respect them. See you next time, grandpa and know that I'll never forget you. Your magical style is Dark. . Take the Magical Style Quiz by Paradox

Je pense beaucoup à toi, ces derniers temps. Depuis près de vingt ans, tu as fêté Noël avec nous, pour une dernière fois. Une dernière fois, avant de rejoindre un monde qui m'est toujours inconnu. Je ne t'ai connu que pendant si peu d'années, mais ton souvenir a empreint mon cœur profondément de la marque indélibile de ton amour de grand-papa. Tu n'avais pas besoin de me donner beaucoup de choses pour me gâter. Une "paparmanne" suffisait amplement pour me combler. Dis-moi grand-papa, est-ce que tu joues aux billards avec des vieux copains que t'as retrouvé? Est-ce que tu te traites de tous les noms de la planète quand tu rate ton coup aux poches? Pour ma part, j'ai toujours à cœur ce que tu m'as enseigné et j'ai toujours en moi les cadeau les plus précieux que tu m'ai légués: l'amour et la passion des chats. Tous les chats que je vois me rappelle des leçons sur eux, à propos de comment les aimer, comment en prendre soin, comment les respecter. À la prochaine, grand-papa et saches que je ne t'oublierai jamais. Edité(e)(s) par: Lady Celes Crusader à: 12/16/02 9:54:10 am

Interesting imput. Its a bit how I view my writing, sometime.

Well, you're about 2 months late for Canadians, but thanks anyway (ours is usually at the first Sunday of October) Nice Sig Tralla

This is a lovely poem. I can feel the joy this special person gives you through your words. Keep them coming

Welcome back Deg I can't wait for more of your witty poetry.

*lol* I love that poem. Its so funny, I to played to much of Diablo2 these days.

This is good work my friend

Welcome back Andrea Its nice to finally see you back.

Congrats to all of you who have a promotion and I've got a special thought for Balladore. Your magical style is Dark. What type of Magic do you work?. Take the Magical Style Quiz by Paradox

Thanks to you 3 guys. We all had the habit of telling ourselves that this happens to others, not us. I was no different until then. It helped me to put things back in perspective. Your magical style is Dark. What type of Magic do you work?. Take the Magical Style Quiz by Paradox<i></i>

Yesterday, we had crashed. No one had been harmed but everyone had been scared. It happened so quickly, though. My collegue and I were working, he was driving the pick-up while I was seated in the back of the pick up, on the opened tin gate, attached onto a seat that was attached on the driver side of the said gate, so that I can pick up the cones that were on the freshly painted yellow road lines. A pole with a wheel at the end was attached at the front of the truck. This pole can be laid down on the street and is used to aim the middle of the road when premarking the streets. Safety fluorescent bands sticked on the truck, orange flashing somes and an arrow shaped lighting board, like the ones you see on road works, was flashing a flat bar, meaning that you cannot pass this truck were the only things that were supposed to protect us. I said supposed because people are just reckless around our truck. We just finished picking up the last cone of that road and we went up over a place safe enough to turn around. Meanwhile, another pick-up truck drove over 60 miles per hour and attempted to pass us at our left. I've seen the blue pick-up hitting us at the left side of the truck, right at the light and the pole, making our truck a slight but violent spin to the right. The only thing I heard was the screetches of the breaks and the crashing noises while I was holding onto my seat, feeling the belt's pressure on my tighs Then everything stopped and I found myself on the side, touching the ground with my hand and trying to lift myself up, since my butt had slipt at the side of the seat and that the seat belt was now crushing my belly. While I scrambled to detached myself, my collegue jumped out of the car and rushed over me, asking if I'm allright with the most worried tone I've ever heard from him. I've nodded that I was unharmed and I finally managed to detached myself. I looked around and a mess of epic proportion was displayed in front of me. We crashed in the front yeard of a milk farm, while our working truck stopped in on the road, the blue pick-up ran over a mail box, a trash can and pulled out the safety cable of an electrical post and ended its frenzied race in an hangar made of two-by-fours and metal sheets. The driver, a vetenarian was surprisingly unharmed but he knows that his truck is good for the junkyard. The front of our pick-up had been move a bit right way, the pole's rod had been tear up from the truck and landed several feet away, one light on the driver side had been utterly destroyed while the framing that was holding the remaining lights is in pieces. But the car was still in shape to roll but not to work, since one of the domes doesn't work and the arrow had it shares of problems too. While waiting for the police and our collegues that worked at the tracer to arrived at the place, I was thinking of alot of things. I knew that by seating in the back of the pick-up, that I was in a vulnerable position. Anyone who crashed on the back of the tin gate could instantly kill me. I was aware of this but I just couldn't imagine the danger per see. I've never had been in a crash before, so for me, it was just a theorical situation that could happened but I couldn't know how its like. 27 years of life could have ended stupidly in a few seconds. The police came as well as the tracer, and after everyone gave their deposition and after some quick repairs, we left the farm and returned to work. We finished the job with only the tracer, which waisted time but we havent have much choice since the cop told us that the lighting system is not enough to insure our safety. As for me, I just wanted to end this long day, hug my lover and telling him how much I love him. Life is not something you should take for granted. Your magical style is Dark. What type of Magic do you work?. Take the Magical Style Quiz by Paradox<i></i>

200 posts, it can be a lot or not much, depending of what you're posting, of course Your magical style is Dark. What type of Magic do you work?. Take the Magical Style Quiz by Paradox

While Celes was sitting on a chair, enjoying the beautiful weather and reading a book, her cats, Carbone and Cambronne, decided that it was time to play. Soon, an lovely looking butterfly flied its way between the two felines, catching their attention immediatly. Cambronne starts the chase first but was soon followed by the tigered stripped cat, who just wants her piece of the fun too. The butterfly avoids the two feline with a suprising ease each time they tried to claw it. The colorful insect delicatly lands on Wyvern's overgrown tail, while at the same moment, the black cat leaps toward it, all claws out. - "YAAAAAAARRRRRGH!!!!!", yells the Elder of the Initiates Realizing his mistake, Cambronne runs away quickly while his female friend jumps over the soon-to-be-dragon's tail, still chasing the butterfly. The butterfly passes lazilessly passes over Gyrfalcon's head, who was sitting on the ground, enjoying the sunny day. Carbone jumps over the gentleman's head, startling her "obstacle" but Cambronne tramples his way on Gyr's legs. - "What the?", he exclaimed himself, totally surprised. Minta Rose is in the process of building the shiniest sand castle to ever be made. It was almost finished and she is putting shells on it. The butterfly lands on the central tower. The female feline, stopped her chase, not knowing if she should step on the sandy thing or not. But Cambronne saw the butterfly and decided that he shoudl catch it. He lands on the castle, making Rydia's work to collapse. - "WAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!! MY CASTLE!!!!", she cries in despair. Both cats, scared by the enraged girl ran over their mistress, hiding around her. Celes noticed someone who overshadowed her books and turns around. She sees Wyvern, Gryfalcon and Rydia standing nearby her, all looking upset. - "Errrrrrr....", hesitates the French-speaking Lady, "Is there any problems?" - "Well...", starts Gyrfalcon - "YES!!! THERE IS A PROBLEM!!!", cuts Rydia - "There's no need to yell.", replied Celes, "I'm not deaf. Can you tell me, one at a time, what is going on?" Wyvern shows his harmed tail to her. - "Cambronne did this to me while I was innocently relaxing.", whines the overgrown lizard. Celes quickly casts an healing spell and the scratches were gone. - "I apologize about this.", adds the lady mage, "Although I'm surprised he did this." - "Apoligies accepted", says Wyvern with a smile - "AND WHAT ABOUT MY CASTLE?", shouts Rydia. - "Can you show it to me?", asks Celes Rydia, Celes and Gyrfalcon walks over the destroyed castle. - "Your nasty black cat did it!", pouts the little girl - "Oh! I'm sorry if he wasn't careful enough while playing around.", answers Celes with empathy, "Let me fix it for you!" The Frenchie mumbles a few magical words and suddenly, the crumbled castle turned into a fortress make out of gold sand. - "OH WOW!!!! THANK YOU!", shouts happily Rydia, "This is the shiniest castle I've ever made!" Celes turns over Gyrfalcon, wondering about the bard. - "Oh well.", tells her Gyr, "Your female cat just jumped over my head and your cat walked over my legs but no harm was done. I think they were chasing a butterfly. - "Hum... a butterfly." thinks Celes, "Oh... Sorry Gyr if they disturbed you." - "You're all excused, my lady.", nods the bard Celes walks back over her two felines, who decided to remain quiet for the rest of the day. Your magical style is Dark. What type of Magic do you work?. Take the Magical Style Quiz by Paradox

Thank you Gyr Cambronne is more of a bugger than anything to Carbone. Sometimes, its because he wants to take her place, sometimes its just for bugging her just for the sake of bugging her. There's no politness between these two. But the fights and squirmishes diminished greatly since the moving, but slowly and under particuliar circumstances, they'll pull out the war axe. Your magical style is Dark. What type of Magic do you work?. Take the Magical Style Quiz by Paradox<i></i>

Author's note: Sentences between "*" are cat's meowing. It was one of those rainy days when nothing is going on right. Carbone is sitting by the padio door, watching the rain knocking on the glass. I'm thirsty, thinks the cats, lets go get some water She walks over the water bowls and crouches her ear. Cambronne, who had the habit to drink only by dipping his paw and lick the water off, served himself first. Both bowl had their share of hair in the water, which disgust Carbone. Why can't he drink normally?, pester the tiger-stripped grey cat, At least he could use only one bowl but NO, he had to dip his dirty paw on both bowls. She drinks a little bit in each bowl and decides to eat as well. She looks at the food plate and her privilieged side of the bowl is empty while the other is still full. He had no idea how annoying he is, she mutters furiously, Why mistress adopted him? She eats a bit and then walks over the computer room. Her mistress, who's seated in front of the computer, invite Carbone over by tapping on the cat's seat. The feline jumped on her chair hastily and her mistress rubs the pet's head. Oooooooooooooooohhhhh! it feels so good. Meanwhile, Cambronne walks around the appartment, bored. Where's the other furball?, asked the black cat, Oh... I think she's seating next to mistress in that room with strange glowing things. The male feline walks over the computer room and finds his compagnion exactly where he thought she would be. He stalks over Carbone's chair and starts to bug the female cat. *Buzzz off*, hissed Carbone, *You are annoying enough, leave me alone.* Why she's always so aggressive toward me?, wonders Cambronne, I just want to play with her, well, to bug her a bit *You stained the water with your paw, you eat in my side of the bowl and you want to disturbed me again?*, meows Carbone furiously, *Let me be with Mistress.* *You're always with Mistress!*, replies Cambronne, *Its my turn now!* Carbone starts to hit Cambronne with her paw and the black cat decided to grab his opponent and bites her head. Celes, their mistress, claps her hands. "Stop it, both of you!", orders the lady. Both cats leaves the room in haste, going in each separate ways. Carbone heads back over the padio door and sits behind the curtains. I wish I can tell Mistress about how annoying Cambronne can be. I'm sure she would like to talk to us, at least, just to teach Cambronne a few lessons. The cat looks outside and it was still raining.

What I love of fear is the adrenaline rush it gives me when I do scary or out of the ordinary. But I hate fear when it just don't let me enjoy, appreciate or living things and stuff that are associated with said fear. I'm clautrophobic in water which is probably due to a bad experience during my childhood. For example, I'm bathing in a pool and, as long as my head is not submerge underwater, I'm fine. But if I'm splashed, I don't like it and if someone had the bright idea of grabbing me by behind and sink my head underneath water, I'll scramble my way out as fast as possible and the joker's in for a fight. Even if I sink my head myself, underwater, its not for long and I'm still extremely unconfortable. This is my sole phobia and its a real pain to deal with. Your magical style is Dark. What type of Magic do you work?. Take the Magical Style Quiz by Paradox

A curious black cat looks over Seth with his ever searching yellow eyes and walks over him. The feline sniffs the guest's hand and rubs his head on Seth's knees. Celes arrives and walks over the artist. - Welcome back my friend. So, had the road been good to you? - PRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWW - Hush Cambronne! Don't you see I'm talking to our friend over there? Oh well, sorry about that. Anyhow, I'm happy to see you back with us. See you later. She grabs her big pet and walks back to her café. Your magical style is Dark. What type of Magic do you work?. Take the Magical Style Quiz by Paradox

Pis: C'est un slang québécois utilisé pour "puis" ou "et".

Il essaie de t'acheter, Celles. Pis en plus, il s'est mêlé avec les "L".

Wyvern a dit la pire chose: "Juste Celles". Dis, Celles, ça ne te tenterais pas de déplumer ce pseudo-dragon d'une partie de sa fortune en guise de compensation. : -->:"> D

*lol* Better not mix up the "L"'s otherwise you're looking for trouble as Celles learned how to grumble as I do : -->:"> D