EXPLOIT EVERY WEAKNESS!

Darius - The Hand of Noxus

He's here!
A champion that is said to be able to take down even the toughest tanks!
Garen (i hate him... thats why i can only think of him... everytime killing my poor Ahri and ripping my tails off -.-|||) shall be no more, and those heros like Volibear that makes you go, "WHAT THE F**K MAN HOW DID I DIE" shall no longer be feared.

Imagine the epic-ness of people going "WTF, how u killed me?!" in a PvP?!
Even your most skilled enemies will fear you.

I SO WANT TO USE THIS CHAMPION TO OWN OTHERS!
Imagine Darius going: "I will make you bleed!"
That would be so cool!!!

LOVE THE SKIN OF DARIUS TOO!
CAN'T WAIT TO PLAY IT!

REALLY HOPE I WIN SOMETHING!
AND I REALLY LOOK FORWARD TO PLAYING THIS CHAMPION!

To the Riot Team

THANKS FOR A FANTASTIC CHAMPION!

It's Saturday

It's Saturday again.
Yes, again.

At this point of time in my life, i ask myself at times, what am i doing?
What do i believe in?
What am i living for?
Even if i were to understand my true purpose in my life, what am i supposed to do?

I'm starting to lose faith, i'm starting to lose hope, i'm starting to think that i canot believe anymore.
Everyone has dreams, and then there are others who think that they are constantly living in a dream.
Inception as they call it, a dream made up of fragments of your memories.
Yet are all of these real?

The question is rhetorical, and the answer, obvious.
People think that it would be easier to just end their lives, to release themselves from all the pain they are going through, to escape into another realm.
They want to escape reality instead of facing it.
I, am one of those people.

And it is on these days, on these kind of mornings that i think back at my life, and ask myself, "Why the hell am i so useless?"
I often think to myself, why do i keep running instead of trying to move on to the next step in my life?
Why do i keep looking back?
Why am i being such a loser?

I often ask myself if i have anyone to lean on if i need support in my life, if anyone at all would be there for me.
I often lose myself trying to find the answer to that question.

And it is only this morning, that i realise, if i don't take control of my own life, i will lose everything that i already have.
If i don't wake up from this dream i have put myself into a little over a year ago, i will not survive.

Yet having said that, am i ready to face reality?

Am i strong enough to do this right?

Can i overcome my greatest enemy, myself?

Can I?

A story of the bank, TIME

Imagine there is a bank account that credits your account 

each morning with $86,400. 

It carries over no balance from day to day. 

Every evening the bank deletes whatever part of the balance 

you failed to use during the day. 

What would you do? Draw out every cent, of course!

 Each of us has such a bank. 

It's name is...

TIME

Every morning, it credits you with 86,400 seconds. 

Every night it writes off as lost, 

whatever of this you have failed to invest to a good purpose. 

It carries over no balance. 

It allows no over draft. 

Each day it opens a new account for you. 

Each night it burns the remains of the day. 

If you fail to use the day's deposits, the loss is yours. 

There is no drawing against "tomorrow." 

You must live in the present on today's deposits.

Invest it so as to get from it the utmost

in health, happiness and success! 

The clock is running!! Make the most of today.

To realise the value of ONE YEAR

Ask a student who failed a grade.

To realise the value of ONE MONTH

Ask a mother who has given birth to a premature baby.

To realise the value of ONE WEEK

Ask the editor of a weekly newspaper.

To realise the value of ONE HOUR

Ask the lovers who are waiting to meet. 

To realise the value of ONE MINUTE

Ask a person who just missed a train.

To realise the value of ONE SECOND

Ask someone who just avoided an accident. 

To realise the value of ONE MILLISECOND

Ask the person who won a silver medal at the Olympics.

Treasure every moment that you have!

 And treasure it more because you shared it with someone special,

special enough to spend your time with. 

Remember time waits for no one. 

Yesterday is history. 

Tomorrow is a mystery.

Today is a gift. 

That's why its called the present.

My thought?

People today waste too much time thinking instead of acting.

That includes me.

And i will make a change, make use of every millisecond i have from today.

For sure it will be hard to keep to my promise that i wont be wasting any more time from today, but it would be worth the try to at least put in the effort to make it work.

That's what i'll be doing.

How about you?

PS: Adapted story from the internet. But i have to thank Bryce for making me remember that i wanted to post this long ago. Feel free to visit his blog @ http://magicsouls.blogspot.com

Perfect English?

This is too epic!

HAHAHAHHAA

Adapted from facebook!

A sweet lesson on patience.

A NYC Taxi driver wrote:

I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.. 'Just a minute', answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.

After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940's movie.

By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.

There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.

'Would you carry my bag out to the car?' she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.

She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.

She kept thanking me for my kindness. 'It's nothing', I told her.. 'I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.'

'Oh, you're such a good boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, 'Could you drive through downtown?'

'It's not the shortest way,' I answered quickly..

'Oh, I don't mind,' she said. 'I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice.

I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. 'I don't have any family left,' she continued in a soft voice..'The doctor says I don't have very long.' I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.

'What route would you like me to take?' I asked.

For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.

We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.

Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.

As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, 'I'm tired.Let's go now'.
We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.

Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move.
They must have been expecting her.

I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.

'How much do I owe you?' She asked, reaching into her purse.

'Nothing,' I said

'You have to make a living,' she answered.

'There are other passengers,' I responded.

Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug.She held onto me tightly.

'You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,' she said.

 'Thank you.'

I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light.. Behind me, a door shut.It was the sound of the closing of a life..

I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day,I could hardly talk.What if that woman had gotten an angry driver,or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?

On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life.

We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.

But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.

My reflection on the story:

People often get too caught up with their daily lives and simply forget to slow down once in a while, to just enjoy the little things that matters, the little things that seems so insignificant yet could mean so much to you when you sit down to think about it.

To all my readers:

Slow down your life and think about your life.

Reflect on it.

You might just discover something
you never thought you had. 

So think about it.

Have a good day people!

And from Ellen, be kind to one another.

Goodbye!