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Non-El-Hazard Topical Discussions / Hi guys! Long time no see!
« on: July 18, 2004, 06:50:18 pm »
 :bawl

Well its been a long while since i've posted my last discussion on this forum!! ^_^V

I've been submerged into a certain addiction of RPGs.. waaaa... Ragnarok Online is the best RPG ever!

So how are you guys? I've been rily out of touch! Please update me or welcome me back in this EHOL Forum!

Love you guys!

-DUNE-

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Non-El-Hazard Topical Discussions / Test: Are You A Hottie or Notty?
« on: September 18, 2003, 04:48:04 am »

I got this from a forwarded message from a friend of mine on-line..

<< <<  ~~~The Hottie Test~~~
Okay, get a piece of paper, and number it 1-8! Don't look down at the
answers or it won't work!!!!


1. What color are your eyes?

2. Do you have long, medium, or short hair?

3. Is you hair blonde, brown, red, or black?

4. Do you want an outside wedding, or one in a church?


5. Would you rather have a dog, cat, or bird?



6. Do you like red roses, or white?



7. What's your favorite color out of silver, blue, or yellow?




8. Pick a number (1-10)












*~*~* Now Make 2 wishes*~*~*




Wishes! Wishes!  
Wishes!

Wishes! Wishes!

Wishes! Wishes!

Wishes! Wishes!

Wishes! Wishes!

Wishes! Wishes!

Wishes! Wishes!

Wishes! Wishes!

Wishes! Wishes!

Wishes! Wishes!

Wishes! Wishes!

Wishes! Wishes!

Wishes! Wishes!

For the results http://www.geocities.com/goddessiphreeta/testresults.htm

So are you a HOTTIEor NOtty?

Please don't agree if you don't...

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Non-El-Hazard Topical Discussions / Test: Are You A Hottie or Notty?
« on: September 18, 2003, 04:48:04 am »

I got this from a forwarded message from a friend of mine on-line..

<< <<  ~~~The Hottie Test~~~
Okay, get a piece of paper, and number it 1-8! Don't look down at the
answers or it won't work!!!!


1. What color are your eyes?

2. Do you have long, medium, or short hair?

3. Is you hair blonde, brown, red, or black?

4. Do you want an outside wedding, or one in a church?


5. Would you rather have a dog, cat, or bird?



6. Do you like red roses, or white?



7. What's your favorite color out of silver, blue, or yellow?




8. Pick a number (1-10)












*~*~* Now Make 2 wishes*~*~*




Wishes! Wishes!  
Wishes!

Wishes! Wishes!

Wishes! Wishes!

Wishes! Wishes!

Wishes! Wishes!

Wishes! Wishes!

Wishes! Wishes!

Wishes! Wishes!

Wishes! Wishes!

Wishes! Wishes!

Wishes! Wishes!

Wishes! Wishes!

Wishes! Wishes!

For the results http://www.geocities.com/goddessiphreeta/testresults.htm

So are you a HOTTIEor NOtty?

Please don't agree if you don't...

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El-Hazard Online / o|o Modern Songs for El Hazard Characters o|o
« on: September 14, 2003, 05:29:20 am »


I've been keepin this idea for so long and I think i should let it show..

I've listened to a lot of music and i found a song that can fit to Ifurita's character and story... Its from Evanescence and it is entitled "Bring Me to Life"

This song describes Ifurita's life before she met Makoto and how she hungers to be with him when she knew that Makoto is the key to her freedom...

Please read the lyrics...

Bring Me To Life
by Evanescence

How can you see into my eyes like open doors?
Leading you down into my core
Where Ive become so numb

Without a soul
My spirit's sleeping somewhere cold
Until you find it there and lead it back home

-CHORUS-
[wake me up] Wake me up inside
[I cant wake up] Wake me up inside
[Save me] Call my name and save me from the dark
[Wake me up] Bid my blood to run
[I cant wake up] Before I come undone
[Save me] Save me from the nothing Ive become

Now that I know what Im without
You cant just leave me
Breathe into me and {make me real}
Bring me
To life

-CHORUS-
[wake me up] Wake me up inside
[I cant wake up] Wake me up inside
[Save me] Call my name and save me from the dark
[Wake me up] Bid my blood to run
[I cant wake up] Before I come undone
[Save me] Save me from the nothing Ive become

{Bring me to life}
[Ive been living a lie..Theres nothing inside]
{Bring me to life}

Frozen inside without your touch
Without your love, darling
Only you are the life among the dead

[All of this I, I cant believe I couldnt see
Kept in the dark, but you were there in front of me]

Ive been sleeping a thousand years it seems
Got to open my eyes to everything

[Without a thought, without a voice, without a soul]
{Dont let me die here}{There must be something more}
Bring me to life

-CHORUS-
[wake me up] Wake me up inside
[I cant wake up] Wake me up inside
[Save me] Call my name and save me from the dark
[Wake me up] Bid my blood to run
[I cant wake up] Before I come undone
[Save me] Save me from the nothing Ive become

Bring me to life
[Ive been living a lie.. Theres nothing inside]
Bring me to life


;D


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Non-El-Hazard Topical Discussions / What time do you usually visit EHOL?
« on: September 04, 2003, 05:44:15 am »


Hey guys!


i was wondering...
since maybe some of you are halfway-round the world from me, i was wondering if what time do you usually log-on to EHOL


Please indicate your country time also...





THANKS!!

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Non-El-Hazard Topical Discussions / What time do you usually visit EHOL?
« on: September 04, 2003, 05:44:15 am »


Hey guys!


i was wondering...
since maybe some of you are halfway-round the world from me, i was wondering if what time do you usually log-on to EHOL


Please indicate your country time also...





THANKS!!

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[size=12]READ THIS VERY INSPIRING STORY FROM OUR ENGLISH SUBJECT..[/size]


------olololololo--------

Appointment with Love
by: Sulamith Ish-Kishor, A 3rd Serving of Chicken Soup for the Soul

Six minutes to six, said the great round clock over the information booth in Grand Central Station. The tall young Army lieutenant who had just come from the direction of the tracks lifted his sunburned face, and his eyes narrowed to note the exact time. His heart was pounding with a beat that shocked him because he could not control it. In six minutes, he would see the woman who had filled such a special place in his life for the past 13 months, the woman he had never seen, yet whose written words had been with him and sustained him unfailingly.
He placed himself as close as he could to the information booth, just beyond the ring of people besieging the clerks...
Lieutenant Blandford remembered one night in particular, the worst of the fighting, when his plane had been caught in the midst of a pack of Zeros. He had seen the grinning face of one of the enemy pilots.
In one of his letters, he had confessed to her that he often felt fear, and only a few days before this battle, he had received her answer: "Of course you fear ... all brave men do. Didn't King David know fear? That's why he wrote the 23rd Psalm. Next time you doubt yourself, I want you to hear my voice reciting to you: 'Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil, for Thou art with me.'" And he had remembered; he had heard her imagined voice, and it had renewed his strength and skill.
Now he was going to hear her real voice. Four minutes to six. His face grew sharp.
Under the immense, starred roof, people were walking fast, like threads of color being woven into a gray web. A girl passed close to him, and Lieutenant Blandford started. She was wearing a red flower in her suit lapel, but it was a crimson sweet pea, not the little red rose they had agreed upon. Besides, this girl was too young, about 18, whereas Hollis Meynell had frankly told him she was 30. "Well, what of it?" he had answered. "I'm 32." He was 29.
His mind went back to that book - the book the Lord Himself must have put into his hands out of the hundreds of Army library books sent to the Florida training camp. Of Human Bondage, it was; and throughout the book were notes in a woman's writing. He had always hated that writing-in-habit, but these remarks were different. He had never believed that a woman could see into a man's heart so tenderly, so understandingly. Her name was on the bookplate: Hollis Meynell. He had got hold of a New York City telephone book and found her address. He had written, she had answered. Next day he had been shipped out, but they had gone on writing.
For 13 months, she had faithfully replied, and more than replied. When his letters did not arrive she wrote anyway, and now he believed he loved her, and she loved him.
But she had refused all his pleas to send him her photograph. That seemed rather bad, of course. But she had explained: "If your feeling for me has any reality, any honest basis, what I look like won't matter. Suppose I'm beautiful. I'd always be haunted by the feeling that you had been taking a chance on just that, and that kind of love would disgust me. Suppose I'm plain (and you must admit that this is more likely). Then I'd always fear that you were going on writing to me only because you were lonely and had no one else. No, don't ask for my picture. When you come to New York, you shall see me and then you shall make your decision. Remember, both of us are free to stop or to go on after that - whichever we choose..."
One minute to six - he pulled hard on a cigarette.
Then Lieutenant Blandford's heart leaped higher than his plane had ever done.
A young woman was coming toward him. Her figure was long and slim; her blond hair lay back in curls from her delicate ears. Her eyes were blue as flowers, her lips and chin had a gentle firmness. In her pale green suit, she was like springtime come alive.
He started toward her, entirely forgetting to notice that she was wearing no rose, and as he moved, a small, provocative smile curved her lips.
"Going my way, soldier?" she murmured.
Uncontrollably, he made one step closer to her. Then he saw Hollis Meynell.
She was standing almost directly behind the girl, a woman well past 40, her graying hair tucked under a worn hat. She was more than plump; her thick-ankled feet were thrust into low- heeled shoes. But she wore a red rose in the rumpled lapel of her brown coat.
The girl in the green suit was walking quickly away.
Blandford felt as though he were being split in two, so keen was his desire to follow the girl, yet so deep was his longing for the woman whose spirit had truly companioned and upheld his own; and there she stood. Her pale, plump face was gentle and sensible; he could see that now. Her gray eyes had a warm, kindly twinkle.
Lieutenant Blandford did not hesitate. His fingers gripped the small worn, blue leather copy of Of Human Bondage, which was to identify him to her. This would not be love, but it would be something precious, something perhaps even rarer than love - a friendship for which he had been and must ever be grateful.
He squared his broad shoulders, saluted and held the book out toward the woman, although even while he spoke he felt shocked by the bitterness of his disappointment.

"I'm Lieutenant John Blandford, and you - you are miss Meynell. I'm so glad you could meet me. May...may I take you to dinner?"
The woman's face broadened in a tolerant smile. "I don't know what this is all about, son," she answered. "That young lady in the green suit - the one who just went by - begged me to wear this rose on my coat. And she said that if you asked me to go out with you, I should tell you that she's waiting for you in that big restaurant across the street. She said it was some kind of a test. I've got two boys with Uncle Sam myself, so I didn't mind to oblige you."

------olololololo--------

What can you say then? :bawl ;D

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[size=12]READ THIS VERY INSPIRING STORY FROM OUR ENGLISH SUBJECT..[/size]


------olololololo--------

Appointment with Love
by: Sulamith Ish-Kishor, A 3rd Serving of Chicken Soup for the Soul

Six minutes to six, said the great round clock over the information booth in Grand Central Station. The tall young Army lieutenant who had just come from the direction of the tracks lifted his sunburned face, and his eyes narrowed to note the exact time. His heart was pounding with a beat that shocked him because he could not control it. In six minutes, he would see the woman who had filled such a special place in his life for the past 13 months, the woman he had never seen, yet whose written words had been with him and sustained him unfailingly.
He placed himself as close as he could to the information booth, just beyond the ring of people besieging the clerks...
Lieutenant Blandford remembered one night in particular, the worst of the fighting, when his plane had been caught in the midst of a pack of Zeros. He had seen the grinning face of one of the enemy pilots.
In one of his letters, he had confessed to her that he often felt fear, and only a few days before this battle, he had received her answer: "Of course you fear ... all brave men do. Didn't King David know fear? That's why he wrote the 23rd Psalm. Next time you doubt yourself, I want you to hear my voice reciting to you: 'Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil, for Thou art with me.'" And he had remembered; he had heard her imagined voice, and it had renewed his strength and skill.
Now he was going to hear her real voice. Four minutes to six. His face grew sharp.
Under the immense, starred roof, people were walking fast, like threads of color being woven into a gray web. A girl passed close to him, and Lieutenant Blandford started. She was wearing a red flower in her suit lapel, but it was a crimson sweet pea, not the little red rose they had agreed upon. Besides, this girl was too young, about 18, whereas Hollis Meynell had frankly told him she was 30. "Well, what of it?" he had answered. "I'm 32." He was 29.
His mind went back to that book - the book the Lord Himself must have put into his hands out of the hundreds of Army library books sent to the Florida training camp. Of Human Bondage, it was; and throughout the book were notes in a woman's writing. He had always hated that writing-in-habit, but these remarks were different. He had never believed that a woman could see into a man's heart so tenderly, so understandingly. Her name was on the bookplate: Hollis Meynell. He had got hold of a New York City telephone book and found her address. He had written, she had answered. Next day he had been shipped out, but they had gone on writing.
For 13 months, she had faithfully replied, and more than replied. When his letters did not arrive she wrote anyway, and now he believed he loved her, and she loved him.
But she had refused all his pleas to send him her photograph. That seemed rather bad, of course. But she had explained: "If your feeling for me has any reality, any honest basis, what I look like won't matter. Suppose I'm beautiful. I'd always be haunted by the feeling that you had been taking a chance on just that, and that kind of love would disgust me. Suppose I'm plain (and you must admit that this is more likely). Then I'd always fear that you were going on writing to me only because you were lonely and had no one else. No, don't ask for my picture. When you come to New York, you shall see me and then you shall make your decision. Remember, both of us are free to stop or to go on after that - whichever we choose..."
One minute to six - he pulled hard on a cigarette.
Then Lieutenant Blandford's heart leaped higher than his plane had ever done.
A young woman was coming toward him. Her figure was long and slim; her blond hair lay back in curls from her delicate ears. Her eyes were blue as flowers, her lips and chin had a gentle firmness. In her pale green suit, she was like springtime come alive.
He started toward her, entirely forgetting to notice that she was wearing no rose, and as he moved, a small, provocative smile curved her lips.
"Going my way, soldier?" she murmured.
Uncontrollably, he made one step closer to her. Then he saw Hollis Meynell.
She was standing almost directly behind the girl, a woman well past 40, her graying hair tucked under a worn hat. She was more than plump; her thick-ankled feet were thrust into low- heeled shoes. But she wore a red rose in the rumpled lapel of her brown coat.
The girl in the green suit was walking quickly away.
Blandford felt as though he were being split in two, so keen was his desire to follow the girl, yet so deep was his longing for the woman whose spirit had truly companioned and upheld his own; and there she stood. Her pale, plump face was gentle and sensible; he could see that now. Her gray eyes had a warm, kindly twinkle.
Lieutenant Blandford did not hesitate. His fingers gripped the small worn, blue leather copy of Of Human Bondage, which was to identify him to her. This would not be love, but it would be something precious, something perhaps even rarer than love - a friendship for which he had been and must ever be grateful.
He squared his broad shoulders, saluted and held the book out toward the woman, although even while he spoke he felt shocked by the bitterness of his disappointment.

"I'm Lieutenant John Blandford, and you - you are miss Meynell. I'm so glad you could meet me. May...may I take you to dinner?"
The woman's face broadened in a tolerant smile. "I don't know what this is all about, son," she answered. "That young lady in the green suit - the one who just went by - begged me to wear this rose on my coat. And she said that if you asked me to go out with you, I should tell you that she's waiting for you in that big restaurant across the street. She said it was some kind of a test. I've got two boys with Uncle Sam myself, so I didn't mind to oblige you."

------olololololo--------

What can you say then? :bawl ;D

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Hey People!!

What makes you blush??

Answer this in an intellectual way...

Ill answer this myself later but before that I need yours first to start the thread....

::)

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Hey People!!

What makes you blush??

Answer this in an intellectual way...

Ill answer this myself later but before that I need yours first to start the thread....

::)

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El-Hazard Online / POST any El HAZARD PICS here, NOW! - urgent!
« on: August 28, 2003, 01:52:55 am »

POST IT Here NOW!!!

=,]

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List your Birthdays NOW here on the NON EL HAZARD FORUM!!!

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List your Birthdays NOW here on the NON EL HAZARD FORUM!!!

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El-Hazard Online / Makoto Mizuhara and (his) Ifurita Nuptials
« on: August 24, 2003, 05:58:52 am »
Guys! What if I was the assistant Author of El Hazard??? hihihihihehehehbwababwbabw! ;D  -_-

I would really show the final end or conclusion of it.... to Ifurita and Makoto's bizzare love affair!!!

--oo-- Makoto Mizuhara and his Ifurita Nuptials --oo--

So anyone of you guys should be a part of Makoto's most happiest day of his life!!


Choose your role::: --->

Flower girls
(I need 12)

Ring Bearers
(6 needed)

flower pot hehehe! ;D

Principal Sponsors
(24 needed)

Camera man - for recording the joyous moment on cam
(4 needed)

Priest to precide the wedding, of course
(1 needed)

receptionist or venue caterer
(I need 24)

and more!!


You can choose multiple roles... what would it be, hah??

Mine? It would be as the Wedding Planner or Ifurita's wedding gown designer..
Im her best friend you know!

-o- joke joke joke! -o-

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El-Hazard Online / If Steven Spielberg will make the El Hazard movie>
« on: August 11, 2003, 09:00:39 am »

hey again people!

If Steven Spielberg discovers the great story of El Hazard and decides to make a movie out of it, who is the best hollywood actor/actresses would you like to play as your favorite El Hazard fan?

For me:

Ifurita
   - it should be Nicole Kidman because of her hair and vital statistics. It fits Ifurita.
   - or Angelina Jolie of Tomb Raider

Makoto
    - it should be ....... uhh.... I don't know yet

Jinnai
     - it should be Jim Carey because of his laugh or somethin.

Rune Venus
      - Me... hehehehe


So what about yours? Let it be heard!! ;D ;D ;D ;D :D

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