What kind of music you hear while you trade?

greetings miss cindyxxxx,

may i suggest that next time you approach/pm me that you not take a but whatever attitude with me. i do look forward to you and i spending more time chit chatting.

when i speak of my studies of intelligence, i get no response.
when i speak of my interests regarding belief systems, it gets so quiet that you can hear a pin drop in kansas.
when i speak of biotechnology, ditto, the line goes dead.

but if i mention that i lived a life of crime, and that i am absolutely reformed, omg, now you speak up, but only to question my sincerity.
how trivial.

tell me, where do the majority of you get your degrees from?
did you all get your diplomas from a box of lucky charms, omg?

good evening,

edward/.

during this project, i have met a few fairly colorful characters.
one man that i will probably never forget, i began noticing that he was observing me, while i was working at one of my favorite web cafes. i can remember noticing that he was was watching me, on several different occasions, but i blew it off and did not really pay too much attention to the whole issue.
and then one day he approached me as i was leaving that nice little web cafe. what are you working on, he asked me.
oh, a little math problem, thats all. it is a currency trading project.
are you making any money, he asked me.
not quite, but i am working on it. i think that i am close to gettiing it wrapped up. we spoke for quite a long time, he and i, i told him about mark and about some of the difficulties that i have been thru during this project. he was a very good listener.
we used to walk about and talk and whatnot, he and i did, he liked to talk about his military career a lot.
and then one day as we were walking down a back street, we approach a fairly large suitcase that is just sitting there.
he reaches into it and pulls out a plastic bag that is about half the size of a soccer ball and he hands it to me.
what is it, i asked.
c4, he told me.
oh. so i tossed it up about five or so feet into the air and before it came back down i asked him if it was going to blow up.
not without these, he said, he was holding some little things in his hand, some kind of blasting cap, i suppose.
oh, i said.
of course, i am taking all of this with a huge grain of salt, obviously i do not believe two words that are coming from his mouth.
but i listened anyways.
and then he pulls some litttle device from the suitcase, it was round like a piece of one inch pipe and it was approx six inches long, it was a darkish green in color, but it was dark outside, so i cant say for sure, it had a roller type comination lock in the middle of the pipe, like the roller combination on a standard briefcase.
oooh, that looks cool, let me see it!
no.
oh, plz, let me see it!
no.
why not?
cuz this thing can peel back half of a city block, he said.
again, i am not really believing two words that come from his mouth, but i play along anyways.
so he puts his things back into the suitcase and we continued walking.
i am a cop, he told me.
oh, wonderful, i said. did i mention the grain of salt issue? i am not believing a word of his nonsense.
you do not believe me, he says.
oh, of course i do, i believe every thing that you say, i told him.
he just grinned and then we continued walking.
he was telling me of how his job is something high level security specialist of some sort, i really was not listening very closely, i was so very buzzed, his weed was really excellent.
and then we walked near a major police station and he began walking into the area where the police cars are parked and there were signs that clearly stated that you were not to enter this area without authorization, omg.
he looks at me and tells me to follow him.
oh, phk it, i figured, you only live once.
while we were walking thru that secure area, he say to me, you do not believe me, do you?
oh, no sir, i believe every thing that you tell me, i said to him.
he just grinned again and we continued walking.
i just figured that this guy was quite perhaps just another idiot.
i figured that we did not get arrested just cuz no cops saw us enter that area.
and then, like a dumbnuts, i followed him into another secure area and two uniformed officers were walking straight towards us.
oh, phk it, i thought, you only live once, so i just walked beside my friend and i did not hesitate.
there were signs that plainly stated that you would be arrested for entering this area.
but the officers just walked right past us.
now that is weird, i thought.
you still dont believe me, do you, he said.
oh, sure, i believe every thing that you say. but, of course, i still did not believe that he is a cop.
and then we walked inside the police department.
but, not thru the front door, we walked thru a set of doors that was inside of this very secure area.
hmmm, i thought, if this guy is a faker, he is one dammed good faker.
and so we entered the building and as we were inside of this police department, he reached into his pocket, pulled out a set of keys and opened a door.
sometime later in that evening, he offered to give me 200k in cash for my project.
i declined his offer and i will not say why.
oh, whatever, he offered to give me seized dope money.
he did tell me at one point that if i ever revealed his name or his identity that he would arrange for me to spend the rest of my life in prison.
you do not need to threaten me, i told him.
i understand that your identity is confidential and i will always respect that.
he was so awesomely fun.
his name i have forgotten, i erased it from my mind.
good evening.

captain boomerang/.

i was sitting at a starbucks a few days ago, tinkering on my laptop, when this total dork shows up and almost spills my coffee as he is parking his big fat rear at the table next to mine.
about ten minutes later, this very plain looking asian chic shows up and smiles at him and she sits down at his table.
so, like the dork that he is, he is stumbling all over himself with every word that he speaks, and he whips out his book about beginning mandarin and he tells her that he has been practicing speaking his own name in mandarin. he should have been speaking her name in mandarin, if anything..
and then, the conversation seemed to be coming along fine between them and then, out of the blue, like the dork that he obviously is, he tells her that he has a very important question to ask her.
omg, i am thinking, i just want to slap him and tell him to back up and shut up.
he is ruining his chances with this nice young lady.
i have been thinking, he says, that i would like to date you.
i wanted to bust out laughing.
i am sure that this must be quite a surprise for you, he tells her.
he made her feel very uncomfortable, that is what he did.
so what did she say?
uh-huh, you guessed it.
she cut him off at the pass.
oh, this is quite unexpected, she said.
little did this man realize, he was already dating her..
she took the time to brush her hair and get dressed and fight the freeway rush hour to meet with him at starbucks.
what a fool, i thought.

when i was a kid, i ended up in a state home, and one day one of the case managers/house parents came to me and whispered to me that they had plans to ship me off to reform school the next day.

so, come midnight, i took off, i was 15, i was in salem oregon, made it to los angeles in less than 36 hours, hitchhiking, in the rain.
one day, i made the acquaintance of a fairly nice gent, we went to his home in beverly hills, it was nothing short of a palace, i kid you not.
plz, edward, be my bf, he pleaded with me..
i was barely even so much as amused.
the idiot was on one knee, begging me not to leave.
he went on to tell me of how he was some kind of prince, some kind of royalty, from somewhere, i cant remember from where exactly.
you can have any thing in this world that you want, he assured me, but i was so less than interested.
got any weed, i asked him.
no, sorry, i dont have any of that.
strike one.
he told me that he owned so many things that he really wasnt sure how many things that he owned.
again, i was not even amused.
so, he starts telling me that he owns some bunch of jewelry stores and asks if i would like to go down and visit one of them.
not really, i said.
we went anyways.
it was a very nice store, the store was on some rodeo street, and there werent any cows nor horses anywhere, too weird, just take any thing that you want, he said..
nah, it's just a bunch of shiny rocks, what am i gonna do with a bunch of shiny rocks, i asked him..
got any weed, i asked him..
no, sorry.
strike two.
so, anyways, i saw a strike three coming around the bend, so i split..
a couple days later, i was out kicking it with another acquaintance of mine, we were out cruising in his new trans-am, i liked it, and my friend owed me a couple of bucks and now he said that he was not gonna give it to me..
so there we are, sitting in this parking lot of some restaurant in hollywood, and i look at him and i ask him if he is sure that he wants to cheat me out of something..
apparently, he was sure.
alrighty then, i said, no problemo..
i was sitting there in the passenger seat of that brand new transam, and i said ok, it is your call, sir..
i opened the door, stepped out, and the nutjob just stayed parked there..
i walked up to the front fender, placed my hands onto the fender, hopped up onto the hood like a bunny rabbit, and i stomped the nonsense out of that bird sticker on his hood.
i danced on that hood for about a solid minute, and then out of the corner of my eye, i saw the doors of a custom van open up.
i want that, said a voice from the van..
i stopped dancing, hopped down, and walked straight to the van.
kenny was something of a biker type.
got any weed, i asked him.
yeah, he said.
rock and roll, daddyoh, and i slammed the doors shut and off we went..

true story.

i am so into them ...never heard of them before last night. Wots a prop ?

What is going on? Cindy , i'll write you later on...just thanx everso....
This is for everyone who may appreciate ..

LOL .... looks like I missed a right party Miss CindyXXXX.

Hope you didn't mistake the fridge for the little mens' room this time Silver.

Wheres the fridge?

Now why would you need one of those things to trade the market?

Here you go Kas.......oh......I thought you said the 'bridge'.....my bad

I can honestly say i've never heard that one before.

No.....it was silly joke that Patience and other Kiwi's will get.....

One more.....

Wow...some education going on here....