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So far, my summer has been nothing but fail. My car, which I thought would have been able to drive for years to come, is diminishing faster than my blog entries on BZP. To -my- knowledge, the car has a RADIATOR LEAK, OIL LEAK, AND POWER STEERING FAILURE. My Dad has been cool, saying it's fine and it should be fixable... even though the power steering pump on my car is not even made any more (yea, it's an '01 car, and they don't even make the part), and radiator leak + oil leak = death of cars. The people who owned the car obviously didn't know how to take of a car. I mean, they made it look pretty when my parents got it, but it's falling apart. It was a great car, and I'm thankful I had a chance to even drive a BMW and call it mine. I'm starting to think I might just have to get another car, but maybe it will start to turn for the better after a while. Oh, when power steering fails, it's like turning three 18-wheelers, so to speak. Even in a 325i, that is hard. Wow, there's actually a picture of what my car closely looks like. The only thing that is different is that all of the turning lights on my car have clear covers. They do turn yellow when I put on the signal, but I do admit, the clear covers do make it look a bit better in style. Just me though. Oh, and there's no front license plate thing. My parents also said that I'm not going to be getting another car from them, that the next one is the one I buy. So the repairs, and a few more additions to the car (i.e.- body kit, new wheels, tires, racing seats [the seats in there are just not for me], and a other performance parts) will be my Christmas, birthday, and graduation presents. We won't be going to far with it though B) . Another thing, my 360 has the "Unplayable Disc" error. I've already looked into several ways to fix the problem, but it's kinda hard to decide what exactly is the problem, so I'm gonna have a store in town fix it. Let's see, that's 3 360's that I've owned that have had problems . Hopefully, this summer will end nicely, right?
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My birthday just had to lie in a time where I was flooded with work - 9 assignments, gasp! - and was stressed to a breaking point. The general wisdom is that, it's your birthday, it should be a happy day, you should be happy - others are telling you to have a 'Happy Birthday', aye? - but, I don't really feel it. I felt spent and tired. The gifts did help - got a bottle of Estee 'Super Eau de Parfum' from my mum, a Queen CD from my sister, a tube of seaweed bath gel from a friend of Mum's, a bracelet and a 'Diva' strap from my neighbour, a moleskine from Kevin. A friend, Andre, promises a Bumblebee when he gets it from the internet auction. And the birthday dinner was good too. It doesn't feel so great, given the current situation of 'assignment-overload-and-not-enough-time', but it's something at least. To the others who shared the same birthdate as me, happy birthday! -<dd>
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My grandmother has passed away peacefully - just as we hoped. I've just survived the harrowing graveyard shift, watching over the premises of the wake site and all the flower wreaths. Staying up all night and not partying is not so fun, but the remaining relatives who stayed behind as well made good chat - until I K.O.ed halfway through the conversation. I'm fine, and am providing support for my family as well. I'm past the bereavement stage, and I hope things can get back to norm soon. -<dd>
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And it's over. It feels good. Now for my last year of grade school, and off to college... I need to find a job.. I guess I should take the job my sister's boyfriend keeps offering me. It'd keep me busy, plus money isn't bad either . He said it would pay about $7 an hour. That would mean that I could possibly get the cell phone kit finally installed in my car. OH! Senior pictures coming up next month. I get to bring my dog and my car . Almost forgot, I have knee surgery a week from today. The doc's are just removing a screw which has made its way out of my bone and it's been causing random spurts of pain every time i take a step. Whatever, I can last one more week. WOOT! SUMMER VACATION!!
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.. I don't. So I just got off of CoD4.. and I get the message "You need an XBox Live connection to play online." The thing is.. I'm in private chat with my friend, and he can start parties when he's the leader. I can't do anything as a party leader (i.e.- start a game, invite people, etc.), but I'm still connected to XBox Live. Also, I ran into ...juggernauts... and ...campers... with my friend.. I like neither, oh, and people who have UAV Jammer, Silence, and Silenced weapons make me mad... Today = Horrible day for XBL.
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I'm literally flooded in my house. This was a 500-Year Flood Zone up until last night. Two cars are stalled in this "Lake Placid" because they thought they could drive through 2 feet of rain while they are driving cars which are low to the ground (It's actually like 10 inches, but the road is actually down further than my yard is, but concrete doesn't absorb water so..). I can understand trucks, they'd make it fine, but small cars... Whatever. School's been canceled for today, and there's another tornado system coming my way. Oh joy, more tornadoes..
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Friends, Family, Juvenile Delinquents, Lend Me Your Ears...
Makutaman654 posted a blog entry in blogs_blog_109
As the Class of 2008 graduates into the next chapter of their lives, another group steps up to take leadership of their student body, the Class of 2009. I thought that was a good line to start off a speech . Anyway, Seniors, you have my congratulations on graduating from Grade School. I am going to be missing a lot of my friends. Some, if not all, I will most likely not see ever again, which is obviously sad. Go to college, work smart, study hard, and concentrate on your goals. Don't get distracted. (I sound like I've been through this, lol). I wish all of you luck. Anyone watch House tonight? That was insane. I can't wait to get this season on DVD . -
I... love... you... Okay, so my mom and I went up to Goodwill today to see if we could find anything that she could make a costume out of. We, to our surprise, saw a very nice tux (pants and jacket) for $10. my mom is going to do a few alterations to the suit to make it look more Victorian "Age'd". We found a vest too (very similar to what men would have worn back in the 1800's). We also found material that she can make an ascot out of, and some other material to make a leather cover for my shoe... although, I'm still not sure of what she's thinking about. I've found everything I need for the costume, but one thing is still necessary: a cane. I want a cane for myself (I'll be needing one anyway after my surgery in a few months, I'll go into more detail later) and because Andrew Jackson is known as "Old Hickory" and also known for beating his would-be assassin with the cane he had. Anyone know where I can find a good hickory cane that would look like it would have been used in the 1800's?
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I haven't been able to go online as frequently as I'd like to - I do miss coming here daily. But, I felt my conscience drift to another matter, of greater importance and worry for me. My grandmother, a patient of lung (and brain) cancer, has lapsed into her final days. I can feel the gloom hanging above her literally - she's silent, and hasn't taken a sip of water or a piece of food for... a while. I feel a rant coming on, but it won't help my grandmother get any better. We thought that from that state onwards, she'd go downhill. It doesn't seem to be that way. Today, little miracles happened. She raised her hand up to hold my hand. She made an attempt to speak - and almost did. I wanted to hug her for the effort - it must've been really tough on her - and wanted to tell her to keep trying. She went back to sleep right after that. It breaks my heart to see that she's trying, even if she's fighting a losing battle. Yet, it warms to see her look a little happier after trying. I felt like sharing this - Miracles are made to be seen, and to be shared. Everyone loves good news, no?
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Looking at the laptop screen at 1am at night, I was wondering why on earth was I going to such extremes for my results. The exam results were released by email on Wednesday, but it seemed like everyone else had the same idea as I to start logging into their account at the stroke of 12. And hence I was still trying to log in at 1 in the morning. But, truth be told, I was nervous. Dead nervous. I recalled my lecturers taking me aside and telling me that either, 1) My performance was up to par with my standards, or 2) My performance was below par. That got me nervous. Really nervous. Through this year of schoolwork, it had been tough for me to keep up to my standards. The work got harder - I mean, avant garde music in three weeks from your own recordings is not fun to sit through - and more tedious. So, I reasoned with myself, I had full good reason to sit in front of a glaring screen at 1 in the morning. When I finally logged into the clogged Live Mail servers, I found the email waiting for me. I was scared. I clicked on it. I got a good - and bad - fright. Semestral GPA: 3.913 Cumulative GPA: 3.929 The good - I was still in my range of 3.9. That is a lot to be thankful for. The bad - my overall grade has depreciated. It's minimal, but it's still a risk that my position in class would be on the edge. The nerves calmed down quick enough, and I scanned the details of my score. I found my first B inside there. A B - for my business of music module. I don't know what to say for that one, but that I'll never be a businesswoman after looking at that grade. The music industry is, after all, on tension ever since the fiascos of music artistes going online instead of signing up with companies. But, I am thankful for the other subjects - 3 As and 3 distinctions. It's more than I could ask for. So, at 2am, I turned in to sleep. So today, I'm zonked out at work.
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I came, I saw, I conquered. In short, I had a blast during this year's Chinese New Year - there were lion and dragon dances this year, something the previous year didn't have. I visited more people - my boyfriend's aunt and her family for one. That was nerve-wracking, but it was fun in the end. And the hongbao (red packet) collecting, and the mahjong-playing. I wish I could go into more detail, but now's not exactly the earthly hour. But, just for a record: Hongbaos collected: 28 (as of 12am - yes, some do pop out from the middle of nowhere) Amount collected: $640 Yayness - time to top up the bank account. And tomorrow, I start my internship! -<dd>
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I'm back to redecorate! -<dd>
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- The Epic Critics Club experienced a sudden jumpstart. Now, it's lagging because I haven't touched it. Yet. I will - once the week's over! - There're two weeks left of the school term and my time as a second-year student. Ack, the assignments are killing me! I've an avant-garde piece to create out of home recordings, a business to launch and an online portfolio to boot up before the end of the term. - I'm nervous about my internship placement. It may not have been a wise idea to leave it all to the school, but what's not done is what's not done. If I end up being posted to the other side of the island, it'll spell disaster for my sleeping hours. Hmm. - This morning, I got a nice surprise from Kevin. I met him in the morning for breakfast, and out popped these from his bag: The teddy was dubbed 'Little Kevin' and the chocolates were depleted. They were yummy. (And no, he didn't give me the laptop. That's my wrecked, almost-dead laptop. Looking forward to the IT fair in March, I am.) That'll do for now. Till two weeks later, -<dd>
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If any would recall this entry, I had a nasty encounter with an insect at the outer reaches of my room, where the last I saw of the culprit was its feet going over the staircase directly to the first floor. 9:30pm, after a boring Christmas dinner at a parent's friend's home, and I had just put down my bag - and noticed something brown scuttle on the edge on my bed and disappear behind the blankets. There was only one thing that was brown, scuttled and preferred hiding places. I had to suppress myself till I got to the door. "Can someone get me a bugspray? There's a cockroach on my bed." My sister, who happened to be within earshot, screamed. The bugspray was fetched by my mother, and we sprayed the vermin. That bug ran faster than the spray did, a leg's length ahead of the killer mist. It crawled into a cranny between the mattress and the bedboards - we couldn't pursue it further, and decided to wait till it did. It suddenly scurried off the bed, and crawled right onto my mother's foot. A lady with more than 15 formidable years against this breed of vermin showed her mettle: She attempted to step on the roach, but it ran under the bed. Now how were we to sleep that night? But, this roach wasn't bright. It ran out - and right under my mother's foot again. She didn't hesitate. What was left of the roach was flushed away, and now I can have my roach-free bed to sleep in for the night.
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So on, so forth, so such.
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I'm only in here for a breath, because I forgot remembered what special time of the year it was. To all who do chance upon this (I'd say all BZPers, to all the how-many-thousand-or-million, yet I know that in reality, I can't shout loud enough to so many ears!), *takes a deep breath* Happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy... Happy (belated) Christmas, Boxing Day, and Birthday to all members born on those dates! And, in the non-distant future, Happy New Year! -<dd>
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So that guy who liked me and I have been together for a while as friends. Times together were good, times together weren't so sweet at certain periods, but it has come to the point where he popped the question to me. I knew that this phase in life would come upon me, but I actually hadn't expected it to be so soon! I supposed that I'd get my first boyfriend in university, if you can believe it. And now this happened. We've been shooting questions back and forth since then: What are your flaws? Your greatest points? What do you hope to see in your ideal 'other'? Ironically, I fit some of his criteria, and he to mine. When he told me all he had to say, he said it was all up to me. I've been mulling over this. I'm about to tell him that my answer is 'Yes'. This is definitely a leap of faith for me. *crosses fingers* Here goes nothing.
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When the doctor mentioned the awful words, I couldn't help but look at him with alarm. I was sick again - the morning in school went fine, but when I got queasy in the afternoon, it demanded medical attention. And, lo behold, the doctor thought I need a blood test. I have a really nice phobia of needles. Hated those things ever since I saw something long, thin, silver and pointy poke me when I was young. That memory never died. When the doctor further elaborated, with the words 'liver', 'poisoning' and 'blockage' affirmed the idea that a blood test was best. So in I went. And I nearly let out a girly shriek when I saw the needle. I had to turn my gaze away, but the sensation that followed was - ugh. But once I got over that, I had no idea of what I was expecting next. The nurses started to talk in a disturbing manner. "Hurry up! Get the other one!" "The yellow one?" "Purple one! Hurry, don't waste it!" Waste what? Then it dawned on me. "It's going to drip!" My drop of red DNA was in peril! There was little noise, just the sound of the nurses scuffling around the room, but all this while I did not dare to peek at what on earth was done to my arm. A while later, I felt the sticky adhesive of a band-aid being strapped onto the wound, and the nurse chirped, "You're done!" I turned to see, and I saw two large tubes, each a length of a third finger and twice as thick, filled with a dark red liquid swirling inside. That got me feeling weak for the whole day. The left arm still feels funny, a bit weak, but... but... I can't help but feel as if I'm in a horror sci-fi where humans get farmed for their blood.
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I received an SMS from Kevin - right after my Grade 8 exam - about him having a free pair of movie tickets for that night, two days ago. It was an apt time for him to send that message over - the exam had killed my mood for the day. Imagine having to adapt a piano score to an organ score on the spot - something I've never done before - and receiving your first aural test as a 5/4 piece. It was daylight murder. And along came a chance of saving the day from being a poorly one. I may not have enjoyed the day, but I enjoyed my time with him that night. The movie was sweet, and he was sweet as well. Meanwhile, school studies still take priority and no matter what result I'd get for my music exam, I'm still a student. I threw in two assignments before the due date - hip hip hurrah. And I found myself some more assignments that would be due by late December/January. Time to get to work. *cracks knuckles*
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I just got one of those fowarded emails and I'd thought I'd share it with you guys. Thing is, if some "technician" does call you and ask for a "test," first of all tell them, "You just called me, you still need me to press buttons?" Then after they try to convince you otherwise, just hang up..
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It so happened that my school campus was laid out on terrain that was anything but flat. There were buildings that were more-or-less level in height, but there was that one building which everyone has constantly described as being 'on top of the hill'. And who knew that the location of my school had, in the end, proved to be a lovely way for a flu to spread. I believe it started with one or two people who were ill - from the info-tech course, I bet. The spread was inevitable - everyone converges into everyone at the canteen during lunch time, aye? For my class, it started with our singer-students worrying over constricted throats. One of them suffered a sore throat and was out of action the next day. Then I was next in the line of victims. And it's been a miserable day at home. Distracted. A lack of work to do. Guilt - I really should've been in school instead of holing myself up at home. Lazy - my pounding headache told me that any attempt to move would result in dizzyness. May this illness cease soon! >.<
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.. school's back for another 19 days.....
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After waiting weeks to get an appointment, Shriners Hospital in Shreveport has finally called back saying I can get an appointment...... in April of '08. On the plus side, I've got an appointment with Schumpert Hospital saying that I can come in, get a physical and better referral for Shriners to use. Oh, I guess I kinda just jumped this on the people who are reading this and have no idea what's going on.. To my medical history! 1996- Breaks left leg in three places: Greenstick fracture on tibia's growth plate (later, this caused increased growth rate in tibia when this break healed), complete break on fibula and ankle1999- Open concussion from golf club, resulting in brain surgery (no relation to leg problem)2003- Surgery on left tibia inserted a screw into growth plate to slow down growth2007- Unexplained pain surrounding the surgery site on leg and the entire kneeSchumpert will help with pain medication until Shriners steps in to see what they can do. Now where's my cane/crutch...
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I AM NOT IN ANY WAY A FAN Putting that out there first of all. This is a news article in my area I found amusing. Seriously, people, don't -ever- buy tickets that high... That's just ridiculous spending that much. I'm dreading traffic the day of the concert......
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Is that a title of an old show?.. Anyway, my knee is getting more and more pain as we enter into the Winter or Fall season (mother nature can't decide quite yet what Louisiana's going to get in November). Changing seasons mess with peoples joints, particularly in elderly people. However, due to the incidents with my knee, it seems I can't escape the oncoming pain. More and more pain meds to down.... Shriners in Shreveport have helped me before with my knee surgery two years ago. I've tried to make another arrangement to meet with one of their doctors, but they haven't been responding. I'm probably going to have to go to my doctor after a while. Meh, pain is just wrong. Other than the pain of a thousand mallets hitting my knee, I am enjoying my car. I can finally say that I see why BMWs are such great for cars. I guess I can pull up some pics if people want to see the car. Imma go to bed now. Nighty night.
