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This is more of a mental note to myself than anything else, and more so as a self-note to stop wallowing in worry. 1) I got a call yesterday, and it came from the polytechnic. I qualified for the second diploma, and now have the choice of accepting the diploma or rejecting it. I've been ordered to accept it, and I'm interested in it. In short, I'm going to accept it. If all goes well and I balance my time properly, I may just graduate with two diplomas in my bag. Only if I properly handle my time. 2) I received an email that I've been accepted as a Peer Tutor (for... err... those students who lack that sound base in the English language) and will have to start devoting time to help them. The rewards are that not only have I done a good deed, I'm going to be rewarded with Co-Curriculum points and a testimonial for my portfolio. If I manage to juggle this along with the two diplomas. 3) I received yet another email, this time for the journalism workshop that took place today. I won't go into the details as the workshop, it was boring overall, but it did conclude that I was going to be part of a pioneer magazine that would circulate around the polytechnic upon its inaugural release, and I was under the department of 'Leisure and Entertainment'. I bet that I was placed there because of my course (Music is key in the entertainment world, and in my main diploma). True, my ears would be of different tuning and listening, but why did they dragoon me into a fad run and trend-setting department? I'd have honestly preferred to be an Aunt Agony or interview others. But, that was the editor's choice and not mine. I'm fine doing that. It allows me to slay those albums of top hits and filled with bottom-feeders, and let me make a good and proper say about music whereas other people merely listen out of words or a catchy phrase. This does not worry me much, because of its half-yearly production plan, but still... I must excel in what I do, even if it occurs every six months. To put it into a tally, I've got my main diploma, my second diploma, a position as a Peer Tutor and a Journalist/Music Critic all crammed into one year and they WILL bleed into the next. Ai-yi-yi....
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It really is demolished. Coming home from a church choir practice which I would no longer attend, my dad and I decided to see what had happened to our home. It was gone. In its place was this large bulldozer, and another behind it. The land that it was on was flat, showing that the rubble had been cleared. It looked so odd... an empty hole where a house used to stand. It looked so... sad. It was really gone, for good. But out of the mess, something really pretty will come. Something really pretty is, in my words, a really big room than our cramped up hole of a house that I'm in right now. I want this year to fly, fast! And, last and not least, if work does not kill me first, boredom will. I'm now somewhere short of a Spider Solitaire pro.
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Since I've gotten over my fever and done over 2 months of work in a week, I'm wanting to make myself more available. Here's my Gamercard for XBox Live: Grr, those images at the bottom of the card aren't showing up.. I play 360 games (7) and regular XBox games (2). Ghost Recon Advanced Warfighter 2Gears of WarNeed For Speed CarbonTony Hawk's Project 8NHL 2K6ChromehoundsHalo 2Star Wars Battlefront 2That's only 8, but one of the games is not supported by XBox Live. I'll be happy to play anytime I get the chance, but I might not even want to play so it just depends. Other than that, I'm a pretty fair player for XBox. Ask WaWa if you'd like, but I'd think he'd try to embarrass me . If you play RuneScape, my name is Family Guyce. I'm on the stronger side :wakeup2: . But some of you may beat me. I don't do Death Matches because it costs way too much money. If I have money, I'll play in the Duel Arena. I'll probably won't bet any money, but it's always nice to kill someone or be killed and not lose anything . So there you have it. Go crazy. Go nuts if necessary.
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Yet again, I'm stuck at home sick. I've got a 100.3 F (37.94 C) temperature. I believe the "battleground" is in my throat. My lymph nodes are shooting up with their size. That means the lymph nodes are getting the infection out of the blood to break down to infectious material and get rid of it, naturally. It's somewhat ironic too. I went out of town yesterday to Monroe, Louisiana, and I come back sick. Like the time I went to Lafayette for my Beta trip, now I went to Monroe for a NHS trip. Wow. I shouldn't go out of town anymore .
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In total shock, my eyes grew at the sight before me. My mother had a better reaction, though: She stepped out of the car and went to check it out. I'm talking about my old home, the two-storeyed fortress that is probably half-shattered in rubble by now. When we stopped the car outside the building, it was easy to see that some damage had been carried out before the diggers arrived. The garden was unrecognisable, littered with shattered glass and pieces of plaster and debris. The windows and doors were gone, and so was half the roof. While she checked out what was of the backyard, I went upstairs, sidestepping the roof tiles laid out on the carpeted stairway. I noticed that a lot of light was coming through the stairwell. When I looked up, I saw the gaping skylights. Wow. It was the stark realisation that part of my childhood was going to be demolished in a blink, and it had merely just started. I went to the bedroom, and it was in a bad state. Where my bed used to stand was a pile of dirt, shattered lights, and the frames of the window that I used to look out of if I found time on a weekend to stare at the sky. I didn't cry. The realisation that this house of sentiment was going did not bother me so much to that state. I was prepared for it, and it helped. All I had was a dropped jaw and muteness for the rest of the short walkaround in the old house, and my last time doing so. When I got back in the car, my mother was already waiting, and we left as the construction team moved in. To leave this sullen note, I have been accepted as a temporary staff at a bank, meant to assist in data conversion. I had been prepared for a tough office job, but this one topped my experience. I had never worked with a bank's entire databank before, but I have to do so for this one. Risky. But the pay is going to be good, a pay by the hour that's over two digits. (Ah... I forgot to ask them what was my pay. Ah well, the experience of working with a new programme and requirements will help me a lot more than the money would) and I had spent quite a bit over the past few weeks on lunches and a nasty burn by purchasing three CDs, two Enya albums and the Dreamgirls soundtrack. It's high time for me to don those work glasses and office wear, and get down to some serious business (*cough*) for three weeks, at least five hours a day and including a lunch break. Go me! (And I found my office shirts yesterday, if the reader remembers a past post in this blog.)
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Yeah, here is that problem I talked about in my last entry. You can obviously see that my view was obstructed and I had no other choice but to move past the white line to see for any traffic. The thing is that I actually made a complete stop before crossing the white line; then I moved up a bit to see. I was still counted off for doing that. There were more cars in the parking lot, and the brush is still brush. I'm guessing there's some sort of new law that requires all drivers to have x-ray vision to see past obstacles. If so, please notify me...... and the entire state of Louisiana.
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I was absolutely nervous when my email alert bleeped. I had asked my semester results to be mailed to me, but I was worried that it may not have been a good choice for my poor senses. But I shouldn't have worried. GPA: 3.94. I flipped. 4 As, and 4 Distinctions. I couldn't believe it. YAY!!!!!
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Well, I'm cleaning up a bit on my laptop today. I'm updating some programs that needed updating yadda, yadda. My laptop running slow, but when you mess with the "innerds" of a computer, it will move slow. I went to the DMV today. I went for my driver's license, of course. My word, there were some weird people in there. I walk in by myself and about a half of the crowd in there stared smack dab at me. I was thinking, "Do I have the Plague or something? Something in my teeth (even though my mouth was closed )?" It was just odd, really. Anyway, I was the 2nd to last person to get the road test. It wasn't hard at all. I got counted off for crossing the white line next to a stop sign. That was so wrong. I'll show you what it looked like if I can get an image made up. I'll wrap this up by saying I am now a certified driver of Louisiana . KIE, I suggest you buy a tank.. I'll be coming for you shortly (not really )...
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I might get it in the next few days. I'm not 100% positive though. It would be awesome if I did get it. I would want to bring my laptop to school and just stare at the new features . I would only want to get the Home Basic edition. That's all I want. The Ultimate costs way too much, I don't need the Home Premium, and the my computer is not for the Business edition. I had to run a Upgrade Advisor program to make sure it would be fine to upgrade the Microsoft Vista. I only have to uninstall one program I have never heard or seen on my laptop. It's not a virus or anything, it's just a program that came with the laptop when I got it and I haven't had a need for it. So, I'm basically in the clear to upgrade. I wonder if I will get it though. I don't think the stores would be selling the new Vistas if they still had bugs, and I wonder what it will be like if I get it .
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Laugh at me. Laugh! Two days from working in a bank as a part time job (And under a japanese boss), and I find myself with two pairs of office pants (add a third if I can discreetly disguise it) but no work shirts. And I just used up a good part of my savings today on a luxurious lunch of cream fettucine with mushrooms, italian soda and 2 wonderful dessert tapas - green tea ice cream and vanilla creme brulee, followed by a movie. (My good buddy burned her pocket with me, so I'm not going to complain.) But, no work shirts! Aaaah... *cue in panic music*
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Ok, I got a hard drive from Microsoft after 4 months or so along with a game. The hard drive is new and has not been used. I'll sell it for $100. This could be an eBay item . The game is called Kameo: Elements of Power, and like the hard drive, it's new and has not been opened. I'll sell for around $25. I'm not going to give it to GameStop, Best Buy, etc. because they'll knock down the price. If anyone is interested, you are paying for the shipping, and I have traded with Watashi Wa and Screenguy. Pm them if you have any doubts about me, hopefully not though >.< The Mudbugs played a new team called the Rocky Mountain Rages. So far they are the worst team in the league. They've lost all of their games. Ouch. We beat them, of course 5-4. Not that bad of a game unless you count the evil referees who don't know how to call a punch in the face.. Although, they did eject someone on the Rage team for pushing over the goalie to make a shot. He did make it, but due to the fact that he knocked him over, it didn't count. I'm hoping to hear good news from KIE's friend. Good to hear that she still has motor skills though.
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Come this Saturday, the 7th day of the New Year, it's Everybody's Birthday! No, seriously. Chinese New Year comes with a few more days to celebrate than just the New Year's Day. There's also the Valentine's Day at the last day, there's tomorrow, there's... I believe there's a moon-related something too. Then again, to celebrate all these days in serious fashion, one has to rewind time all the way back to the times before the big AD, before 100 BC, way way back. You'd be swamped to the extremes of gorging, merry-making and firecrackers! Ah well. Happy Birthday, Everybody! Lo Hei all around!
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*GONG!* Happy Chinese New Year! In advance. I want to get this in just in case I'm too busy on the actual day to greet you all. It's the eve of the new year, and it's not just for people of my race to celebrate. If you guys still have any New Year Resolutions you couldn't make on January the First, make them on Sunday! It is, technically, a New Year too. So, off I go to see if I can help in the last-minute preparations for my household and myself. I may disappear for a while too, because we'll be house-hopping. And, woe is me, I realised that all my shoes were packed off to the warehouse. I'm not going to see or wear them for a year! All my nine pairs of shoes! Oh dear.
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I didn't do much today, except to counsel 2 young boys on how to get into my course. My lecturer stole the rest of the 'customers'. No flowers, chocolates, hearts, nadda. But it fine. I'm more hyped about Chinese New Year! I even got my blog ready for it! I wonder if any of the members here can send me red packets online... heh, nevermind. On another note, don't ask me how inspiration came, but a few nights ago I contemplated on the Toa Nuva. For some odd reason, Tahu Nuva was my choice. I ended up with a blurb of a short story about Tahu - with a less-known (maybe recognised, but not so recognised by us 'criminalizing' fans) side to his flaming personality. I won't hassle the poor Short Story Critics. Yet. I'll let them breathe first, then pass it their way. They're literally smothered, but I'm sure they can handle it. Link? Unfortunately, inspiration didn't hit me for the story title. Will contemplate changing it: Fire and Ice Meanwhile, I'm still on the prowl for interviewees. *heads over to search*
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Believe me when I say that I only remembered such a thing as 'Valentine's Day' existed as of yesterday. That wasn't really on my mind. I have no relations that tie in with Valentine's Day, and the hearts and roses never really did interest me, and still don't at this point in time. I'm not saying that this is permanent, however. Meanwhile, I'm more pumped up for Chinese New Year. There's going to be some serious gorging to do, and money to collect. It's going to be the season of red - for prosperity and good fortune/luck instead of love. And money-making. So. How are you going to spend the Wednesday and Sunday of this week? Yes, this blog post is (almost) pointless. Just to see your reactions. (On a sidenote, today I'll eliminate all those waiting orders and get that interview settled. Writers, be up and about! My eyes are peeled for candidates!)
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I really do mean that. I found out today that Lucky has a sweet tooth. No wonder his teeth were going beyond gone! I discovered this when I had a better look at his food bowl. I found grains of sugar all over his chicken. He downed them all at an alarming rate. It was a relief to see him back at his eating self after a spate of apathy towards eating, but this was the reason that contributed to his weight problem. He's now overweight. Lucky, sugar puppy, if you weren't so 'dumb', you should've least prompted me about your diet! Meh, safe to say, I'm disturbed. Hence I blogged.
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Yeah really. I thought I wasn't going to get any presents from my parents since they want to save for a car. To my surprise, I actually got a digital camera package thing. Cost around $500 total (tax included). Anyway, it's awesome. I don't think I'll be going to the DMV tomorrow. I'm fine though. It really doesn't bother me at all. Well, tomorrow should hopefully be better. Wish me a good birthday, I command you!
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Beware! I will be turning 16 on the 7th. Yay for me . Apparently, my parents still think I'm not even ready for the driving test. I'm think I'm ready. Seriously, if you drive 10 times within the past 5 days, you'd think someone would have alot of practice and be ready for the test. But it seems as if I'm in that .1% exception, according to my parents. I seriously think I'm not going to get anything for my birthday, since my parents probably won't take me to the DMV. Heh, I'm fine. Something is going to happen, I don't know what though. :wakeup2: Edit: I just got a card from my aunt, she sent $20 . By the way, my English teacher didn't say anything about the quiz. I'm hoping that is a good sign.
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As the wind drifts through the garden, Stroking the leaves and blades in tow They were waving at me, it seemed It was time for a farewell. A place of familiarity, a place of warmth A place of solace on the swing in lamplight Quiet and privacy offered everyday From dawn to dusk, and back to daylight It all would fade away And the family would have to move Abandon their home For a less greener pasture But I know one day, New soil brings new blades The trees will leaf once more On the old land, but a new fortress I know one day I'll return back home The blades and leaves will wave And it would be time for a warm welcome home. Never trust last-minute poetry/prose. But, yes, tomorrow's Moving Day. Today, I had the luxury of walking through the house, and trying to bring back some memories - well, before my grandmother dragged me to help her with the last minute packing-labelling-storing-naming-checking-whatevering. The house that stands its last day today is rumoured (or factually known) to be over half a century old. Apparently, the area was close to sea - I spied some mangrove plants still thriving on hard soil nearby - until the British came and did some land reclamation of their own. It was pig farming area for a while, and then converted into private residential area. My mother claimed that she dreamed of this house, a house of whitewash and black pillars with a yawning garden, to be her new home while she bore my twin sister and me in her womb. My parents bought the house and had us in the private hospital just behind the house. It has been blustery (blustery, blustery, ooh what a fun word) these past few weeks, and all the better to sit on the swing and watch the grass whip and move like an undulating sea of green. I remembered running in the garden when I was a toddler. I remembered watching the fireflights crowd around the lamp when I was a young girl. I remembered taking leisurely walks in the garden, just to find some peace, when I hit my turbulent youth. I remembered taking Lucky on his first walk as a puppy - in the garden. And now it had come to this. Everything was going to be demolished. The old familiar walls would soon go. I would hate to see it go. Then again, the thought of a larger room to myself (and my twin) and a larger home sounded very enticing. But, arhh... it just wouldn't be the same. Ah well. And, oh yes, a shoutout to the Epic Critics: As expected, no Internet connection would be available except on special occasions back in school. When it's up, I'll come back. Meanwhile, keep reviewing! May this one year of change fly fast! I can't wait for this whole ordeal to be over.
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Super Bowl Sunday is coming up! I can't wait for the game, good ol' crawfish will be served at my house . Mardi Gras is coming up too. I love this time of year. Super Bowl is kinda going to be boring, except for those who live near the Colts or Bears. Alot of Northern Louisiana favor is going to Peyton Manning. I'm somewhat rooting for him myself. But the commercials are going to be funny like any other Super Bowl. That's the highlight of the game for me. CBS is anticipating the commercials it is to air during the Super Bowl at an average price of $ 2.6 million per thirty-seconds. That's a load of money. That is alot of people watching the game. Well, I wonder how this game will turn up. And I would like to see votes for rating! Nargh!
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He poked his friend's leg and pointed at the girl at the back of the classroom, just nearby. "<dd>'s wearing a skirt!" I don't know if it's a trend to pick on girls that finally come to acknowledge their gender or something, but it seemed to be the case for me. I was a jean-dresser, and still am. It was the fact that I had been poked at by several classmates of similar gender to wear a skirt for graduation day - which is still lightyears away - and one had particularly stated that it had to be a mini-skirt. I decided that I was not going to wait so long for Humiliation Day. So, today, on the last day of school and co-incidently a presentation day, I wore a skirt. This skirt was a clever skirt. It was not a short one. In fact, it resembled black cargo pants if one never paid attention. I think that's what everyone thought it was at first. Until my good buddy pointed out the sudden apparel change to another classmate - a loudspeaker classmate. He announced it to a half-filled computer lab. The fellow girls went into a moment of 'poke-<dd>-coz-she's-wearing-a-skirt' and 'quick-where's-the-camera', which left me close to blushing. Thank goodness it was a half-full capacity at that point in time! When the other students arrived, presentation took over and it was with relief that I went to hide. Until aforementioned Loudspeaker whispered to his late-comer friend that I was wearing a skirt. He stared and murmured something along a miracle happening. Five more people knew I was wearing a skirt before the class ended. I went straight home after the event. But, I dare question, why all this hulaboo over a skirt?!
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Sing? Me? Sing? No-siree and no way. I have a knack of going off-tune, flatting and sharpening keys and doing who-knows-what in breathing. But, that doesn't seem to faze my classmates. Lemme give the low-down. I assisted my good buddy in her assignment to be the voice actress - making my voice go squeaky and 'cute', much like a plush animal talking. She would edit wherever necessary and produce it as her final product. So I did. I had always played with my sisters with that animated voice and a soft toy in hand. It was no sweat, acting like a tiny girl on sugar (The song was called Drinking A Can of Sugar) and merely going 'Whee!', 'Hee-hee!', and all sorts of random quirks. After that, I left her to her editing. It sounded hilarious. Absolutely hilarious. I never banked that she would let my lecturer and 'professional' classmates hear my squeaking! And they liked it! And they say my voice could go into singing! I think they thought I was singing in that track. Someone drop me on Voya Nui, or better, that Barraki Pit. Now!
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I have successfully completed ALL my assignments - all those music-composition assignments that chased me up, down, and all over the walls and ceiling - they. are. COMPLETED! Furthermore, I honed my prowess in HTML reading - a good friend of mine mentioned upon prompt that her blog was so dismally plain that she had long ago discarded it. Upon resurrecting it, I assisted her in giving it a total makeover -picture slideshow, music clip of her own music (how awesome is that?) - under an hour. She has finally updated it, and owns it with a little more pride. I ponder if I should do the same - featuring my own music. But, I don't know if any are worthy for public ears. But! - putting everything else aside, I'm happy. With the holidays coming with some fun activities lined up (Peer mentor interview, a Transformer fic contest, Epic Contest #6, the first journalist meeting I'll ever attend), I seriously can't wait for school to end!
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<dd> ain't so sad anymore. That's 'cause <dd> got company. In the morning, my twin sis came home, sick with fever and a raspy throat. She conked out, but it did mean that I was no longer alone at home. That meant we could compare and take our medicine together. 'Tis a pity I have to go back to poly tomorrow (and for a study-bug like me, that's a strange thing to hear from me), otherwise my sis may feel better and we can watch a DVD tomorrow or spoil our puppy Lucky rotten. Ah well. The good thing is that I do feel better today. The illness must be wearing off faster than I thought. I just can't wait to see who else got the flu bug. Some classmates queried me last night of my disappearance. Even the teachers were roused by the absence of one student. That's the end of my home-confinement days. Tomorrow, back to school - and my patiently-waiting assignments.
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Warning: Bragging up ahead Ye've been warned. Today's a good day. Today, I got richer. My grandmother shoved me the job of packing all my Bionicle sets up in preparations of the Big Move to a temporary home while my current house gets a total overhaul. While looking for stray pieces (and I found myself in an MOCist's dreamland) in the set boxes, I shook my Boggorak case. There was a familiar rattle. Unscrewing the cap off, I discovered a horde (mind the pun) of coins and notes in the box. Then, I remembered. It was after a good while of saving last year, and a narrow shave from my brother who tried to pilfer my piggy bank, it was decided that I would split up my money and hide them. What better hiding places were there than empty Bionicle set boxes? I wanted to shake the entire box, but it took a procedure of shaking the last remaining ten boxes to reveal a wealthy stash of money, with two fifty-dollar notes in the loot. I was happy. Then, mail that I had been waiting for (ever so patiently) arrived. In a large brown envelope were two certificates and a letter of congratulations - and two cheques of two hundred quid each. So, I guess I can prove my folks wrong. They discouraged me to write, but my writings brought in money and pride for members of the family who knew of the good news. Now... what am I going to do with it?
