Search the Community
Showing results for tags 'reality'.
-
I took the train down to the airport to pick up my twin sis. She returned from a school literature trip in England - and I could not wait to hear what news she had to bring. When she finally came down, she was one of the last few to collect her bags. The teachers gave a de-brief, and she was one of the first few who walked out of the arrival area. You could imagine what she had to face when, after a long flight from Europe to Asia, she had to endure a heavy glomp from her not-so-light sister. She didn't suffer from jet lag, so she told me lots. She watched 'Spamalot', and it was hilarious. A few descriptions were good enough to get the jokes in the story. She witnessed the horse and the horsemen train for the Queen's Birthday Parade - and even took a video from her camera. There were at least fifty of those men, high, smart and dapper, on their even more dapper horses with arched necks, trotting across the street in sync. She went to Bath - and did not go to see the Roman baths. All because of a four pound fee. There was shopping, and she bought a Harrod's bear because it was cute, and had magnetic paws and a magnetic face! It was for playing 'Peek-A-Boo'. The funniest one of them all - she had fish and chips there with the schoolmates - by the wharf. The seagulls that were there hovered around, perching at the nearest buildings and staring - staring - at the students' meals. Having enough of the glares, the group took the initiative to scout around the area, and found a proper spot where there were no buildings nearby. The gulls never had a chance. All right, that was the 'coming'. For the 'going'. <dd> may be headed to the US. There was the PolyForum event, but I was rejected because I missed the interview (and the story behind that is gruesome and extremely nasty) - but this was a way better idea. It helps that I got a school scholarship that nearly halved the fee, AND both parents are so keen on my going that they want to hop onto the band wagon. That's it for me from now. Oh, is there any Bionicle-related event occuring in the US between 28th August to 6th September?
-
GAAH! Just when I thought I could ask Omi a little earlier about pirate cosplay advice, my players landed the bomb on me: We were definitely going out in garb - tomorrow. The Pirates of the Carribean Medley is going out in full force. Today was the sound practice and everyone got a nice shock to hear the Port Royale theme filtering through the speakers. There were cheers and hoots. So, to keep things up, we decided to cosplay. The closest character I resembled was Will Turner. However, going as a bucaneering buddie was fine enough for me. I found me a white top, somewhat striped in black, with a black sleeveless on the inside. I found three belts, but none of them fit the pirate theme of a belt strap going from shoulder to hip. And all I found for head gear was a blue-white-tie-dye bandana. I hope the garb actually works out on the day itself. If it doesn't, well, we rum-drinking pirates would do a little jig with the music we play.
-
Gonna be out May 27-May 30. I'm heading up to Eureka Springs, Arkansas for... I have absolutely no clue. Think Cancun would be a good vacation spot too?..
-
Act 1: It started when I stepped out of the girls' bedroom last Friday. I had barely closed the door behind me when something tapped against my leg, and landed on a pile of boxes next to the door. I had a better look at it - and jumped back in shock. It was a cockroach. I stepped back. My other sister, however, had a better reaction - she screamed and shut herself in the master bedroom. I looked for something to kill that roach with, but before I could grab the letter knife the roach ran away - and I had my back turned to it when it vanished. It decided to tick me off. When I went to fetch prints from the printer, my foot landed on something small and skittly, as it skittled from under my foot and back into hiding. And I knew what it was - and quickly washed my feet. Act 2: The next night, I headed to the bathroom to wash up - and found the roach next to the watercloset. I did a double-take, grabbed the nearest aerosol can and sprayed the insect. It scampered away. I checked the aerosol can - hair spray. So the roach lived another night. Act 3: Three nights went by without the roach in sight. But, if I said only three nights, then what happened on the fourth night? My little sister came into the room, all but slammed the door and looked at me. The cockroach struck again - and returned to its place near the door. I stepped out, and indeed it was there. I felt very brave, foolishly brave, enough to snip off its feelers or something, but my other sister - who unfortunately came on scene - was too frightened. Another aerosol can was found and I sprayed a breath of lavender air freshener on the cockroach. It hid behind the clock. Finale: There and then, I had enough. Air freshener aside, I asked for the insect spray. I began flushing out the cabinet, clock and junk pile by the door's side. The spray combed under, behind and through the stack. When I reached a corner of the junk pile, the cockroach shot out. My sister screeched and jumped on top of a box, while I pursued it to the stairs. One more spray enveloped the pest, and it had enough. Before my eyes, it committed suicide - by running off the edge of the stairs. I could not find the roach's body on the first floor of the house, but I was pretty sure the Roach Saga had finally ended. And no more screaming from my sisters. Thank goodness.
-
If you could guess, on a tiny island, anybody would know anybody. I met with my parent's good old friend who orginated from UK, but now lived in US (Boston). But, he used to live in the country and he and my parents would have extreme eating sessions. He liked curry fish head. So did I. So, when he finally returned to this country of office, my mother whisked him to eat one of his favourite dishes. Wouldn't you know it, I followed along to - to see if this friend of my mother's is worth to curry flavour with. Ignore the pun. So, we three walked into a teeming Indian eatery famed for its curry fish head, and when we sat down three banana leaves were placed on the table, and we ordered our drinks. It was interesting to see this business (most likely a family-run business) operate. Someone would come with the sauce and vegetable mixes, pour it on your banana leaf. Nasi brani - fried yellow rice - followed soon after, and chicken curry was added to the rice. A basket of Indian crisps was nearby just in case the guests were peckish. We sampled the sauce and veggies with these crisps, and then the curry-mixed rice. If you weren't an Indian, I'd pity you for the good food you were missing. But, you had to eat with your hands - or rather, your right hand. You all should know of this habit of culture, so need I say more? I was very sloppy, however. I have never eaten rice with my hand before, so my fingers were slicked in tumeric-infused scent and oil. When the curry fish head came, I was surprised. There was a problem. How was I to eat squishy, slick fish meat with my hand? I tried wrapping it with rice, but the rice dropped off, so I had to handle hot fish. My mum and her foreign friend, however, were eating and tucking away at a much faster rate as I. To top it all off, I was breaking into a sweat because of the curry. I managed to survive the first fifteen minutes. After that, my mouth turned into a sweltering stove and I was wiping off sweat with my napkin. But it was worth it. The food was good.
-
A good friend of Mum's was chosen for a makeover on this lady-talkshow - and timely on the same episode about fashion. Mum went, and I followed her. I don't think I should've. I finally understood why people say that 'if you're in fashion, you're glamarous - or you're insane'. It was something like the Tyra Banks Show - just with a smaller capacity of audience. The wonders of camera angles from six cameras made our thirty-odd audience look like the whole studio's entire capacity. And an hour-long show took more than three hours to shoot - mainly because of breaks, re-shooting, technical difficulties and delays of the production crew's ability to assess the footage. But, it was informative, I had to admit. They tried to tell us, generally, what was 'in' and what wasn't. I determined, there and then, that I was fashion-blind, or I was in a fashion world of my own. They had Jimmy Choo's there that irked me, but they gushed that it was too cute to be true. But the main highlight was my mum's friend's makeover, right? She was transformed far from recognition! I was literally surprised when she stepped onto the set. The jeans-and-white-tee wearer was in a red dress, with an onyx stone necklace draped on her neck and a large red waist-belt. She looked like someone in her 40s, which was biologically correct, but she looked loud in her outfit. While the A-team talked about her transformation, I looked at that dress. I remembered that dress from somewhere. Then it struck me. I remember watching some red carpet procession at Hong Kong's movie awards. One of the movie awards, anyway. Can't remember which. An actress was wearing the same coloured dress as Mum's friend, and/or vice versa. I thought I had been fooled. If this makes the ordinary folk look like the celebrities, we wouldn't be pursuing the perfection of fashion. We'd be chasing each other. To end off this rant, I won a bottle of Merdoc wine today - at the show. All I had to do was to listen to someone humming the tune of Outkast's Hey Ya and identify it. Mum's Day Gift: Acquired and given.
-
Part 2, ladies and gentlemen, and we are in full swing. Rehearsals for the concert have begun, and we are in slick motion. The trio keyboard ensemble was created quickly and we headed off once the group was made. The Pirates of the Carribean Medley has been composed on the spot - just a simple glue-in of Jack Sparrow, Davy Jones, and a few nice tidbits from the first movie. All in the name to promote the third installment that comes out two days after the concert and remind the graduates of a way to celebrate. Problems arose and were quickly fixed. We're doing a techno remix of the Medley, but Davy Jones is starting in its triple-simple timing glory, the organ bass and counter melody being provided by yours truly. My good friends will support the lead melody. Jack Sparrow and the rest would be done with a disco robot doing something wacky to the keyboard. And we were thinking of cosplaying too - or at least I'm thinking about that. One of my pals could go off as Jack Sparrow, the other as Elizabeth Swann, and my short hair would've opted me as Will Turner. Cosplay or not, it promises to be something... interesting. I'd think Hans Zimmer would have our heads for mauling his works. Let's hope the act can still keep together - and impress our lecturers. Otherwise, it'd be scrapped! Gosh no! On another note - The Epic Critics Club has been moved! Update your links, please!
-
Credit a DJ for his hard work the next time you enter a club. They have a hard job. Joining the CCA just proved how hard it could get. For at least three weeks in the course, I’ve been the under-performer from the DJ class. I could throw in the pitch on the dot, but pairing the same instrumental together was too tough for me. When I stood up and heard very few skips in the piece, my mind blanked out. What was the difference? Was the edited piece faster, or slower? How do I change it? What if I don’t get it? What if I stand here for hours and never get to it? There is some correct answer, but where? I never touched the essential pitch button. The DJ tutor looked down right dark. So, at the lesson where two different beats had to be mixed together, he looked at each of us and told us what we had to do. For me – “I don’t know how you’re going to do it, but you had better get your act together today.” I was sober the whole lesson – different from lessons with light-hearted chatter and thumping hip hop music that sounded better than what the radios churned out – and I anticipated a very painful downfall. Maybe I should pull out from the DJ lesson. I had the capacity and ability too. I’d be taking away a skill but I won’t be a master of it. I had other activities to pull up precious university-booster CCA points. But… I was already one year into this pioneer CCA club. I had a lot of opportunities open for me to get a leadership role and pull in more CCA points - way loads more. However, I haven’t been performing. The tutor was right. I had better get my act together today or else I’d be gone. This was the hardest part of being a DJ, the tutor started. Putting two different beats together was all a DJ did to get the money and reputation. How well he did it and how he shows his style while doing it is the difference. It’s just the matter if anyone could catch the gist today. The first classmate went up – and went totally lost. The second one followed – and she was fretting until she forgot where her headphones were. And next up was the failure, me. I slowly started, and repeated the mental plan in my head: Just listen for the first and third beat. Get those two together. You’d do fine. Slow, and steady. A little will-power. Somehow, someway, I did it. I pitched and ran the vinyls together, but somehow, everything started to click into place. I pitched until the vinyl ran around more than once, but the tutor and students were in a friendly discussion about which city housed the coolest scene, and the difference between house DJ and hip hop DJ. So when I threw it out into the open, the tutor was suddenly all ears. “You’re nearly there. A little bit more.” I pressed the vinyl forward a few beats, and it matched. Perfectly. He looked at me. “You playing me? (You) Can’t pitch (the) same beat, but can pitch two different beats?” My face flushed and I breathed a great sigh of relief. The tutor thought I broke down, and we all laughed at the achievement of the underdog. The fourth student and last student managed to pitch well, and the tutor seemed in a good mood as he ended class. I don’t think I’ll be putting away the DJ Club shirt. I’ve gotta start looking for DJ turntables and a mixer.
-
Many tourists come to my little home, and leave after seeing every single thing in the tourist map and being the least impressed, along with a nasty sunburn from wearing khaki shorts and Hawaiian-shirts. They often miss out on one feature that we have and America doesn't have - a night market. No, really. Of all markets, this is the oddest one of them all. The pasar malam (Go look up the Wiki.) is a special occurence. One just opened near my grandma's home - today being Saturday - so I popped in there after finishing some serious storyboarding. Unfortunately, the Wiki leaves out a lot of details that truly makes this unique. Let me tell something to you. I got a correction tape dispenser - 16 metres of it (or so the label said.) and with a refill - for a dollar. That's... US$0.65 and UK 0.32 pounds (I can't find the pound sign. Drat it.) Way cheaper than the school bookstore, and useable. The market boasted many many things - so much that a tourist could buy back to hometown, and be a lot cheaper than the supermarket. Even a cane! (The kind for punishment, ya know. But, no one really uses that... right? Oh, they use the back-scratching kind!) Shirts went at $6 (US 3.95), there were household goods going cheaper than that, there was a LOT of food - shark's fin soup at $2 (US 1.32) that had more soup, less fin - and 'instant keychains' where the stallholders saw plastic and polyester, layer it and give you a custom keychain in 5 minutes. There was a palm reader who sang Hokkien karaoke songs (and got a lot of attention), kiddie rides and toys, and I must not forget the array of jeans that were going at $10 (US 6.60). I didn't buy any, though. The goal of this night market, as one could guess, was to bring goods that were well-affordable to the citizens that lived near the market - and a lot of people were there. A crowd gathered around the palm-reader, the food-stalls (especially the takoyaki stall) had queues and greedy children in shorts and slippers peering at burgers, sausages, kueh (look up Wiki) and ice cream. Housewives grabbed their wallets and purchased replacements of their frying utensils, the little boy's bolster, a few fruits for home, so on and so forth. But, this doesn't just happen anywhere, right? It takes my pick as a possible tourist destination if anyone came over here - but please don't by the remastered CDs. They may be cheaper than the originals, but their audio quality sucks. Rant, rant, rant. Rant over.
-
And all the while, I've been going in circles and losing my focus... The Black Parade filled my head. I apologize, but the view counter got me all excited! Three thousand views and counting! The numbers may seem small, but it made my tired day happy. (Tired - a day at school of note-taking, going out to assist friend in a dire shopping trip and help for assignments and weathering through a cacophanic thunderstorm, worrying about my poor dog that would be beyond petrification.) And I've got a large portion of my weekly responsibilities taken care of. A major leap for the week, and hopefully I would emerge as a survivor... Oh my head... MCR... oh my head... By the way, can anyone quickly pass me a few titles of albums that you consider recent and rocking? I am very outdated.
-
I have good reason to panic. You see, this is the month where a really big performance is going to happen. Our entire music course has been roped in to perform at the Graduation Concert - not a formal concert, but a background music crew as everyone eats cheap tidbits catered free to the participants and everyone takes photos of their classmates in graduation garb, yadda and dadda. They forget what goes on behind the scenes. Our cohort is the only cohort creating gigs for this performance. One band alone cannot play for at least 3 hours straight. We only have less than three weeks to performance day, and everybody is, surprisingly, sitting on a hammock and waiting for things to happen. Or, a lot who were going to help me ended up lazing around in the studio room while the other room was cranking something from Chris Daughtry. (Which reminds me. Has anyone seen Crankenstein of late?) I am tied into two groups. One group is a confirmed duet. I'd be on the keyboard, my good friend on the mic singing. We're not ashamed to put ourselves on the 'solo-gungho' firing line. Song of choice: 'Listen to your Heart' by D.H.T, ballad version. No sweat. Just got to practise, and transpose the keyboard settings. It's the second group that's got me jumpy. I'm part of a (currently) three-girl-show doing a daring 'Pirates of the Carribean' Medley. It's perfect for the concert - the show premieres two days after the concert. It is also very dangerous to perform, as it is prone to many, many mistakes. So when no one turned up to practise for that piece, I was left alone to tinkle 'Davy Jones' and pound 'Davy Jones' on the keyboard - and attempt to string pieces from the first movie and second movie together. So when the lecturer came in to find me alone, he was not pleased, but there was little I could do. But there's hope! I have been scheming of a sure-fire way to save this band: We're grabbing seniors to assist where possible, because experience ultimately benefits everyone, no? That, and I'm going to be a merciless Vahki and ensure that practice sessions are not wasted. Other than that, some freeware attack occurred right after I posted the BotW post in this blog. It killed my laptop for a full day straight, and I don't know how stable this lappie is now.
-
...student. Today, I just realised how I was seen in the lecturer's eyes. It was enlightening! I'm going to apply for a scholarship in the polytechnic and hopefully lighten the family's financial burden (no thanks to the home renovation and taxes). Part of the scholarship application form needed, as you could guess, recommendations and comments from lecturers about the student. So, with another interested candidate and I, we did Plan Infiltration - we barged into our lecturers' classes in sync (how nasty) to get the form filled and handed in on the same day we got it. It was a lucky thing that they didn't disapprove of our hasty tactics. They gave the juniors a break and filled up the forms. It's true that they needed to paint a rosy picture, but never had I expected words as 'polite', 'enthusiastic' and, argh, 'hard-working'. And I asked them later if they were really holding a paintbrush to the paper. They weren't. It's those kind of perks that make you glad you're a student. A true die-hard 'hard-working' and (over)'enthusiastic' student. All right, to that Peer Mentor class. Time for me to meet my own students! Ha!
-
Last night, the big storm passed by. I wish it could have came by sooner. I didn't get as much sleep as I wanted to. Lightning and thunder kept making my dogs (2) go nuts. The lightning looked like it was in my front yard. Kinda like the movie War of the Worlds where the lightning would keep hitting the same spot like 23 times or something. The thunder was LOUD. I thought somebody was using their bass speakers in my front yard. No tornadoes around here, though it was pretty windy. Good thing to see rain again, the ground has not seen much of it lately .
-
Another storm is about to hit Shreveport. I can't wait .
-
Now I can wear two Critic Caps. I'm an Epic Critic here. But now, for my school's magazine, I'm one of its two music critics. Absolutely cool. I'm now reviewing 'Dreamgirls' for it's 'Soundtrack' section. It's a fantastic album, sound quality wise and some lovely songs that can be pulled out of the movie context and applied to life! But some tracks really need you to have the movie's knowledge in your head or else you'd be facing a turn-off. I just need one more album. I'm doing critically-slammed 'Black Parade' by MCR and see what it does to me. I don't know about doing Josh Groban's 'Awake'. I love that album, but the crowd may not. Ignore the strange rambling. I got to touch up that review.
-
The first thing I said into the mic was, "Mic test, mic test." Typical of an audio technology student, after the first mic failed me with a dead battery. The sea of students before me looked at me with lazy eyes. "Are you guys asleep?" I was invited back to to my alma mater as a guest speaker for its Career Fair 2007. Other panel members were a Tiffany and Christina, Steffi and Clarissa. These students were all from junior college. I was the only student from polytechnic. The last panel member only counted to a certain extent. Hazel was already in university, having progressed from polytechnic. The people from JC (junior college) had been ranting on and on, going too far. It could not compare to the two-party conversation the SMU [unimportant term] students had, but still, it was long. The girls were nodding off. I had to boost the crowd. Somehow. "Okay, okay. I have to tell you something first. What your teacher said just now is totally true." That got the girls up. Their teacher being complimented by an ex-girl is something. "Let me tell something to you." I related to them that during the Career Fair my cohort went through, I found the current course I was doing - Music and Audio Technology. I told them that it was a driving goal that set me from super-slacker to study-girl. I got in, with marks that were on the dot. I took the opportunity related one important fact: Polytechnics are doing something very funny with their cutoff points. They're making them lower, and lower and lower so you've got to work hard or else you can't get to JC, or poly, or go anywhere. [There was a fact that better students were taking places meant for weaker students, giving the weaker ones no chance at an education university. It's not anyone's fault that everyone wants to be some gaming legend or music talent, right?] "For my diploma, out of 40 available places, 200 applicants applied. The rest were turned away." There were sounds of shock from the girls. Maybe they didn't expect such competition for the courses. Now, for the tickle. "Yeahyeahyeah, really!" The entire cohort burst into laughter. Great. I got the show on the road. "But, moral of the story is: You cannot just study hard for your O Levels [the second major exam you take, the one before you go to college. SATS, right?]. In poly, it's not a place to play. I know [that] for my music course, you got guitars and shred-shred-shred, got piano and jam-jam-jam. No. We jam hard. We jam to do assignments, compose pieces and pull our hair out." That got the crowd going. Some girls burst into great laughter. "So, you have to study hard, throughout. "So I worked hard in my diploma. I don't want to sound... snobbish... but..." Now here's the tricky bit. To say or not to say? To motivate and do an ego-booster, or let them sleep on? Aw, if I can do it, I'll just do it! "I'm second in my cohort." The rousing 'Wha...' from the audience. "And if I keep it up, I may get a 9-week all-paid trip to study in MIT." That being Massacheusetts Institute of Technology. The 'Wha...' resounded again. The underlining story? Poly has its perks. "So, wherever you go, just do this: Work hard. Play hard. Study smart and that's all I have to say." While other girls took 10 minutes to explain why they chose JC, I rounded up mine in the given five minutes. And no, I was self-trained to be an entertainer. I knew it was worth it. The cheers and comments of 'she was so funny!!' proved it.
-
I have two things to be relieved about. Firstly, the co-curricular activity (CCA) project has been cleared. With direction, we managed to solve the problem just today! I spent my entire day on the laptop and finally came up with the solution, and insurance. Insurance. Secondly, my holidays have come to an end. Tomorrow, I finally return to a NORMAL life: Lectures, tutorials and a lot of music-playing and composing. What I accomplished over the holidays were, surprisingly, satisfying: I earned me my returns in expenses throughout the holidays (about $500 was earned during those 3 weeks of part time work, more than enough to compensate I hope), I tinkered around my musical instrument more than I used to, Lucky and I are better buddies, I kept my weight on a constant level, AND I managed to relax to boredom during the first weeks of the holidays. I almost forgot what a school life was. And here it comes, like a heavy slap from a fish. Well, gotta sleep early for the big day tomorrow. I do wonder what it has in store for me. The module named 'Performance' looks foreboding.
-
So that was why they made me person-in-charge of Publicity's stunt in Co-Curricular Activity Week. To make me suffer for the brunt of problems coming from the higher-ups. A day away from the deadline, and everything went haywire and crosswire. The previous day, I met up with the other member whom I assigned Poster duty, and we both hand-drew three posters and took up the whole day doing so, in the process nicking my wrist with a blade that was unlawfully placed in the open, having a bit of a tear-fall because of the pain and the stress of completing them before evening. They were all rejected. They were too small, materials too expensive (that means no reimbursement) and all that kind of words from the main committee. I wasn't there at the meeting - couldn't because of another project I had to do for Creative Arts Ministry. And the burn of leadership comes here. A concerned member - one of very few concerned members - has provided solutions. Thank goodness for him. It's a no-brainer that we all would be in deep trouble if this isn't solved tonight, acted out tomorrow, and touched up by Monday. Save for a lot of hindrances that are coming in the way. Someone stop pinching on Tahu being hot-headed and high-almighty because he's leader. (I don't know why some of us do that, but we do) Being a (sub -)leader involves burn, and a lot more than just the heated kind. Spending a lot of your time, effort and thought on the project. If higher-ups don't like it, watch it all melt down the drain. You can't sit in the after-burn. You have to get up first, then pull your other members (willing or unwilling) up. (Most of them are unwilling.) It sucks. But I'm alive. Little else I can do but to fix up things, and fix them fast. Then I shouldn't be here and be elsewhere. *scoots away*
-
You all know that the automatic function in cars is, by far, the most common type of gear found in the car. There used to be the manual setting too. I bet all of us remember that. Do you know that the manual setting is safer, much safer, than the automatic settings? If you're driving at 160 km/h, or about 100 miles per hour, and you need to slam the brake, this could have two consequences. In an automatic setting, the gear-box would immediately jam, and you'd be in a very bad fix. In a manual setting, however, you can play with your gear settings, slow down your car and get out of the way as fast as you can. This tidbit of knowledge came from my friend's driver, who happened to be an ex F1 racer in our local circuit. He joined the Grand Prix club and played and toyed with as many cars as he liked - from Coopers to the average sedan. He even raced with a local F1 star in battles - the winner gets the opponent's car. Now he drives as a chauffeur (sp?), but what he learnt in his cowboy days still rang true. So, when I get to the age of legal license acquiring, I'll ask if I can break into the manual settings. By the way... Happy Friday the Thirteenth!
-
Pictures speak a thousand words. I found a particular picture that carried two. A good hint: This was found in the hospital. The answer? Fall precaution.
-
One more week. One more week of these boring, miserable holidays and I'm going back to school and getting on with a life. But, it's rare that one can wake up late in the morning, not worrying about being late, and enjoying some lukewarm Chinese tea while reading up and working on reviews. It's all for a good mood - rare to come by once poly kick-starts. It's good time to percolate on what one did the previous week, and to see if there's anything more to do for the current week. But my brain is not a formulated calender that's flawless. Finicky funny function. I guess, if there would be anything I'd miss from these holidays, it would be the late mornings, because who hates an early morning? Unless it's to watch the sunrise, I don't think anybody does. This week looks like a slacked and lazy week to me. And what is there to do... Maybe go visit my grandma in hospital? She's been ever-so-bad since cancer took hold of her lungs, and now obstructs her trachea (the part where air goes into and out of the lungs) and has been making her wheeze. An operation is due tomorrow to assist, but it's no cure. She asked the doctor if he could totally kill the cancer in her lungs, be he said he could not. That being said, morning has reached its nigh. Time for another cup of tea.
-
Tomorrow is the last day of my Spring/Easter Break. I just want to sleep in, but I have to go to the dentist tomorrow. Something's wrong with a tooth er something, so they need to take a look. Pursuit of Happiness is a good movie. It shows how determination can be rewarded. I give it two thumbs up.
-
I have finally achieved a goal in life. I watched Phantom of the Opera. And I'm now a Phan. Brad Little was the best singer, overall. I finally saw why the movie version was critically slammed, and why a year of waiting for that show paid off. I'm a very happy girl.
-
The new laptop is great! It's everything I've hoped for in a new computer. The Vista is giving me no problems at all. Well, there was this 1 program that Dell installed before it was shipped. I found a program on the internet that uninstalled the Roxio program, then reinstalled it without that blasted file. Now it's time to enjoy my Spring and Easter Break with my laptop .
-
My laptop is coming in a day early. It should be in around 4/2-4/4. Let's see if I can get those modifications up.. Inspiron E1505, Intel Core Duoprocessor T2250 (2MB/1.73GHz/533MHz)15.4 Inch TrueLife Wide-screenWXGA, for Inspiron 6400/E1505 2GB, DDR2, 533MHz 2 Dimm for Inspiron 6400/E1505Intel Integrated Graphics Media Accelerator 950 GM 80GB 5400RPM SATA Hard Drive for Inspiron 6400/E1505Dell Resource DVD with Application BackupInternet Search and PortalIcon Consolidation ApplicationVista, PC-Restore, Dim/InspDell Support, Vista, Dim/InspDell Owners ManualMicrosoft Windows Vista Home Premium Edition Integrated 10/100 Network Cardand Modem, for Inspiron Adobe Acrobat Reader 7.0, for Inspiron8X DVD+/-RW Drive for Inspiron 6400/E1505Roxio Creator BasicIntegrated High Definition AudioDell Wireless 1390 802.11b/g Mini Card (54Mbps)Most of that stuff is the basic stuff you get with a laptop. Only a few things are upgrades like the Vista and such. I can't wait for it!
