29.8.05

Tah!

I'm doing okay! YaY! And people are starting to remember my name and vice versa. I hope things are cool in PF, but if not, let me know, I've got time. . . now and then. . . anyhow, Happy B-Day Alex, in advance^_^!

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25.8.05

Ah, another day, another random moment of peace. I hope things are good with everyone on the other side of stuff. . . ah, well, I think I'll drop out of band, the music is insane things that I need more time to practicie to. I didn't get inot volleyball, which is totally fine since there is a work-out area anyway. But I was amazed that some great girls didn't make it either. Things here are just consistantly harc core, all around. . . Thank God I'm alright^^;. . .

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20.8.05

sweetness spinning me. . .new e-mail [pandachi@imsa.edu]

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17.8.05

I still sleep beneath the same stars as you everynight,
Beneath the same cascading streams of moonlight
And hear the Night's whispers

"But in your dreams, whatever they be, dream a little dream of me. . ."

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15.8.05

Over breakfast, Mum and Lyn did get into the subject of dating and guys and all that smoosh. It was quite intersting, in a simple summary.

Mum, well somewhat, gave her blessing on relationships, she just said to take it all with a pinch of salt and not give until there has been (as I can put it) the "I do," and to simply keep to our studies and God, to keep strong and do well throughout all the chess battles of life.

With that at hand, I did actually feel it safe to go into a bit of ". .well, since you seem to deem dating okay, allow me to inform you about a very special person in my life. . "

However, I didn't, I did not feel ready to go into that, especially in a public area.

How could I explain it all in a puclic area of all places? And days before I move out, knowing that I would want to come home on weekends, now and then. . . Yeah, along with the fact that we were in PF at the time,and if she was feeling determined, someone would possibly get a horrid morning call. . .

In so many ways, I feel like it's time to show all my cards, and yet my cowardice takes hold of my tum and I'm just like a princess trying to make the Queen-Mum see the how easily a commoner could be "King". Yet, I'm just a coward. . .

[Today's pun is "Erich being kingly" ah ha ha ha, ah good pun Chi, good pun^_^]

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13.8.05

I think the heart is the strongest muscle in the body. Not only does it defy gravity by pumping blood through the length of your legs (from your thighs to your toes), but it, just as easy, defies your mind while at it.

So, to my amazing heart, I raise my glass and bid you prosperity and health throughout all your days and nights. . . Cheers.

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12.8.05

Notice how the media presents women as nothing but a commodity?

Think of the Mount Dew commercial with the two guys and the one that changes his car with those car keys. And then he goes on and changes his friend into a girl.
That proves that:
[1.] Females are but commodities, you can get one just like you can pick out a car.
[2.] That he's always wanted to make-out with his friend, and now will do so freely because to the eyes of the public, he's heterosexual.

And then with just almost all music videos, especially in the rap and hip-hop scene, a female is but a bottle of champagne. As long as a "baller" has the money and "taste," he can get anyone bottle he wants, because he's d*mn sure that they all want him anyway.

I don't know about you, but I would have to be quite drunk to ever even think of flinging myself over a guy in public or even allow one to think that because he's all great and pretty and rich that I actually adore him. Which is all a complex thing, considering how alcohol isn't really my thing. . .

I just despise how women are so close to meaning nothing in the frames of television. It's all just such rubbish and disgusting. I don't know how any of them can stand for it, screw the money they may be making, they're messing up all good views of us, for the rest of us.

When I think about it, it's hard enough to get one to look at me without prejudice, especially with being a female of colour, and now just being a female in today's society is a challenge of it's own, with being an adolescent female.

But it is a battle I can fight with heart and passion.

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I miss my flips and butterflies. . .

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11.8.05

Eh, just smear some black ink here and there and ramble on. . .

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10.8.05

I understand how first impressions don't present the complete picture of the personality of a person, but it's not wrong to at least believe that one seems pretty okay when you first meet them. . . Well, when you first listen to them. . . [man, Manny hasn't called me yet. . . oh Big Brother, where areth thou?]

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9.8.05

Words can be quite meaning less, especially when one is trying to prove themselves. I think that it's constructive to express the innerself of one by actions instead of words. Enough with the whole "I'm an outgoing person. . . I'm trying to find myself. . . danah danah danah. . ."

Just show it^_^! If you're outgoing, don't tell me, show me. And if you're unsure of yourself, well it's completely okay, one day you'll get to meet your whole self, and just enjoy all other things that are going on with you. Things will turn in time, Love and hopefully you will appreciate it all. Life is a journey, not a destination.

It's just all in the sense of doing and not saying unless it's necessary. Statements are but statues in streams. For the one who is listening to such things, what can they say? "I'm sorry, I'm not as outgoing as you. . ." Or "Yeah, I'm outgoing too! Let's talk about how outgoing we are!" : :yeeeah: :

Basically, this is my cry of "Stop being the Same!!" I mean, I'm going to have to introduce myself to about 241 other classmates and hey, I just am done with the whole "Allow me to list my personality to you. . ."[To be Continued]

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8.8.05

The soul of today will be the soul of tomorrow. Yet the person of today will not be the same tomorrow.

We will always be ourselves, though our personalities may appear through various lights.

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7.8.05

"You know you make me smile when you really get into the swing. . ."

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6.8.05

" Paul Harvey Writes:

We tried so hard to make things better for our kids that we made
them worse. For my grandchildren, I'd like better.

I'd really like for them to know about hand me down clothes and
homemade ice cream and leftover meat loaf sandwiches. I really would.

I hope you learn humility by being humiliated, and that you learn
honesty by being cheated.

I hope you learn to make your own bed and mow the lawn and wash
the car.

And I really hope nobody gives you a brand new car when you are
sixteen.


It will be good if at least one time you can see puppies born and
your

old dog put to sleep.


I hope you get a black eye fighting for something you believe in.


I hope you have to share a bedroom with your younger
brother/sister.
And it's all right if you have to draw a line down the middle of the
room,but when he wants to crawl under the covers with you because he's
scared, I hope you let him.


When you want to see a movie and your little brother/sister wants
to tag along, I hope you'll let him/her.

I hope you have to walk uphill to school with your friends and
that you live in a town where you can do it safely.

On rainy days when you have to catch a ride, I hope you don't ask
your driver to drop you two blocks away so you won't be seen riding with
someone
as uncool as your Mom.

If you want a slingshot, I hope your Dad teaches you how to make
one
instead of buying one.

I hope you learn to dig in the dirt and read books.

When you learn to use computers, I hope you also learn to add and
subtract in your head.

I hope you get teased by your friends when you have your first
crush
on a boy\girl, and when you talk back to your mother that you learn
what ivory soap tastes like.

May you skin your knee climbing a mountain, burn your hand on a
stove
and stick your tongue on a frozen flagpole.

I don't care if you try a beer once, but I hope you don't like
it.
And if a friend offers you dope or a joint, I hope you realize he is not
your
friend.

I sure hope you make time to sit on a porch with your
Grandma/Grandpa
and go fishing with your Uncle.

May you feel sorrow at a funeral and joy during the holidays.

I hope your mother punishes you when you throw a baseball through
your neighbor's window and that she hugs you and kisses you at
Hannukah/Christmas
time when you give her a plaster mold of your hand.

These things I wish for you - tough times and disappointment,
hard work and happiness. To me, it's the only way to appreciate life.


Written with a pen. Sealed with a kiss. I'm here for you. And if
I
die
before you do, I'll go to heaven and wait for you.

Send this to all of your friends. We secure our friends, not by
accepting favors, but by doing them."

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5.8.05

So, back to all those lovely blondes. It reminds me, well thanks to Nanc and Lyn, of Hitler's "Aryan race."

Not that there's a present propaganda dictating what we all show look like, but it's as if all Hollywood believes in are blonde, toothpick, bright-eyed, hopefully tall, females. I can't even allow myself to go in Lindsay Lohan, she just drew the line.

And now it just seems as if the media is subliminally pushing for that blonde look. Now, I'm not implying that I can't stand the sight of blondes, especially with having a blonde(-ish), Caucasian, "counterpart." It's just that the look is too prominent in U.S. media for me to stomach silently.

It's like a poisonous billboard of what a celebrity should aim to appear as for them to get the money and fame they secretly aim for. Though they say how much they love their job and doing what they do, I do believe that they basically aim for the tons of money that goes into their bank accounts, along with the special privileges, which makes them love it even more.

You know, if the government put a limit on the amount of money "the stars" and just powerful people make, and send off large amounts to deprived foreign countries or at least to the poverty areas of this country, poverty wouldn't be so huge in many areas, or at least in one country.

One can notice that most third world countries have Poor currency, meaning that the U.S. dollar will naturally go Quite far. One Nira, which is Nigerian currency, is about one U.S. cent, and probably barely even close to a pence in the U.K. There's just so much more one can do for a needy other, if willing to make a simple sacrifice. Seeing those Huge cookie-cutter houses make me sick, because the majourity of the residents aren't even large in quantity, it's just unnecessary and ridiculously flashy for picture happiness. . .

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4.8.05

Feeling in a good mood, feeling like singing. . .
"Now that your leave is over, let's don our drinks and say Good-night, to this illusion. . . . The silhouettes that pass us by, are ships in the night."
[Brazilian Girls]

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2.8.05

The heart is a muscle. As it heals from being torn, it becomes stronger. . .

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1.8.05

It was a warm summer day and I was lounging in the parlour. Soon, I heard the demonic tunes of "Pop goes the weasel" and the cries of children running.

One child caught my eye as he ran towards the truck. He was a sweetly round boy, who cried to the others for them to have the truck wait for him, as his face started to resemble a plump cherry.

However little Timmy, as they called him, would never make it to the truck, and his immaculate white shirt would never taste the sweetness of that chocolate ice cream he ran so quickly for with his stubby little legs, for little Timmy is obese.

[Co-written by Lynda & Elizabeth I.]

Actually, Lyn and I were helping Mum start out an attention getter for her paper on childhood obesity. Naturally, as she and I started speaking out for such lines, the house was filled with laughter and I feel that it came out quite nicely.

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