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2011-03-21T22:23:00.001+08:00

2009-06-11T21:26:00.000+08:00

I am....?

2009-06-11T20:55:00.003+08:00

Bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored…bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored… bored…

2009-06-09T14:06:00.007+08:00

Frustration occurs when plans don’t produce expected results. A new plan dispels frustration.

Excuses are the arena for the incompetent.

Adults don’t try they do.

Doctors (some of them) are bloody vexatious.

People behind cash registers in gift shops may be extremely infuriating at times.

Switching currencies overnight is freaking disorienting.

Really missing some people now.

Own up to your part and keep moving.

Forsaking my blog O.o

2009-04-27T14:52:00.005+08:00

2009-04-07T20:04:00.000+08:00

blank stare.

2008-11-23T22:01:00.005+08:00

Today was just one of those days when something could be done, but nothing was accomplished. Excitement was supposed to be felt, but worries came in closer. Thoughts could have been oraganized properly, but a blank mind managed to stay. I’m worried, I have my concerns, I dealing with my issues, and I’m feeling something like the usual but weird.

As of now, my phone beeped for like 3 times only from people who usually and not usually send forwarded messages. I haven’t really texted anyone about anything to start a conversation and have something to do. I can, but I didn’t. Was I just too kill-joy? Or naturally boring? Or timely lazy?

I feel that I can stare at the ground for a long time, or even look up at the stars and pretend counting just too seem like I’m doing something. The latter could be a better idea.

Hmm…

2am. Friday morning. I love this time of night.

2008-11-22T22:25:00.006+08:00

to trace shapes, with my fingertips

to wonder aloud, saving my thoughts for no one

to savor my new batch of chocolates

sharing a closeness that I once knew

starting fresh, with the new rules

abject honesty, nothing hidden

nothing but the light years between the stars to guide

to protect and to burn

like desire rediscovered, a new flame.

hotter and more intense than before.

a long road in front of me, to be sure

but worth it.

To cube or not to cube…

2008-10-30T15:46:00.005+08:00

So today I hopped on the bus and scored a sweet seat beside some random teenager. I saw her fiddling with something but was in too much a zombie sleepwalk to really notice or care. Then, over my rockin’ tunage I heard clicking sounds. I glanced over and recognized that crazy coloured cube from back in the day.

Who knew that even in our crazy technological savvy world, the Rubik’s Cube would still entice a teenybopper? I remember the first time I ever saw one of those. I was at school when a friend gave it to me to try, and double dog-dared me to solve the colourful puzzle.
No problem, I thought. That’s easy.

I remember twisting and turning the squares for probably about 5 minutes until I got fed up. I left for recess and came back with the puzzle solved. Everyone thought it was incredible that I could figure it out, and of course, I let them believe it.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, after I realized that I could never, ever, ever possess the patience to sit with this stupid cube and match all of the colours, I hid near the school's canteen and took off every single little coloured sticker and strategically placed them back on so that the puzzle was solved.

Brilliant.

Leave it to me to take the easy way out. Eventually, people caught onto my little trick. Oh well, my artificial brilliance was good while it lasted.

Back on the bus, Miss Smarty Pants had solved the Rubik’s Cube (the ‘correct’ way) by the time we pulled into the station. Damn.

Creative Writing ~ A day dairy of a cat and dog.

2008-10-29T12:27:00.004+08:00

DOG DIARY

8:00 AM - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 AM - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 AM - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 AM - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 PM - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 PM - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 PM - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 PM - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 PM - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 PM - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 PM - Sleeping on the bed again! My favorite thing!

CAT DIARY

Day 983 of my captivity.
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape.

In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am.

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow --but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches.

The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.

The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now . . .

Hiatus

2008-10-28T23:02:00.006+08:00

A break. Some time apart. A lapse. A pause. An interruption.

Whatever you want to call it, that’s what it was, and now that I have had a few months to settle, I feel I am at a place where blogging can matter again.

I have not posted for quite a long time. It's maybe because I was busy or more likely, crippled & lazy with lifelong supply of chocolates, which sadly, only lasted 4 a couple of weeks =).No worries as I got 'back-up' supply,courtsey of Maharaj.
The first time I made a batch of chocolates I was so scared it would not temper correctly. If it does not temper it gets a real nice white film on top, does not taste bad, just looks bad. Not to mention the batch me was making yielded 35 pounds!!! But i did it. Every now and then we come up with new inventions and new decorating ideas, but overall, we don’t fix what is not broken. Molding chocolate is fun but also time consuming. You can add flavoring or color to the molds or just leave it plain. Some molds you can make suckers others just regular pieces of candy.Sugar free is becoming popular as well as dark. You have to be careful with the sugar free. If you eat too much it may act as a laxative.Chocolate pizzas are fun to make. And all ages can do it. You take a pizza pan, about two hearty scoops of tempered chocolate, shake it out evenly then top with your toppings. It looks like a giant frisbee but it is all chocolate. The haystack is very popular. Almonds, toasted coconut, haystacks then drizzled with white chocolate.
Sweet dreams ~~...what am i SAYING!

Well,anyway this blog has transformed to something significant that it has become hard to continuously maintain it each and every day of the week. It became more of a burden than an outlet of feelings and emotions. I believe that’s the reason my other blogs had failed as they are. I just don’t want a blog to be a burden to my soul…

Far out, I completely forgot I had a blog! Well here I am again lol. I don’t think anyone even knows about this place. Oh well, that’s how life is isn’t it? I think I might start blogging at Wordpress instead. There seems to be much more ppl there lol. Only person who’s visited this blog is Nisha. lol. And Natasha as well =)

{A special thanks to Chow for "managing" me blog all this time. YAY!!! 'clap clap clap'}

I'll start posting from now on xp

And if you try making friends online, dont, or you'll end up like this :

luckily, I had some sense to err..." undo " it before it got way worse =.=

Hiatus.

2008-06-04T19:19:00.003+08:00

Owing to an unfortunate and regrettable incident, the author of this blog is temporarily unable to make any new posts. Therefore, this blog will be in hiatus . Deepest apologies to any parties whom this news may affect in a negative way. If you wish to protest, you are perfectly welcome to use the tagboard.

Thank you for your attention.

~Anomynous~

After watching 'The Ring'....

2008-06-04T17:17:00.003+08:00

The Chase

2008-05-31T19:30:00.005+08:00

America’s Top 10 Strangest Road Signs

2008-05-31T19:25:00.004+08:00

Some road signs can just make you stop dead in your tracks. The roads of America are full of odd, strange and somewhat disturbing road signs. Through a nationwide contest, insurance carrier Hagerty Insurance complied a list of the top 10 weirdest, wackiest road signs that have been keeping drivers laughing from the Carolinas to the Californian coast. The 10 signs were pulled from a list of nearly 250 strange, funny and surprising travel, road and business signs from all across the country.

America’s Top 10 Wackiest Road Signs

1. “If you hit this sign, you will hit this bridge.”

2. “Extreme Fire Hazard: Don’t even fart in the forest.”

3. “Arm, Leg, First Born”

4. “Attention dog guardians: Pick up after your dogs. Attention dogs: Grrr, bark, woof. Good dog.”

5. “Hell Freezes over” (frozen “Hell” sign)

6. “Eat here, get gas & worms.”

7. “Guns, wedding gowns and cold beer”

8. “Caution Pedestrians Slippery When Wet”

9. “Drive slow, see our village: Drive fast, see our judge.”

10. “Drop your pants here.” (laundry mat sign)

Crazy Dream

2008-05-31T19:22:00.002+08:00

I had this crazy dream last week. I was in Dunkin Donuts and I walked inside the same time as another person did, but he decided he would order before me.
I said excuse me, I was here first.

He said hold on …went outside came back with a gun and robbed me!

I wuz negotiating with him about the contents in my wallet and why he wouldn’t be able to use some of it. I was worried about replacing having to go to DMV and get a new license. Who the hell wants to stand in those lines. I had 2 bucks in my wallet, but more money in the bag I was carrying. Stupid forgot to ask for that bag.

He kept my wallet, but his lady friend got it back for me.

I woke up lol. Next time I go in DD and someone orders before me, I’m not saying crap!

Why Did The Chicken Cross the Road? Well,according to….

2008-05-31T19:15:00.004+08:00

BARACK OBAMA: The chicken crossed the road because it was time for a CHANGE! The chicken wanted CHANGE!

JOHN MC CAIN: My friends, that chicken crossed the road because he recognized the need to engage in cooperation and dialogue with all the chickens on the other side of the road!

HILLARY CLINTON: When I was First Lady, I personally helped that little chicken to cross the road. This experience makes me uniquely qualified to ensure — right from Day One! — that every chicken in this country gets the chance it deserves to cross the road. But then, this really isn’t about me.

DR. PHIL: The problem we have here is that this chicken won’t realize that he must first deal with the problem on ‘THIS’ side of the road before it goes after the problem on the ‘OTHER SIDE’ of the road. What we need to do is help him realize how stupid he’s acting by not taking on his ‘CURRENT’ problems before adding ‘NEW’ problems.

OPRAH: Well, I understand that the chicken is having problems, which is why he wants to cross this road so bad. So instead of having the chicken learn from his mistakes and take falls, which is a part of life, I’m going to give this chicken a car so that he can just drive across the road and not live his life like the rest of the chickens.

GEORGE W. BUSH: We don’t really care why the chicken crossed the road. We just want to know if the chicken is on our side of the road, or not. The chicken is either against us, or for us. There is no middle ground here.

COLIN POWELL: Now to the left of the screen, you can clearly see the satellite image of the chicken crossing the road.

ANDERSON COOPER (CNN): We have reason to believe there is a chicken, but we have not yet been allowed to have access to the other side of the road.

JOHN KERRY: Although I voted to let the chicken cross the road, I am now against it! It was the wrong road to cross, and I was misled about the chicken’s intentions. I am not for it now, and will remain against it.

NANCY GRACE: That chicken crossed the road because he’s GUILTY! You can see it in his eyes and the way he walks.

PAT BUCHANAN: To steal the job of a decent, hardworking American.

MARTHA STEWART: No one called me to warn me which way that chicken was going. I had a standing order at the Farmer’s Market to sell my eggs when the price dropped to a certain level. No little bird gave me any insider information.

DR SEUSS: Did the chicken cross the road? Did he cross it with a toad? Yes, the chicken crossed the road, but why it crossed I’ve not been told.

ERNEST HEMINGWAY: To die in the rain. Alone.

JERRY FALWELL: Because the chicken was gay! Can’t you people see the plain truth? That’s why they call it the ‘other side.’ Yes, my friends, that chicken is gay. And if you eat that chicken, you will become gay too. I say we boycott all chickens until we sort out this abomination that the liberal media white washes with seemingly harmless phrases like ‘the other side. That chicken should not be crossing the road. It’s as plain and as simple as that.

GRANDPA: In my day we didn’t ask why the chicken crossed the road. Somebody told us the chicken crossed the road, and that was good enough.

BARBARA WALTERS: Isn’t that interesting? In a few moments, we will be listening to the chicken tell, for the first time, the heart warming story of how it experienced a serious case of molting, and went on to accomplish its life long dream of crossing the road.

ARISTOTLE: It is the nature of chickens to cross the road.

JOHN LENNON: Imagine all the chickens in the world crossing roads together, in peace.

BILL GATES: I have just released eChicken2007, which will not only cross roads, but will lay eggs, file your important documents, and balance your check book. Internet Explorer is an integral part of the Chicken. This new platform is much more stable and will never crash…#&&^!*% ……… reboot.

ALBERT EINSTEIN: Did the chicken really cross the road, or did the road move beneath the chicken?

BILL CLINTON: I did not cross the road with THAT chicken. What is your definition of chicken?

AL GORE: I invented the chicken!

COLONEL SANDERS: Did I miss one?

DICK CHENEY: Where’s my gun!

AL SHARPTON: Why are all the chickens white? We need some black chickens.

Hospital Humor

2008-05-31T19:11:00.001+08:00

Santa statistics

2008-05-18T17:46:00.004+08:00

No known species of reindeer can fly. But there are roughly 300,000 species of living organisms yet to be classified. While most of these are insects and germs, this does not rule out flying reindeer - though Santa and my uncle Ralph, in his drinking days, are the only people who've ever seen one.

There are two billion children (small people under the age of 18) in the world. But since Santa doesn't (appear to) handle most non-Christian children, that reduces the workload to about 15 per cent of the total (roughly 378 million according to the Population Reference Bureau). At a rate of say, 3.5 children per household, that's 91.8 million homes. One presumes there's at least one good kid in each.

Santa has 31 hours of Christmas to work with, thanks to the different time zones and the rotation of the earth, assuming he travels east to west. That's 822.6 visits per second. For each eligible household, Santa has 1/1000th of a second to park the sleigh, jump down the chimney, fill the stockings, put presents under the tree, eat any snacks, kiss mommy when available, get back up the chimney, hop in the sleigh and move on.

Assuming each of these 91.8 million stops are evenly distributed around the earth, we're now talking about 0.78 miles per household - a total trip of 75.5 million miles, not counting stops to let Santa and the reindeer do what most of us must do at least once every 31 hours.

This means Santa's sleigh moves at 650 miles per second, or 3,000 times the speed of sound. The fastest man-made vehicle, the Ulysses space probe, moves at a poky 27.4 miles a second (a conventional reindeer, by the way, can run 15 miles per hour, tops).

Assuming each child gets nothing more that a medium-sized Lego set (two pounds), the sleigh is carrying 321,300 tons, not counting overweight Santa. Conventional reindeer can pull no more than 300 pounds. Even granting flying reindeer could pull 10 times the normal amount, Santa would need 214,200 reindeer. This increases the payload (not counting the sleigh) to 353,430 tons, or four times the weight of the Queen Elizabeth II.

353,000 tons travelling at 650 miles a second creates enormous air resistance, which would heat the reindeer to incandescence in the same fashion as spacecraft or meteors entering the earth's atmosphere. The lead pair of reindeer will absorb 14.3 quintillion joules of energy. Per second. Each. In short, they will burst into flame almost instantaneously, exposing the reindeer behind them and creating deafening sonic booms. The entire team will be vaporized within 4.26 thousandths of a second.

Santa, meanwhile, will be subjected to centrifugal forces of 17,500.06 gravities. A 250-pound Santa (a wee bit of an underestimate) would be pinned to the back of his sleigh by 4,315,015 pounds of force.

My conclusion to the above: "If Santa ever did deliver presents on Christmas Eve, he's dead now."

Ec Homework policy

2008-05-18T15:05:00.001+08:00

Homework Policy
Here is an explanation of the school homework policy:
Students should not spend more than 90 minutes per night. This time should be budgeted in the following manner:
15 minutes looking for assignment.11 minutes calling a friend for the assignment.23 minutes explaining why the teacher is mean and just does not like children.8 minutes in the bathroom.10 minutes getting a snack.7 minutes checking the TV Guide.6 minutes telling parents that the teacher never explained the assignment.10 minutes sitting at the kitchen table waiting for Mom or Dad to do the assignment.

Lesbian, Gay, And Bisexual Youth Problems

2008-05-11T20:45:00.001+08:00

Of the many emotions a gay man or woman feel, perhaps the most powerfully pervasive is fear. The fear of being found out is real enough, but the worry does not end there. There also lurks the fear of being called names, being assaulted, perhaps even killed. For adults these fears are horrible enough. For a lesbian and gay teenager, who lack experience and life skills to cope with them, such fears can be overwhelming. Lesbian, gay, and bisexual youth face many problems as they realize they are homosexual. Often they don't know even one other homosexual person and feel very alone and misunderstood. They see very few role models, no one to identify with. No one knows their secrets, no one shares their pain. No one will stop others from name calling if the name calling is about homosexuality. Who would dare to speak up? No one speaks up, not in junior high and high school. College, perhaps; pride events are more easily seen then, but in high school no one speaks up. Imagine dearly loving someone else and having to keep it totally secret because if you don't you will be punished -- cast out of your home by your family, ostracized by your friends, perhaps losing your job. This is the world of the lesbian and gay young person. The feelings homosexual youth face are only the beginning of the problem. As they recognize that they are different and discriminated against, they lose self esteem and become depressed. Many become suicidal and develop a feeling of extreme depression and helplessness. Those who don't commit suicide live an adolescence of silence and oppression, rarely being able to speak up without being struck down by peers. The U.S. Department of Health and Human Services (DHHS) Task Force on Youth Suicide issued a report in January of 1989 concluding that lesbian and gay youth may constitute up to thirty percent of completed suicides annually and that homosexuals of both sexes are two to six times more likely to attempt suicide than are heterosexuals. Homosexual youth can not speak up because of fear and misunderstanding. And when no one speaks up for them, no one stops the pain, many teens can not handle it and commit suicide. This is the meaning of the commonly known phrase, Silence equals death. Not only do they face unrestricted discrimination and harassment at school, they often face similar or worse homophobia at home. Parents, unaware of their children's sexual orientation, often make cutting remarks about homosexual television characters, community members, or the orientation in general. They may not even recognize their comments, but the child (or children) is hanging on to every word, looking for at least a tiny bit of acceptance from family. Many times they find hate instead of acceptance, sometimes to the point of being kicked out of the house at age 14 or 15 when a homophobic parent does find out. This leaves them with nowhere to turn. Many of these teens are themselves suffering from the same prejudices that the rest of their family may share. Or perhaps they've gotten past that, and started to forge a new identity, where being gay or lesbian is something of which they can be proud. Sometimes, what makes it so especially hard for gay teens is the very thing that protects them, their invisibility. What African-American parent would be making jokes about black people at the kitchen table? What Jewish family would sit around casually commenting on how God condemns the Jews? But the lesbian, gay or bisexual teen, sitting there in their cloak of presumed heterosexuality, laughs outwardly, or joins in expressing shared disgust, while yet another chunk of their self-esteem has been chiseled away. Homosexual teens can not confide in parents, friends, or often even the church. Most Christian churches condemn homosexuality and back up their beliefs with the Bible. However, the major references to homosexuality in the Bible are badly mistranslated. Nowhere does the Bible mention same-sex love negatively; it only mentions prostitution, specifically in reference to local cults. More information can be found at the URL http://cent1.lancs.ac.uk/lgb/eight.html which is a detailed retranslation of eight major Bible passages used to condemn homosexuality. Homosexual youth often go to church with family as expected, only to hear the condemnation of themselves echoed by the entire church. Where is the loving God the church is supposed to be echoing? What love exists in condemning people for who they love? Each youth sits there listening to parents, siblings, friends, and religious leaders tear apart their feelings of love and self esteem, not speaking up out of fear for emotional and often physical safety. The more discriminating the place, the more dangerous it is to speak up, but how much more dangerous is it to let a teen live in constant depression and fear? Obviously it is extremely dangerous, since as quoted earlier homosexual teens are up to six times more likely to commit suicide than heterosexual teens. Not only do homosexual youth hear discrimination and fear from home, church, and the community, they also are exposed to a subtler form of it at school. Though it isn't obvious, the extreme lack of proper information is a very big discriminating factor at most schools. Parents and Boards of Education still fight to keep homosexuality-debate, discussion, even it's mere mention-out of schools. Nurses and librarians still fail to offer resources to timid young people with agonizing questions. In a 1993 study performed by the San Francisco Department of Public Health, ninety percent of youth (ages twelve to twenty five) with AIDS are gay or bisexual men, while those under age thirty comprise sixteen percent of AIDS cases. Given the lengthy incubation period, virtually all were infected as teenagers. Newt Gingrich has pledged to hold Congressional hearings on withdrawing federal funds from school districts that mention gays and lesbians in curricula services, a punitive and financially disastrous measure similar to the Robert Smith-Jesse Helms amendment that passed the Senate in August 1994 but then expired in the committee. These amendments would efectivley ax the very few school based programs that teach tolerance and foster self-acceptance. If homosexuality is mentioned at all, it is usually skimmed over and brushed off as something that no one here actually needs to know about. It is assumed that the entire class is heterosexual and should not need to know what homosexuality and homophobia really are. However, according to popular statistics about 10% of the population is homosexual. In a class of 20 students, that's 2 people. If the class size is 30, it's 3 or even 4 students. Up to 3 or 4 students must listen to how everyone else's sexual and emotional feelings are natural, but theirs are never mentioned. Rather than providing proper information on how homosexuals are often discriminated against, and what homophobia means and how it hurts, the class barely even mentions the subject if it does at all. If a homosexual youth is lucky enough to find their way to the Internet, they are eventually greeted by a bit of a LBG-supportive environment. Several sites exist to help homosexual youth realize that they are normal, lovable, and can be successful. The sites also have many tips on coming out, especially to parents and family. However, many sites with very useful information for homosexuals are restricted to adults (age 18). Many of these sites do not contain sexually explicit material above what shows on prime time TV. The information directed at adults (announcements of pride events, etc.) is also of use to youth, and restricting the entire site to adults prevents youth from reaching useful pieces of information. The youth also need to know about adult same sex relationships; they have no or few role models available locally, and often the only way that they can learn that same sex relationships can last like marriage does is to read about it over the net. Keeping all information about adult same sex relationships away from youth prevents them from seeing the permanent, loving aspect of what their lives could be. As homosexual youth enter college and begin to explore the world on their own, many begin to find the support groups that were so lacking in high school. Large universities sometimes have official student organizations for homosexual students. Books are much more available, and often many people are publicly out on campus. This environment begins to help homosexuals understand themselves better. Some become very active and public, to help pave the way for people who may be having a harder time than they have. Many homosexual people gain the courage and independence to come out to their family, sometimes because it is the first time their physical safety is not in danger by doing so. As homosexual youth mature and begin to develop adult relationships, they must integrate their feelings and attitudes into their normal life. They also usually overcome most of the homophobia that they grew up with. Often a part of the integration of growing up is that the person is able to stop focusing on their own homosexuality, becoming more open to same sex and opposite sex relationships without thinking about whether their homosexuality is showing or not. Homosexual people in this stage have begun to really be able to accept themselves without feeling obsessive or afraid of issues surrounding homosexuality. The details vary between people, but the overall change is toward self acceptance and comfortableness within society. This change is needed for proper social interactions, with friends and lovers. It most often happens in the late teens and early adulthood, because a lot of self inspection and independence occur then. Homosexual teen suicide, discrimination from all areas of life, and misunderstanding of homosexuality, both from the heterosexual community and from the homosexual youth who have not have access to information, would greatly reduce, or nearly disappear, if proper education was given in the public schools to combat homophobia. Liberty is the right not to lie. Homosexual youth should not have to lie to hide their orientation from their parents, friends, and the rest of the community, just to stay alive. Even one teacher taking a stand for proper homosexual information in schools can make a difference. That one teacher may be the role model one or several students needed to see to make them feel worthwhile and not suicidal. Too often though a teacher who stands up for equal rights and protection is cut down by the school administration and parents. However, even then a student may feel better that at least one person understands them and wants to fight for their rights. It can be the difference between total destitute and a bit of hope. Whether the teacher gives positive information in the classroom, or stops cutting remarks, or simply discreetly helps one or two students find a support hotline, it can often make the difference between life and death for despairing teens. As more teachers, administrators, social workers, and other people speak up, the deadly silence and invisibility of homosexual youth begins to diminish. If silence equals death, then proper communication and information is the one way to insure life.

Crap.....an English Assignment......

2008-02-25T19:34:00.005+08:00

This assignment was actually done by us: In-class assignment for Wednesday: Tandem Story. Each person will pair off with the person sitting next to them. One of you will then write the first paragraph of a short story. The partner will read the first paragraph and then add another paragraph to the story. The first person will then add a third paragraph, and so on until both people agree a conclusion has been reached. The story must be coherent, and each paragraph relevant to the prior one.
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Vivian and Shark English 144A Creative Writing Prof. Bullshit.
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At first, Vivian couldn't decide which kind of tea she wanted. The camomile, which used to be her favorite for lazy evenings at home, now reminded her too much of Shark, who had once said in happier times, that he liked camomile. But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her mind off Shark. His possessiveness was suffocating, and if she thought about him too much her asthma started acting up again. So camomile was out of the question.
Meanwhile, Advance Team Captain Shark was leading his patrol squadron into orbit over Skylon 4. Shark had more important things to think about than the neuroses of that air-headed asthmatic woman named Vivian who, after one sweaty night over three months ago, was still desperately clinging to an illusion of a relationship she had fabricated in her unbalanced mind. "Alpha Tango One to Geostation One-Niner-Three", he said into his subspace communicator. "Polar orbit established. No sign of resistance..." But before he could sign off a bluish plasma beam flashed out of nowhere and blasted a hole through his ship's cargo bay. The jolt from the direct hit threw him out of his seat and into the cockpit control panel.
He hit his head and died almost immediately, but not before he felt one last pang of regret for psychically brutalizing the one woman who had ever had feelings for him. Soon afterwards, Earth stopped its pointless hostilities towards the peaceful farmers of Skylon 4. "Congress Passes Law Permanently Abolishing War and Space Travel", Vivian read in her newspaper one morning. The news simultaneously excited her and bored her. She stared out the window, dreaming of her youth -- when the days had passed unhurriedly and carefree, with no newspapers to read, no television to distract her from her sense of innocent wonder at all the beautiful things around her. "Why must one lose one's innocence to become a woman?" she pondered wistfully.
Little did she know, but she has less than 10 seconds to live. Thousands of miles above the city, the Anu'udrian battleship launched the first of its lithium fusion missiles. The dim-witted, bleeding-heart peaceniks who pushed the Unilateral Aerospace Disarmament Treaty through the U.N. had left Earth a defenseless target for the hostile alien empire who was determined to enslave the human race. Within two hours after the passage of the treaty the Anu'udrian ships were on course for Earth, carrying enough firepower to pulverize the entire planet and nothing to stop them. They swiftly initiated their diabolical plan. The lithium fusion missile entered the atmosphere unimpeded. The President, in a submarine off the coast of Guam, felt the inconceivably massive explosion which vaporized Laurie and 15 million other Americans. He slammed his fist on the conference table. "I KNEW this would happen! I am exercising my executive privledge to annul that treaty effective IMMEADIATELY! Ready the nukes, we're gonna blow those bastards out of the sky!"
This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of literature. My writing partner is a violent, chauvinistic, semi-literate adolescent.
Yeah? Well, you're a self-centered tedious neurotic whose attempts at writing are the literary equivalent of Valium.
Asshole.
Bitch.
Moron.
Shove a dick down your throat.

HAHAHhaHAHHAahHAHAHHAHAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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This Blog Be Hijacked by [\7()[-]\/-\5$]!!!!

WAhAHAAHAhHAAH!!

EveN Now, ouR RetArdS are MArcHINg AcRoss ThiS lAnD to COnQueR itS CITIzENs!
The H4Xx0R War has left us without resources and land...
We need more to win this war against the h4xXors!!
The H4xX0Rs must be defeated!! The retards will prevail!!
Therefore, in the name of Halodude, I requisition this blog as part of our Kingdom!!!

Yes, Bugs and MegaDeath have tried to force Nesan to leave.
They must have known he was going to aid our war!
Their treachery grows by the day, and our weariness as well.
But with this new expanse of land, we shall continue our resistance against the Haxxor!
Long Live Halodude!

For Retardity! For Stupidity! To The Death!

Dumbortz leads the effort to construct the new defensive barriers.
The retards shall hold this place, this stairway to Hell!
From now on, it will be known as the Hot Steps!
The steps have various traps on it, slippery soap, trip mines, fart cushions etc.
This is where we hold them! This- wait..this was already said.
Damn. Curse you, scriptwriter!!!!! Oh wait...that's me.
Shit.