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                <title>Graduation</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 31 Jul 2007 18:02:41 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ It is with the oddest of feelings that I start this journal entry. It's been a long time--almost a year since I've updated, and it probably wasn't such a good idea to keep the previous entry up for so long.<br />
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My jaw really hurts. Maybe I should stop eating this pretzel.<br />
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So, where am I in life? I have graduated from high school, and am in a state of limbo--somewhere between feeling like I'm on top of the world, and the tiny inkling of chilling dread that sneaks upon you before heading off to university. Come to think of it, I'm quite nervous, actually. I don't drink. I'm not very sociable. It would be most depressing if I turned out to be a hermit...<br />
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It doesn't help that almost every single one of my friends is headed to Canada while I'm going to England! D:<br />
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Eh, anyway, in other news, I haven't been taking photographs lately, hence the lack of deviations. I'm still in my lazy stage (ehheehheh...have been for a month), but I expect I'll do a proper day of shooting around the streets sometime soon. I owe myself one.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~astereilla</author>
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                <title>Ahahahaha.</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 13 Dec 2006 07:38:34 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Lrn2read up on photography terminology (i.e. aperture, shutter speed, ISO, etc.) before actually spreading shit that's coming in torrents out of your ass. Did I mention I hate peanut butter and shit sandwiches? No? I am now!<br />
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kthxbai<br />
<br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/c/cookie.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":cookie:" title="Cookie" /><br />
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(Also, plz to be not using the flower mode, also commonly called Macro mode, if you have a nice DSLR.)<br />
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That is all. Your ranty-headed Dawn, bowing out.<br />
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PS. Whoo, I'm 17! And just as bitchy.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~astereilla</author>
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                <title>Wibble</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 02 Dec 2006 19:17:00 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ This week has been extremely stressful. So will next week. My Cambridge interview is on December 7, and I have two interviewers. One of whom is a mathematician, researching "modular representation theory of finite and algebraic groups (a branch of modern algebra)" and is interested in "finite-dimensional algebras such as the Schur algebra and its quantum variants and in the combinatorics of quivers". The other is President of Pembroke College, specializes in Mammalian Physiology.<br />
<br />
Sweet Jesus. What have I gotten myself into?<br />
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Oh, and Nottingham--conditional offer of 85% or above average on all subjects, and a pass in AP Calculus.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~astereilla</author>
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                <title>Offer!</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 24 Nov 2006 05:17:30 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ EEE! Just a week ago, received an email from UCAS Track telling me my application status had changed. Had the URL for Track memorised (I admit to being a dork) and with bated breath, logged in (computer too slow and laggy even though I had all my login information automatically filled out).<br />
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What did I see, you ask?<br />
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1) Royal Holloway, University of London, has offered me a conditional offer<br />
2) <em>This offer is subject to your obtaining Advanced Placement Examinations OBTAINING 4 FROM 5 IN CALCULUS</em><br />
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Ergo:<br />
1) Squee'd<br />
2) Thought about it for a bit, and decided 4 in AP Calculus AB was a pretty low offer from RHUL and rejoiced<br />
3) Thought about the fact that I scored the highest mark on our AP Calculus test out of a class of 6 (<strong>66%</strong>)<br />
4) Squeeing balloon punctured and deflated rapidly<br />
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That aside...<em>I have an offer, I have an offer, nyaaaaah!</em> (This is for a collective you who don't believe in Canadian students receiving offers from a high ranking English university)<br />
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Also, in other news, I have my interview with the University of Cambridge on Dec 7. Five days before my birthday. Preposterous! NO WAI! Applied for Biological Natsci. Wish me luck!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Breaktime!</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 02 Sep 2006 00:22:28 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm not going to have much chance to take photographs or work on writing. I have APs to study for (French, Chemistry, and Calculus AB--no BC, for some reason), university applications to submit by October 15 (hello, Cambridge and UCAS), and reference letters to bribe from my teachers.<br />
<br />
Grade 12, how I abhor thee.<br />
<br />
In short: I'm sitting out temporarily. Also, my desktop needs upgrading because it crashes whenever I try to open Photoshop or anything that requires a lot of memory usage (ergo, no editing of the photographs anyway).<br />
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In the meantime, if you would like to hire me to annoy you or your friends, feel free to call me up. I will gladly sing the <a href="http://itsapieceofcaketobakeaprettycake.com/">cake song</a> for you. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/w/winkrazz.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=";P" title="Wink/Razz" /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Polaroid camera. Help.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 13 May 2006 20:26:27 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I just got myself a Polaroid one600 Pro (shopping in Tokyo gadget shops FTW!), but due to the Mother whining about the inordinate amount of money it cost to buy*, I left the store with a film-less Polaroid. This leads me to the question: <em>Where does one find Polaroid film in Hong Kong?</em> I know, I know, I should probably look up the Hong Kong retailer and call them. However, since I have an extreme phobia of phones, I'd like to avoid that unless I have to. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/sheepish.gif" width="20" height="20" alt=":sheepish:" title="Sheepish" /><br />
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*FYI, it did <strong>not</strong> cost an inordinate amount of money.<br />
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P.S. World of Warcraft? Skullcrusher? Anyone? T_T ]]></description>
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                <title>Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 24 Dec 2005 23:38:37 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ^_________^ <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/x/xmasrudolph.gif" width="24" height="26" alt=":rudolph:" title="Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer" /><img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/x/xmas.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":xmas:" title="Christmas Tree" /><img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/x/xmassanta.gif" width="22" height="20" alt=":santa:" title="Santa Clause" /> Rudolph and Santa are eating the Christmas tree!<br />
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D: Redundancy here, but I did want to update my journal, so again, I reiterate the words that many of your friends have already uttered: merry Christmas! <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/heart.gif" width="15" height="13" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Obligatory "I'm back" entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 08 Aug 2005 18:05:44 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Hello, hello, does anyone visit after a month of inactivity? I didn't take that many pictures...I think I'm losing it. But I had plenty of distractions, both good and bad <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/m/mad.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":x" title=":x (Mad)" /> Still not working out. Wish they would. Bloody hell.<br />
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Right, must salvage entry from the depressing rut. -wrenches entry out with a squelching sound- Um. Not much happy thoughts, apparently. I'll submit the photos soon, when I don't feel quite so lazy. I've got stacks of summer work and people to catch up on.<br />
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I miss almost everything about Cambridge x.x ]]></description>
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                <title>Gone fishing</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 08 Jul 2005 03:34:29 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'd make this lengthier, but rarely anyone visits this page anymore (fault due to no other person than me, sadly), so I'll keep this short, but informative.<br />
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Leaving for Cambridge, England, from July 8th to August 6th. Hopefully will be back with many photos to share. Oh, and if anyone happens to read this: does anyone know where to buy 120 film in Cambridge? Muchas gracias in advance. ]]></description>
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                <title>I need a hug.</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 30 Mar 2005 04:58:35 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I just do. ]]></description>
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                <title>It sucks to be me</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 11 Feb 2005 06:42:48 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Oh yes, it does.<br />
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I have writer's block after writing  another half paragraph. Damnit, I can't  keep writing like this. It takes about  3 months just to write a  three-paragraph long piece of awful  prose and I'm tired of taking such a  long time to produce one text file I  can't read without cringing at least  once.<br />
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<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/u/upset.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":upset:" title="Upset" /><br />
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Eh, if you have livejournal, add me on <a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~engraved_"> my photolog</a>. It feels lonely. ]]></description>
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                <title>:)</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 24 Dec 2004 15:50:29 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Merry Christmas my friends. ]]></description>
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                <title>Birthdays are overrated.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 19 Dec 2004 04:38:07 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Really.  It's just a year older.  Why  don't you celebrate when you're a month  older?  Or every week?  Or every day?   You're still getting older.  Oh, look,  I'm two seconds older than I was, I  should celebrate!  Shower me with  presents because I'm older!<br />
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Well, no, I don't mind the gifts (heh  heh <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/letters/=p.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":P" title=":P (Lick)" />), but I just don't understand why  birthdays are so extravagant to some  people o.O<br />
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By the way, I turned 15 on December  12th a week ago.  Which means I'll be  getting a camera (probably the Canon  Powershot A95) tomorrow, hopefully.   Whee.<br />
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<strong>Edit:</strong> Bleh, got the Canon Ixus 40  instead.  I wish I bought the  Powershot, but my mother insisted on  getting me the other one.  Oh well, I  suppose I should be grateful. ]]></description>
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                <title>Guess what?</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 22 Nov 2004 03:27:25 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Take a guess.  Start with 15 points.<br />
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If you thought it was nothing, take  away 15 points.<br />
If you thought I came back from Japan,  give yourself 2 points.<br />
If you thought I had a good time in  Japan, give yourself 3 points.<br />
If you thought I discovered my true  sexuality, take away 10 points.<br />
If you thought I just got hit with  important news, give yourself 20  points.<br />
If you thought the important news was  regarding my education, give yourself  another 20 points.<br />
<br />
And if you thought I got accepted to  Hockerill Anglo-European College, give  yourself 85 points.<br />
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Got over 100 points?  Give yourself a  cookie and a pat on the back, because  you guessed correctly. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/c/cookie.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":cookie:" title="Cookie" /><br />
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Honestly, I don't know whether this is  good news or not.  On one hand, I face  a better university, I face better  education, quality teaching, and happy  and proud parents.  On the other hand,  do I really <strong>need</strong> to get into Cambridge  or York?  I also face crappy  accommodation, leaving friends behind,  the guilt of leaving them behind, and  homesickness.  There's also the chance  that I won't be able to adapt quickly  enough to get my grades up and me all  happy.<br />
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I want a compromise, but I can't find  one. ]]></description>
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                <title>The obligatory I'm-at-school entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 01 Nov 2004 21:40:09 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Yes, I'm typing this at school, because  there are only 4 other people in math  class right now, and everyone save for  one person is on the computers.  Whoo,  I guess, but a computer's not really  much fun when there's no one to talk  to.  Yeah, I'm bored, and I have had  absolutely no inspiration at all for  photos.<br />
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I realise all my recent photos I've  submitted are old.  Sorry about that; I  refuse to take any photos until I get a  new camera.  The one I currently have  takes horribly grainy photos, doesn't  have shutter speeds I can choose, and  the battery cover dangles off.   Hopefully I'll get a new camera by the  time I get to Japan; I really don't  want to bring a crappy camera, because  I'm supposed to take loads of photos  there.<br />
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And I'm not really making sense.  I'm  rambling. XD  Bah, I don't even have an  mp3 player with me...it's at home, and  you can only hear out of one headphone  anyway.  An iPod as a Christmas or  birthday gift would be nice, but my  parents are stingy about their money.<br />
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Can't say I blame them.<br />
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Anyway, Halloween was...stupid.  Laura,  Eugenia, GaBo, Toby, and I watched The  Grudge.  Well, Toby watched for twenty  minutes and left...heh.  Note to people  who intend on watching the movie: the  plot goes kaploot, it's stupid, but the  movie itself is freaky.  Things just  suddenly jump out at you.<br />
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I really am not making sense.  This is  ridiculously incoherent, but I'm so  bored I have to submit this anyway.   Muahahaha. ]]></description>
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                <title>It's been a month.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 09 Oct 2004 20:40:59 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I have finally submitted another  deviation, and I think I've lost all  inspiration to take photos...although  just this morning I did think of a good  idea.  I just need a proper background.   A white one.<br />
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I have loads of homework, according to  my mother's standards (which are <em>high</em>),  I'm failing history, a complete bimbo  (sorry) got a higher mark than me on a  math test, I don't get any of my  computer programming work about loops  and random numbers and integers, and  I'm just completely overwhelmed by  everything I used to do well in.  Not  that I was ever good at programming, as  this is my first time, but...c'mon, I  have to get <em>something</em>. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" /><br />
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More ranting, we just had a band  performance on Saturday, and two out of  the three bands I played in screwed up.   I missed the second endings for show  band, missed the notes, played the  wrong rhythm, got too tired to play  properly during the septet and went out  of tune, and flies kept buzzing around  in front of me, so I couldn't see my  music.  Bloody flies.<br />
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One thing I'm good at: screwing things  up at the worst times possible. ]]></description>
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                <title>The butt cramp entry.</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 23 Sep 2004 01:57:47 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Yeah, sorry about the subject of this  journal entry, heh.  We just had our  annual Tai Tam Cross Country Run for  school yesterday and ran two  kilometres.  It's not really that long,  actually, but we didn't do any warmups  or stretches beforehand, and we didn't  have much chance to slow down after  crossing the finish line (y'know,  slowing down gradually after finishing  a race instead of stopping abrubtly),  so my legs sort of feel a bit wobbly  right now.  Butt cramps cramped my butt  around half an hour after finishing the  race.  Finished 12th place out of  80-something girls <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" />  Ah well, I suppose  I should be happy I still ran with my  sprained ankle.  Ladida.<br />
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On another note, I haven't had much  time to submit/create any new  deviations or anything.  Not much photo  opportunities, and inspiration seems to  skip over me.  I've been feeling kind  of <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/blankstare.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":|" title=":| (Blank Stare)" /> recently.  Bah.<br />
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<strong>Edit:</strong> I'm putting this dA account on  hold for awhile.  I might be able to  post a few deviations, but until I get  a break (next week...then the next one  is in October), don't expect me to  submit anything, eh. ]]></description>
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                <title>Programming</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 03 Sep 2004 06:36:49 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ My hardest class is computer studies,  and it's <strong>hell</strong>.  We're doing conversions  right now, and I'm already swimming in  confusion over quad and decimal...bah!   @)($*)@!<br />
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On the other hand, I got into Symphonic  Winds (highest band in our school).   Then again, it actually counts as an  extra course, which means I get an  extra credit (assuming I don't fail).   Which also means we're going to have  exams, tests, and assessments.<br />
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If I don't do well in this band (er,  course; I'm going to have to start  getting used to it as a <i>course</i> and not  an extracurricular), this is going to  pull my average down.  Bah.<br />
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                <title>Today was...</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 15 Aug 2004 00:51:34 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ k3wl!3z~!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11oneon e<br />
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No, seriously, it was.  It was  fantastic meeting everyone at the  devmeet :}  'Cept I, as always, kept my  mouth shut tight and tried to shrink  away in the corner to be an antisocial  Dawn.  I'm going to be a hermit when I  grow up; I can't seem to open my mouth  and talk.<br />
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It was unfortunate that I had to leave  early (hey, my mother wanted me to come  home earlier xP), and in the middle of  a question, too.  Whoops.  Heh heh.   I'm sure everyone thinks I'm a deluded  idiot now <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/x/xd.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":XD:" title="XD" />  Whee.<br />
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School in 8 days and I'm nervous x.x<br />
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<b>Edit:</b> Well, that took long enough to  reach 200 pageviews, haha. ]]></description>
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                <title>/me giggles</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 08 Aug 2004 17:45:49 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Two more weeks until school; can't  decide whether it's a good or a bad  thing.<br />
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<b>Pros:</b><br />
1.  I get to see everyone again, if I  don't get the chance to see them during  the next two weeks.<br />
2.  I will finally stop complaining  about boredom taking over my mind.<br />
3.  [Hopefully] I'll become smarter  again and won't sound so much like a  dumbass. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/w/wink.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=";)" title=";) (Wink)" />  (Or do I sound like one  anyway? <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/r/razz.gif" width="15" height="15" alt="=p" title="=p (Razz)" />)<br />
4.  I don't think there are any more  pros.<br />
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<b>Cons:</b><br />
1.  I will become extremely stressed  out and will wake up each morning to  find another few strands of hair  leaving my body (head, scalp, whatever,  you fool).<br />
2.  I will no longer have the honour of  complaining of boredom.<br />
3.  Expanding on number two, that will  be caused by the lack of free time.<br />
4.  I don't think there are any more  cons...wait, I might get stuck in a  cruddy class with cruddy people.  If  that turns out to be true, I'd rather  stay at home whinging about being bored  doing nothing.<br />
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I'm still having a hard time deciding,  but I won't worry about it now.  School  is good. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/n/nod.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":nod:" title="Nod" /><br />
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Excuse my English; I may have a few  grammar mistakes and my sentences might  not make sense, because I'm listening  to my music right now with headphones  on and it's sort of affecting my  typing.  I think. ]]></description>
                <author>~astereilla</author>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 01 Aug 2004 18:18:24 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ It's supposed to be summer, yet I'm  still seeing strands of my hair on the  bed and floor and chair <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" />  I'm sort of  thankful that I didn't join the  Alliance Francaise course now; I  wouldn't have had time to finish all my  other work (hunt for an appropriate  boarding school in the U.K., my <em>Kumon</em>,  Chinese, etc).  I don't know why I  still complain of boredom, though.   Probably because I leave everything to  the last minute to do...which does not  produce pretty results.  I whinge about  being busy on the last days and whinge  about being bored on the off days.<br />
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Must.  Stop.  Complaining.  I'm  supposed to be an <em>optimist</em>, damnit! <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/bounce.gif" width="40" height="25" alt=":bounce:" title="Bounce" /><br />
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I want a new camera and jeans <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/f/frown.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":(" title=":( (Sad)" />  (Was  that random?)<br />
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I think I'll practise my piano for a  bit now, seeing as I haven't exactly  practised the last week and my piano  teacher is coming in about 3.5 hours,  and the way I play some of my songs is  absolutely atrocious. ]]></description>
                <author>~astereilla</author>
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                <title>Moo-hahaha.</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 23 Jul 2004 19:38:24 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm still feeling exhilarated after  a...fairly heated debate with Alwin  which occurred two days ago (I think--I  have no sense of time).  Mwahaha.  I  like to think I have conquered the  almighty but appalling  beaver-and-potato combination. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/w/w00t.gif" width="23" height="23" alt=":w00t:" title="w00t!" />  Even  if I really [and most likely] haven't.   I think highly of myself, don't I? <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/bounce.gif" width="40" height="25" alt=":bounce:" title="Bounce" /><br />
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I run the risk of being kicked out of  his band, however.  I'd post the  conversation we had between us here,  but then it's quite long.  I'll post a  snippet <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" />  No obligation for you to read  it, however.<br />
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(20:44:55) [AHC 2004] wtf is ur god  damn problem?? fuck u: abt my mom<br />
(20:45:00) [AHC 2004] wtf is ur god  damn problem?? fuck u: im very pissed  thats all<br />
(20:45:19) fermez la bouche, s'il vous  plait; dead girls dance they burn and  twirl: oh?  what's wrong?<br />
(20:49:27) [AHC 2004] wtf is ur god  damn problem?? fuck u: well..<br />
(20:49:38) fermez la bouche, s'il vous  plait; dead girls dance they burn and  twirl: you can't seroiusly hate your  mum that much, she bore you<br />
(20:49:58) [AHC 2004] wtf is ur god  damn problem?? fuck u: ....ur point?<br />
(20:50:34) [AHC 2004] wtf is ur god  damn problem?? fuck u: she said that  whenever i use money i hafta tell her  and ask her permission<br />
(20:50:34) [AHC 2004] wtf is ur god  damn problem?? fuck u: wtf<br />
(20:50:58) fermez la bouche, s'il vous  plait; dead girls dance they burn and  twirl: ...that's not too bad<br />
(20:51:05) [AHC 2004] wtf is ur god  damn problem?? fuck u: wtf?<br />
(20:51:21) [AHC 2004] wtf is ur god  damn problem?? fuck u: theres something  wrong wif u u noe<br />
(20:51:25) fermez la bouche, s'il vous  plait; dead girls dance they burn and  twirl: dude.  she's trying to help you  learn how to spend your money wisely  and all you can say in thanks is fuck  you?<br />
(20:51:46) fermez la bouche, s'il vous  plait; dead girls dance they burn and  twirl: I can assure you there's nothing  wrong with me...<br />
(20:52:25) [AHC 2004] wtf is ur god  damn problem?? fuck u: its none of ur  business and no shes not trying to help  me learn how to spend my money<br />
(20:52:43) fermez la bouche, s'il vous  plait; dead girls dance they burn and  twirl: you put it up for everyone to  see.  /me shrugs<br />
(20:52:57) fermez la bouche, s'il vous  plait; dead girls dance they burn and  twirl: don't want the attention, don't  post it<br />
(20:53:15) fermez la bouche, s'il vous  plait; dead girls dance they burn and  twirl: then what's she trying to do?   you didn't earn that money<br />
(20:53:43) [AHC 2004] wtf is ur god  damn problem?? fuck u: actually i did<br />
(20:53:50) fermez la bouche, s'il vous  plait; dead girls dance they burn and  twirl: did you?  doing what?<br />
(20:54:02) [AHC 2004] wtf is ur god  damn problem?? fuck u: i put it up for  every1 to see not for every1 to cmt<br />
(20:54:10) [AHC 2004] wtf is ur god  damn problem?? fuck u: i write for  money<br />
(20:54:22) [AHC 2004] wtf is ur god  damn problem?? fuck u: so i suggest u  find out the facts b4 u talk to me<br />
(20:54:29) [AHC 2004] wtf is ur god  damn problem?? fuck u: i dont need u to  tell me wt to do<br />
(20:54:36) fermez la bouche, s'il vous  plait; dead girls dance they burn and  twirl: I can comment if I like.  I am  entitled to my opinion, am I not?<br />
(20:54:36) [AHC 2004] wtf is ur god  damn problem?? fuck u: who do u fink u  r?<br />
(20:54:52) fermez la bouche, s'il vous  plait; dead girls dance they burn and  twirl: ...<br />
(20:54:53) [AHC 2004] wtf is ur god  damn problem?? fuck u: no<br />
(20:54:57) fermez la bouche, s'il vous  plait; dead girls dance they burn and  twirl: ok, I'm not telling you what to  do.<br />
(20:54:58) [AHC 2004] wtf is ur god  damn problem?? fuck u: so shut the fuck  up<br />
(20:55:02) [AHC 2004] wtf is ur god  damn problem?? fuck u logged out.<br />
(20:55:03) [AHC 2004] wtf is ur god  damn problem?? fuck u has closed the  conversation window.<br />
(20:55:04) fermez la bouche, s'il vous  plait; dead girls dance they burn and  twirl: ...excuse me?! <br />
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fermez la bouche = me<br />
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There's much more to that, but you  probably don't want to read it (not  like many people are going to come  across this, anyway).  Hee. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/boogie.gif" width="25" height="25" alt=":boogie:" title="Boogie!" /><br />
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I can't wait until August :]  Everyone  comes back from vacation by the time  August rolls around, and hopefully I  can see everyone again before school  starts. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/d/dance.gif" width="29" height="21" alt=":dance:" ti... ]]></description>
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                <title>I'm not sure what to feel.</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 18 Jul 2004 04:19:03 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ My dog [Beggie] is quite old now.  A  bit too old.  He's 15, almost 16.  A  few months ago, we had to bring him to  the vet because he had a tumour.  He  was castrated (yes, castrated) and had  the tumour removed.  We had to bring  home a lot of medication--for his  heart, his lungs, his wound, and so on.<br />
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We spent quite a lot for that one  visit.  Unfortunately, while I was in  Canada for two weeks, my mum brought  him to the vet for another visit,  because the tumour had come back.  When  I came back, my mother told me  something that I don't think I've been  able to fully grasp yet.<br />
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We have to put Beggie to sleep.  She  was waiting for me to come back to Hong  Kong so I can decide when to take him  to the vet for his final visit.  I'm  thinking beginning of August, a few  weeks before school starts (August  20-something) so it won't affect my  schoolwork.<br />
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I really don't know how to feel about  all this.  I don't think I understand  all this yet, because I'm feeling  pretty emotionless.  Either that, or I  have no heart.  Which (hopefully) isn't  true.  I know it's for the best...yet  I've had Beggie as my pet for over 10  years.<br />
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A couple more weeks to go until it's  time to bid farewell... =/<br />
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Edit: I didn't realise he's almost deaf  in addition to being almost blind =/ ]]></description>
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