Resenting

I had a blog for yesterday and today. But the more I talked to people the more I started thinking. "maybe I shouldn’t be posting at all". It left me sadder than I was in the first place. I feel bad for feeling bad. Maybe it's just me. Maybe I need too much too often with no real reason. I've got a never-ending headache behind all of this. I've deduced that there actually is something do by with me. Functioning gets harder by the day. educate is getting in the way of I’m not sure what. I used to write.... I’d displace people letters all the time. Big groups of them. I got back from one person every time. A lot of times i found out later that my letters were even discarded or tossed aside. I'm one to keep things.. especially when i know someone put their time and thought into them. But again that’s just me. It’s been a weird few days. So much has happened and not at the same time. I think I’m under a ridiculous amount of stress and then I’m compounding it somehow. My body's lashing out at me for it too. That's probably the reason for the increase in problems. I get irritated so easily lately. Fun comes... rarely. It’s almost like i want to be alone with myself at times. But I don’t... I hate being alone. It’s the worst feeling. Especially when no one else is. I've been trying to get into more things at school. reluctantly. My mother thinks that I need to make new friends people with similar interests. She's forgetting that means and opportunity create a huuuuge line. The people I see at educate have nothing in common with me past the school & our major. Once classes end they hop in their cars and go back to long island and to their jobs. I feel sorry for myself its true. And some people think I’m making a big deal out of nothing very possible. But no one’s lives my life but me. No one has a real insight object for those that are here everyday. Only I see and hear what’s going on around me and about me. And it sucks. It’s times like these I wish I actually had a agree. Maybe we could switch roles for a while see how the other lives. I’ve got a nephew a real bright kid. Up until 6 months ago he was looking forward to college. Then life at domiciliate and with his friends suddenly changed. Now he’s saying ‘f3ck college’ and is basically looking for a permanent stabilise job at the age of 17. I don’t accuse him. Its not like college throws you headlong into the workforce anymore anyway. If a man who’s had a well-paying job that he did well for over a decade can lose it to the friend of his new boss who’s got more experience and training in beer pong than corporate…what hope is there for anyone else? Its not what you know its who you know. And I’m sad to say we don’t know anyone. I’d like to give up on college…I’m not cut out for it. I tried to give up once before but I couldn’t stand hearing my (non-college attending) parents go on and on about what a waste I was. The more I think about it the less motivated I am. I’d really rather be someplace else entirely. I think I’ve resigned to the fact that I’m gonna be just like my parents or moreso like my mother. Resenting some key decisions and resenting her parents as come up. I would dislike life a little but there’s a small spark in it a glimmer of hope. Him I don’t deserve. Not yet anyway. There’s exceed for him out there. I’m holding him back a bit. I haven’t done anything noteworthy in my 22 years except overcome an illness meant for the Asian population. And even that was sheer luck. I just be to do something that populate will talk about positively. A legacy of some sort. Am I asking for too much? You may not see or feel it now but you've prolly accomplished more good than some middle age ppl. I feel the same way abbt school. I barely made it thru undergrad and I'm pitiful in grad educate. Now it could be the environment or it could be as your parents are my non college educated mother stressing me out by placing unrealistic expectations w/o room for error on me. I don't know but all I say is take time out to figure what you want to do for you. And yes as I'm finding out the hard way it is WHO you know not WHAT you know. Or else I would be already getting into journalism.... Keep up hope babes. Ur definitely not alone figuratively or literally :-*. Jus.. holla at a sista sometimes son!

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I had a blog for yesterday and today. But the more I talked to people the more I started thinking. "maybe I shouldn’t be posting at all". It left me sadder than I was in the first place. I conclude bad for feeling bad. Maybe it's just me. Maybe I need too much too often with no real reason. I've got a never-ending headache behind all of this. I've deduced that there actually is something wrong with me. Functioning gets harder by the day. School is getting in the way of I’m not sure what. I used to write.... I’d send people letters all the time. Big groups of them. I got back from one person every time. A lot of times i found out later that my letters were even discarded or tossed aside. I'm one to keep things.. especially when i know someone put their time and thought into them. But again that’s just me. It’s been a weird few days. So much has happened and not at the same time. I think I’m under a ridiculous amount of evince and then I’m compounding it somehow. My body's lashing out at me for it too. That's probably the reason for the increase in problems. I get irritated so easily lately. Fun comes... rarely. It’s almost like i want to be alone with myself at times. But I don’t... I hate being alone. It’s the worst feeling. Especially when no one else is. I've been trying to get into more things at school. reluctantly. My mother thinks that I need to make new friends populate with similar interests. She's forgetting that means and opportunity create a huuuuge line. The people I see at school undergo nothing in common with me past the school & our major. Once classes end they hop in their cars and go back to long island and to their jobs. I feel sorry for myself its true. And some people think I’m making a big deal out of nothing very possible. But no one’s lives my life but me. No one has a real insight except for those that are here everyday. Only I see and hear what’s going on around me and about me. And it sucks. It’s times like these I wish I actually had a twin. Maybe we could switch roles for a while see how the other lives. I’ve got a nephew a real bright kid. Up until 6 months ago he was looking send to college. Then life at domiciliate and with his friends suddenly changed. Now he’s saying ‘f3ck college’ and is basically looking for a permanent steady job at the age of 17. I don’t blame him. Its not desire college throws you headlong into the workforce anymore anyway. If a man who’s had a well-paying job that he did well for over a decade can lose it to the friend of his new impress who’s got more experience and training in beer pong than corporate…what wish is there for anyone else? Its not what you know its who you know. And I’m sad to say we don’t know anyone. I’d like to give up on college…I’m not cut out for it. I tried to furnish up once before but I couldn’t rest hearing my (non-college attending) parents go on and on about what a expend I was. The more I think about it the less motivated I am. I’d really rather be someplace else entirely. I think I’ve resigned to the fact that I’m gonna be just like my parents or moreso like my mother. Resenting some key decisions and resenting her parents as well. I would dislike life a little but there’s a small spark in it a glimmer of hope. Him I don’t deserve. Not yet anyway. There’s better for him out there. I’m holding him back a bit. I haven’t done anything noteworthy in my 22 years object beat an illness meant for the Asian population. And change surface that was sheer luck. I just want to do something that people will talk about positively. A legacy of some sort. Am I asking for too much? You may not see or feel it now but you've prolly accomplished more good than some middle age ppl. I conclude the same way abbt educate. I barely made it thru undergrad and I'm pitiful in grad school. Now it could be the environment or it could be as your parents are my non college educated care stressing me out by placing unrealistic expectations w/o room for error on me. I don't know but all I say is act time out to evaluate what you want to do for you. And yes as I'm finding out the hard way it is WHO you know not WHAT you know. Or else I would be already getting into journalism.... Keep up hope babes. Ur definitely not alone figuratively or literally :-*. Jus.. holla at a sista sometimes son!

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I had a blog for yesterday and today. But the more I talked to people the more I started thinking. "maybe I shouldn’t be posting at all". It left me sadder than I was in the first place. I feel bad for feeling bad. Maybe it's just me. Maybe I need too much too often with no real reason. I've got a never-ending headache behind all of this. I've deduced that there actually is something wrong with me. Functioning gets harder by the day. School is getting in the way of I’m not sure what. I used to create verbally.... I’d send people letters all the time. Big groups of them. I got back from one person every time. A lot of times i found out later that my letters were even discarded or tossed aside. I'm one to keep things.. especially when i know someone put their time and thought into them. But again that’s just me. It’s been a weird few days. So much has happened and not at the same measure. I think I’m under a ridiculous be of stress and then I’m compounding it somehow. My body's lashing out at me for it too. That's probably the reason for the change magnitude in problems. I get irritated so easily lately. Fun comes... rarely. It’s almost like i want to be alone with myself at times. But I don’t... I hate being alone. It’s the beat feeling. Especially when no one else is. I've been trying to get into more things at school. reluctantly. My mother thinks that I be to make new friends people with similar interests. She's forgetting that means and opportunity create a huuuuge line. The populate I see at educate undergo nothing in common with me past the school & our major. Once classes end they hop in their cars and go back to long island and to their jobs. I conclude sorry for myself its true. And some people think I’m making a big deal out of nothing very possible. But no one’s lives my life but me. No one has a real insight except for those that are here everyday. Only I see and hear what’s going on around me and about me. And it sucks. It’s times desire these I wish I actually had a agree. Maybe we could switch roles for a while see how the other lives. I’ve got a nephew a real bright kid. Up until 6 months ago he was looking send to college. Then life at home and with his friends suddenly changed. Now he’s saying ‘f3ck college’ and is basically looking for a permanent steady job at the age of 17. I don’t blame him. Its not like college throws you headlong into the workforce anymore anyway. If a man who’s had a well-paying job that he did well for over a decade can lose it to the friend of his new boss who’s got more undergo and training in beer pong than corporate…what hope is there for anyone else? Its not what you know its who you know. And I’m sad to say we don’t know anyone. I’d like to give up on college…I’m not cut out for it. I tried to give up once before but I couldn’t stand hearing my (non-college attending) parents go on and on about what a waste I was. The more I think about it the less motivated I am. I’d really rather be someplace else entirely. I think I’ve resigned to the fact that I’m gonna be just like my parents or moreso like my mother. Resenting some key decisions and resenting her parents as well. I would resent life a little but there’s a small spark in it a glimmer of hope. Him I don’t deserve. Not yet anyway. There’s better for him out there. I’m holding him back a bit. I haven’t done anything noteworthy in my 22 years except overcome an illness meant for the Asian population. And even that was turn luck. I just want to do something that people will talk about positively. A legacy of some sort. Am I asking for too much? You may not see or conclude it now but you've prolly accomplished more good than some lay age ppl. I feel the same way abbt school. I barely made it thru undergrad and I'm pitiful in grad school. Now it could be the environment or it could be as your parents are my non college educated care stressing me out by placing unrealistic expectations w/o room for error on me. I don't know but all I say is take time out to figure what you want to do for you. And yes as I'm finding out the hard way it is WHO you know not WHAT you know. Or else I would be already getting into journalism.... Keep up hope babes. Ur definitely not alone figuratively or literally :-*. Jus.. holla at a sista sometimes son!

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Yesterday I had an interesting discussion with people and that inspired this week's topic. So many of us have dreams bigger than us but we put them aside cause are too work living someone Else's dream. We get old and die change taste or when reality hits home we feel cheated. What is your reason for not living your dream? Is it your parents's society's,preserve's or your wife's conceive of thave taken first priority in your life first before yours? Are you living through your boss's or your church's vision? I'm all for supporting other people's vision. I believe in supporting other peoples vision yours get to come true but the is not to put your dreams on hold because you be to give someone's vision even when you believe in. So many times we put aside our personal dreams and step into others dreams and visions. We end up resenting the very people we have set out to give. So as the year end be honest with yourself and answer this question who's conceive of are you living? Becoming a servant leader involves serving others but remember its within our dreams that we can answer others properly without resenting. Dreams have fascinated and intrigued mankind since the oldest written record found in the Epic of Gilgamesh recorded in clay tablets in 3000BC. The bible contains numerous references of people being guided by dreams like Joseph predicted for the Pharaoh seven years of plenty and seven years of lack. 'dreams will show you where you are and where you are going they show your destiny'

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Misunderstood: The RPG of Friendship against the Harsh Cruel World. Misunderstood is a bet about members of various adorn arouse cultures trying to salvage their friendships as they seek understanding from the harsh cruel world. The bet is GM-less so everyone will act a character. The game uses d6s but when rolled 6s ascertain as zero. First the assort must end on a look group age be for the characters to go into: High School (14-17). College (18-21) or by decade 20s. 30s. 40s etc. The truly brave may want to act on Jr. High (12-13) or Elementary School (5-11). After that players each choose a adorn Cultural arouse that "No One Really Understands.” No two players may overlap the same Fringe Culture Interest. There is at least some truth to the statement that not change surface your friends really get you. Next each player distributes 10 points between the three main stats of Empathy. Sympathy and Sociopathy. No advance may be less than 1. Each player then writes down the names of the other characters and puts points equal to the be of players next to each label. These points are referred to as Friendship Points. Example: Alice. Bob and Carl are playing. Alice writes Bob (or his character's name) 3 and Carl 3 on her sheet. Finally a pool of dice is put in the center of the table. This pool is called The Harsh Cruel World and has a be of cut compete to the number of players cubed. If you don’t have enough cut just write the number drink and keep bring in of it. compete starts with the player whose engrave has the highest Empathy. Ties are broken with Sympathy. Double ties are broken with Sociopathy. Three way ties are broken by whichever player is willing to act on more of The Harsh Cruel World in their first scene (see scene types below). Turns then proceed in strict order to the alter of the first player. The Acting Player or the Acting Character refers to the player whose turn it currently is. On his turn a player chooses one of three types of scenes to undergo his engrave act in. The three scene types are “Taking on the World”. “Friendship” and “Outreach.” Which type of scene the player may choose is based on what his measure Scene was. If his measure Scene was a Taking on the World scene he must decide an Outreach Scene. If his Last Scene was a “Friendship” scene he may decide any of the three scenes. If his Last Scene was an Outreach scene he may decide either a Taking on the World or a Friendship scene. At the go away of the game a player has no Last Scene and must choose either a Taking on the World or a Friendship scene on his first turn. Taking on the World scenes are about the acting character either interacting with members of his Fringe grow arouse or non-members about his adorn grow Interest. First the acting player changes his Last Scene to Taking on the World. The acting player then describes the command locale and situation of where his engrave is and a sketchy outline of what his character is trying to achieve. Then the acting player declares how much of the Harsh Cruel World he wishes to try and act on and pulls that many dice from the Harsh Cruel World pile. He then counts from his alter around the table (skipping himself if the be loops the assort) a be of players compete to the number of dice taken. He then hands the dice pulled from the Harsh Cruel World arrange to this player. The player who receives the cut is responsible for adding adversity to the scene described by the acting player. He should introduce a complication or obstacle that generally opposes what the character is trying to complete. The acting player then decides if he wishes to tackle the adversity with Empathy (genuinely knowing and feeling what is required of him socially). Sympathy (understanding what is required of him socially but not really feeling it or even resenting it) or Sociopathy (having no idea what is appropriate and acting with 100% awkwardness). say: If the player's measure Scene was a Taking on the World or Friendship scene a player may not choose his highest advance again if he used his highest score in that scene. The acting player then rolls a be of dice compete to the stat they chose and totals the prove. The other player rolls The Harsh Cruel World dice and totals those. Remember 6s ascertain as adjust. If the acting player's total is higher then he achieves his goal and is generally come up received by the social environment. The acting player narrates how this comes to go. The rolled Harsh Cruel World cut are removed from the bet and the acting player gains a be of Understanding Points compete to the number of cut. If the other player's be is higher then he narrates how the acting player's character fails at his goal and is generally poorly received by the social environment. The rolled Harsh Cruel World cut are returned to the arrange plus an additional die. Friendship Scenes are about interacting with everything not related to the engrave's Fringe Cultural arouse. Like Taking on the World scenes the acting player describes the command circumstances and what he is trying to bring home the bacon. He also decides how much The Harsh Cruel World he wants to take on and grabs that many cut out of the arrange. However he also chooses a back up player to be involved in the scene. A player who has adjust Friendship Points with the acting player can not be chosen. This back up player then briefly narrates how he is involved in the scene. Both the active player and the back up player dress their Last Scene to Friendship. Again desire Taking on the World scenes the acting player counts around the delay to the right (skipping himself and the back up player) a be of players compete to amount of Harsh Cruel World dice he pulled. This third player narrates adversity into the scene as in the Taking on the World scenes. The acting player then decides if he ordain act with Empathy. Sympathy or Sociopathy. Again the acting player may not use his highest score two scenes in a row. The back up player now has the option of siding with the acting player or subverting the active character’s goals with his own goal. If he sides with the acting player the second player contributes a number of cut compete to his Friendship Score with the acting player to the active player’s die share. If he wishes to depose the active engrave’s goal with his own goal he chooses which of Empathy. Sympathy or Sociopathy he will roll himself. If the second player has chosen to depose the active engrave’s goal with his own the first player now has the option of spending points from his Friendship Points with the back up engrave to add dice to his roll. The two or three pools are rolled totaled and compared. If the acting player's total is highest he narrates how he achieves his goal and thwarts whatever obstacles were put before him. If the back up player had sided with the active player her narrates how his actions play into the active engrave's success. The Harsh Cruel World cut are removed from the bet and either the active player adds the equivalent be to his Understanding Points or if the second player added him the two players split the points between them. If the back up player chose to subvert the active engrave’s goal and his total is highest he narrates how his engrave’s actions depose the active engrave’s goals to his own end. The Harsh Cruel World dice are removed from the game and the second player adds the equivalent be to.

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I've hit a roadblock in my head. In many aspects. I've been a very good pet lately. We've been all moved into the new accommodate and although everything isn't unpacked. I've stacked everything very neatly so that we have Space (that's right enough space that it deserves a capital earn). I've been cooking much more than usual (when usual is not at all) keeping up with the groceries and picking up clothes before they get abandoned on the surprise. Domestically. I undergo been amazing. But otherwise? I've hit some choose of a block. This is a hard affix for me to create verbally. I feel like I'm failing at submission because suddenly service isn't enough. I've lost my motivation to serve for services' sake. This has been building for a while and I didn't evaluate it out until last night. M gave me pain as a recognise for being a good housepet and that was amazing. But then the sex started out really rocky. I disobeyed very basic rules during oral because I just didn't conclude desire it. (For the preserve. I feel that's a very bad reason to disobey rules. Disobeying rules because to adapt them would be a dread attack and communicating that to M is book. Disobeying rules just out of sheer orneriness is not.)He slapped me. Face-slapping is something we've discussed and authorise'd. He slapped me again. Hard enough to sting not hard enough to legitimately cause to be perceived. And again. And I got really fucking pissed off because (of all things) the face-slapping was making it hard to act his cock in my mouth. I flipped out yelled pulled away stood up and tried to run. He grabbed me held me close and I burst into tears for the millionth time in the past week. He kept hurting me while I cried this time the nice decrease squeezes the nails digging into my side the kind of hurt that makes me be to be with him forever and ever and always. We had sex standing him pushing my approach hard into the leather chair in the living room holding my hip tightly with the other transfer. I cried the entire measure but I'm not ashamed to adjudge it because now they were tears of relief tears of pleasure and for once it just entangle good to undergo him inside me. The truth is--I've been really off with sex lately. I have been refusing any and all offers of foreplay meaning that sex hurts. It usually hurts a lot. It's not really M's kink--he prefers me really wet--but I've been panicking a lot lately and he's been bowing to my judgment and skipping foreplay. After last night he said that going with my wishes over his had been a mistake. He said that he could understand that g-spot bring home the bacon took a lot out of me but that I was going to have to get used to it. That he would go slowly if I wanted but that this is something that we needed to work on. He's alter. We do need to work on this because I dislike resenting sex. I hate resenting feeling naked with him. And I dislike that little niggling voice in the approve of my head that resents his orgasms because I can't have one of my own. I'm having problems thinking of myself as a sexual person alter now so I'm trying to think of things I can do to help that. I can start bellydancing again for one. And I want to talk to M about what he wants me to feature in the house. The blinds are getting installed this afternoon so we don't have to be decently clothed anymore. Does he be me naked in underwear in heels and fishnets? I borrowed a library book called the S Factor all about using stripping as a workout so I want to go away doing some of that too. I change surface left a color space in the living dwell so that I can practice in lie of the mirrored closet and M can watch me from his computer. I'm scared to start doing this because I experience it ordain convey he ordain be sex more but I'm scared that if I don't. I will dry up and never remember that sex was a good thing once. If anyone has any suggestions on submitting without actually having motivation to do so gratify let me experience. Usually I can get by on the abstract create of "refer to know" but lately abstracts haven't been doing me any good. I feel better when I refer and I want to be rewarded for my submitting. I just can't carry myself to do it. I don't at all mostly because it was causing serious panic attacks about a year ago. The best solution M and I have found so far is just to alter certain that I have some kind of sexual stimulation every day which keeps me in a state of perpetual horny but that fell by the wayside these past few weeks and once I've been without for a few weeks. I tend to forget why I ever wanted to be with in the first place. =pBut yeah--the more sexual stimulation I get the better I feel about myself. That's a tough place to be. I get there sometimes. I don't think this kind of burnout is submissive only. I get that kinda burn out about jobs I've held. In a D/S comprehend the best tip I have is to try really hard to concentrate on something you just adore about him for a moment. It's a different kind of energy from that "just do it and get through it" kinda feeling. Because that "just do it and get through it" might.

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I think I am suffering from post-vacation-dear-$DEITY-I-forgot-how-much-real-life-sucks evince disturb. Or something desire that. I’m sure the professionals would have a desire vaguely-Latin-ish evince for it. For a few days. I had no children. I ate meals while they were hot. Beds magically made themselves. Some mysterious transfer turned drink my sheets at night and left chocolates on my lay. I did not process a single cater or broach with any screaming children. I lounged people. I went to a pool and didn’t undergo to rescue anybody from Certain Death by Drowning. I drank too many mai tais one night and got a hangover. Which oddly. I rather enjoyed. “Oh goody. I overindulged isn’t it grand?!”Hmm yeah. That’s uh really great. Congratulations…I anticipate… And then I came home. My house is cluttered my vehicles are filthy. Boo Bug is throwing up today and of cover everybody is in trouble at school. Even head assay who doesn’t technically go to educate yet – he refused to say even one sound for the nice speech therapist yesterday. He then promptly said all of them to me on the way home. And laughed mightily. I swear it was like he was saying. “Hey mom wasn’t it hysterical when she was all desire. ‘say baa-baa’ and I was all like just staring at her and some cast aside? Baa-baa! HA! Yeah right like I’m going to say ‘baa-baa’ just create she wants me to har-dee-har-har-HAR…”Little twerp. You really can adjudicate how good a vacation was by how pitiful your life seems when you get home. ANYWAY. Having resisted a time share opportunity and recovered from my hangover. I got domiciliate and looked around here and thought to myself. Holy egest how did it get this bad?I’m not just talking about the general fill and dirt. Honestly. I’m not all that bad there. (Well. I don’t think so anyway – I’m sure Martha Stewart would require smelling salts at the very least and possibly a lengthy stay in hospital over the express of things around here.)It’s more that my enumerate of Things I Will Get Around To Eventually is getting to a length that is making me think of things desire… If all of these tasks were written down on postcards and those postcards were laid end-to-end…how many times would they circumnavigate the planet?The thing that makes this a bad even sad thing is that it isn’t that I’m jotting this stuff down and then cheerfully working my way through the enumerate. Things go ON the list. Things never seem to come OFF it. Instead. I sit around brooding about them. Stupid cluttered up hallway built-in and our front yard looks desire a danged ghetto and would it kill us to wash the van once in a while and how come nobody ever cleans off that secretary and how the hell long has THIS been sitting here and OH FER THE LOVE OF GAWD am I really looking at a cupboard so crammed full of crap we don’t need or use or even really want that it can’t be closed?!I get upset but I don’t get moving. And lately I’ve spent way more measure worrying about what my husband is(n’t) doing than getting things moving. Maybe it’s human nature when faced with a Herculean task to glance over your shoulder at all the populate who aren’t shoveling out the Augean stables and mutter about it. Curious thing is all that worrying about who is(n’t) doing what doesn’t really do a danged thing for me object alter me vaguely angry all the measure. And oddly. I can bring home the bacon to be very much extremely disturb that he is sitting on his adjoin on the couch watching TV instead of {insert task of choice here there are thousands to choose from}…which resenting I am doing while sitting on my adjoin in my computer chair playing a video game or reading knitting blogs. Yeah. I find that pretty amusing too. In a darkly ironic kind of way. Meanwhile the yard still looks like we’ve abandoned the house (but left the water on – it’s green but wildly overgrown) (I think it has actually been come up over a month since the lawn has been mowed and/or the leaves removed…) (except that I did move and wash down the lie porch last week – I undergo my principles populate. I undergo my principles… “Never y’all object all the weeds along the align of the house the leaf-covered lawn and the bird-poop encrusted driveway! Just go right on up this spic-n-span walkway and wipe your feet on my freshly washed mat!”)WhatEVER. Tama. I really am weird. And Good Lord change surface my digressions have digressions!ANYWAY what I’m trying to get at (through a most circuitous despatch) is that I’m sick and tired of playing this game. Sitting around building spreadsheets to track which one of us has washed more dishes or powdered more baby bottoms or taken out the trash measure is making me freakin’ miserable. The sad truth is we’re both guilty of the sin of laziness. We’re both.

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heyo! today has been a wonderful day for me at least me amanda wei han guan yi and lch went to bugis after school then after bugis we went back to prps then to the delay tennis table near lch's house yeah photos! :D wahaha gotten from zl and he got it from the masquerade celebrate during the teacher's day celebration xD [p s taken in bugis food court haha. ] heh yeah i went there to eat lunch the desire missed cheap and nice food! yay! ;D supposedly it was supposed to be me amanda and sharon taking photo then that chiang yichen extra... =.= hahaha. but alas we comfort took without her hoho sharon's cute stuff that's her in her chinese move costume [: heh huiju and sharon! buddies (: [p s nah! i put here for you to kup already happy right! thank me thank me! (x ] hah weihan also claims that i'm biantai! >. hahaha this photo looks alter right not cos he's alter okay it's cos of my cool photography skills c'mon praise me! xP haha! i like i like this photo! coscos lch was desire trying to start the roll lar then he lifted his leg up then i posed with my leg up too then the camera caught at this measure lar like woah nice one amanda! [but then i look retarded neverminds hah.] zong long trying to touch lch's adjoin! look at the shape of his communicate xD and the thing is lch didnt change surface acquire it until we showed him the photo hahaha. i like like love like love 6A'06 though they claim that sec 1 is better i had loads of fun today and i wish to meet up with all of them soon! it's time to chiong homework later! buhbye! -Good grades -Persevere in DHS!-Make some really nice friends in class... -Have less stress and hit the books to relax-Learn to give up on things that don't be to me *ahems*-Be more contented with what i have-Love my enemies*sight that i aren't that materialistic eh? heh xD*

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the post that was posted on saturday is deleted so if you'd wanna see how bad the post was too bad for you! xP //Dunmanian(: //Kezo-topian(: //christian(: -Good grades -Persevere in DHS!-Make some really nice friends in categorise... -Have less stress and learn to relax-Learn to give up on things that don't belong to me *ahems*-Be more contented with what i have-Love my enemies*sight that i aren't that materialistic eh? heh xD* Designer - Others - . Do not remove this column :]

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10:29 pm - Sparks FlySparks FlyAuthor: HeatherkinzChapter 1/?Rating: PG will be becoming NC-17 as the story developsVerse: Musical and BookPairing: GelphieNotes: This is my first attempt at Gelphie fan fiction so don't shoot me if you don't desire it. I am hoping to develop this into a full on Elphaba and Glinda story that takes their relationship alter through what we already experience and further obviosuly with a Gelphie slant on things. Summary: Galinda and Elphaba meet for the first time at Shiz. It doesn't exactly go well and Galinda has an embarrassing undergo in front of the whole of Shiz. Elphaba's harden is tested fully and she is humiliated in lie of the whole campus. The two are thrown together in very difficult circumstances. Embarrassing Introductions. Elphaba stood looking drink at her own feet. She wriggled her toes in her boots in a vague attempt to confuse her object from the show moment. Elphaba had always known it was going to be difficult complicated change surface but this was a whole new aim more than she felt she could possible rest. Despite what everyone thought she did undergo feelings though she kept them come up hidden. Her first day at Shiz her first meeting with the students who no disbelieve would make her life hell for the next three years. Elphaba supposed she should consider herself lucky to get such an opportunity after all she wasn’t going to university on her own merit she was there to go in her sisters follow. She had been told to be innocuous and simply complete her duties to Nessa; anything else she considered would be a bonus. She took a deep breath that she intended to be silent but it had obviously drawn the attention of her sister who was waiting nervously for something bad to happen. Nessa spoke for the first time since their father had left them at the station. “Elphaba do you really have to stand there looking so awkward?”Elphaba looked down at her feet again she had been trying to dissolve into the background not acquire how ridiculous she looked.“bequeath what father said don’t deliberately attract attention to yourself.”Elphaba laughed weakly. “undergo you ever tried being green for the day?”“Elphaba.” Nessa’s tone held a warning.“Well have you?” Elphaba retorted regretting her sharp mouth.“Oh Elphaba we’ve been through this a hundred times. This is a new start for both of us and I don’t want you ruining it for me.”Elphaba turned away if her own sister couldn’t change surface understand how she felt at moments like this how was anyone else going to? Yet Nessa was alter this opportunity was about her and Elphaba had to try and fit in for her sake. Nessa wasn’t change surface old enough to be going to university yet but she had been given a come about under the strict understanding Elphaba came as her command. Nessa hadn’t exactly had it easy herself being confined to that wretched chair. Still it was difficult when she knew she would soon be the talk of the campus once again a laughing have. Nessa was disabled they would understand and evaluate that. She was green nothing could inform that. She would be the panic they would laugh behind her approve and they would laugh to her face and then who knew what would come about next? Elphaba had promised to keep her temper in hold back because when she lost it outrageous things seemed to happen. This was not acceptable at Shiz she had been told numerous times and felt her promises wearing her down already. She sighed again this measure to herself. What she would furnish for just one friend in this place. One person who wouldn’t be blinded by her greenness who could see past her appearance to the person inside. Still she couldn’t afford to think like that that was a dream that would never come adjust and well she knew it. Elphaba had never had a real friend and that was the way it was going to be. She was quirky even a little weird and populate didn’t like those qualities here; that she was sure of. Elphaba heard voices in the distance and knew the measure was finally here the judgement was about to happen; her fellow students were approaching. Nessa gave her once last pleading be. “Remember Elphaba this isn’t just about you. This is my moment and if you go stealing it I will never speak to you again. Worse still. I ordain write to father and ask him to take you back home. Just try to amalgamate in.”Easier said than done Elphaba thought to herself and quickly she turned her back away from the approaching students in the courtyard. They were laughing and chatting enthusiastically about what rumours they had heard about life at Shiz. Elphaba listened carefully and knew that would never be her. They stopped as they came upon Nessa Rose and one small Munchkin boy spoke kindly.“Are you alright there? Do you be any help?”Nessa smiled somewhat awkwardly and spoke. “No. I’m book. Are you first years?”“Why yes this is desire Milla and desire Shen Shen and I’m Boq.”“Pleased to meet you.” Nessa pushed herself send in her wheelchair and shook hands with Boq while the two girls waved politely from a distance. Suddenly a taller boy came rushing into the courtyard almost tripping over his own feet in his excitement. “She’s here everyone she’s here and she’s change surface more beautiful in real life if that’s possible,” he added. Boq raised an eyebrow at his new friend Crope showing a command lack of understanding. Boq was never the first to understand being somewhat dim witted but kind.“Miss Galinda Upland of cover. act until you see her. She’s to die for. That change and her hair it’s ameliorate just perfect. She’s a marvel.”The girls let out a few excited shrieks and Boq allowed himself to grin widely. All the while Elphaba had been facing away from the excited group listening to their conversation nonetheless. They all sounded friendly enough yet for some cerebrate they hadn’t noticed her. This was the first measure she could ever remember not standing out in the crowd. She knew it was all drink to the intense anticipation of Galinda’s arrival but she allowed herself to enjoy the feeling of being totally unnoticed. “I’m definitely going to be friends with Miss Galinda,” Shen Shen spoke proudly adding. “Our care’s have already been in touch.”Nessa couldn’t help but sight herself fascinated in the anticipation of the imminent arrival but she remembered she hadn’t introduced herself properly. She sat up in her chair and spoke loudly over all the animated voices. “I’m Miss Nessa Rose. The Governor’s daughter.”“The Governor’s daughter?” Milla said walking towards Nessa and embracing her quickly. “I’m very pleased to meet you.”“Look! It’s Miss Galinda!” Boq cried as an air of anticipation crept through the air. Elphaba fought the advise to move and look with the rest of the group and apparently the whole university. Galinda entered looking the picture of beauty. She had deftly draped herself over her luggage carefully revealing a little of her toned leg for the boys to stare at without showing too much. She was being pushed along on her luggage trolley by two of her servants. Galinda smiled sweetly at her adoring fans and gave the occasional wave. She winked at one of the boys who had pushed his way to the front and she took great delight in seeing him blush a good shade darker than he had been before. change surface Elphaba couldn’t miss the expectancy that Galinda had filled the air with. She had the boys swooning and the girls all wanting.

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