Board Meeting 12.08.10
No adopt-a-street this month!
[it's way too cold.]
Membership - We have 220+ members.
-we need to do more planning for the members so they will be able to have enough activities.
-in regards to Toys for Tots, it didn't go through because the people in charge didn't contact us.
Relay for Life
-we will start fundraising and getting people involved soon.
Benjamin Babysitting - December 13th
-cancelled due to snow day.
Towanda Babysitting
-has been going well, everyone has been showing up.
T-shirt
-should be coming soon.
After School
-it has been going well.
-only three dates this month [12/5, 12/20, 12/21] due to finals and shorter month.
Card-making
-hand-making holiday cards for wounded/sick soldiers for one activity.
-it went pretty well!
Cookies for Valentine's?
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Monday, December 13, 2010
of love
last night i finally had a bit of a meltdown and i cried to my mom for the first time in years, perhaps for the first time ever [it used to be crying because of her or crying behind her back], and i felt so relieved.
"if you enter this world knowing you are loved and leave knowing the same, then everything that happens in between can be dealt with." - michael jackson
this morning i woke up and i was so startled to find it is december.
i stared at my hands, my walls, out my windows and asked myself,
how did all this time go away?
what have i been doing these last eight months?
am i happy with who i am?
who am i?
and i can't honestly answer any of these question still, but it's dreadful waking up and realizing that everything you've done in the last eight months [a premature renaissance!] doesn't line up with your values and your dreams. it was like molting off a temporary personality that i'd been using to hide my honest eyes and seeing how i had been living and how i had let many things slip away and let my priorities fall out of line. i suppose these last three weeks have built up to this point, but it was nevertheless an utter shock to me.
what a rip van wrinkle moment, i wake to find that all situations and people and ideas have changed, but at the heart of hearts, i have not changed at all. i still have the same problems, same desires, same hopes, same fears save for a few new ones, but i'm essentially the same dream-filled child that i've been since i was twelve with several outer refinements. all my shortcomings are the same, perhaps a tad muted, but still very present. oh, and i thought i had grown up so much!
i've been letting myself fall to ruin, all of these things are merely choices. i've said this so many times before, been told this so many times before, and today it sunk in entirely and it really hit me that i need to change too. i can't sit and wait any longer, and the only thing i've truly learned about myself these last eight months is that i'm incredibly impatient and certainly not waiter. at the core of my being, i am do-er, a leader of sorts, and this is why i've been so unhappy lately. i haven't been doing, i've been hiding in self-doubt.
i'm just repeating the same pains, same stories, same-same again and again, but all i want is newnewnew!
i want to
start living again.
"for there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so." - william shakespeare
i talked with a friend for a long time today, about everything, frightening and frivolous, serious and cereal, oh, this is just how we are: giggly girls.
every time we talk, i just remember how much i am madly in love with living and everything in life! and i need to remember this everyday, how i am not as terrible as i've convinced myself i am, and although i fault myself for everything that happens, the greatest error is in doing nothing about it.
here it is: my greatest fear is not loneliness or death or public speaking anymore, it is being helpless. i am afraid of being unable to change anything that makes life unbearable, and all that needs to be changed is attitude or mindset or outlook, and thus helplessness is a choice. how ironic, i create my own fears in trying to escape my fears, just as i try to combat problems by using those problems.
tomorrow is another day, and each day ahead of us holds so much promise: pregnant with possibilities!
"of the chameleon's dish: i eat the air, promise-crammed." - william shakespeare
today i started living again, and tomorrow and each day ahead, i swear i will continue doing that, and i never intend to lose sight of that again.
"when there is no hope, one must invent hope." - albert camus
i thank the Lord for everything and everyone He has put in my life
and ask that He never let me stop appreciating and thanking Him for this
and His everlasting love, and i ask that
He give me the strength to give such love to everyone and everything just as He does.
if God can find it within Him to love us and forgive us for all our mistakes
[us, we who are all flawed],
i can do the same,
for Him and others and myself.
"when you were dead in your sins and in the uncircumcision of your sinful nature, God made you alive with Christ; He forgave us all our sins." - colossians 2:13
"if you enter this world knowing you are loved and leave knowing the same, then everything that happens in between can be dealt with." - michael jackson
this morning i woke up and i was so startled to find it is december.
i stared at my hands, my walls, out my windows and asked myself,
how did all this time go away?
what have i been doing these last eight months?
am i happy with who i am?
who am i?
and i can't honestly answer any of these question still, but it's dreadful waking up and realizing that everything you've done in the last eight months [a premature renaissance!] doesn't line up with your values and your dreams. it was like molting off a temporary personality that i'd been using to hide my honest eyes and seeing how i had been living and how i had let many things slip away and let my priorities fall out of line. i suppose these last three weeks have built up to this point, but it was nevertheless an utter shock to me.
what a rip van wrinkle moment, i wake to find that all situations and people and ideas have changed, but at the heart of hearts, i have not changed at all. i still have the same problems, same desires, same hopes, same fears save for a few new ones, but i'm essentially the same dream-filled child that i've been since i was twelve with several outer refinements. all my shortcomings are the same, perhaps a tad muted, but still very present. oh, and i thought i had grown up so much!
i've been letting myself fall to ruin, all of these things are merely choices. i've said this so many times before, been told this so many times before, and today it sunk in entirely and it really hit me that i need to change too. i can't sit and wait any longer, and the only thing i've truly learned about myself these last eight months is that i'm incredibly impatient and certainly not waiter. at the core of my being, i am do-er, a leader of sorts, and this is why i've been so unhappy lately. i haven't been doing, i've been hiding in self-doubt.
i'm just repeating the same pains, same stories, same-same again and again, but all i want is newnewnew!
i want to
start living again.
"for there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so." - william shakespeare
i talked with a friend for a long time today, about everything, frightening and frivolous, serious and cereal, oh, this is just how we are: giggly girls.
every time we talk, i just remember how much i am madly in love with living and everything in life! and i need to remember this everyday, how i am not as terrible as i've convinced myself i am, and although i fault myself for everything that happens, the greatest error is in doing nothing about it.
here it is: my greatest fear is not loneliness or death or public speaking anymore, it is being helpless. i am afraid of being unable to change anything that makes life unbearable, and all that needs to be changed is attitude or mindset or outlook, and thus helplessness is a choice. how ironic, i create my own fears in trying to escape my fears, just as i try to combat problems by using those problems.
tomorrow is another day, and each day ahead of us holds so much promise: pregnant with possibilities!
"of the chameleon's dish: i eat the air, promise-crammed." - william shakespeare
today i started living again, and tomorrow and each day ahead, i swear i will continue doing that, and i never intend to lose sight of that again.
"when there is no hope, one must invent hope." - albert camus
i thank the Lord for everything and everyone He has put in my life
and ask that He never let me stop appreciating and thanking Him for this
and His everlasting love, and i ask that
He give me the strength to give such love to everyone and everything just as He does.
if God can find it within Him to love us and forgive us for all our mistakes
[us, we who are all flawed],
i can do the same,
for Him and others and myself.
"when you were dead in your sins and in the uncircumcision of your sinful nature, God made you alive with Christ; He forgave us all our sins." - colossians 2:13
Monday, November 22, 2010
key club!
Board Meeting 11.17.10
Youth Action Board - info packet.
Adopt-a-Street: Lori Clairicoates
-we had 26 or 27 people show up.
-about six huge bags of trash.
-tentative date in December? if weather permits.
Membership: Liz Drennan
-we have about 220 people now.
-Nov. 30 is the last date we'll accept the slip AND money [$10.50].
Towanda Babysitting: Shohba Sridhar
-next date, December 13
After School Care: Jenny Barker, Helen Zhang, Kristina Ware
-it's been pretty good and consistent
-four dates [eight opportunities a month] currently
Toys for Tots
-table at lunch->sometimes people don't show up?
-message people that signed up/remake a system.
Salvation Army Bell Ringing
-27 people have signed up.
Mix It Up
-about 30 kids attended
Environment Club/Recycling activity?
Cards for Soldiers
-possible activity
UNICEF
-over $531, some had over $53
Sign-up sheets are due the Monday before the meeting!
Remember to take pictures at events!!
Youth Action Board - info packet.
Adopt-a-Street: Lori Clairicoates
-we had 26 or 27 people show up.
-about six huge bags of trash.
-tentative date in December? if weather permits.
Membership: Liz Drennan
-we have about 220 people now.
-Nov. 30 is the last date we'll accept the slip AND money [$10.50].
Towanda Babysitting: Shohba Sridhar
-next date, December 13
After School Care: Jenny Barker, Helen Zhang, Kristina Ware
-it's been pretty good and consistent
-four dates [eight opportunities a month] currently
Toys for Tots
-table at lunch->sometimes people don't show up?
-message people that signed up/remake a system.
Salvation Army Bell Ringing
-27 people have signed up.
Mix It Up
-about 30 kids attended
Environment Club/Recycling activity?
Cards for Soldiers
-possible activity
UNICEF
-over $531, some had over $53
Sign-up sheets are due the Monday before the meeting!
Remember to take pictures at events!!
Thursday, October 21, 2010
spanish
DEANA: Este es el historio de dos astronautas heroicos y su encuentro con un extraterrestre misterioso!
HELEN/RACHEL: Nosotros eramos astronautas!
[wtfwtfwtf, helen, you're so stupid.]
DEANA: Era un dia muy normal cuando ellas fueron a la luna. Ellas embarcan en el cohete and preparon para despegar.
RACHEL: Creas que dejemos alguna cosa? En mi opinion, olvidamos una cosa muy importan-
HELEN: Te preocupas desmasiado! No lo pienses, no es importante.
RACHEL: Es probablamente que tu seas correctamente, lo siento.
DEANA: Entonces, despues de unos dias pasar, ellas alunizaron. Ellas exploraron la luna con entusiasmo.
RACHEL: Debemos colectar medidas!
HELEN: Si, tomamos arena y suelo de la luna!
DEANA: De repente! una criatura horrible llego!
[i will love you forever if you do this extra dramatically.]
DIANA: UGGGHHH.
[sorrysorrysorry, but BAHAHAHA.]
HELEN/RACHEL: AHHHH!!
DEANA: Nuestras heroinas la vieron y corrieron.
DIANA: Esperen! Esperen! Puedo hablar espanol! Me dejen de explicar!
HELEN/RACHEL: NO COMPRENDO! NO COMPRENDO! SOCORRO!"
DEANA: Y el extraterrestre les disparo con un rayo! los astronautas no pudieron mover. el extraterrestre camino en la dirrecion con ellas y fatalidad fue de esperar...
DIANA: QUE HACEN?
[rachel and i will say this at the same time]
HELEN: que eres???
RACHEL: quien eres???
DIANA: NO DIGAS 'QUE' O 'QUIEN'! SOY VUESTRO TRIPULANTE! SALISTEIS SIN MI!
RACHEL: ...te dije que nosotros olvidamos alguna cosa.
HELEN/RACHEL: Nosotros eramos astronautas!
[wtfwtfwtf, helen, you're so stupid.]
DEANA: Era un dia muy normal cuando ellas fueron a la luna. Ellas embarcan en el cohete and preparon para despegar.
RACHEL: Creas que dejemos alguna cosa? En mi opinion, olvidamos una cosa muy importan-
HELEN: Te preocupas desmasiado! No lo pienses, no es importante.
RACHEL: Es probablamente que tu seas correctamente, lo siento.
DEANA: Entonces, despues de unos dias pasar, ellas alunizaron. Ellas exploraron la luna con entusiasmo.
RACHEL: Debemos colectar medidas!
HELEN: Si, tomamos arena y suelo de la luna!
DEANA: De repente! una criatura horrible llego!
[i will love you forever if you do this extra dramatically.]
DIANA: UGGGHHH.
[sorrysorrysorry, but BAHAHAHA.]
HELEN/RACHEL: AHHHH!!
DEANA: Nuestras heroinas la vieron y corrieron.
DIANA: Esperen! Esperen! Puedo hablar espanol! Me dejen de explicar!
HELEN/RACHEL: NO COMPRENDO! NO COMPRENDO! SOCORRO!"
DEANA: Y el extraterrestre les disparo con un rayo! los astronautas no pudieron mover. el extraterrestre camino en la dirrecion con ellas y fatalidad fue de esperar...
DIANA: QUE HACEN?
[rachel and i will say this at the same time]
HELEN: que eres???
RACHEL: quien eres???
DIANA: NO DIGAS 'QUE' O 'QUIEN'! SOY VUESTRO TRIPULANTE! SALISTEIS SIN MI!
RACHEL: ...te dije que nosotros olvidamos alguna cosa.
Friday, October 15, 2010
nyehnyehnyeh
Workaholic
Personalities seem to be a cumulative reaction to our lives. Traumatic events lead to shaken, distrusting people just as successful attempts lead to confident people. Psychologist Erikson suggested that people undergo eight crises throughout their lives, each crisis shaping their personality through building confidence and happiness or leaving feelings of disappointment and shame. A more famous psychologist, Sigmund Freud, believed that our personalities are fully developed by the age of five. When I was five, I was pulling off flower petals and chanting with my friends, "He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me," and I suppose that silly, lovestruck quote from childhood suits my personality quite well. Just as the affections of the boy change so rapidly, I change just as easily. With such a fickle temperament and the energy for it, I am clearly choleric through and through.
My most dominant choleric trait is my changeability. Or is it? I change my mind at the drop of a hat over all sorts of scenarios, ranging from the utterly frivolus to the life-altering. On a daily basis, I perform my "kitchen-hop," an act in which I plant one foot in the direction of my fridge, determined to find something delicious, and suddenly swivel away as I develop a sudden urge to find my iPod or clean my room or something just as unrelated. I turn back and forth, lunging towards the white handle, and then away, towards my Option B, my mind spinning just as wildly in an attempt to stick with one choice. At the other end of the spectrum, I was changing my decision on a much bigger issue a mere half year ago. My parents wanted to move our family to China and wanted my input. Some days, I would firmly believe that yes, I certainly wanted to live in the comfort of my own culture and begin a new lifestyle, while on other days, I loved my friends and the unique individuality I could only find here far too much to uproot and leave. Luckily, my parents spared me the pain of deciding, and six months later, I still reside in America. All this mind-changing takes up a great deal of my thoughts and time, but it is not the only volatile part of my nature. My daily schedule, or lack thereof, is proof of that. I cannot bear to be tied to routine, no matter how time-saving and healthy my parents claim routines to be. Some days I rise at three in the morning to finish homework, and a few days later, I find myself climbing into bed at that same ungodly hour. With regards to eating, I find myself scarfing down food voraciously every few hours or so some days, and then eat two, spare meals the following day. Other than my basic needs, I also alter my hairstyle, handwriting, preferences, and all other traits quite whimsically. My only constant is my consistent inconsistency.
When I am not busying with being mercurial, I still find myself being incessantly active, yet another choleric trait. I find there are two parts to my active behavior: being energized and being busy. I've been energetic my entire life, bouncing from room to room, person to person, and activity to activity. Even as a little kid, my mother claims I was never truly happy unless I was off and running, doing and making. Unfortunately for her, that meant I was getting myself into trouble as I tried to be productive, such as the time when I "planted" my neighbor's beautiful tulips by pulling them out and burying the flowers in another portion of her yard. As a teenager, I have retained this trait and applied it in a less troublesome manner. Nowadays, I am section leader of the flute section in marching band and I use this characteristic to encourage and energize my section. Marching is one of many extracurricular activities I have joined, which leads to my increasingly busy schedule. I have found that I adore this busy schedule with nary a moment to rest, and have thus piled upon as many clubs and responsibilities I can fit on my platter. I have marching band, Speech Team, Peer Leadership, Students Embracing Diversity, and Key Club to deal with on top of my already demanding coursework. In the summer, without these activities to busy myself with, I fill up my time with studying, summer classes, and spending time with friends. The only time I rest from this active lifestyle is through sleep. Even then I can not hold still, rolling around and tangling myself in blankets and pillows. It seems like my bile is boiling out from my liver, leaving me restless and active.
No matter how I look at it, I am nothing but choleric through and through. From childhood to present day, through every behavior and trait, with boundless energy and changing habits, I have been nothing but a choleric girl.
Personalities seem to be a cumulative reaction to our lives. Traumatic events lead to shaken, distrusting people just as successful attempts lead to confident people. Psychologist Erikson suggested that people undergo eight crises throughout their lives, each crisis shaping their personality through building confidence and happiness or leaving feelings of disappointment and shame. A more famous psychologist, Sigmund Freud, believed that our personalities are fully developed by the age of five. When I was five, I was pulling off flower petals and chanting with my friends, "He loves me, he loves me not, he loves me," and I suppose that silly, lovestruck quote from childhood suits my personality quite well. Just as the affections of the boy change so rapidly, I change just as easily. With such a fickle temperament and the energy for it, I am clearly choleric through and through.
My most dominant choleric trait is my changeability. Or is it? I change my mind at the drop of a hat over all sorts of scenarios, ranging from the utterly frivolus to the life-altering. On a daily basis, I perform my "kitchen-hop," an act in which I plant one foot in the direction of my fridge, determined to find something delicious, and suddenly swivel away as I develop a sudden urge to find my iPod or clean my room or something just as unrelated. I turn back and forth, lunging towards the white handle, and then away, towards my Option B, my mind spinning just as wildly in an attempt to stick with one choice. At the other end of the spectrum, I was changing my decision on a much bigger issue a mere half year ago. My parents wanted to move our family to China and wanted my input. Some days, I would firmly believe that yes, I certainly wanted to live in the comfort of my own culture and begin a new lifestyle, while on other days, I loved my friends and the unique individuality I could only find here far too much to uproot and leave. Luckily, my parents spared me the pain of deciding, and six months later, I still reside in America. All this mind-changing takes up a great deal of my thoughts and time, but it is not the only volatile part of my nature. My daily schedule, or lack thereof, is proof of that. I cannot bear to be tied to routine, no matter how time-saving and healthy my parents claim routines to be. Some days I rise at three in the morning to finish homework, and a few days later, I find myself climbing into bed at that same ungodly hour. With regards to eating, I find myself scarfing down food voraciously every few hours or so some days, and then eat two, spare meals the following day. Other than my basic needs, I also alter my hairstyle, handwriting, preferences, and all other traits quite whimsically. My only constant is my consistent inconsistency.
When I am not busying with being mercurial, I still find myself being incessantly active, yet another choleric trait. I find there are two parts to my active behavior: being energized and being busy. I've been energetic my entire life, bouncing from room to room, person to person, and activity to activity. Even as a little kid, my mother claims I was never truly happy unless I was off and running, doing and making. Unfortunately for her, that meant I was getting myself into trouble as I tried to be productive, such as the time when I "planted" my neighbor's beautiful tulips by pulling them out and burying the flowers in another portion of her yard. As a teenager, I have retained this trait and applied it in a less troublesome manner. Nowadays, I am section leader of the flute section in marching band and I use this characteristic to encourage and energize my section. Marching is one of many extracurricular activities I have joined, which leads to my increasingly busy schedule. I have found that I adore this busy schedule with nary a moment to rest, and have thus piled upon as many clubs and responsibilities I can fit on my platter. I have marching band, Speech Team, Peer Leadership, Students Embracing Diversity, and Key Club to deal with on top of my already demanding coursework. In the summer, without these activities to busy myself with, I fill up my time with studying, summer classes, and spending time with friends. The only time I rest from this active lifestyle is through sleep. Even then I can not hold still, rolling around and tangling myself in blankets and pillows. It seems like my bile is boiling out from my liver, leaving me restless and active.
No matter how I look at it, I am nothing but choleric through and through. From childhood to present day, through every behavior and trait, with boundless energy and changing habits, I have been nothing but a choleric girl.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
key cloob
TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 21, 2010
[Board Meeting]
Reports
1. Adopt-A-Street: Lori Claricoates
-50 signed up, about a third to half showed up
-after about half an hour-ish of cleaning, there were 12 trashbags of stuff
2. Buddy Walk: Liz Drennen
-100+ people signed up, group fee
3. Towanda PTO Babysitting: Shohba Sirdhar
-not much to report, more than enough people signed up and the first one has not happened yet.
4. After School Program at Hoose and Grove: Jenny Barker, Helen Zhang and Kristina Ware
-any time is fine -> we need to figure out a specific time
5. T-Shirts – Courtney Rohde
-voted on shirts
6. Toys For Tots: Service Initiative Committee: Jenny Barker, Natalie Liesman, Diana Qiao, Amanda Parker
-in October
-get more people involved -> have a competition between homerooms?
>plan/work out the details and have it ready by the next board meeting
7. Salvation Army Bell Ringing: Kelly Weeks, Ryan Han, Kristina Ware, Shobha Sridhar, Deana Qiao
-sign-ups are online
-instructions are regular meetings
-in the drop bar, make sure to mark NCHS
-regarding the 18+, don’t worry about it, just make up a birthday because our Key Club’s dependable
8. Cedar Ridge 5K Run: Saturday, October 23rd @ Cedar Ridge Elementary
They need approximately 20 students to help along the route (giving directions, handing out water, etc.).
-Coordinator: Lori Claricoates
-8AM meet-up
9. Key Club Key Leader: Leadership opportunity available – Friday, October 29-Sudnay, October 31st at East Bay Camp in Hudson. Financial assistance available, see Mrs. Koski if interest
10. Anouncements: We have announcements! I'll put one in for the October 6th meeting.
11. Website and Bulletin Board: Jacqueline Wong now has the go-ahead from Unit 5 and she will update ASAP
12. Photos: Please take photos at any event you attend and send them to Casey Hrouda. She needs photos for both our scrapbook and for the Inkspot and yearkbook.
-we already have pictures from cleaning Raab Road for Adopt-A-Street
13. Fliers: Taylor Pauken, we need fliers up in the halls at least a week before the next meeting, any admin. can sign it off.
14. Key Club International Reports: Cory Maguire needs to file reports for the summer months as well as August and September. Contact Lexi about this.
15. Minutes of monthly meetinggs and board meetings: Helen Zhang. Helen keeps a copy, puts one copy in my file box in 248 and sends one to Jacquelyn so she can post it on the website and bulletin board.
Other:
16. Grant Johnson: he's a cancer patient from our school at St. Jude's in Memphis.
-he's almost down with his chemotherapy
-we could send candy, coordinate an event for greeting cards?
17. Homerooms: Go into a freshman homeroom on a Tuesday and talk about Key Club/other clubs so freshman get more involved.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
STUFF TO WATCH!
- Yamato Nadeshiko Shichi Henge
(Takano Kyohei is a handsome but bad-tempered university student who is always ready for a fight; Toyama Yujinojo possesses a cuteness that can be mistaken for a girl; the cool-headed Oda Takenaga excels in academics and sports; and the princely Mori Ranmaru loves females, accept a proposal from the female owner of the house where they are lodging at for “free lodging if they are able to transform her niece into a proper lady”. Her niece, Nakahara Sunako lives in a gloomy and solitary world because of an inferior complex about her looks.)
- You’re Beautiful
(Tae Kyung and On Yu are in search of a new member for their idol group, A.N.JELL. However, Mi Nam suffers an injury at the last moment. So Mi Nyu, his twin sister, is asked to step in for her brother. The rest of the drama follows the behind-the-scenes life of an idol group.)
- P.S. Man
(After Xia He Jie was arrested for crashing a private event that Amanda attended, he was sentenced to 158 hours of community service in a kindergarten. And thus, it began the most hellish 158 hours of his life. There he met Ma Xiao Qian, a teacher who not only didn’t fall for his charming personality like the rest of the female population, she made him suffer for every minute of his community service. What he didn’t know was that Xiao Qian was a former neighbor who he had bullied relentlessly as a child. Now, she is bend on revenging for the miserable childhood that she endured under his tyrannical reign.)
- Because of You
Sun Fan is a stunt double who dreams of becoming a big star. When he suspects Fang Zi Hao, a famous singer, trying to steal his girlfriend, he beats the living daylight out of Fang. His attack against Fang incurs the wrath of Yu You Tong, who is a die-hard Fang fan. She mobilizes the fan base to attack him online. But to her dismay, instead of ruining him, the internet makes him an overnight star as people praise his skillful fighting moves. Because of one fight, four strangers suddenly become entangled in more ways than one.
- Autumn’s Concerto
Ren Guang Xi, a cocky law student, seems to lead the perfect life. He’s the sole successor to a huge and famous business and a talented ice hockey player. But in reality, his lonely life lacks joy, laughter and motivation. That is until he meets Liang Mu Cheng, the new bento seller at his school canteen. Although orphaned at a young age, Mu Cheng does not let her past affect her and lives life with great passion and determination. A harmless bet brings the two together and Guang Xi slowly changes as Mu Cheng teaches him how to give and love. Tragedy strikes when Guang Xi suddenly has to go through a major brain surgery which causes him to lose his memory. His mother begs Mu Cheng to leave him and the latter has no choice but to do so. Little does she know that she already has Guang Xi’s child.
Six years pass. Mu Cheng lives a quiet life with her young son in the countryside while Guang Xi is now a successful lawyer and is engaged to He Yi Qian, the kind and beautiful doctor who took care of him after his surgery. A strangely familiar piano piece stirs Guang Xi’s heart as he struggles to recall his past romance with Mu Cheng. How will the couple make up for six years of lost time? Happiness, which stop do I alight at?
- God of Study
Kang Suk Ho is an ordinary lawyer who decides to teach a bunch of rebellious students. He promises to get five of them into their most prestigious college in the country.
- Hi My Sweetheart [check!] :]
>>>
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Friday, March 5, 2010
SF Interview Info [:
This will confirm your interview with hiring management at State Farm. We are looking forward to your visit!
You will be interviewing for a IT Student Intern position in our Workforce Department. Your interview is scheduled for:
Job Opening ID: 20176
Date: 3/5/2010
Time: 2:30PM
Location: CORPORATE SOUTH BUILDING K
Three State Farm Plaza
Bloomington, IL 61791
Enter though the Visitor's Entrance and ask for Tina Chillis. Please bring a photo I.D. with you to obtain a visitor's badge. You will interview with John Schirpke. If you have any questions or concerns, please feel free to contact me.
Sincerely,
Erica Roehm
Human Resources Recruiter
State Farm
309/763-2815
erica.roehm.j33t@statefarm.com
State Farm is an Equal Opportunity Employer
You will be interviewing for a IT Student Intern position in our Workforce Department. Your interview is scheduled for:
Job Opening ID: 20176
Date: 3/5/2010
Time: 2:30PM
Location: CORPORATE SOUTH BUILDING K
Three State Farm Plaza
Bloomington, IL 61791
Enter though the Visitor's Entrance and ask for Tina Chillis. Please bring a photo I.D. with you to obtain a visitor's badge. You will interview with John Schirpke. If you have any questions or concerns, please feel free to contact me.
Sincerely,
Erica Roehm
Human Resources Recruiter
State Farm
309/763-2815
erica.roehm.j33t@statefarm.com
State Farm is an Equal Opportunity Employer
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Envidiosa&Aburrida
I have always had my little bouts of envy, but I haven't had the sort that burns angrily in the pit of my stomach in a while. I get jealous of trivial things that I feel that I should have been able to get, and that last portion makes me so aggravated. The fine line between should and could always gets me and drives me insane all the time, but it really has been quite some time since I last got this jealous. Ohh, I hate comparing myself with others, but I do so so frequently that it has become second nature. NEGATIVITY!
The situation that has been bothering me recently involves a Chinese girl befriending a Chinese friend of mine, which is great for the both of them, but I do dislike that she seems completely uninterested in becoming friends with me, or at the very least, fangirling buddies. It gives me the impression that I must be highly boring/obnoxious/uninteresting, so perhaps I need to work on my personality again. As mentioned in the previous post, I've gone back to being boring all over again, so this may be a sign that I need to start changing that.
I hate that I can't do everything I want to do. For example, I cannot both do satisfactorily in school AND maintain all the friendships I wish to obtain and keep. Nor can I manage to find time to improve my Chinese and learn more Spanish and read more classics. I suppose I'll just learn how to improve my managements time and my jealousy/boringness in the meantime.
The situation that has been bothering me recently involves a Chinese girl befriending a Chinese friend of mine, which is great for the both of them, but I do dislike that she seems completely uninterested in becoming friends with me, or at the very least, fangirling buddies. It gives me the impression that I must be highly boring/obnoxious/uninteresting, so perhaps I need to work on my personality again. As mentioned in the previous post, I've gone back to being boring all over again, so this may be a sign that I need to start changing that.
I hate that I can't do everything I want to do. For example, I cannot both do satisfactorily in school AND maintain all the friendships I wish to obtain and keep. Nor can I manage to find time to improve my Chinese and learn more Spanish and read more classics. I suppose I'll just learn how to improve my managements time and my jealousy/boringness in the meantime.
In the last five months,
- I've managed to gain ten pounds. What the fuck. How did that happen? I suppose I stopped caring about what I looked like after I stopped liking guys in my town because I kind of started flopping around looking like WHATEVER and eating anything within arm's reach. I think a large majority filled in sometime in December/January, and oh goodness, I am so disgusting right now.
- I moved my ranking up to first! Great.
- I have decided that I am despicable/nauseating and folded in on myself to the point where I've reverted back to the same mentality that I had when I was in seventh grade. What the fuck. How did this even happen? I think I've pretty much fallen back onto what I was like in seventh grade: tubby, awkwardly quiet, uninteresting, and fatfatfat. So gross.
- I decided Asian boys are infinitely better than white boys. However, at the rate I'm going, neither of the sort will be interested in me. So. Horrifically. Whiny.
- I made two excellent friends and both of them moved to Texas. I now have to great pen pals and I am currently eagerly awaiting their letters.
- I fell in love with Super Junior.
- I suddenly found myself having multiple affections for multiple people, which is something I've never had before, and none of these feelings are deep enough for me to say that I'd like to one day be good enough to devote myself to a relationship with them, but strong enough for me to, ahhh, want them an awful lot. Hormones at work.
- I somehow stopped hating speech.
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