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Here's the schedules.

Fall 2008
Intro to Theater - Love the theater, though have no desire to go into it for myself, Ifigure this would let me know what's going on. Maybe I could take my mom, and if Kevin's willing or whomever is a sucker for the arts. It's probably required that I attend some. Oh darn. :)
British Literature - requirement for my major,
American Literature II - I took American Lit I at Central another requirement
Study of Modern English - Another requirement for major

Winter 2009
World Mythology - works towards gen ed, plus miscellaneous major credits. Figured I should use it twice if I could.
International Literature for Children and Young Adults - need I explain this?
Elementary German II - Spanish would be the more obvious choice, but I already started German, plus both fall and winter courses were full. If I wait till my senior year I can't get the required language requirements unless I take it during summer. I figure language is not a leisurely summer class.
History of Witches - Gen ed requirement - good thing Alaina already debefriended me, because now she would so do it all over again. In fact, I'm not sure if this class would have perked my interest if she hadn't made such a fit over witches. I know I'm such a sinner. :) Actually, I believe being educated is the only way to fully understand God and your own beliefs.

It takes a positive attitude to make it in life.

Take a couple of minutes today to think about your circumstances, and look at your attitude from a fresh new perspective. Do you focus more of your time seeking solutions rather than staying absorbed in the problem? Do you look for the best in every situation, and the opportunity in every problem? Or are you an old "NO-it-all"?

What are you telling yourself when your "self-talk" cuts loose? Is it mostly positive... or frequently negative?

Power Up Questions:

1. What's positive about your situation right now?
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2. What's on your schedule today that will benefit from a more positive conversation?
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3. What words could you change right now to create a more positive experience?
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4. Are your words currently shaping a positive interpretation of your day?
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5. When you speak with others, are you as encouraging as you could be?
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6. How will you address the next person you speak with?
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TQ Thinking

If it wasn't that I promised Mr Tan that I will work hard and do well for Physics, I guess even until now I would not have started revising. And if it wasn't for Mr Ng, I would have skipped my PoA GCP lesson this week. Endless GCP is making me more and more tired, I would if I would still have the strength to carry on?

As much as I say I want to get into the Psychology and Community Service or the Business and Social Enterprise course, I don't think my grades can make that cut. What's worst is that I didn't even get into the interview for the Polytechnic DPA. Mr Yong said to us during assembly today that we have to be precise and we have to know which polytechnic, which course, what's the cut-off points. But right now I just want to do as well as I can, because this is one future I will never be able to predict.

Are dreams really for dreamers? What then, is hope? Does it even exist?

And then the alarm goes off... rather it must have been going off for a while because by the time I heard it, it was ear-blisteringly loud.

Dan sejarah juga membuktikan kedua negara ini tercatat sebagai dominator yang terpandang. Jerman menguasai daratan Normandy hingga padang salju Siberia, dan Jepang berkibar dari bandar Makassar hingga tebing-tebing tinggi Himalaya. Hingga sekumpulan liberal demokrat dengan sekutu-sekutunya mengakhiri kampanye agung mereka.

Sekarang ada beberapa orang, dimana saya berada di antara mereka, yang punya impian untuk menghampiri kedua bangsa besar itu. Orang-orang yang mempunyai impian untuk kembali berangkat memulai kampanye internasional dari kedua kutub penakluk. Dalam kitab sejarah, kedua bala tentara tidak sempat untuk bertemu. Namun kami ingin bangun dan bertemu di suatu padang nanti, menunjukkan kalau kami pun adalah dominator, menunjukkan kamilah penguasa yang menyatukan benua kuno Eurasia, penguasa tanpa darah dan air mata.

Penguasa yang tidak membawa keputusasaan, tapi membawa sinar mentari yang menjadi energi untuk meruntuhkan akar liberal demokrat yang sudah terlalu angkuh.

Ya Allah, ridhoilah perjalanan kami nantinya, amin...

avex dream2000オーディションからスタートした私たちdreamは、
様々に形を変えて活動をしてきました。
avex20周年となる今年、メンバー全員が成人した私たちは、
さらに大きな夢を追い続けるという意味を込め、
「Dream」という名のもとエンターテインメントを追求していくことに決めました。
これから発信し続ける「Dream」の様々なエンターテインメントを楽しみにしていてください！

また、長谷部優は、本人のかねてからの夢「女優」を目指し、個人で活動していくことになりました。
Dreamとなる6人も長谷部優の夢を応援し続けていきたいと思っています!!

今後も私たちは感謝の気持ち、初心を忘れることなく、ひたむきに夢を追い続けていきます。
そんな私たちを今後も温かく見守っていただけたら嬉しいです。

FROM dream

７年零７個月，先後經歷過數次隊員變更和一次改名，在近月無甚動作的情況下，終於發出了這樣的聲明：DRM (原 dream) 將會改名為「Dream」。除此之外，元老之一的長谷部優將會離開 dream 作獨立發展。

新的官網：http://www.dream-ldh.jp/ (將於８月１日開啟)

迷之聲: 直接解散不就好了嘛...然後 Yu 繼續個人活動，Sayaka 繼續跟長尾大去唱山歌 d@0@b

DANI PACHECO is hoping his eye-catching form during pre-season has impressed Rafa Benitez enough to make his dream of playing alongside Fernando Torres come true.

The 17-year-old forward has featured in every one of Liverpool’s friendly matches so far and his displays in the first team have only served to underline the potential he has.

Now Pacheco, who was brought to Anfield from Barcelona last summer, wants to be given his chance to feature with fellow Spaniard Torres – who will return to training tomorrow following his Euro 2008 exploits – and club captain and talisman Steven Gerrard when he comes back from injury next week.

“I would love to play with Torres because he is such a great striker and it would be very special for me to be in the team with him,” said Pacheco.

“He is Spanish also and he is a big hero for everyone in my country after he scored the winning goal in the Euro 2008 final.

“He is one of the best strikers around so I think I would learn a lot from him if I played in the team with him.

“I would have loved to have played in the team with Stevie as well but he had to go back to Liverpool because he had an injury.

“But I have really enjoyed playing alongside the other first team players and they have really helped me.

“I’m really happy to be playing with these players and to be involved during pre-season and until the boss tells me otherwise I will keep on playing and enjoying myself.”

The first opportunity for Pacheco to team up with Torres will come in their homeland next week when Liverpool take on La Liga outfit Villarreal in their next pre-season outing.

The Spanish authorities have taken the decision to allow the European Championship trophy to be displayed at Villarreal’s El Madrigal stadium in the run up to that game, giving Torres, Pepe Reina, Xabi Alonso and Alvaro Arbeloa an opportunity to be reunited with the cup they helped Spain win in Austria recently.

Though Pacheco’s performances have resulted in him being showered with plaudits from team mates and fans alike, the teenage starlet insists the transition from the reserves to first team football has not been easy and he knows it will be even tougher to be part of Rafa Benitez’s squad when the Premier League season kicks off.

But the Malaga-born youngster says he will be doing everything he can to convince his manager that, although he is at such an early stage in his development, he can still do a job for him if called upon.

“Everything is different to the football I have been playing in the reserve team,” he said.

“It is more competitive, faster, more difficult and you have to work harder but I am trying my best and now I just have to keep going.

“I don’t know if I will still be in the team when the season starts though because that would be very difficult for me.

“The Spanish players have come back now and we will maybe have some new players as well so it would be tough for me to stay in the team.

“But I will continue to work hard every day and keep on going. I feel that I am playing quite well and that things are going well for me but, as I say, I cannot afford to stop working. That is the most important thing.”

Meanwhile, fellow Reds youngsters Krisztian Nemeth, Andras Simon and Peter Gulacsi suffered Euro Under-19 Championships heartache when Hungary were knocked out at the semi-final stage by Italy.

The trio have all performed well for their country in the tournament but their hopes of lifting the trophy were dashed when Italy’s Fernando Forestieri scored the winner.

19-year-old French striker David Ngog has now passed his medical and was expected to complete his £1.5m move from Paris St Germain today. Ngog is set to feature in the Reds first team squad next season.

Follow the links to Blondiesbeach websites & other beach links.  

The whitest sand, the warmest oceans, the sweetest tropical breezes flowing around you.

  The tastiest drinks.

The best food....

Can you imagine yourself here??? 

Come join me on my quest for the perfect beach.

I do not remember what kinds of items were being sold, but I do recall that there were some items I wanted to have and I didn't have money to purchase. I remember arguing with Dead Beat Dad and Gigi the Home Wrecker about the fact that it wasn't fair or right to sell these items to complete strangers when there were family members who wanted them. Dead Beat Dad did waver some in his determination, but Gigi the Home Wrecker bullied him, as usual, until he agreed to her side of things and refused to allow the items to be taken by family.

In one corner of the garage was what I could only refer to as a cat farm. Imagine a four foot by six foot miniature farm, made of Legos, complete with a farm house, a barn and fields and pastures. And with-in this miniature farm were about 250 tiny cats. (Think "Pussy" from Rick & Steve, but the size of a snail.) The entire set-up, cats and all, was being sold at this Garage Sale, and in my dream I was very disturbed by the fact that these poor living beings that had just lost their care-giver were being sold of to random strangers.

Me: "You're selling the cat farm? You can't sell the cat farm! That's just not right!"

Gigi the Home Wrecker: "What's wrong with it?"

Me: "They're living creatures that need to be taken care of. How could you possibly sell them off to complete strangers?"

Gigi the Home Wrecker: "What else are we going to do with them?"

Me: I'll take them back to California with me.

Dead Beat Dad: "There are 250 of them. You can't possibly take all this back on the plane!"

He was right, of course. Taking the Cat Farm was just not an option. I could see that I wasn't going to win this argument, so I left the garage. I went to my luggage and retrieved two portable pet carrying bags. I went and found the four cats (two of the cats belonged to Dead Beat Dad and the other two to Vengeful Mother) that were wondering around the property and stuffed them in the two bags and took off for the air-port. I may not have been able to prevent them from selling off Papa's things that I wanted to keep, but I took their cats. Somehow, that made up for it all.

The four cats were as follows:

Puff The oldest of the four by far. "Puff ball" was a cat that Gigi the Home Wreckers younger son had found abandoned somewhere when I was four or five years old. When I was about eight years old Puff was diagnosed with Feline Leukemia. She suffered greatly and developed huge tumors and open soars. Gigi the Home Wrecker couldn't bring herself to have Puff put to sleep for a long time and so Puff suffered far more than she should have been allowed to. Dead Beat Dad finally stepped in and had Puff delivered from her agony.

Angel The next oldest Cat. Angel was surgically attached to Dead Beat Dad, always on his lap, or on his shoulder or lying on his butt at night. Angel was Dead Beat Dad's cat. She was only three or four years old when Puff went away, which must have been a great relief, as Puff and Angel were not friends. Angel lived about 16 years. I don't really know what finally killed her (I assume old age, though 16 isn't old for a cat.)

Muppet A cantankerous old fart of a kitty. Muppet was Vengeful Mother's favorite. She obtained him from a close friend whose unspayed cat had a litter of kittens and they needed good homes. Muppet caught her eye right away and while Vengeful Mother had no intention of taking in any more pets (we had a dog and that was enough) she came home that day with the little guy in her purse and a bag full of cat supplies. This was 1990. Sadly, Muppet had to be put down a few years ago. I don't really know what happened to him, I just know that Vengeful Mother came home from work one day to find him flat on the floor, very lethargic and weak of voice (something he was not at any other time.) For several years before, Muppet was stinky, and his ears itched and he produced a significant amount of disgusting ear wax. He'd gotten ear mites and Vengeful Mother did nothing about it because, she said, she couldn't afford to take him to the vet. It always bothered me, but there was nothing I could do.

Miss Kitty Of the four, Miss Kitty is the youngest, and the only one still alive. She, too, has had her share of health issues, but so far she's hanging in. Miss Kitty is one year younger than Muppet was. For some reason Miss Kitty was a big eater. She got to be very fat! When my beastly child came along a year later, she was lazy and too fat to run and therefor quite often the victim of Scared Kitty's youthful exuberance. (Scared Kitty is afraid of all people he doesn't know. He hides behind my recliner every day when I come home from work and when my former roommate of six years comes over to visit he hides from her until he determines she's not leaving soon, at which point he comes out to investigate and realizes he knows her already. But that's a whole lot of story for another time.)

Eventually, Miss Kitty got so fat that her stomach hung almost to the floor when she walked. It was at this point that Vengful Mother determined that Miss Kitty needed a diet. VM put Miss Kitty on a new food that was designed for overweight felines. Miss Kitty almost immediately got sick. She'd throw up every time she ate (Perhaps Miss Kitty should be renamed Bulimic Kitty?) VM took Miss Kitty to the vet who ran tests and determined that the poor thing had developed food allergies to all traditional fillers used in cat food. He then gave VM a special prescription dry food which Miss Kitty should be able to eat. Miss Kitty did not care for this new food, and as cats will do, refused to eat, preferring starvation over bad taste.

In fairly short order Miss Kitty went from being a complete porker to so thin you could count her ribs. VM was very worried. It happened to be around the time that CPA Sis was graduating from University so Miss Kitty went into the kennel to be cared for and tested/treated at the same time. The situation was dire. If Miss Kitty didn't eat and keep down some nutrition very soon she wouldn't live. The Vet ordered, forced feeding by way of a plastic tube in her nose and down her throat.

So there stood nurse #1 with poor little tubed up Miss Kitty in her arms while nurse #2 popped the top on a can of the wet version of the food the vet had prescribed. The very moment those vapors hit Miss Kitty's unblocked nostril she went nuts! She squawked and squirmed until nurse #1 let her down. Miss Kitty immediately accosted nurse #2 who put the can down on the floor. Miss Kitty went to town. She wouldn't even stop eating long enough to allow the nurses to remove the plastic feeding tube.

Today, Miss Kitty gets gourmet, prescription, canned food (Veal and carrots, to be precise - the stinker eats better than I do) to the tune of $1.50+ per can and she eats 2/3 of a can a day. She's a nice healthy weight, and last I heard was very youthful and spry!.

Well, I've gotten a bit off track here, so let me re-group. This dream, on it's own, is just one of many random somewhat bazaar dreams I've had. But it was different. Usually when I wake up from one of these odd dreams I feel fine and it amounts to, "Hmmm! That was a weird one." This one was different. Yes, the dream was weird, and the conversation with my therapist that came from it was even more weird, but this one was more than that.

I didn't say anything about it to anyone, but I knew. I knew that this was the day that Papa would finally be relieved of his misery. This was the day he'd receive his eternal reward for all his Heavenly work. This was the day he'd be reunited with his wife whom he missed so desperately. As the day wore on I began to think perhaps I was wrong, perhaps he'd be spared to see another day. I was sitting at home at about 9:30 in the evening reading Dad Gone Mad one of my favorite bloggers when Ex Con Older Brother popped up on my screen on Instant Message.

Ex Con Older Brother: Dad just got home from the Reunion and on the way his sis called...

Me: Papa?

Ex Con Older Brother: Papa just died.

Ex Con Older Brother: Oh. You already knew?

Me: No. I mean, I did, but no. I dreamt it last night. You're the first person to tell me.

Ex Con Older Brother: Wow.

I do not now, nor will I ever claim to be psychic, or have ESPN or be telescopic, but every once in a while, things like this happen, where I just know something even before anyone has told me. In this case, I don't know if it was better or worse that I had the "forewarning".

So, on Tuesday night, I told Deb my therapist about this dream and the fact that my grandfather died the next night. I talked about his life, and his children and the two sides of him. But I realized there wasn't a whole lot to say. Yes, I'm confused or conflicted about my feelings and I don't really know what's what just yet. Then she asked me about the dream.

It brought up a lot of things. Old feelings about Dead Beat Dad and Gigi the Home Wrecker and how they came to be together. About the cats, and who they were important too and my feelings about them not being properly cared for. There was a lot of similarity between my parental units' lack of proper care for their animals, and their lack of proper care for me.

I could go on for hours about Vengful Mother's neglect and her self-deception, believing that she did well, by me, and about Dead Beat Dad's abandonment and inability to find his way to a healthy relationship with out guilt and depression. And I probably have a lot to say about Gigi the Home Wrecker and the parts she played in destroying my childhood and in making me the confused and somewhat imbittered man that I am today. But I think perhaps that's a rant for another day.

It was dark and there were only a few of us in the theatre. Old Charlie Chaplin films started playing on the screen, but it seemed like they were playing doubly fast and they were randomly strung scenes.

And I just realized that all my posts here have been dreams related to theatres and skies... I promise not all my dreams are like that.

LL is also performing “Baby” with the Dream tonight on “So you think you can dance?” – check out the Boomdizzle behind the scenes footage for “Baby” on LL’s profile. 

LL is making a number of additional TV, radio, and satellite appearances over the next few months and we plan to be able to unveil the competitions for the first Boomdizzle All-Star during one of the appearances.

We're listening and watching,

The Boomdizzle Team

On another health note - I ordered these foot patches called the Cleanse Patch. I spent too much money on these dang things and they still haven't showed up yet. It says it only takes 5-7 days for them to show up, but nothin! And it's been almost 2.5 weeks! My mom's birthday card she sent me never showed up either. Damn. I have been reading a lot about people's experiences with the cleanse patch and it's really funny - people are so adament about things that are "quackery" and scams. I say, if it works for you and you believe it, then good!! Mind over matter. Self healing - the power of the mind is more than we know. So let people believe what they want to believe. Others that capitalize on it - to live off of it and make money - if they believe in it as much as their customers do, then fine! If they are knowingly jacking people of their cashola then okay that's not cool. I still want to try them just for the hell of it.

I have done quite a few cleanses, and honestly I really really liked the 14 day Cleanse called The Cleaner. I also did the Ultimate Cleanse last year, but The Cleaner was a lot more gentle and I felt more of the effects in my skin as well as my intestines. The Ultimate Cleanse had a LOT of pills and more instructions and it seemed like once my intestines were cleared out - which only took about a week, but the cleanse takes 21 days, I felt like the pills weren't doing anything. The Cleaner I felt working all the way up to the end of the 14 days.

Didn't go to the gym yesterday because I had my stairway kids until 7:30 and didn't wind up getting home till 9 since I took the light rail home. It's alright though - I will make it up today. I couldn't take it yesterday and totally ate a bunch of crap all day long. Wheat thins, beef jerky, shrimp tacos, rice, beans, with cheese. Oh man, it was too much for one day since I have been restricting my diet so much. I have been having slight stomache pains as well so maybe the cyclamen will help with that.

Okay enough on the health update. !!! Today is a good day - boss is gone at work.. WOOHOO!! :)

There's magic for you, right there.

XOXO,

Ellie

I woke up in a sweat, as if I'd been truly fighting, and the terror that gripped me makes that dream feel real to this day. I'd been alone for so long, alone with the fears and emotions I worked so hard to kill. I'm not embarrassed to admit that after I woke up that night, I walked down the hall to my grandmother's room and crawled under the covers with her. The devil stayed out of my dreams for seven months after that. I stayed clean and worked hard and tried to put my marriage and my life back together. I got word in June 2006 that I'd been reinstated by Major League Baseball, and a few weeks afterward, the devil reappeared.

It was the same dream, with an important difference. I would hit him and he would bounce back up, the ugliest and most hideous creature you could imagine. This devil seemed unbeatable; I couldn't knock him out. But just when I felt like giving up, I felt a presence by my side. I turned my head and saw Jesus, battling alongside me. We kept fighting, and I was filled with strength. The devil didn't stand a chance.”

http://sports.espn.go.com/mlb/news/story?id=2926447

The first, seemed like a violin, but now I think it might've been a viola - it wasn't quite small enough. Then a guitar, which I somehow lost the pick for. Then the last I am sure was a violin, but I lost the bow? It was odd, but I still managed to play with my finger tips. Hey, it was a dream, it doesn't have to make logical sense.

Now though, all I want to do is pick up one and play. I don't care that I haven't played one in ages and don't remember how. I'll refresh myself and belt out a masterpiece. Probably an oddly haunting but serene melody, a tad faster than moderate, and somehow a little happy. Don't ask.