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** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** Neko wishes everyone a wonderful summer! I paint my face with blackend lines, carving my soul into darkness. I rip my flesh into tiny pieces, as I scream - so wreckless. I can't stop going on this path, the path I chose long ago. I can't keep from making them, those same mistakes, over again. But I can try to keep going, to live, to love, to laugh. To cry, to scream, to swear... as long as I go on, even if I'm "half". Half alive, half dead, trying to live, will I ever be whole, who knows? Started: 9th of May, 2007 Agenda: I will tell of past experiences, current experiences, and future experiences I wish to have. This will be a way for me to relieve some stress and to try and better my writing style. Credits: Thanks for checking my blog out, and if you read it, I hope it isn't too boring~!  P.S. I'm going to try *spiffing up* my blog later on this month or next month, depending on how much time I have. 
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| This is a poem that a marine wrote for Christmas. My dad heard it on the TV and decided to share it with me. The author is unknown... and wished to have as many people as possible view his/her poem. Thus, I wanted to share it with everyone on WDC. I found it to be a beautiful and quite amazing poem. I've left the poem in the format I received it in; keep in mind, it's a bit hard to read at first with the all caps and line format, but you'll get into the flow after a few stanzas. I hope everyone had a great Christmas. MERRY CHRISTMAS! A Christmas Poem: TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE, IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE. I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE. I LOOKED ALL ABOUT, A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE, NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS, NOT EVEN A TREE. NO STOCKING BY MANTLE, JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND, ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES OF FAR DISTANT LANDS. WITH MEDALS AND BADGES, AWARDS OF ALL KINDS, A SOBER THOUGHT CAME THROUGH MY MIND. FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT, IT WAS DARK AND DREARY, I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER, ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY. THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING, SILENT, ALONE, CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR, IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME. THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE, THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER, NOT HOW I PICTURED A UNITED STATES SOLDIER. WAS THIS THE HERO OF WHOM I'D JUST READ? CURLED UP ON A PONCHO, THE FLOOR FOR A BED? I REALIZED THE FAMILIES THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT, OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT. SOON ROUND THE WORLD, THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY, AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY. THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR, BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS, LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE. I COULDN'T HELP WONDER HOW MANY LAY ALONE, ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME. THE VERY THOUGHT BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE, I DROPPED TO MY KNEES AND STARTED TO CRY. THE SOLDIER AWAKENED AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE, 'SANTA DON'T CRY, THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE; I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM, I DON'T ASK FOR MORE, MY LIFE IS MY GOD, MY! COUNTRY, MY CORPS.' THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP, I COULDN'T CONTROL IT, I CONTINUED TO WEEP. I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS, SO SILENT AND STILL AND WE BOTH SHIVERED FROM THE COLD NIGHT'S CHILL. I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT, THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR SO WILLING TO FIGHT. THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER, WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE, WHISPERED 'CARRY ON SANTA, IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE.' ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH, AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT. 'MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND,! AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT.' -By an Unknown Marine... Love and hugs, -Neko |
| Holy cat, what has happened to the public review page? Is it now used for attacking other authors? I sign on today, go and check out some of the public reviews... and guess what I see? One particular user (whose name I shall not mention...) had gone through EVERY single item of another member's port. They bashed every single item with snide and rude comments, rating them all 1.5 or lower. What's with that? It's almost like that rude user (who I will now refer to as R.U.) wanted a ban. I mean, posting it on the public page, for all to see... it's just asking for it. And what about the member whose work is being reviewed like this? How must they feel? If I were to receive comments like that, I might leave the site forever; the comments were THAT scathing. Some were enough to make me cry (though, I admit... I cry quite easily). It makes me wonder what the R.U.'s reason for doing this was. I mean, there HAS to be a reason. Was it a bad review? A disappointing rating? Nevertheless... if they themselves had received a harassing review, they should have reported it. Not harassed right back. There is NO excuse for this kind of behavior. And it's not as if they were just being brutally honest... no, they made personal attacks against the author. Simply put: it just isn't right. I hope to God I don't see anything like this ever again. I'm already checking the Non-Tech room to see if I can file harassment for another member... I hope the author only reads one of the reviews and then files, that way they don't have to look through all that shit. -Neko |
| Just letting everyone know I'm still studying. I've been studying for almost two weeks straight now! Thank goodness this is the last week of finals. So far, I think I'm doing pretty well. I won't be getting the results back until Tuesday, however. Tomorrow (well... today) I'll be taking my Art History Exam, so wish me luck. On Saturday, my last and final exam will be Anthropology. Hopefully it won't be too hard. But after that, I'll be home free! I can't wait till I can start taking it easy. However, I'll still have to study about 10 to 30 minutes a day during my one month break, so that I can prepare for German (which is what I'll be taking next semester). I hope everyone is doing well. Hugs and love, -Neko |
I can't begin to express how happy I am right now.  Firstly, I found out the results of my semester assessment for English 1001. My essay on Bottled Water (required topic) received an 11 out of 12! One person graded it as a six (perfect) and the other a five. This means I tested out of English 2000. That's one less class that I will have to take.The second great happening, that truly made me feel Christmas was here... well, I can't directly say it. Let me start at the beginning. I went to sleep late last night, around 2a.m. or 3a.m. After a few hours of sleep, I was awoken by my sister, who told me to get up. I responded with, "Why the heck are you trying to wake me up? What time is it?" She told me it was about 6a.m. so I was pretty mad. I turned on my side, away from her, and promptly went back to sleep. However, she wouldn't admit defeat. This time she shook me. "Jackie, wake up," she said, laughing. "It's snowing outside!" Snowing? How the hell could it be SNOWING? This was Louisiana, for God's sake. I'm here trying to sleep in the southern U.S., and she tries to tell me its snowing. Yeah, right. So I tell her, "It's not snowing. Go back to sleep." I then pulled a pillow over my head, smothering out any excess noise. She pushed the pillow off of me. Apparently, she wanted to annoy me. "Look outside! I swear, it's snowing," she urged me to get up. Again, I rejected her ludicrous hallucinations. "You're insane," I mumbled sleepily, then turned towards the window. I was left with my mouth hanging open and my eyes wide. It was snowing. Anyhow, the rest of the morning we had snowball fights, built a snowman, and wrote some things in the snow. It was so fun! We hardly ever get snow down here in Louisiana, maybe once every five to ten years or so. It's only snowed three times (that I know of) since I've been bored, which was in 1989. So I got two great presents for Christmas, and though the snow has begun to melt already, I still had a wonderful holiday. I hope everyone else has a fabulous Christmas this year!  -Neko |
| On November 26th 2008, my Great Aunt, "Aunt Chic", passed away. I will miss her greatly, as she always welcomed me at her home. So many of my memories include the pastures and children at her quaint rustic style house. I always had a great deal of fun whenever I went there. She was always kind and never said a harsh word to anyone. In her later years, her health began to deteriorate. She was bedridden for a total of nine years. The addition of Alzheimer's further disabled her. All ELEVEN of her children took turns taking care of her. Her husband had died many, many years earlier, so they did their best to keep her company. A full time caretaker was hired to help as well. On the day of Aunt Chic's death, the caretaker said that Chic woke up to eat like normal, rolled over, went to sleep, and then never woke up again. Thank God she died peacefully; she won't ever be in such pain again. I'll miss her for always, I'll miss her forever, she'll be in my heart, though her life severed. Rest in Peace, Aunt Chic. Love, -Neko |
Ugh, more work to do for school. I've got to study for my Math exam, which will be Tuesday.  I'm having so much trouble remembering what I need to do for this and that problem. I'll get through it though.Also, I've been playing around with photoshop more. I think I'm getting better! Currently, I'm working on some images for The Shade Tree Poets' Paradise, which is a new group open to poetry lovers. If I can, I'll link it later. Anyhow, that's it for now. Now I've got to get back to studying and hugging my kitty for some morale support. -Neko |
| For such a long and strange title, it has a relatively simple meaning, which can only be understood if you're taking my 1003 European History class. Well... sorta. What I meant by this title is: I took my test and I made a gamble on the essay. I forgot half of the things I was going to write about, but it ended up being six pages long. Whew... talk about finger cramps. I had to speed write at the end, since I only had 5 minutes left, which about three long paragraphs to go. I've got not idea how I was able to finish in time. But, the technicalities aside, I've turned it in and now all there is to do is wait. Onto other things, I turned in the rough draft of my English Essay on Adult Males and Eating Disorders. We did a peer to peer review, as we have done for the last two papers. I absolutely HATE peer to peer review. My reasons: I'm the only one who puts effort into them (no, I'm not trying to be arrogant) and the reviews I get back are utter crud. I went back through my own paper and spotted numerous errors that needed to be fixed, while the two classmates who reviewed my work could only find 2 errors between them. There is no reason for us to even do these peer to peer reviews when no one puts effort into them. I usually try my best to make corrections and give suggestions, just as I do on WDC, yet those that review my work do not even give me the same courtesy. It's as if they skim over the paper, say it looks fine, then hand it back over without so much as a comment about errors, what was good, and what was bad. Maybe I'm being a bit too picky or expecting too much? Tomorrow I will be studying for an Anthropology exam. I've got to read over the chapters and finish going over a book that was assigned. Have any of you taken Cultural Anthropology? It's actually a pretty interesting course. The length that some anthropologists go to in order to gather information and knowledge about other cultures is amazing. Their fieldwork usually lasts for about 18 months, if I remember correctly. During that time they will live with their subjects, study their habits, create a genealogy of all of the related tribes and peoples, and more. I also hold great respect for anthropologists because they are against using the term "primitive" to describe such cultures. Cultures such as the Tiwi, whose native land is in Australia (where the aborigines also preside), are anything but primitive. Yes, they used to not possess technology such as we do, but that doesn't make their way of living "primitive". Their society is based upon tradition and had remained intact for so many years because of their isolation from outsiders (they live on secluded islands, right off the coast). They just have a different system of living. They think just as humans do, feel just as humans do, and look just like us (aside from having a bigger jaw, due to the way they chew them food, which is in a side to side grinding motion). One example of their difference is polygamy. The [current] father has the right to promise his daughter to another male in the Tiwi society and usually these men are much older. Their age, generally, will be from thirty to sixty, because that is when they have gained political importance in society (enough to receive a YOUNG female). Political importance is gauged by how many women you have control over. Say a son's mother has just become widowed. That son now has the right to marry off his mother again (she does have some say so, especially since older females in their forties to sixties have also gained political clout because of previous husbands). If the son also has several sisters who are widowed, he cannot marry them off, but the current father may. Thus, he has many potential "bribes" (since women are highly valued). The reason why women are valued so much, is because they are the best food gatherers, especially if they are older women (which is why the first wife a male Tiwi has will usually be old). Ugh! Sorry, I went off in a tangent. But anyhow, if you think any of that is interesting, I'd suggest checking to see if your University offers a Cultural Anthropology course. There are also other Anthropology courses which are just as interesting, some specializing in archaeology, linguistics, and folklore. Now, I will stop for today, before my rants start to make your ears bleed. I know most of you won't find any of this interesting.P.S. However, if you DO find it interesting, let me know. It would make me totally happy. Thanks!Hugs! -Neko |
| Wow, gee-wiz, what in the world.. WHY! God, please, make it go away. I'm currently trying to write a research paper at the moment... and have I mentioned I hate research papers? I can't stand them. I abhor them. I wish they would all just DIE. But then where would our knowledge come from, I wonder? Well, at the moment, I totally do not care.  My issue is Adult Male Eating Disorders. Lovely topic, right? Bleh. It's boring and it's actually making me want to grab my can of Red Bull, slide it into a sling-shot, pull it back, and release it at my head. If only that were possible. Sweet, sweet unconciousness... how I wish you would visit me. I can't even go to sleep tonight because I've got so much work stacked up. Procrastinators for the win! After I finally... FINALLY finish this God awful paper, I will then be able to work on my history ESSAYS. Yes, more writing. More research. Lovely. I mean, I'm not saying I don't like writing, it's evident that I do, but I'm getting ready to OD on Red Bull and my eyes are all red with huge dark circles underneath them, as if I have a black eye. There's only so much a girl can take, am I right? Joking aside (yes, I was joking about the red eyes and dark circles, but, well... the Red Bull thing is true), I hope I'll be able to finish all of this in time. The history essays really aren't that much of a problem, since it's more of an outline for the test (which is tuesday). So... yep. That's my update. Anyone know a lot of history and/or things about men with eating disorders? I'll give you a cookie if you help me. Any takers? No? Fine. I'll eat the cookies myself! Hoozah!(Uhm... sorry for the weird rant. Red Bull + Tiredness + Research Paper = Not a good mix.) Now to stop procrastinating (more) and get to finishing my paper. I'm on the 4th page... let's see if I can do it! Hugs and love, -Neko P.S. FEEL FREE TO COMMENT. It will give me more fuel to procrastinate on... Mwahahah. |
| Okay well... as some of you may know, Hurricane Gustav recently "visited" the U.S. I was one of the people affected by this devious storm, since I live in Louisiana. I lost power for six days (and then some... not sure, I've lost track of time), so I've been unable to come on here at all. I hope that anyone else affected is doing alright. I also apologize for ignoring the site; I'm still going to be off and on... and since Hurricane Ike may be coming, who knows what will happen. OH! And Happy Birthday WDC. Sorry it's an itty bit late. (It's near my birthday too...hmm, neat.) Love you all! -Neko |
| Title stands for: Away from Writing Dot Com. Meaning: Well... I'm sure many of you have noticed my absence around here (maybe?). I've been way too busy preparing for college and etc. Too much has been going on, so it's been super hard for me to get anything done on here. I have 15+ reviews stored on a flash drive, however, I have not been able to send them out yet. I apologize to EVERYONE who has given me a review. I'm so sorry that I have been unable to return them. Also, as for my forum, I'm going to have to close it for now, until I catch up in the far future. Thanks for being patient and again, I apologize. |
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