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Update Maybe. by Aiza on October 4th, 2011, 7:12 pm
Last night got worse. I really don't know what to say about it. I just, hate it. Bleh.
Anywho, today is another day. I made the best of it so far. Cleaning house most of the day and my school's second term just started so I will be busy doing that. So my muse has left for vacation, so to speak, for a short while I'll be on and off the chat, because you guys are my friends and I love you. But I won't be posting. I don't even know how to respond to PMs about role playing right now.
I hope to be back up and running but thursday or friday. So, let's see then. Oh, quick question, I need ideas. If you had to cook to impress a Vantha cook? What would you make?
I was thinking, Chicken Keiv?
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My life outside of Mizahar. by Ayla on August 21st, 2009, 1:02 pm
Hey everybody! Look at me! http://www.flickr.com/photos/unc-cfc-us ... otostream/Starting from the right, I'm the fourth guy with a shield, the one that says POLICE upside down. Yup. I will let you know, that day sucked. Understand, I'm not totally adverse to some physical activity. I'm not out of shape, I can run my mile and a half in under 11 minutes. But that day sucked. I Still, and that picture was taken 4 days ago, still have a bruise on my arm from one of the straps of that shield. Oh, also you see the people behind me? Those were marines. Carrying shotguns. Real ones, made out of metal. And you see how I'm not wearing a helmet? I totally got rushed, and hit so hard that my head rocked back and smacked right into my marine's shotgun. Fun! You can look through some other photos in that stream of different things that went on that day and the next for my base. But... I still dont really regret my decision to join, even if. Even if I have to do silly things that have absolutely no bearing on my real job in the Navy.
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Decending silence by Book__wyrm on August 26th, 2010, 11:47 am
When I see disasters on TV, I always feel kinda sad, but more detached, you know? It's like, you know it's real, and you feel sorry, but it doesn't really click that these are real people, with real friends, and family. Maybe it's just me, but my mind can't really wrap around it.
In my whole life, I think there's only been two times that it really hit me that someone was really, actually dead. The first time was the week after a hurricane, when I found out that one of the teachers around campus had been on holiday when it hit, and was killed.
The second time was a few days back, after the Philippine hostage situation. Twenty two Hong Kong tourist were held hostage by a former policeman wanting his job back. It took them eleven hours to resolve the situation, and by the end of it, eight of the Hong Kong tourists were dead. The youngest, Jessie Ng, was fourteen years old, and a friend of a friend.
Putting a face and a name made it real, in a way. Knowing we had a mutual acquaintance made it worse.
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New at This by Amaya on November 30th, 2009, 2:25 pm
Okay, so I'm kinda new at this whole role playing scenario and am hoping that it won't take me long to figure everything out. I just wanted to say that I'm very happy I found Mizahar and check it every day. I try to get my friends to join and so far have one who is willing, three who are thinking about it, and another who is waiting for Christmas break to start.
I want to give a shout-out to Gossamer and Amirah for helping me get started in the role playing part. Because of them, I've really felt welcomed here.
Well, time to get to Intro to Law, so I'll talk to you guys later!
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Sharks in the Pool by Colombina on February 2nd, 2010, 8:44 am
My family likes a good yarn. They usually involve some cringe worthy event featuring one of us performing our usual roles. The tellings conclude with us laughing and non-family members trying to console the star of the story. (Who usually enjoys the narrative as much as the others, even if it was at their expense). One of tales featuring me is the swim-team saga. When I was a bitty thing, between 5-7 years old, my parents signed my brother and I up for summer swim team. The day before instruction began, I disobeyed my parents and watched the movie Jaws. Sharks are my favorite animal, but they still frighten me. With the image of a ravenous 30 foot great white still in my head, I was introduced to a very long lap pool and a particularly suspicious grate on the floor of the deep end. Using my substantial logic, I deduced that if Jaws was coming for me, it would be in that pool over that grate. He would sneak in some water pipe like the Jersey Devil snuck upstream and in a magnificent burst of concrete and metal he would surge from the bottom of the pool and eat me. Needless to say, I hated swim team. I was convinced Jaws had my number. Everytime I swam over that grate I would be in a panic, sometimes I tried veering into other people's lanes. (If there were two of us to eat, I had a 50/50 chance of making it.) Add to this I was very small and a terrible swimmer in general. My brother was a little aquaman, while I swam in circles. No lie. It was bad enough at one swim meet that a parent, fully dressed, jumped in the pool and tried to save me. My parents waved away concerns and assured the crowd, I'd finish. And strangely enough, I always did. While I swam, I had no idea I was that awful. When an improvement in my scores was mentioned in the paper I was thrilled, unaware I had become the underdog mascot. Any improvement was reason for celebration. So what's the moral of the story? For three summers, I did something I hated and was terrible at, and it never dawned on... [ Continued ]
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