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Name: Hiroe Gigi Country: Canada Birthday: 3/24/1983 Gender: Female
Interests: volleyball, eating, sleeping, ban lang lang myself, spending time with friends, buy whatever I like whenever I like (unfortunately, that is not possible yet so it's more like a dream :P), playing with my very very QT hamster
Expertise: "fighting til death". I am not intellectually gifted but if you will compete with me for marks in a class, I will fight you 'til death~
Occupation: Student Industry: Other
Message: message meEmail: email me Website: visit my website MSN: giginium @ hotmail.com ICQ: 19687752
Member Since:
5/17/2003
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| Question from me: Where would you rank me, purely based on looks, among 99 other people?
boyfriend: 80th percentile
friend: 85th percentile
Why did I get a lower rating from my bf?
Anyhow, people have been asking me to update this page. So here are some thoughts:
Question: Is there such thing as a romantic marriage?
Answer: Harsh reality of living together with someone and learning to always deal with differences has gotten to me. Not to mention changing diapers and getting up in the middle of the night to feed the crying infant. Financial issues and burdens of material costs are no fun. When you grow old, you soon realize you are OLD, and that is scary in itself.
Shorter answer: probably not as romantic as it seems. | | |
| Whoohoo...exams are finally over and I can look forward to not having to study for 3 weeks. Lots of papers and projects to work on, but hey, at least that precludes insidious studying at hours and hours on an end.
I'll be going skiing for a day up at Whistler. I keep telling my BF it's a bad idea to do a day trip because of the exhaustion involved at the end of the day. The sea to sky highway does not tolerate less than 100% attention and caution. Maybe we should stay for the night?
Trez, it's a bad idea to board for 2 days in a row for the first time...trust me.
I'm having a "mid-life" crisis, minus the md-life though. I'm pretty lost at what I want to do for the rest of my life at this moment. I'm getting nightmares from just obsessing way over it too much. What happened to the simple life that I was striving for? (groan) | | |
| Yes, it's been a whole term since I've updated my blog. This is the offical last day of school and finally, I've gained the conviction to type up strings of words on a page...
What happened to the 8 hours sleeping nights in the summer? I cannot survive on 6 hour nights anymore after being too comfortable in the summer just working working.
I've recently discovered that the use of my webcam has been seriously abused by my sister, not that I truly mind. When I opened my picture folder, there were a multitude of my sister's profile pics. No wonder her xanga pic changes every few days. I'm going to erase some pictures.
In school, many reports and presentations due the last week. Totally bummed out having to track down group members by email due to weekly absences in class. Totally unreliable people because they don't even respond to email for a week. They don't show up for meeting times that I've set a week ahead, without giving a response. What's wrong with these undergrads anyways?
Finally, I've been recently inspired by a friend to buy him a Christmas present. That's a good reminder. At least I know that will make him happy.
Unfortunately, I won't be going to the Holiday Ball...I'm really bummed out because I was totally looking forward to dancing with my friends and being able to practice. But noooooo, it had to be before the exam period ended...bummer... | | |
| Every day when I turn on the TV, I am bombarded by the images of perfect models, or the ads for the newest diet fads promising weight loss and self-confidence as a result of the newly acquired cutaneous shell. Realities shows such as home makeovers and plastic surgery may seem all-in-all ideal to the viewer, but what kind of message is this sending out to citizens of this affluent society? I am throughly disgusted by the contemptible values of the society, designed to make you feel abased and lowly, only to offer a seemingly easy solution to raise your self-esteem after a tirade of derision aimed specifically to make you feel unworthy and unloved.
How are people responding to this fulmination of accusations that you're not as perfect as the Victoria's secret model or the standards that we, in the upper administrations have set? How many sages can have the presicence to see through this exploitation of people's feelings and emotions? Sadly, very little. Many people currently resolve to "shed some pounds" through some tragically devasating means. Although only a small population is affected, bulimia and anorexia is a life-threatening condition. It debilitates families, friends, and the very victim without mercy. A large population goes on a diet in the hopes of finally being regarded in certain respect and gaining approbation from valued authority. What has this lend us? A city full of people who are depressed, lost and unsatisfied.
More importantly is the psychological impact on children and teenagers. The media is a powerful means of communication. Through this means, children may grow up incoporating the values without question. However, instead of prevention, adult should aim for education. The children are the future. What will the world be like?
Some people would start to question the motivation of my passage. Is this resulting from an embittered person shunned by the public on the same issue? Is this genuinely from a person who zealously feels this way?
I'll let you ponder upon that.
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| I've been reading other people's xanga entries recently and I find that one common theme emerges from the daily ramblings of my peers. Confusion and sadness appear to plague most of the people I know. This particular upheaval seems to be related to many changes during this period of turmoil, both emotionally and academically. I wish I could say that I was certain of my direction and path, but to say so would be presupposing and pompous of me. I am bothered by my troubles as well. Those who understand me well would be aware of the particular irony of my situation, minus the humorous quality. I often ask myself one question, where would my friends and I be in 10 years? Would we still be in contact and hosting annuals beach parties or BBQ in honour of our aquaintance? I think this riddle could only be answered with a conundrum. | | |
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