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Because I don't use my own journal to post up fics, I decided to create a new community. This community will host all my works, and from now on I will post them up there instead of jaeho_detox. All fics rated above PG-13 will be community-locked, and this community allows open membership. I will move everything I have posted here, and re-link the works. The name of the community is Shrine of the Water God, but the link is seiryuu_temple :3 EDIT: For one-shots, I'll write (community-locked) beside the titles, as for series, I'll simply write (c-locked) beside the number. I'm sorry, but I have to do this. Please understand A new section named Banjun is created. It's to host one-shots with twists inside :3 Drabble collection section is just before Manips
Important: to read the locked fics, simply join the community :D don't have to friend me ( Master List of Everything )Tags: fics list
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I had a lesson on the power of visualization earlier, and the effect it had on Jim Carey (did I spell his name right? Oh well...) So now I'm going to state my goal here and see if it's realized at the time :D
I have this vision in my head. In it, I'm working as a dietitian in a hospital, and I have my own office. It's spacious and the walls are white. There's a big window at the back with curtains, then a desk at the middle, with my chair, and two chairs for my client(s). To the side is a metal shelf filled with books, and I am in there, sitting on my chair while holding onto a clipboard and a pen, wearing a white lab coat.
I believe I will see it realized no matter what. For now, this will serve as a reminder of my dream.
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I know the title sounds ridiculous, and that my life is somewhat so screwed up, but this is a true incident, happening just this morning during my Biology Lab class.
For today's practical, my group decided to use boiled egg yolk to test enzyme activity in washing powder. Two boys in my group and me myself were assigned to bring the eggs, and it turned out that one of the boys is allergic to eggs (he used gloves to touch the eggs, and somehow the other boy did the same -_____-;;;)
So, the one who's allergic to eggs has never boiled an egg before, and he told us that he was like: "Okay, so I've prepared a pot of water and boiled the water. Now what do I do? Drop the egg?"
And that was what he did. He held the egg somewhat above the water level, and just dropped it. It made a cracking sound and he was like: "Oh shit".
The result? At the site of the crack, it looked like there was an explosion happening there, with the albumen sticking out of the shell. And because the albumen seeped out through the crack, the yolk was no longer spherical, and we had dubbed it "the egg funnel" because really, it looked like a funnel, with the top somewhat hollow.
The other boy, who wasn't allergic to eggs, commented "I'd like to see that egg hatch."
And when we were washing the test tubes, one of the girls was worried about dumping the egg down the sink, and the other girl said "Have you never put egg in the sink before?" and she quickly correcter herself, "I mean, not randomly just put an egg, like "yay! I put an egg down the sink!" but when you're washing the dishes."
All in all, I had a good laugh this Bio prac.
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Have you, at a point in life, wonders what your name means?
Name is an identity, something that's very closely related to you. Everyone recognize you by your name, and it's very, very important.
For example, my Chinese name includes a letter than means "bright", as in clever.
My sisters and I were named almost impulsively by my father. He doesn't even know why he named us this way, but I'm glad he did, because the meaning of our names were truly amazing. Something that made me behold the greatness of God even more.
God is known as many things, but some of them are: the Prince of Peace (Jehovah Shalom), and the God who Lives (Allah yang Hidup).
My little sister's name, when searched in some baby names' sites, is a Spanish name meaning pretty one. This is not relevant, at the moment.
My older sister's name is a Greek name meaning Peace. She's happy with her name because it's closely related to the Prince of Peace.
While my name, is a Latin/French name meaning Alive. Mine is closely related to the God who Lives.
I used to hate my name. I always thought of why I was given such a ridiculous name, while there were still many better sounding names. But now that I know the true meaning of my name (although I am pretty sure my father wasn't aware of the meaning of the name, but my Father was), I love my name :D
The point of this post?
Just marveling at how great coincidences in my life are
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I used to dislike children, especially those who cry a lot. I hate hearing them cry, and I tried to get away from them as much as I can, except when the children are quiet and well-behaved, or if they're my cousins.
I was reading someone's blog, when I learned something about children. He is a psychologist. He graduated from University of Indonesia (UI) and had a lot of work experience.
What did he say about children?
They are able to love unconditionally. When they love you, whatever you do, they still do. However, if they have decided that they don't like you, whatever you do, they're not going to like you.
He gave a case of a little boy who was abused by his mother, but he still loved his mother dearly.
I have just realized that it's true. I'm currently staying with a British family that consists of a father, a mother, a daughter and a son. The son is 5 this year, and the daughter is 10 this year.
I didn't talk to them a lot, really, but the daughter made an effort to talk to me. And so did the son.
What made me think they won't hate you if they've already decided to like you?
I was offering the tongs to the son during dinner, and he was about to take it when his father came over and scolded him, thinking he was about to snatch it from me. I tried explaining it to him, but he was already scolding his son. He was also asked to apologize to me, and he cried while he did so.
My conscience was eating me alive while that happened, and afterwards. I was worried he would be mad at me (because seriously, if that happened to ME, I would be mad at both my father for falsely accusing me and that person for not making an effort to defend me), but he wasn't. He still greeted me as usual, and when I was about to take the laundry out to hang them, he opened the door for me (sweet but hyperactive little kid he is).
The daughter and the son both raced to my room to call me for dinner, and he complained to his mother when she beat him to it.
I have never felt so loved by little children. And this adds another reason to why I don't want to leave this house.
Children are amazing like that. I wonder why we, as adults, do not have that quality anymore.
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For anyone who is currently at USyd or planning to go there, or associated with USyd, or whatever, I NEED your help TT____________TT
I've enrolled in UNSW for the first semester, and I came to a harsh realization: this is not what I wanted. I wanted to study about nutrition and its effect on people, not how to process foods.
I checked the course in USyd, and it meets my wants and needs. However, I came to another problem. How do I transfer from UNSW to USyd? How is the application process? What about my credits? If I finish my fourth year and I still lack 6 units, how should I compensate for it???
Also, does anyone know how I prolong my VISA? I am fully aware I might have to take summer classes to compensate for the time lost. I don't want to be close to 25 when I graduate -__________-;;;
Please, I need any help that I can get. You don't have to answer all my questions. Just answering one will help me tremendously, I believe.
Again, sorry for bothering you with my problems. Thank you for your time
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