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| UCCP Government Discussion Board Question:
If your daughter came home with her tongue pierced, what would you do? How would you handle that situation? (Think in terms of being the legal guardian, like Congress, making the rules and laws for the general welfare).
Response #1
I would tell her to go take it out. She would not be allowed to have any piercing until she leaves the house. But I wouldn¡¦t ground her or anything, she is still young and doesn¡¦t understand the effects of getting a tough piercing. I would have to just teach her in over time. Also, I wouldn¡¦t make sure the mother agrees so that she doesn¡¦t have an excuse so that she can go and say ¡§but mom said I could¡¨ of thing. She would most likely obey if both of the parents came down on her.
-Jeffrey Su
Response #2:
If my daughter got her tongue pierced, that would be cool. In fact, then I would go get MY tongue pierced too. Just kidding. If she did, I would first talk to her about why she did it. I might be against her doing it, but I'm sure that some kind of compromise can be worked out.
-Stephen Lai
Response #3:
If my daughter came home with her tongue pierced, I would first not act dramatic or yell at her for it, because that would be exactly what she wants/expects me to do. I¡¦d probably talk to her about it and ask why, and then make an agreement with her.
-Sophia Yu
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Question: If your daughter came home with her tongue pierced, what would you do? How would you handle that situation? (Think in terms of being the legal guardian, like Congress, making the rules and laws for the general welfare).
Last Response:
Hah! This will be interesting to answer¡K
Well first off, I don¡¦t want children; I don¡¦t plan on having any, anytime, anywhere. They¡¦re like pets really, cute to play with ¡K for a while, but easier to just return it back to the owner or pet shop after a few hours of cuddling ¡V that way one doesn¡¦t have to take care of other responsibilities that goes with it. J
Secondly, just to humor the question¡K Let¡¦s say I do have a daughter. (Remember, this is an ideal situation, do not jinx me) If she came home one day with a pierced tongue, she¡¦d better be hiding it, or not talk for the rest of her life. Because if she does, and I catch sight of it, all Thackery berries will run loose! I mean, piercing a HOLE through your body? What kind of compromise CAN be made?! ¡§Oh I just wanted to try it out, you know, be with the trend. C¡¦mon mom, be hip, don¡¦t be so old-fashioned.¡¨ My hands would itch for a bamboo stick. What general welfare?! You want welfare, dear insolent daughter? Here¡¦s some you can chew on: You live under MY house, you live by MY rules! Don¡¦t give me this hippy dippy rubbish.
-Me
So my fellow xanga-ers... What would your response be? | | |
| And so it has Begun! ....... *Mortal Combat's song commences*
 The Pessimistic Whiner here, my years at plu are coming shortly to an end, but before I can even think of that thought, my mind, time and energy are wrapped around the relentless radius of my applications. They say that when you get into college it's when you start changing majors and stuff because that's when you've really figured what you want out of life... and it's ok because they don't expect you to know who you are until then ...
Crap all that.. these few weeks have been so nerve wracking.. I've been reflecting so much about my identity and everything I've done, been, or am doing that have made me become who I am today... because they want "your genuine voice" to speak through your personal statements. "What makes you special and different from the rest of applicants?" Don't you have to know who you are in order to answer those questions? And it is an INSANELY INSANE task to ask ANYONE to sum their lives up into 200 words!! Everything.. no matter how small or significant has shaped me to be who I am now. I dislike the complaining me, and I realize if I back trace my steps, that it's caused by stress which was formed by my lack of an organized time schedule. But that just makes me feel even more incompetent and unprepared.
Mr. Dale said this whole application process is just a game... a dance where they don't teach you the dance steps.. and I'd like to add that almost anyone anywhere would like to see you wobble around in your inexperienced feet and awkward legs and anticipate that you will fall flat on your face, they're rooting for it! because it's a race m'dears. A race that has illogically been overwhelmed with sooo many invisible competitors.
*BAM*! And their off!
You're jogging and suddenly something catches your attention.. you look to your right,.. Oh no! Letter Grades is catching up! Run a bit faster! Pump those arms! You turn to the right! AHH, SAT score numbers' and Procrastination's hot breath air are on your ankles, ...Crap! Speed it up a bit.. salty sweat dripping into your eyes..Ack! All of a sudden you trip and fall! You've twisted your ankle! *Whooosh* A big dust storm blows into your eyes, and a cloud of smoke surrounds you...*cough*cough*wheeze* it's Failure leading the race! He's telling you to eat his dust!
What do you do? Put another quarter in? You want to win and taste the sweet victory of success don't you?
"To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty, to find the best in others; to leave the world a little better; whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition; to know even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is the meaning of success."
-- Ralph Waldo Emerson
I want to taste this meaning of success. I will pump my arms, move my feet a bit faster as if they had wings connected with it and focus on looking forward at the track ahead, because I'm my only competitor, it's down to only me and myself... and I will succeed. I Am Success.  | | |
| Yes, yes I know it's been awhile, but read this and see if it helps make up for my long absences :) I got this on email sent by Lian Chun Fa Shi
Very Humorous indeed! (Why? Because it rings a certain hint of Truth maybe?)
Subject: Le or La? -- Humor
A French teacher was explaining to her class that in French, unlike English, nouns are designated as either masculine or feminine. "House" for instance, is feminine - "la maison." "Pencil," however, is masculine "le crayon."
A student asked, "What gender is 'computer'?"
Instead of giving the answer, the teacher split the class into two groups, male and female, and asked them to decide for themselves whether "computer" should be a masculine or feminine noun.
Each group was asked to give four reasons for their recommendation.
The men's group decided that "computer" should definitely be of the feminine gender ("la computer"), because:
1. No one but their creator understands their internal logic
2. The language they use to communicate with other computers is incomprehensible to everyone else
3. Even the smallest mistakes are stored in long term memory for possible later retrieval; and
4. As soon as you make a commitment to one, you find yourself spending half your paycheck on accessories for it.
The women's group, however, concluded that computers should be
masculine ("le computer"), because:
1. In order to do anything with them, you have to turn them on
2. They have a lot of data but still can't think for themselves
3. They are supposed to help you solve problems, but half the time THEY are the problem;
4. As soon as you commit to one, you realize that if you had waited a little longer, you could have gotten a better model.
The women won.
 How true, how true. Maybe I should pick up French sometime... Ahaha. | | |
|  Catch Up-s 
Current things trying to MASTER or overcome:
+ jealousy
+ juggling
+ taking a shower everyday (hm... trying to overcome? or master... lesee here....)
+ *Impatience* my hot and quick temper (it cuts people deeper than any sharp knife and stings worser than any bee. Yay~ I'm using metaphors! Metaphor is a literary term, remember that boys and girls. It's verrrry important in your future, it's pretty sneaky... coming at any given time and place and angle!, so watch out, be prepared and know your metaphors! Man it's so important that I'm thinking about singing a song about it. Hm, ... metaphor, pay-me-more, down-to-the-core, such-a-bore, man, i'm-so-sore... Really I am, am I-Yess---sireeee... why you rolling your eyes steph.. I'm telling the *truth* i mean.... *TRUTH* with a CAPITAL "T", truthfully... I really did try lifting weights that time  )
+ Procrastination, ol' buddy ol' pal (How is it sooo possible for me, the ultimate procrastinator to be impatient? does that even make sense? actually, am i trying to make lazy equal patience? whoops)
+ Flexibility and *cough* gracefulness in a cute but drunken sashay-sway-ness way for the Tibetan dance
+ Communication skills (GRR! it sure can be a pain in the fanny sometimes.)
+ Seeing things from other people's perspectives/shoes (MASTER! MAStER! MASTER!!)
 Updates:
I have the Wisconsin Shingles.
AHAHHAHAa.... jk. no such thing. i think.
My big bro's getting married, and we're digging out all the dusty old family album pictures. (gahh... gege was soooooooo cute when he was little! It was veryy unbelievable  , Big black eyes, light brown hair, pure white skin... I kept making googling gurgling sounds; ex: Gahh.... goooo...... eeeee.......... gurgle. murgle.)
My mom was so in love  with her first born baby boy. She had like pictures of the first day, 2nd day, 3rd day, 10th day, 17th day, etc. etc. etc. of when gege was born... also some special girlie pictures, where my mom forced him to wear jewelry and put on makeup and wear dresses and such..... AHAHAHA .... he was her real-life barbie wa-wa... her dream come true since she was a little girl  ..... AHAHAAHAHAaha poor gege... man could these pics be worth a lot! no.... i'm not thinking blackmail...... really.... 
also.... I saw pictures of my mom and dad when they were around my age AND younger! (it was quite some ride...)
hm you ask were there any resemblances? Well... my dad seemed more lankier than engih, and my mom around her 20's looked muchhhhhhhhh moreeeeeee skinner and prettier....and ofcourse she never did miss out a chance to rub it in my face over and over and over and over again. "Huh! Look! My legs were so slim and looked so long!"
"Huh! Look! At least I lived a worthwhile young life with my nice body to prove it! But You two girls? Bah... no chance!"
"Huh! Look! This boy and this boy and this boy chased after me! I was the main course don't chu know?"
"Where my genes go to show all this? *staring at my sweaty face, dirty PE clothes, hairy legs, and large belly...* Huh! Down Da drain..." AHAHAHHAHahha.... nonono she wasn't that cruel, just turn her bad english grammar into good chinese grammar and uh... you basically have the same implications.
my god! She had So many new fashions! HAO SHI MAO WHOA! but a disturbing recurring nightmare throughout all the pictures were............. BAD HAIR CENTURY FOR ALL OF THEM!!
 Afterthoughts:
moral of story: shave your head bald. that's the way to do it... mooo~~
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|  Wait! Stop! Don't GO any further! There's something i must tell you!
 Confused are ya? Well sure you maybe... for now.. only a short little puny teensy while, but hang in there cowboy, i'll explain myself in just a moment.
 Getting angry now are ya? Well what's a girl got to do? Hey~ I know, i'll bonk you with this "Stay-calm-and-listen-whole-heartedly-to-Junia-Chou's-Command" bonkers bonkey booinky thingy
*BOINK*
 Ok, so I;m suddenly interested about the whole "college-planning" stuff and my "future" ... sort of scary isn't it? Yup. Well anyways, i figured the fastest and easiest way i could ask for help and directions and a right focus is through this network, by having my budds giving me ideas
I know... "Cool Idea!" you're thinking rite? I know! I was a bit shocked at first myself for coming up with such an ingeneous plan, but you know me.. i eventually calmed myself down, because i was already so used to my innovative wonders. I shrugged my shoulders and continued with life. Coz you know, you can't get TOO caught up with yourself, because you never know when Junia (that's me) who in the next few seconds might come up with what groundbreaking things next. Eh, what can i say? I'm a *whiz kid*
So! *Whiz Kid* here, waiting for people to buzz and beep by and gimme some idea of
A.) What's the process of getting into a college (for a lost, but finally half-awakened Junior) (you know, the whole pin number, student financial aid stuff, the works. And.. do'nt get cheap on me now, y'hear? )
B.) Essay topics and ideas for me to practice my writing on
C.) and any random things to help me develop and improve my brain power and skills. Gotta sharpen those babies in order to rule all beings. You guys can be my pinky and i'll be THE BRAIN. ^-^ AHAHhaha.. get it? The pinky and the brain?! AHAHAHAahahaa...........
HAPPY NEW 2005... uh YEAR!!!!!!! WHEEeeeeeeeeeeeee | | |
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