I am independent when it cones to things that does’t involve my disability. Continue reading ‘“What’s Your Best Quality” Test’ »
Archive for August, 2003
My mother went to a training for caregivers, and she was gone for almost 12 hours which made me realize how important she is to me. Perhaps more than other mothers to their children because of my physical dependency. Continue reading ‘Mother’s absence’ »
This dream took place at a hospital — apparently in an emergency room — and continued to be so throughout the dream. Continue reading ‘Emergency room’ »
My headset is not functioning properly from this morning. I think its wiring has gone haywire. So ‘m gonna try to return it to get it fixed or replaced since i’s still under warranty. Anyway, ‘m typing this in some “other way,” but I wo’t be able to chat for a while. Oh, well. Fortunately, I found a cheap spare I had stored away, but i’s really uncomfortable. Better than nothing, I guess.
I have changed my opinion on private entries on blogs now that I have been blogging for almost a year. You do need privacy at times. It can’t always be for everyone in the world. And certain entries could damage your career, relationships, and/or reputation. Therefore, I implemented the Private Entry hack with a little modifications. 
Continue reading ‘Private entries’ »
I just tried Pepsi Twist (lemon favored) for the first time, and i’s not what I expected. It tastes somewhat like a mixture of Pepsi and vodka. I would throw up if the taste was a little stronger. I just do’t go for that kind of tastes, because it turns my stomach upside down. Nevertheless, I have eleven more cans to go! Oh well, better than nothing…
Because of this, I spent the whole day yesterday and a few hours of this morning reinstalling Windows and other programs. I was so exhausted and even my back was aching from sitting too long. The good thing that came out of this, though, is that some programs that were giving me trouble now work just fine. Windows registry apparently was screwed up for some reason. Well, everythin’s back to normal — better, I should say.
In this dream, it was a birthday of a high school teacher named Mr. Kano, and I went after him with a bibi gun in the classroom. And so did my personal aide I had in high school. According to him, I “messaged” everyone I knew to let them know of his birthday and to “get him.” 
I was pretty close to him actually.
