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-Enzeru - Chan- Vice Captain
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 Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 12:11 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 11, 2006 10:09 am
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2006 10:39 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 13, 2006 11:36 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 15, 2006 8:17 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 16, 2006 11:08 pm
Bump **Vote** Bump
Bump **Vote** Bump
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-Enzeru - Chan- Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 1:24 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 6:20 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 22, 2006 1:56 pm
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Posted: Sun Oct 22, 2006 2:01 pm
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Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 7:43 am
Yay! who you gonna call....ghostbusters...okay....I just had a weird moment....BUMP!!!!
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Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 12:12 pm
Instead of Just saying the word bump, I will start telling a story every hour or so. You do not need to reply to this story, I just thought it would be more intrguing than saying "Bump"
To get to know me - by Empress dee
All right, my brithday, April 2nd, 1979.
Now whenever I hear that day, I don't just think of my birthday and turning another year older...age is only a number.
Instead this is what I think about....
I think of a rainy, dark morning, about 2 AM, my mom groaning in pain. Tears flowing down her face as I give one hell of a fight to get out of the polluted body.
Yes, my mom did smoke among other things while pregnant with me, but I will not get into that.
As soon as I found my way through, yay, the first thing that happens is I am blinded by this white light...ouch! Then, if that wasn't bad enough, it was freezing in that hospital! They like have the air conditioning on all the time, even when it is cold outside. I was not a happy camper. So, I begin to cry.
Apparently, I cry so much, I black out. For two entire weeks I was out cold. No I do not remember the dream i had then...I was too little. But later on I remember dreams...just you wait.
I found out, after I could understand words that I had a hole in my heart at birth!
*tip* Do not smoke while pregnant, the child could have a hole in his or her heart at birth. I was a victim.
Besides that I found out that I was underweight, like I really cared what weight I was even now, I do not care much about weight. As well, I was born two weeks too early. So...smoking is definitely a bad thing...do not do it!
As much as that was a negative thing, I do recall some good things at my birth, like this unique weight scale. The base of the scale was a trapezoid and it was made of metal. It reminded someone of those "ton" droppers on cartoons...you know those anvil type things that had a trapezoid shape? Bah...you probably didn't get the humor.
Anyway, the base was a trapezoid shape, the exterior was painted in stiple barf. yeah, a rough outside that looked like...um...nevermind.
The measuring indicator to read the number of my weight, was a paper dial with a red needle thingy, the numbers on the paper dial were in black ball point pen. That was underneath a circular pane of glass where a stainless steel rim was holding the glass in place.
The scale was obviously spring loaded, and had a full cylinder pipe covering the spring, and a half cylinder pipe, cut to size, where my naked body was placed on the half cylinder part.
I must have been brought to that scale many times because I was underweight and in order to release me and send me home with my mom, I had to be a certain weight. Yeah...it was insane.
so...that was my first two weeks of life. enjoy this for the next hour, after that the next part I will type.
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Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 1:23 pm
The second chapter
My first Christmas. I grab an icy square from a counter and I was able to eat it, however, a few moments later, I felt weird...nauseated, and I got sick. Ewwww....right?
Reminds me of the time when Yuki got sick on Gravitation and Shuichi was so worried...awww....!
Anyway, my mom got worried and took my temp...over 103 degrees! Yep, i was burning up all right. Then spots, itchy red spots went all over my body. That's right I had the measles.
That was a scary time. Poor mom though.
Exactly one year later, a re occurance! And the same type as well! Yikes!
Then some time after that, mom had hired a babysitter when mom wasn't even going to leave the house. I didn't understand! But now I knew what had happened...of course...mom and dad made love to create my sister. My younger sister. There was a lot of screaming that night...hee hee hee.
But on the good side I did get to put some paints in a swirly thingy and it made cool designs with it. I guess that is why i love art and colors so much. it is because I was under the age of 2 when i was exposed to the wondrous things of art.
well...chapter three in an hour or so.
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Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 3:04 pm
Chapter 3 - a good christmas
The following Christmas, I had discovered an old make up box that was big enough to fit my cousin Jennifer and I into it, so I asked Jenny if she would like to play race car. She agreed then I took the front of the box and sat in it and she sat in the back. then my older cousins danny and dennis pushed us around in the box and we played race car. It was fun!
Then after that, after dinner, I saw this huge present in granny's basement. I then ask my mom and everyone who the gift was for then as it was the last gift, mom revealed it was for my sister and I. So like a monster I opened the gift and underneath all that wrapping was a huge toy sink, hand built by my grandfather! If one were to attack working water pipes to this thing and added some plumbing to it, it would be a real working sink, but small enough for a 3 year old to use! It was a revolutionary thing! Then with it, I got a toy shopping cart and some plastic food, too bad it wasn't real...*sigh* But that was a Christmas I will never forget.
so...before I go to chapter 4, what did you guys think honestly of the first three chapters. I am doing this right from memory, as unbelievable as it is. My aunt says I would be a good crime scene investigator, but I would never be able to handle the stress of seeing all that gore...but still...I do have a photographic memory.
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Posted: Sat Oct 28, 2006 12:06 pm
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