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University of Cincinnati
Beta Chapter
So very proud....wish I could have been there to celebrate. We will when you get back!!!!
Beta Chapter reppin at Convention
Flash (Alpha Class), Spazzle(Beta), Buttercup(Gamma), Alize(Zeta), Precious(Zeta), Fuze(Eta), Venus(Eta), and Lush(Eta)
I  these girls!!!
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| It's been a year since my study abroad trip. That time spent away from everything I've known really helped me grow as a person. Though I was homesick, I would do it all over again. The things I learned, the people I met...I wouldn't change it for the world. I got out of my comfort zone and realized that there's so much more in the world than what I knew, a real eye-opener. I think everyone should, if given the chance, spend time abroad. It helps you find out more about yourself. You find yourself doing things you wouldn't normally do, and learning how to do them alone, for only your sake. Ok. Ok...enough rambling. Here are some pics.
My favorite pics from every city I was in. My battery charger got killed in Brussels, so I don't have many pics after that. So here is a recap of my trip....(this will look similar to my recap from last year hahah)
Nantes, France (my home for six weeks)
Sidewalk chalk drawing. The guy finished it in a few hours.
a couple of my classmates salsa-ing, outside one of the cafes that we frequented often.
Monte Carlo, Monaco
The view of Monte Carlo from our hotel room.
Geneve, Switzerland
Jet d'Eau
Bern, Switzerland
Zytglogge Tower in the back
Amsterdam, Netherlands
At one of the many coffee shops we visited.
At the Heineken factory
Brussels, Belgium
the best thing about Brussels
Brugge, Belgium
On a little boat tour around the small city of Brugge
Madrid, Spain
In a park in Madrid....unfortunately no pics of La Plaza Mayor.
[Nothing from Barcelona]
Paris, France
The beautiful Louvre...this shot would have been amazing at night.
That's it. It's a shame my camera was out of commission for the second half of my trip.
Here is a link to all of my pics http://public.fotki.com/buigirl/2005/study_abroad/
Now that I think about it, I've done a lot of traveling in the last two years. Here's a recap of my travels. hehe
Vietnam - Sept 2004
crazyy
again...crazyyyyy
Big statue of Mary and baby Jesus....boy, that was a hike.
A pagoda in Vung Tau
my mommy and three of her sisters. she's the second one from the left.
Australia - Sept/Oct 2004
My cousin's wedding. This is her singing "Valentine" at the reception
Went deep sea fishing and my brother caught a fish almost as long as my sister-in-law
haha....I love this warning sign.
more pics:
http://public.fotki.com/buigirl/family/vietnam/
http://public.fotki.com/buigirl/family/australia/
My latest travels have been around the US, when my cousins from Australia came to visit.
NYC
New Year's Eve in Time Square
Las Vegas, Nevada
World's tallest(largest?) chocolate fountain
my favorite guy cousin. i miss you!!!!!!!!!!!
water show at Bellagio
different angle
NorCal
on the drive up to San Jose
my jokester brother gettin his mack on. hahah
he thinks he's a monkey
SoCal
Rodeo Drive...not so fun when you don't have money. hahah
my frist NBA game. Phoenix Suns vs. LA Clippers
gotta love the convenience.
and In-N-Out burgers....mMm
more pics can be found at http://public.fotki.com/buigirl/2006/congs_pics/
sorry for the picture overload. i'm bored at work, and don't want to apply for jobs. hehe =)
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| This is my tribute to the nice girls. To the nice girls who are
overlooked, who become friends and nothing more, who spend hours
fixating upon their looks and their personalities and their actions
because it must be they that are doing something wrong. This is for the
girls who don't give it up on the first date, who don't want to play
mind games, who provide a comforting hug and a supportive audience for
a story they've heard a thousand times. This is for the girls who
understand that they aren't perfect and that the guys they're
interested in aren't either, for the girls who flirt and laugh and
worry and obsess over the slightest glance, whisper, touch, because
somehow they are able to keep alive that hope that maybe... maybe this
time he'll have understood. This is an homage to the girls who laugh
loud and often, who are comfortable in skirts and sweats and combat
boots, who care more than they should for guys who don't deserve their
attention. This is for those girls who have been in the trenches, who
have watched other girls time and time again fake up and make up and
fuck up the guys in their lives without saying a word. This is for the
girls who have been there from the beginning and have heard the trite
words of advice, from "there are plenty of fish in the sea," to "time
heals all wounds." This is to honor those girls who know that guys are
just as scared as they are, who know that they deserve better, who are
seeking to find it.
This is for the girls who have never been in love, but know that
it's an experience that they don't want to miss out on. For the girls
who have sought a night with friends and been greeted by a night of
catcalling, rude comments and explicit invitations that they'd rather
not have experienced. This is for the girls who have spent their
weekends sitting on the sidelines of a beer pong tournament or a case
race, or playing Florence Nightingale for a vomiting guy friend or a
comatose crush, who have received a drunk phone call just before dawn
from someone who doesn't care enough to invite them over but is still
willing to pass out in their bed. This is for the girls who have left
sad song lyrics in their away messages, who have tried to make someone
understand through a subliminally appealing profile, who have time and
time again dropped their male friend hint after hint after hint only to
watch him chase after the first blonde girl in a skirt. This is for the
girls who have been told that they're too good or too smart or too
pretty, who have been given compliments as a way of breaking off a
relationship, who have ever been told they are only wanted as a friend.
This one's for the girls who you can take home to mom, but won't
because it's easier to sleep with a whore than foster a relationship;
this is for the girls who have been led on by words and kisses and
touches, all of which were either only true for the moment, or never
real to begin with. This is for the girls who have allowed a guy into
their head and heart and bed, only to discover that he's just not
ready, he's just not over her, he's just not looking to be tied down;
this is for the girls who believe the excuses because it's easier to
believe that it's not that they don't want you, it's that they don't
want anyone. This is for the girls who have had their hearts broken and
their hopes dashed by someone too cavalier to have cared in the first
place; this is for the nights spent dissecting every word and syllable
and inflection in his speech, for the nights when you've returned home
alone, for the nights when you've seen from across the room him leaning
a little too close, or standing a little too near, or talking a little
too softly for the girl he's with to be a random hookup. This is for
the girls who have endured party after party in his presence, finally
having realized that it wasn't that he didn't want a relationship: it
was that he didn't want you. I honor you for the night his dog died or
his grandmother died or his little brother crashed his car and you held
him, thinking that if you only comforted him just right, or said the
right words, or rubbed his back in the right way then perhaps he'd
realize what it was that he already had. This is for the night you
realized that it would never happen, and the sunrise you saw the next
morning after failing to sleep.
This is for the "I really like you, so let's still be friends"
comment after you read more into a situation than he ever intended;
this is for never realizing that when you choose friends, you seldom
choose those which make you cry yourself to sleep. This is for the hugs
you've received from your female friends, for the nights they've
reassured you that you are beautiful and intelligent and amazing and
loyal and truly worthy of a great guy; this is for the despair you all
felt as you sat in the aftermath of your tears, knowing that that night
the only companionship you'd have was with a pillow and your teddy
bear. This is for the girls who have been used and abused, who have
endured what he was giving because at least he was giving something;
this is for the stupidity of the nights we've believed that something
was better than nothing, though his something was nothing we'd have
ever wanted. This is for the girls who have been satisified with too
little and who have learned never to expect anything more: for the
girls who don't think that they deserve more, because they've been
conditioned for so long to accept the scraps thrown to them by guys.
This is what I don't understand. Men sit and question and whine
that girls are only attracted to the mean guys, the guys who berate
them and belittle them and don't appreciate them and don't want them;
who use them for sex and think of little else than where their next
conquest will be made. Men complain that they never meet nice girls,
girls who are genuinely interested and compelling, who are intelligent
and sweet and smart and beautiful; men despair that no good women want
to share in their lives, that girls play mindgames, that girls love to
keep them hanging. Yet, men, I ask you: were you to meet one of these
genuinely interested, thrillingly compelling, interesting and
intelligent and sweet and beautiful and smart girls, were you to give
her your number and wait for her to call... and if you were to receive
a call from her the next day and she, in her truthful, loyal,
intelligent and straightforward nice girl fashion, were to tell you
that she finds you intriguing and attractive and interesting and worth
her time and perhaps material from which she could fashion a boyfriend,
would you or would you not immediately call your friends to tell them
of the "stalker chick" you'd met the night prior, who called you and
wore her heart on her sleeve and told the truth? And would you, or
would you not, refuse to make plans with her, speak with her, see her
again, and once again return to the bar or club or party scene and
search once more for this "nice girl" who you just cannot seem to find?
Because therein lies the truth, guys: we nice girls are everywhere. But
you're not looking for a nice girl. You're not looking for someone
genuinely interested in your intermural basketball game, or your
anatomy midterm grade, or that argument you keep having with your
father; you're looking for a quick fix, a night when you can pretend to
have a connection with another human being which is just as disposable
as the condom you were using during it.
So don't say you're on the lookout for nice girls, guys, when you
pass us up on every step you take. Sometimes we go undercover;
sometimes we go in disguise: sometimes when that girl in the low cut
shirt or the too tight miniskirt won't answer your catcalls, sometimes
you're looking at a nice girl in whore's clothing - - we might say we
like the attention, we might blush and giggle and turn back to our
friends, but we're all thinking the same thing: "This isn't me.
Tomorrow morning, I'll be wearing a teeshirt and flannel shorts, I'll
have slept alone and I'll be making my hungover best friend breakfast.
See through the disguise. See me." You never do. Why? Because you only
see the exterior, you only see the slutty girl who welcomes those
advances. You don't want the nice girl.. so don't say you're looking
for a relationship: relationships take time and energy and intent,
three things we're willing to extend - - but in return, we're looking
for compassion and loyalty and trust, three things you never seem
willing to express. Maybe nice guys finish last, but in the race
they're running they're chasing after the whores and the sluts and the
easy-targets... the nice girls are waiting at the finish line with
water and towels and a congradulatory hug (and yes, if she's a nice
girl and she likes you, the sweatiness probably won't matter), hoping
against hope that maybe you'll realize that they're the ones that you
want at the end of that silly race.
So maybe it won't last forever. Maybe some of those guys in that
race will turn in their running shoes and make their way to the
concession stand where we're waiting; however, until that happens, we
still have each other, that silly race to watch, and all the chocolate
we can eat (because what's a concession stand at a race without some
chocolate?)
Sometimes the nice girl gets sick of waiting
I don't want to be the nice girl anymore.
So, I'll sit back and watch someone else steal the show while I wonder...."what if?"
....or not. We will see.
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Catherine
Cole
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| was going through old emails that i saved...god there's too many. no wonder my capacity is 100%. =P anyways...this is an old one from Danger...okie..only Sue will know who he is...
How To Keep A Healthy Level Of Insanity
1) At lunch time, sit in your parked car with sunglasses on and point a hair dryer at passing cars. See if they slow down.
2) Page yourself over the intercom. Don't disguise your voice.
3) Insist that your e mail address is:
Xena-Warrior-Princess@OCDSB.edu.on.ca Elvis-the-King@OCDSB.edu.on.ca
4) Every time someone asks you to do something, ask if they want fries with that.
5) Put your garbage can on your desk and label it "IN."
6) Develop an unnatural fear of staplers.
7) Put decaf in the coffee maker for 3 weeks. Once everyone has gotten over their caffeine addictions, switch to espresso.
8) In the memo field of all your cheques, write "FOR SEXUAL FAVOURS."
9) Finish all your sentences with "In accordance with the prophecy."
10) Dont use any punctuation
11) As often as possible, skip rather than walk.
12) Ask people what sex they are. Laugh hysterically after they answer.
13) Specify that your drive-through order is "to go."
14) Sing along at the opera.
15) Go to a poetry recital and ask why the poems don't rhyme.
16) Put mosquito netting around your cubicle. Play a tape of jungle sounds all day.
17) Five days in advance, tell your friends you can't attend their party because you're not in the mood.
18) Have your co-workers address you by your wrestling name, Rock Hard.
19) When the money comes out of the ATM, scream "I Won!", "I Won!" "3rd time this week!!!"
20) When leaving the zoo, start running towards the parking lot, yelling "Run for your lives, they're loose!"
21) Tell your children over dinner. "Due to the economy, we are going to have to let one of you go."
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