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July 2nd, 2013


12:46 pm - Primary School
Miss Millwood's class was stuck inside upon a rainy day. The children ran amok and she looked on in cold dismay.
The noise was getting to her head, she wanted to go out. Because she couldn't she, instead, let out a mighty shout.

"Bobbie-Jo, for goodness sake, get out from under the table!"

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Just then the sun popped out it's gorgeous golden yellow head. Lunch-time neared the soon the children would need to be fed.

"Children pack up now and eat as soon as you are able.
and Bobbie-Jo, for goodness sake, get out from under the table!"

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May 15th, 2013


01:04 pm - Being a Mother
To all those women who say "I so desperately want to be a mother,"
Let me share a few harsh truths with you.

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April 29th, 2013


09:44 pm - Call Centre Workers are People, Too.
Well, I stumbled across my old LJ account and thought I'd do a little update blog.
I'm now working in a very secure, rather enjoyable job in a call center. Basically, I enter new customers' details into the computer system or reconnect their old accounts and update the information. However. . .

It's amazing how many people seem to think it's OUR fault that we can't reconnect them because THEY owe the company money, how heated they get on the subject and how often they seem to feel like we have personally done them wrong. It's also amazing how many people are adamant that "that's not me" or "I've never had your service before!" Sometimes, it's just flat out funny.

Let me share a little anecdote on the subject. Due to privacy laws, if someone is not "authorised" on another person's account, we cannot impart any personal information to them. One such situation occurred where a wife was trying to sign up and her husband still owed the company money for an account under his name. Because she was not "authorised" on his account, all I could tell her was we couldn't connect her at the address due to another person owing us money there. She became rather upset that I couldn't give her any further information and proceeded to declare that her and her husband were the only ones to live at the address for the past ten years or so, they DID have an old account that could have been under her husband's name but she would have been authorised on the account as she was the one to pay all the bills and she kept all their bills paid up. Obviously she was wrong on both counts so I couldn't help but have a silent giggle to myself to tell her the only thing I could. . . "perhaps get your husband to give us a call anyway. Just in case. . . " Of course, she wasn't satisfied with this answer and promptly ended the conversation.

I guess it just goes to show, no matter where you work, there will always be people who don't like what you do and try give you a hard time. Just remember the funny ones.

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May 7th, 2009


10:13 pm - For My Love. . .
My love for thee; a thousand tongues of flame.
A love so bright it cannot be undone.
My heart doth beat the sound of thy sweet name,
and mine, sweet melody from thy soft tongue.

My dreams are filled with thy sweet image oft,
which make my dreams and spirit full of bliss.
Thy sweet caress, so loving, warm and soft,
is heightened only by thy tender kiss.

Thy love for me, I feel in thy embrace
and fills me to the brim 'til I'm content.
My love, reflected in my lover's face,
I pray, shall never from thy face be sent.

My love for thee; a thousand flakes of snow,
for it, in bitter Winter, keeps me warm.
An end, I pray, our love shall never know,
for in thine arms I'm safe. I'm warm. I'm home.
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August 23rd, 2008


05:39 pm - Telemarketers are People, too!!
When I heard that, apparently, Johnny Depp worked as a telemarketer for a while in his life, and he used different accents and said he enjoyed it, I thought, "How bad could it be?" Well, on the 25th of June this year, I found out exactly how bad it could be. haha. I worked for a company selling phone plans. It was okay, but the pay was crap and they mucked around with it something awful!! It was a forty hour week, too, which I wasn't used to. 



This is kind of a blog. Bordering journalistic writing. Enjoy!! :D

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August 22nd, 2008


07:10 pm - The Soloist

Chapter One; Ollivanders

"Can't you just make my school supplies magically appear? That's kinda what we do, isn't it?" Bryone moans to her mother, Poppy. It's her first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry; a school in London that teaches children with magical powers how to use and control their magic. Poppy ignores Bryone and ushers her further down Diagon Alley, (a market place that sells magical supplies), to the wand shop, Ollivanders. They push past the bustling crowd that is typical of this time of year. "What if they sent me a letter by mistake just because I'm your daughter?" Bryone says, suddenly alarmed.

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Hi, guys! I started writing this on the 26th/07(July)/2008. There are a lot of details (some characters, sets and other details) that I have included in here. They are not mine and I, in no way, am trying to claim them as my own. They belong to J.K. Rowling's Harry Potter series. It is a Harry Potter fanfic. I bow to her genius. haha. Also note, it's a very  long entry. Enjoy!! :D


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August 13th, 2008


10:42 pm - Books meme
"The Big Read has reported that the average adult has only read 6 of the top 100 books they print."

1) go through the list and bold those you've read
2) put the books you intend to read in italics 
3) underline the books you love
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August 6th, 2008


10:17 pm - The Composer's Apprentice- chapter four

Marlena is woken by a shrill cry from her mother. "Ludwig, for goodness sake, leave her be! She's only nine years old, she needs her rest!"  This was followed quickly by a knock on her door. Without waiting for a welcome, Ludwig lets himself in. Marlena sits up, still half asleep. Ludwig hurries over to sit on the bed next to her. 
"Good morning, child. Did you sleep well?" He says softly. 

Hi, all! This is the fourth chapter in "The Composer's Apprentice." I hope you enjoy it! :D


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July 24th, 2008


06:28 pm - Checkout Operators are People, too!
At seventeen years old, I got my first ever job. It was as a checkout operator for a supermarket. I worked there for just under a year. It's amazing what I learned about checkout operators in that time. For one, they're very much unappreciated. It's basically a thankless job. The cashing up at the end of the day is hard and it can take a lot of time; so although you may 'finish' work at around seven, you may not actually get out of the place and head home until quarter past seven, if it was a lot to cash up or the end of the week, for example.

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July 23rd, 2008


10:54 pm - The Composer's Apprentice- chapter three
26th of February, 1823

 We lodged in Znojmo for two days yesterday. I must admit, I am rather tiring of travelling. My patience is wearing quite thin. We are staying in Znojmo because our journey from there to the next town is longer than any of our previous trips by far. The next available town is Stockerau. A place I have never been, but am rather indifferent to visiting. 

To the readers; this is only just getting started. If you find it to your liking and want to read more, let me know and I'll try and hurry it up. Enjoy!! :D

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