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Today, I came to the Changqing Primary School with the team, and also interviewed principal Wang. Principal Wang told us Changqing Primary School used to be called as Shulinxiang Primary School. The environment was quite awful before. The road to school was very bad, quite dusty in sunny days, but very muddy in raining days. Government paid to improve the environment in recent years , they renewed building, dusty playground was changed to be plastic cement playground. The beautiful environment also changed the students and local people. They also pay more attention to protect the environment. Shulinxiang Primary School changed the name to be Changqing Primary School formally. The principal said: "I believe the future of Changqing Primary School will be even much better."
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Education is a career which means contribution; Education is a science which means to seek truth; Education is an art which means to creat!
Dialogue with the principal
Date: April 10, 2009
Place: Principal office of Changqing Primary School
Team member (TM): Would you please tell us if Changqing Primary School accepted allowance or support from goverment in the reconstruction?
Principal Wang: Yes. We accepted the allowance.
TM: As we know here are lots of excellent teachers and students, would you please give us some examples?
Wang: Ok. Yan Jinhai is an excellent teacher.
TM: Can you introduce the teaching equipment for us?
Wang: Sure. We have lab, Audio classroom …
TM: Thank you for your support, Mr Wang.
Investigation Report
I know much more about the situation of education of Hui people in the past and nowadays though almost 2 weeks interviews and material checking. The following is my reports:
History is witness of the tuff old days for Hui girl to accept education. Example in 1920, Two primary schools set up to improve the education for Hui people, but the situation didn't have a big change. School was a forbidden place for Hui girls. In 1929, a school for Hui girls set up but soon changed to be a boy school, because the leader of mosques againsted it strongly. We may see how hard for Hui girls to enter school in the past!
Finally, in 1942, Dongguan Huizu Nvzi School set up to give the rights back to the girls to accept education. A noble character and high prestige leader of Dongguan mosque was invited to tell how important for Hui girl to be educated to their parents. Then the situation has been improved a lot. We have a good leadership who pay lots attention to Hui girls about their education and we have good policy. I believe the future of Hui children is not a dream, the future of the east district is also not a dream!


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This is the only distinction between the dream and the real: reality allows you to doubt, and the dream does not allow you to doubt. Obviously you are Chuang Tzu, don't be worried. Certainly you were not a butterfly; it was a dream, because it did not allow you to doubt.
To me, the capacity to doubt is one of the greatest blessings to humanity. The religions have been enemies because they have been cutting the very roots of doubt, and there is a reason why they have been doing that: because they want people to believe in certain illusions that they have been preaching.
A man who believes that if he prays earnestly, sincerely…Then Krishna may visit him, or Jesus may appear before him. These are ways of creating dreams while you are awake, with your eyes open. But because you are awake, you can doubt. So first doubt has to be destroyed; otherwise Jesus may be standing before you and you may start doubting – who knows, perhaps it is just an illusion. What evidence have I got that it is not an illusion?
There are thousands of people in madhouses around the world who believe in their illusions so deeply that they talk with people whom you cannot see – only they can see. And they not only talk, they also get a response; they do the work of both themselves!
The strangest thing is that when they speak from one side, their side, they have their own voice, and when they answer from Jesus Christ's side, their voice changes. It has a different quality to it, a different authority to it. You can see that they are doing both things – the question and the answer – and that there is nobody else. But because they cannot doubt, their illusion becomes a reality.
Let me tell you:
If you can doubt, even the reality becomes illusory.
Why have the people like Gautam Buddha been so insistent that the whole existence – except your witnessing self, except your awareness – is just ephemeral, made of the same stuff as dreams are made of? They are not saying that these trees are not there. They are not saying that these pillars are not there. Don't misunderstand because of the word illusion.
In English you don't have an exact translation of the word maya; in English, either something is real or it is illusory. Maya is just in between the two: It looks real, but it is not real. It appears real, but it is not real. In English there is no word which exactly translates maya. It has been translated as illusion, but illusion is not the right word. Illusion does not exist. Reality exists. Maya is just in between – it almost exists. As far as day-to-day activities are concerned, it can be taken as reality. Only in the ultimate sense, from the peak of your illumination, it becomes unreal, illusory.
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Since the (current) strips were first published in 1994, and have a 1994 copyright, why has the copyright been changed to 2013? As I understand it, in Canada the copyright remains in effect 50 years beyond the life of the author, in this case Lynn, so changing the copyright to 2013, doesn't really extend the 1994 copyright. Or am I wrong about that?
What is a "horseshoe sucker" as referred to in a recent Sunday comic?
Have you ever inserted any objects,props, etc into a scene that were an inside joke for a friend or family member that no one else would notice? In the movie or video game industry these are called "Easter eggs" ever done it ? If so, where?
I have recently come accross a book called the best of helpful hints - Mary-Ellen's(1979). The illustrations are so similar to Lynn Johnston's drawings. Are they actually hers?
What is spot art?
Why has FBorFW been dropped by the Phil. Inquirer? Seemed as if your story line was okay.
I was looking at the strips on the website about Mike and Dee's reunion. When Mike goes to visit Dee in the hospital, she offers her address as a way to keep in touch. Later, when Liz and Warren first meet (in the book Reality Check), he asks for a way to get in touch with her. She says, "I don't know my address yet." In the next strip, when Liz is telling Candace about the cute guy she met on the bus, she asks, "Did he ask for your address?" I'm the same age as Liz, and I have never heard of people asking each other for their addresses. I think people would ask for phone numbers, or emails, but giving out your address to a stranger (no matter how cute or nice) is dangerous, and doesn't make any sense. Is this a Canadian thing? Where does this come from?
How do you come up with the language used between April and her friends? It is spot on for people their age. Do you have a teenager on hand to help you decide where to put the word "totally"?
Hello Lynn, My name is, shockingly, Olivia Saltzman. You may recognize my name because you have created me as a character in your comic strip. I first stumbled upon Lovey, which I have also been called coincidentally, about five years ago in March when reading the Tribune Chronicle.
I just wanted to let you know how odd it is to make up a fictional character who is actually realistic about someone you've never met. I am often mistaking for being Jewish also (but I'm actually Catholic).
I also share a very signature mark of Lovey's; the huge mole in the corner of her face! It is hidious, some people do not notice mine so much but of course, in comic strips, everything must be over-exaggerated. When reading your strip, I was about fourteen, and it scared me into thinking that that is what I was going to look like when I grow older. It may sound crazy but I speak the truth!
I thought I would let you know of my experience with your comic because I know that writers are humorous people. I am a writer myself and I suppose this would be humorous to me. I have met many Olivia's, but never any Olivia Saltzman's who share characteristics with me such as the hidious mole I have grown to hate.
I have noticed that quite frequently more than one comic strip, on the same day, will feature the same "topic" or even use exactly the same wording. For example, this morning two adjacent strips both used the term "life force". It is hard to believe this phenomenon is merely a coincidence. Do you have an explanation?
I have loved, laughed and cried with you since day one, but I never remember Elly using %$#& words before. Is this a new harder edged Elly? Has she always had these little moments and I have forgotten?
Elly drives a Crevasse. Is there such a vehicle? I ask because I am curious about any differences between Canada and the USA.
Is there an actual book written by Micheal called Stone Season?
My local paper often omits the first two panels of the strip on Sunday. It's obvious because the title panel is missing. I know it's two panels because I check against the website. Is this allowed, per the paper's agreement with you?
The change in style of the artwork over the past 30 years: is this just natural development in years of drawing the comic, or is it an intentional change because the artist wishes to make a change?


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Nadia Ali is no new name or voice to the scene. Trance artists in particular have salivated over the chance to include her golden vocals in their songs. After pairing up with the Starkillers in the Fall, Keep It Coming was re-released under the remix album of the same name. The well deserved 'Epic Mix' title is a progressive house tune that's been tweaked to able perfection crossing back and forth seamlessly between Ali's beautiful voice, synths, and a stellar guitar sample! Buy the track on Beatport or get the Direct Download. Cheers
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Okay so there is something different about Mike Mroz, and I think it may be the fact that he has the ability to bridge Tech House and Progressive House in a crazy unique way. His goal? To fuse together his European roots with American tastes. As I listen to his mixes, I realize that his mission has definitely been accomplished! Bringing in his influences from all aspects of his life, Mroz makes these great mixes that can keep you going for days. His podcasts are filled with unrelenting techno-tronic beats, great hooks and melodies, and the way he mixes and remixes songs makes his music so easy to enjoy. I really like this guy and I think you will too. Give his latest Mroz Cast a listen and see for yourself.
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2. Ric Scott And Dave Payne ft. Alice B – Paradise Ep (Andrei Knight Club Mix) – Mroz Edit
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Traditionally we eat these vegetables because their names sound like, and therefore hint to, the good we hope Hashem will bring in the new year.
Leeks, in Aramaic: karasi, which also means "to cut off."
May our enemies be cut off!
Carrots, in Yiddish meheren, which also means "increase."
May our merit increase!
Beets, in Areamaic, silka, which also means "remove,"
May our adversaries be removed!
Dates, in Aramaic, tamrai, which sounds like "consume,"
May our adversaries be consumed!
Gourd (such as pumpkin, winter squash), in Aramaic, kara,
which also means "tear & proclaim"
May our sentences be torn and our merits proclaimed!
Pomegranate, because of its many seeds.
May our merits be as numerous as the seeds of a pomegranate
Fish or Sheep Head, because of the verse in Devarim:
"…Hashem shall place you as a head (strong) and not as a tail (weak)"
May we be like the head and not like the tail!
Any food that carries an association in any language works just as well, so you can have fun with this practice:
Chicken livers, in Yiddish, leberlach, which sounds like "live honestly."
May our children always live honestly!
Celery and raisins, in English, sounds like a "raise in salary."
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Modern Home Tours is making back to back stops in Seattle and Vancouver BC to kick off its 2013 Fall Tour. The second annual Seattle Modern Home Tour is Saturday, September 7, while the Vancouver Modern Home Tour makes its debut on Saturday, September 14. Austin, Texas based Modern Home Tours is somewhat smitten with the Pacific Northwest. "It has some of the finest examples of residential modern architecture," said Modern Home Tours co-founder James Leasure. "Between the eco-friendly consciousness, plethora of natural resources and amazing landscapes, the entire region has become a hot spot for architects to experiment with some truly inspiring modern ideas and concepts." Six homes are on each city tour.
Seattle Area - Saturday, September 7, 2013
- Dorsey Residence | Coates Design Architects | Bainbridge Island | Unique concrete 'box' exterior, wide open interior.
- Ellis Residence | Coates Design Architects | Bainbridge Island | LEED Platinum certified, a model and educational tool for sustainable residential projects.
- Lake Union Loft | Goodspeed Architecture | Condo built in 2008 and renovated in 2010, highlighted by use of natural materials.
- Green Lake Residence | Coates Design Architects | Impressive in both its modern design and size (4,000 sq. ft.).
- Lake Sammamish Residence | Schemata Workshop Inc. | Mid-century classic redesigned in 2011 with wide use of glass providing natural light and scenic vistas.
- Reed Home | Schemata Workshop Inc. | Hilltop Community house near Bellevue built in 1957 by Wendell Lovett and recently updated and redesigned, with views of Lake Washington and downtown Bellevue.
Vancouver BC - Saturday, September 14, 2013
- Yaletown Condo | Falken Reynolds Interiors | Early 20th century condo building renovated and updated in 2010, transformed into the "bachelor pad of every man's dreams."
- New Residence | Environmental Design Group | Modest sized home built in 2012 with interiors by Project 22 Design Inc. Makes use of connected open spaces.
- Narrow Passive House | One SEED Architecture + Interiors | Eco-conscious house that uses materials and systems that are both durable and tread lightly on the environment.
- Geometric House | One SEED Architecture + Interiors | The 2011 house is consider a fine example of a true West Coast modern house with clean lines, open concept, natural materials and inside-outside flow.
- West Vancouver Residence | FNDA Architecture Inc. | 1960s wood post and beam house updated in 2011 with a new floor plans and energy efficient living.
- Arbutus Ridge Residence | Campos Leckie Studio | Modernist prototype home for Vancouver's RS-1 zoning district that rethinks the typical zoning regulations and constraints of building in an urban context.
Homes will be open from 11-5, and homeowners and architects will be on site. Tickets for each city are $30 in advance, available online ($40 day of tour). A special $40 ticket is good to tour homes in both Seattle and Vancouver BC. Local non-profits will help staff the events, with the organizations receiving a donation from the proceeds, which include the Seattle Architecture Foundation and Aunt Leah's Place in Vancouver BC. For more information and tickets, visit Seattle Modern Home Tour and Vancouver Modern Home Tour.


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The Camano Center was built in 2001 and is owned and operated by Camano Senior Services Association. This wonderful building resembles a mountain lodge with wood and rock accents, and is designed as a place where community members can get connected to services, programs, classes and each other. The grounds are planted and maintained by our "Down to Earth Gardeners" group and other volunteers, with assistance of our paid groundskeeper.
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Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, Senior Services of Island County coordinates a lunch program at the Center, providing all community members with an opportunity to have a great meal and interact with other people. SSIC also administers a Meals-on-Wheels Program that serves all of Camano Island, and a program by which Camano Island residents age 60 or over can obtain Ensure on a donation basis (a $30 donation is requested for a case of 24 cans of Ensure).
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Welcome to the second entry in my Ayiti: The Cost of Life game diary. Last time, I took charge of the lives of a family of five from a poor community in Haiti. I sent most of the family to work, while the father headed to Vocational School, as I made early strides towards my long-term goal of guiding them out of poverty.
By the end of the first season, the family had spent nearly half their savings -- despite three of the five members working paid jobs -- but Jean, the father, had gained enough education to begin working as a mechanic.
Life improves, for a while
Out of the rainy season came summer, during which time the schools are closed. I bought books for the family to help them get a little extra study in, then sent them off to work. Yves, the youngest child, headed off to the family farm, while his older brother, Patrick, volunteered with UNICEF to help build infrastructure around the community. Marie and Jacquline took roles as market women, with the promise of long days for modest pay -- but little in the way of health hazard. And Jean put his new training to good use, working as a mechanic.
It was somewhat disappointing to see that Jean's new job only stood to earn the family around 280 goud for the season, which is comparable to what he could earn doing the unhealthy work of a rum distiller. I took respite in the fact that, if it's not particularly well paid, at least he wouldn't be working himself into an early grave. Baby steps -- I figured I needed to first empower the family to work less soul-crushing and health-destroying jobs, then find a way for them to earn more money as they transition to ever-better occupations.
I came up with a rotation system that I hoped would ensure the money kept coming in while someone could always be volunteering, and another could head to the clinic or hospital to rest and recuperate. By the end of the first year, savings had increased to around 500 goud, but I'd been forced to drop -- perhaps a little prematurely, in retrospect -- the standard of living to "poor" in order to balance the budget.
Jacquline and Marie needed medical attention; Yves, Patrick, and Jean would need some soon. Happiness was just beginning to fade away -- even for Yves and Patrick, who had taken on the least difficult jobs in the family.
Just trying to survive
The second year started promisingly, with work beginning on a community centre, but quickly took a turn for the worse. Both Patrick and Yves got sick while volunteering. They returned home to rest, but needed medical attention. Meanwhile, the rest of the family was in fading health. But I couldn't see how they could all get treatment -- there just wasn't enough money, even if everyone made only the cheaper (and less-effective) trip to the local clinic (rather than the hospital).
Jean continued to work as a mechanic, while the others rotated through the clinic. Then he, too, got sick and needed to return home. With no income and rising medical bills, the family quickly ran out of money. Now in extreme poverty, there was no money for either food or medical supplies. Jean had just 2 health and 2 happiness (both out of ten). I feared for his survival.
It didn't look good for the rest of the family, since they had no money to buy food. But they headed off to work anyway -- Marie and Jacquline as market women, Patrick as a farm hand, and Yves as a volunteer helping to build the community centre. I hoped they could stay healthy long enough to get the family out of the hole.
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Apart from research activities in the various fields of the discipline, the department also conducts research into curriculum development and intervention strategies for transformation in, and broadening access to, medical education.
The department also hosts the Confocal & Light Microscope Imaging Facility which is a modern interfaculty unit that provides a service relating to light and fluorescence microscopy, including the new LSM confocal microscope. The unit specialises in advanced fluorescence imaging acquisition and image analysis supported by computer workstations equipped with state of the art software.
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(Department CLS, Division of Immunology). With these endeavours, and his involvement with International Brain Research Organization (IBRO) schools held in Afirca, he aims to continue promoting research interest and multidisciplinary collaboration in the Neurosciences. Besides his research interests, he also supports undergraduate teaching in Physiology and Neuroscience and training of Honours students in HUB.


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Blood in the Clothesline
I remember the day he left. The one person that actually understood, loved, and seemingly cared for me was torn away. But by his on doing. There was a thunderstorm that night- strangely how these sudden thunderstorms seem to drastically change my life in radical ways that I never get to understand. But I remember it being cold, and how fast-paced it seemed. It happened too fast, that what the situations in our lives that change them always seem: fast.
One moment, the T.V. was on, and he suddenly snapped it off. I opened my mouth to ask what was wrong, because he suddenly wasn't lying next to me anymore; he was standing in the doorway, facing away from me, like he was already leaving without saying anything.
"Scott…?" Even then, I could tell something was wrong, just by the body language he was radiating off. "Are you leaving?"
He cleared his throat, as if just a few seconds ago, he hadn't been talking with me easily. "Charlie- Charlieze," He corrected himself, as though he wasn't allowed to call me by my nickname anymore. "I want to break-up."
It wasn't an exact blow to the heart; it took me more than a few seconds just to see what if he said was true. I was taken aback, and it took every part of my willpower not to just topple over and feel broken. Because Scott always said what was on his mind, unlike me. When he said things…he didn't bluff. He just needed time to explain himself, explain what he meant to me, because even though he was straight-forward, I needed to know why he would say such a thing.
"Break-up?" I echoed, feeling my voice and hands shake a little as I repeated him. "What do you mean? Is that…code for something?" I tried to keep my voice from trembling, but it broke on the word "code".
He didn't even bother to put up with my nonsense; another great thing about Scott: he didn't beat around the bush. He didn't talk bullshit. He was truthful and honest, yet here I was, losing him as he ripped himself away from my arms.
"I'm breaking up with you. And my family is moving. To Seattle."
I looked up at him, now that he had finally turned around instead of facing the front door, like he was already leaving me. He was. And he didn't care, at least like I thought he had. I was a fool, trying to fight for something that was already gone.
"Seattle?" My voice raised an octave to my dismay. "What's…in Seattle?" What I really wanted to say was, 'But I'm not in Seattle…'
"Family," He said, clearing his throat once again as if they made up for the entire situation. Like it gave him a reason to break-up with me, like we were total strangers even though we had been dating for two years; ninth and tenth grade. "I'm leaving tomorrow. I have to go…" He said.
It was suddenly aware to me that he thought I was holding him down, like an anchor. Had things had sunk down so low, I hadn't even noticed them? Was I that oblivious to my surroundings? Because I had felt that everything seemed well between us. We…I thought he loved me. I guess he didn't. Or at least, he used to.
"So leave." I said, feeling an oncoming wave of tears, but I didn't let them fall. Not in front of him. Not while I was still trying to comprehend what was happening. "Did you ever even care?" I suddenly blurted, thinking it in my mind but not wanting to say it. I covered my hand with my mouth, and felt tears fall down my cheeks. I knew he didn't want to see my cry; I knew that he wasn't that heartless, wanting to see a girl cry because of his projected feelings towards me.
Instead of comforting me, or just explaining the burning question of WHY, he didn't even explain. He turned away from me, his back blocking his face that had once touched me; breathed in my neck, his arms that used to hold me while our lips met…they were gone. Gone in a flash, before I could learn to keep myself together, and not fall apart.
"I used to love you." He said softly, before grabbing his jacket off my dresser and walking out the door, away from me, away from my life, and into a different one in Seattle, Washington. Where I, Charlieze Day, was not. Yet Scott Mescudi was. He was leaving me behind; he didn't love me anymore, not like how I still had feelings for him, because he said 'loved', not 'love'.
Those were the only words he said to me, that still mattered after he left.
Loved. Not love.
The Present
That had been a month ago. A long time ago, months seemed longer, but this time…it only felt like a week. August 23rd, and today, it was September…23rd. It had been a month since Sc- since he had left me here, to rot, it seems. No texts, emails, Facebook messages, or even any letters, even though I highly doubted that he would write, were sent to me from him. Yet, his friends at school (Dominic Knight, Parker Lee, or Dexter Mayner) talked with him the few weeks after he'd left. I was mutual friends with Dexter, and he updated me on what Scott was doing, because I had asked.
According to Dexter, Scott was safe and definitely happy in Seattle. Again, without me. He left, without me. He didn't care about me. And it was out of the blue, after I had thought that he loved me just as much as I had loved him. He'd said it to me a couple of times, he was the first one to say it; I was his first and he was mine…yet that didn't even matter to him. He just left.
And it was on this 'anniversary' that we had broken up. How strange, the word 'anniversary' seemed too happy for a solemn occasion like this. That's why I had stayed home instead of going to school a day, a reason that my mother resented me for.
"Why aren't you dressed yet?" She asked me sharply, her black-rimmed eyes from the eyeliner she used seemed to extenuate just how dark her brown eyes were. On the other hand, she was already dressed in her dress of white top and the bottom skirt part that was black. Unlike my mother, I would never want to wear dresses and pumps every day to work like she did.
"I'm not going to school," I mumbled, half-heartedly afraid of her wrath. I grabbed a box of Apple Jacks from the top of the fridge and sat it down on the table, trying not to notice as she stared me down.
Her neck snapped up as she looked to me. "Why are you not going to school?" She turned around in her chair to look at the calendar on the refrigerator. She rolled her eyes. "Oh God. It's because of that boy again, isn't it?" She sneered.
"Mother, don't even start," I countered back, giving her a serious look. She had never liked Scott, and when he had moved away and left me, all she had was distaste for him. Even though it was completely wrong of him to just up and leave me like that, and I still hadn't found a reason as to move on, I didn't need hear her talking about him and referring to him as 'that boy'.
"You're going to school, Charlieze," She said simply in a no-nonsense tone as she put her coffee mug in the sink. "I don't care if it's about that-," I sent her a sharp look, and she re-worded her sentence. "About him, but you need to go to school. The opposite sex should not affect your education." She said with her nose pointed slightly in the air. According to my mother, it would be absolutely horrible if I went to any other place than Harvard or Julliard.
"Fine," I said bitterly before smashing my bowl onto the table, milk splashing over the sides.
She merely rolled her eyebrows at my little temper tantrum. "Get ready. The bus will be here in only 15 minutes." She dismissed herself by bending down to give me a kiss on the cheek, while I turned away, trying to avoid it. As she went in the back to her room, I wiped off the bright red lipstick with my hand and looked at it with disgust. It had been a while since I had liked my mother.
I quickly got dressed, and as I was boarding the bus, my mother gave me a fake smile and waved as she got into her BMW. I rolled my eyes, resisting the urge to just flat out flip her off and stomped up the stairs. The bus driver, Mr. Ulysses, smiled at me, and I gave him a genuine smile back before walking down the aisle and plopping into a seat in the way back. I didn't feel like being bothered by anyone that day.
After the bus ride and listening to the annoying sixth graders talk nothing but complete and total B.S., I walked up the stone steps of my high school, Obsidian High. Most of the girls here were total prisses; stuffing their bras, putting on about a pound of make-up, and putting out with the little they had. I was sick it of it; sick of it all. Sick of life.
But then again, my life is not the story of a teenage girl who had her heart broken by the love of her life, and seeming as though she had nothing to do afterwards. It was just that, well, a part of me was taken away once Scott left. We had been friends long before we started dating, and he was always there for me, even if there was stuff going on in his life, too. I know, a lame excuse for moping around for a whole month, but I couldn't. I had foolishly given all of my love away, and now I couldn't get it back. Boohoo for me.
The first four periods of school went by fast, the whole time I was able to doge from the concerned faces of Dexter and two my friends Brenda and Nikky. I didn't feel like talking to anyone lately, and I knew sooner or later my friends would be tired of dealing with my bullcrap and would leave me to deal with it myself, and I had come to terms with that. I didn't even know what it was like to be happy anymore, I couldn't see the point of living.
By the time lunch rolled around, I knew it was safe for me to skip the rest of the remaining four periods. I walked by the lunchroom, and Brenda flashed me a bright smile, beckoning for me to come join her and the rest of my used to be friends. I plastered on a fake smile for own sake and mouthed "locker". She mouthed back to me, "Want me to come?" But I shook my hands and gave her thumbs up, right before walking outside the front doors and the two miles back to my house.
The rest of the day was uneventful. I received a few texts from Dexter and Nikky, but none from Brenda. First one down that was tired of my horseshit; two to go. I did nothing that day, for that stupid "anniversary". I had the T.V. and radio on, just to drown out my loud sorrows. I couldn't help but repeat over and over again in my head, why did he leave me? What did I do? Did he just get tired; is that why he left? Did he ever love me in the first place? Why can't I get over him? Does he regret breaking up with me? And if he does, why didn't he ever call or email? He knows how to contact me…yet he hasn't yet. And again: Why doesn't he love me anymore?
I hated crying, I hated the fact that I was so obsessed with him, and I hated that fact that I was in love with him even though he obviously didn't love me back, and I couldn't get over him. I was so distraught in self-pity that I dropped to the ground, rubbing my arms that still had scars on them from the few weeks ago that I had cut. I hadn't cut since…since my father had died.
I think that's when my mother had changed for the worse; after my father's car accident. The break lines had been so old and worn out that they wouldn't work as he was crossing the street, and he was smashed by a semi. I strangely wasn't outwardly affected by the whole thing, but I was still sad and distraught of course. But I knew that my father was in a good place, because he was a good man, and I knew that he wouldn't want me moping around and he couldn't help me. My mother on the other hand, she didn't care.
She became distant; she didn't talk to me that much anymore unless I caused trouble at school or my grades started to slip a little. Instead, my mother completely ignored me and changed her work hours at her law firm from 7 AM to 8 PM, and now I barely see her because by the time she gets home, she's "too tired to talk" and retires back to her bedroom. It used to be the guest room, but she moved out of the master bedroom after Dad's death. She still hasn't changed the room one bit since his accident; the bed wasn't made and his shape was still embedded inside the mattress. She rarely went in there anymore, but sometimes, I snuck in and would lie by the bed, thinking back to when my dad was still alive. It comforted me.
It was around 6, and still avoiding the computer and my cell phone, I padded into the bathroom slowly, a razor blade in hand. I stepped into the shower, slumped over with my head bent down, let the water run down my back and trickle into my eyes, making a stinging pang that bothered me. That was good; I needed pain. I was a selfish son of a bitch; I didn't deserve to be alive, when there were others out there deserved a life more than I did.
I drew the razor blade down my arm, watching as blood slowly oozed and trickled out in a nice, thin line. "Die," I whispered, watching as the blood mixed in with the water on me, turning into a light pink mess. "Why can't I die?" I whined and whispered, staring at my other hand as the razor blade dragged on silently. I was in hell…I was already dead. According to my mother, over some boy.
He was more than a boy. I whispered in my mind, feeling a new wave of tears prick at my eyes. He was my best friend. My better half. My one and only love. My first; for everything. And now he's just…gone. Without a trace.
"Why?" I sobbed over and over, dropping the razor blade, listening to it clatter against the floor and split open my toe. "Why?" I repeated.
"Charlieze?" I heard my mother's voice say, cutting through the noise of my crying along with the running water and the loud stereo and T.V. "Why do you have the radio and television turned so loud?"
I quickly washed away the blood, wincing as the stinging pain spread through my arms and split-open toe like fire. I stepped out the shower after turning off the water and wrapping around in my white towel and stepped into the living room, where my mother was standing, turning off the T.V.
"Sorry Mother," I apologized quickly.
She turned, and gasped. "Charlieze! What happened to your arm?" There was actually an ounce of sadness and emotion in her voice.
I looked down, and saw that my arm was still leaking blood against my white towel. "I cut it…on the shower doors." I said quickly, thinking of a lie.
"What, are you daft? Get your arm off my towel. Those were shipped in from Brazil!" She cried, yanking the towel and unraveling me in my nakedness.
I covered myself immediately, feeling the cold draft run over my body. I gave her a leering glare before running as fast as I could back to my room, collapsing on my bed, not caring that I was getting my bed wet. I heard my mother turn off the fan in the bathroom before closing the door to her room.
Why do I have to be alive? I groaned to myself in my head.
Later on that night, I had a nightmare. I was running through gray hallways, away from something, but I didn't know what it was. When I finally fell onto the cold, hard linoleum floor, scraping my knee, I turned around to see that it was no other than Scott with a frightened look on his face. His skin was place, his usually beautiful green eyes wide with fear, as he breathed out the words in a quiet voice, "Save me…"
I was confused, and I was surprised to find that there were tears running down my cheeks. I reached out to grab him, to help him, but he fell on me before I could, and I could see that there was a knife lodged in his back, and I started to scream bloody murder until I could wake myself up.
"Charlieze!" I heard my mother say in her disapproving voice. I woke up on the floor, since I had decided not to sleep in my drenching wet bed, and found her looking down on me, looking especially creepy. She had on those green facials with cucumbers in her hands, and she had shaved her eyebrows since she decided that she was going to try to draw them on, so she looked pretty creepy, shaking my shoulders with no eyebrows drawn on yet.
She gave me a disapproving look. "Go back to sleep. You only have three hours until your chores start." Was the only thing she said before walking out of my room and back to her own.
I lifted myself up slowly, and looked to the floor in confusion. In blood, were the words written: HELP ME.
It took a long time to wash out the blood with bleach, since I had a white carpet, but I could get most of it, and I was sure that if I waited a little bit, I could definitely get the rest out. Saturday was always a chore day for me, so that meant cleaning all around the house including the kitchen, den area, bathrooms, and my room. I started at 6 in the morning, and finished around 8:45 or so. Mother had already left to go do "recon work on the law firm office" so I wouldn't be seeing her until probably 5 or 6. Today, I wasn't as mopey since I had just cut last night, and I was able to vent out all of my worries and sorrows.
I briefly had a four-way IM chat with Dexter, Dominic, and Nikky, who told me the obvious: that Brenda was seriously pissed at me and would start talking to me once again when "I stopped being a bitch and we could be friends again". I didn't blame Brenda for being mad at me, and I didn't mind it that much. So I went on Facebook and posted a video clip from It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia where the character on there named Charlie Kelly makes a commercial ad for something called 'Kitten Mittons'. Yes, mittons instead of mittens. It was an inside joke between the two of us, and I knew after watching it, she wouldn't be too angry with me anymore.
The rest of the day was like usual; uneventful. Most of the day I played Kingdom Hearts: Chain of Memories on PS2 and successfully finished it. In a way, I was finally starting to get over Scott, but definitely not all the way yet. By Monday, I probably would be more sorrowful like I typically was.
Around 5, Mother called to tell me that she was off in Seattle for the next few days - when she said Seattle, it created a lump in a throat, making it hard for me to reply - and that there was food in the fridge. That was literally all she said. I checked the fridge after she called, and found that there was three expired Yoplait yogurts, a lemon, a lime, half a liter of Cherry Coke, and a mysterious box of take-out that was probably moldy. Which meant I was going to have to go to the little grocery store up the block.
While walking there, this 50 year old or so neighbor of mine, Mr. Bullocks, was standing outside, attending to the lilies in the front of his house. When he saw me walk by, he immediately dropped his hose and tried to follow me. I gave him a friendly hi, thinking he would leave me alone, and he did stop walking after replying hello, but I didn't like the way his eyes followed the back of me. He creeped me out; it was unsettling.
When I arrived at the little store, there was an unexpected thunderstorm that briefly cut off the electricity. So instead of being there for a few minutes like I had planned, I was there for an hour and a half, since they had to reroute the system in order for the check out stations to work correctly. By the time I had trudged back home, it was around 8 o'clock, and I had seen Mr. Bullocks watching met out of his window. He waved and I nodded back, but I still didn't like the way his eyes seemed to focus mainly on my chest and backside.
I got home, and the electricity wasn't working. I seriously needed to wash some clothes though, so I decided to tough it out and light a candle so I could hand-wash the necessary clothes in the bathtub. I finished about three loads around 10 PM, and decided I was tired. I dropped into bed, completely exhausted, and fell asleep as soon as the back of my head touched my pillow.
Last night, after I had finished washing my clothes, I'd hung them to dry outside on the clothesline, and when I woke up that morning, I went outside to hurriedly take them down. Personally, I didn't really want to have my underwear hanging out to dry on the backyard when Mr. Bullocks was out there, staring at teenage girls as they passed. God, he was so creepy.
I took down the clothes and waved to my neighbor Leighton Thomas, a girl who went to the local college. She was going out for an early morning jog with her boyfriend Liam. I usually didn't like seeing Liam since that was Scott's middle name. Scott. I still wasn't over him, no matter how hard I tried. But I loved him so much, it was so hard for me not to understand why did not love me back anymore.
I took down the clothes, and after moping around in my bedroom once I was finished looking up songs on YouTube, I decided to go out for a walk at the park that Scott and I used to walk to. Maybe, just maybe, I could somehow channel my feelings for him and finally let go. Maybe I could finally get over him.
I reached over to get a blue plaid short sleeved short from my pile of newly dried clothes, when I noticed something different about it. Hesitantly, I reached for it, and then gasped in shock once I had flipped it to the back.
There, in fresh new blood, was spelled out HELP ME. Frantically, I rifled through my other pile of clothes and found a pair of pants that said I'M SORRY FOR WHAT I DID, a pair of shorts that said I'M BURIED IN THE WOODS, and another shirt that said, I STILL LOVE YOU. They were all written in fresh blood, even though I had just taken them off the clothesline. I didn't understand what they meant and what they meant, but I was seriously creeped out.
I lay out on my bed and curled into fetal position, trying not to keep myself from crying. Who had done these things? Why would someone want to do this to me? What had I done to anyone to make them want to make me do this to me? Why would someone try to pose as Scott and write out messages in blood on my clothes? Who wanted me to be even more hurt than I already was? I ended up crying myself to sleep as I tried to ease my racing thoughts, and ended up having another nightmare about Scott.
I didn't know where I was, but it was just a wide open expanse of white. Just space that went on and on, and I was standing in the middle of it. I was confused, and I just wished that I could wake up so that I could cut, and then probably burn my entire wardrobe. I could never wear those clothes again. Not only because the blood had already dried and was stuck, but because I couldn't bear the pieces of clothing that someone had tried to torture me with; acting they were Scott or something. They couldn't have been trying to do anything else since they had written I STILL LOVE YOU, and I've only had one boyfriend in my entire left. And he's left, but in all other forms than physically, he keeps reappearing.
"Hello?" I whispered, my voice quiet and shaky. It echoed for a few seconds and was then followed by silence. I turned around, trying to look in every angle, but I still didn't see anyone.
"Charlieze…" I heard a voice whisper, right next to my ear. I whipped around, and almost cried on impact as my hand flew to my mouth.
"Scott?" I gasped. He was in my dreams now; my lucid dreams? I wasn't going forwards, I was backtracking if that was the case!
He looked exactly the same as the day he'd left, the same plain black T-shirt and jeans. Most of everything looked the same except for his face. There were dark circles under his eyes, and he was pale. His eyes were droopy as he tried to focus on me, but it looked like he was going to collapse in any minute.
"I need your…help…" He said, pausing to take a breath. He still wasn't fully looking at me. "I'm dead. I was murdered. By Mr. Bullocks."
"What?" I shrieked. That couldn't be true; that wasn't possible. Even if Mr. Bullocks had done such a thing, it would have been all over the news that Scott was dead. "Scott, you're not dead." I said, feeling a strange pang in my chest. Something told me that he really was, like he was actually telling the truth, but I didn't want to believe him.
"Not…much…time…," He gasped, his knees bending weakly. "He buried me in the woods. Wrote down everything in a….a black journal with gold trim on the cover. It's in his house. You need to tell the police, Charlie," Scott said breathlessly. I whimpered a little when he used my nickname; it had been so long since he had called me that, and it broke my heart to know that he was dead, and I would never hear him say it again.
I went forward to touch him, and was surprised to see that when I made physical contact with him, instead of going right through him like I had expected. He looked up to me, his beautiful green eyes, the only thing about him that looked exactly the same, and he let me fall into his arms. The arms of the guy had broken my heart, and yet I was falling into him again. Like a trap, I was being foolish. I shouldn't hug him, this wasn't right…
"Scott, no," I whispered, pushing him away. It hurt me, physically hurt me hurt to push him away, a part of my mind was screaming profanities at myself for letting him go. I dropped my eyes down to the gray floor, knowing that I would be silly putty in his hands if I looked into his. "I can't help you. I just…can't."
"But you have to!" He pleaded, grabbing onto my hands while the other lifted up my chin to look at him. "Not just for me, but for you, and everyone else who lives here. He's going to strike again, Charlieze. He's already trying to get you." He whispered. He didn't even wait for me to say anything else as he pulled me into a tight hug.
I closed my eyes a let a few tears slide out. I couldn't say no to Scott. Because he really was sorry. He didn't mean to hurt me, just like I had suspected. I could ask more questions later, right? He came to me in spirit form now, what was stopping him from another time.
We pulled away from each other and he stroked the side of my face with his hand. "I love you, Charlieze. I didn't want to leave you. But I knew that Mr. Bullocks would come after you if I didn't sacrifice myself. So I did. Please take him in, Charlieze. I know you can do it." He gave me a reassuring smile.
I nodded, not saying anything more. When I noticed that he was starting to get paler and fading away, I blurted out, "I love you!" And he smiled at me before he vanished completely and I woke up.
I awoke with cold sweat running down my neck and back, after the nightmare. I knew that the dream I'd had was real. I knew for a fact that Mr. Bullocks had killed Scott. And if I didn't turn him in, he would be coming after me. I padded out of bed, opened the window, and let the cool air wash over my face. As I peered outside, I looked at Mr. Bullocks house, which just three down from mine. I felt a determined look cross over my face as I gazed. I knew exactly what to do.
After dressing completely in black and taking a few deep breaths, I snuck out of my bedroom window and slowly crept across the other backyards to Mr. Bullocks's. I even jumped over the small fences. It gave me a little excited thrill in the pit of my stomach; I felt like Catwoman or something. Except, actually, I'm allergic to cats, so I guess more like Superwoman or something like that.
I crept around the side of Mr. Bullocks's house, and just like I had suspected, the stupid bastard had a flower between the opening of a window, like I had seen once when I was playing in the backyard with Scott, when we were little kids. Whenever I felt a deep pang of fear in my stomach, I reminded myself that this was for Scott, and his killer needed to put sent to prison.
I carefully and slowly took out the potted plant before sneaking inside, holding the window open with one hand. I lifted my leg and head through, and brought the rest of my body in. I was in his living room, which was made of the blasé colors of brown and cream. It was odd, how quaint and homely his house seemed, yet it held a killer inside. I snuck in on my tippy toes down the hallway, passing by a bathroom and noticing a closed door at the end.
With years of practice of opening doors so that I wouldn't be heard (especially so that I wouldn't face the wrath of my eyebrow-less mom after sneaking in late), I slowly turned the knob, making sure it didn't make a sound as I turned it. I then creaked open the door, and saw Mr. Bullocks lying there with his gigantic beer belly in the middle of his bed, his mouth wide open. I swallowed bile in my throat as I was even more sickened by his appearance.
What am I looking for again? I asked myself in my head, pausing at the door with fear written all across my face. Oh yes, a black journal with cold trim on the cover. Mr. Bullocks's journal, where he apparently wrote down what he did to Scott. I slowly searched the expanse of the dresser, only to find a wallet and some left over change. I was hesitant as I walked over to the end table, as I didn't want to wake him, and yet there it was; sitting right next to a lamp and still open with a black pen lying on top.
I quickly scanned the date before the most recent entry: August 23rd. Mr. Bullocks had really killed Scott. Resisting the urge not to just flat out pimp slap him, I gingerly reached down for the journal when my foot slipped on the rug, sending my chin crashing into the end table, which also caused the lamp to topple over and break, instantly awaking Mr. Bullocks. His beady eyes flashed to me, and I began to run like hell after almost pissing in my pants.
Oh shit! Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!! I screamed in my head. I began to run faster than I ever had in my entire life down the hallway, almost tripping over another rug (why did this man have so many f-ing rugs??!?) and threw the journal out of the window that I planned to escape through. I already had my first leg through the window when I felt a tug on my hair, and turned to see that it was Mr. Bullocks, looking angry as ever.
No! I shrieked in my head. I tried to jerk away from him, but his hand was still firmly gripped around my hair, and it sent me flying out the window and crashing into the wall. I hurriedly tried to scramble back to my feet, but by then, Mr. Bullocks was speed-walking at an amazing speed for his size, and punched me square in the face, subduing me. I cried out in pain, but he quickly smothered my screams by covering my mouth with his sweaty palms. He sent another punch to my jaw, and I heard a crack.
No, no!! Not this way! I pleaded in my head. Mr. Bullocks smiled at me as he could see the fear in my eyes, and wrapped his thick hands around my neck. He squeezed, starting to strangle me, and I could feel the oxygen being cut off from my lungs. I kicked, but it was useless as he pinned me down with his knees. I started to see stars, and knew that if I didn't do something soon, I was going to die.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a lilac colored vase fly up from an end table next to a dark cream colored couch, and hit Mr. Bullocks square in the head. He tumbled over, a little dazed, and I took the chance I could get. I picked up the small coffee table and smashed it over his head again and again, until he started to profusely bleed from his scalp. I didn't stop until he was completely knocked out, and stopped to catch my breath.
I felt a cold wind behind me, and I turned to see Scott, looking at me with worried eyes. He was there in his physical form, and I collapsed into his arms as he showered my face with kisses. I hung onto him for dear life, crying tears of joy and sadness. I knew that after this, I probably wouldn't see Scott anymore.
"That was you with the vase, wasn't it?" I asked as he brushed a tear away with his thumb.
He nodded back eagerly at me. "Yeah. It was," He paused a second, and to my astonishment, a few tears ran out of his eyes. "I love you, Charlieze." He said, before giving me a deep kiss that I could feel in my toes.
"I love you too, Scott." I replied, and then I could feel him vanish and slip between my fingers at the police sirens sounded off in the distance. I turned to look, and could see the blue and red lights flashing against the houses. When I turned around, Scott was gone.
"I love you." I repeated, and then slumped down on the wall, completely exhausted.
I could move on now, because I knew that Scott was resting in peace. Scott Mescudi, the boy that I will always love.
And I'm okay with that.
The End.
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"Some problems are so complex that you have to be highly intelligent and well informed just to be undecided about them." --Laurence J. Peter
I strongly suspect that the calibre of our MPs and business owners hasn't changed much over the years, other than during the time when the structure of society and democracy changed to allow a wider range of "ordinary" people to apply for the job. There was probably a serious increase in general intellectual ability when some of the Landed Oiks were weeded out during this time, but since then it's likely that the things that attracted MPs to their chosen career has not changed and is unlikely to do so in the foreseeable future.
If things are to improve, then, we are left with looking elsewhere to cause improvement; maybe to those civil service people who have the most influence over our politicians. Perhaps to the standards of professional advisers to business. Possibly to injecting a bit more of a sense of responsibility and a raising of standards in the world of reportage and media interrogation, although some of the cruel barbs of 16th century-born Hogarth indicate that things haven't changed all that much in a few hundred years.
The management of vastly increased complexity, where markets are (fairly accurately) predicting economic rises and falls six months ahead of the real world, is extremely difficult for the machinery of government and large corporations to cope with (nothing can possibly actually happen in six months where civil servants are concerned).
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Starting MSRP $36,345–$43,345
Starting MSRP $51,000–$92,400
Starting MSRP $31,000–$33,240
Kelley Blue Book Retail $19,450–$35,800
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