Well, I'd forgotten to check at the community bank for job opportunities, and - what do you know - they've an opening. Teller I/II. And guess where the only opening is? Here at Kadena AB. And guess when the opening date was? Yesterday. And the closing is 5 July. And what hours do they require of me? Part time. Hmm....hey, did I mention this sounds like a good opportunity? :P That it is, but will I get the position? I finished my application right after I got home from checking over there and hoping to turn it in by tomorrow since they close at 1500.

Oh, hours seem nice too. They open at 0900, and close at 1500 or 1700 on certain days. Sundays are definitely off but I can't remember their exact schedule. Anyway, their hours are a little different from the credit union, but hey, same opportunities. I hope I get this job. If all fails, I just might do with the deli but I'm seeing what happens with this one.

Boy. Needing prayers.

Job. I've two prospective places of occupation where I can earn actual income.

Firstly, I've already applied to the base credit union. Their hours are great: 9-3, from Tuesdays to Saturdays; Sunday and Monday are off. Perfect. It might still prove to be tight with my current schedule, but it is one of the best schedules I've come across in a job so far. Sundays are days of rest anyway, thank the Lord, and I like to honour that. Plus, the starting pay is around $8/hr. Not bad at all. I can learn a good thing or two about money and there is much room for learning, for progessing and advancing.

The only things I'm worried about with the CU are the dress code and tight responsibility. The former will need some work. I don't have very many decent pieces of clothing in my closet so I'm rather lacking there. I'd need a good wardrobe make-over or go on a good shopping spree to find suitable item to implement into what I already own. The responsibility refers to the handling of money. It's one thing to be a mere cashier at a grocer or something; quite another thing to handle people's own accounts and exercising perfection with withdrawing or depositing exact amounts every, single day. I'm sure I can handle that, as long as I'm very careful, but just the fear of accidentally making a mistake is just a tad bit scary. That's all the worry for the credit union. Oh, and one more thing: they haven't called me yet for an interview yet. They were fully manned earlier, and I don't know if they still are. Will check tomorrow, Tuesday.

Secondly, I've visited the commissary deli and come to find that they are in dire need of hands. Starting pay is around $6/hr, and the schedule is always uncertain. When it is posted and where and how has not been made entirely known to me yet. But when I went there to merely ask about job openings, the supervisor, I assume, said that she'd hire me as soon as I turn in my application. How soon will she call me is undetermined, but I bet it'll be much sooner than the credit union.

Now, working at the deli isn't so bad. It doesn't require too much thinking; the job's quite easy to handle. I don't know how busy they get though. The work attire can be anything you would wear that you wouldn't mind possibly getting a bit dirty in; which would mean, jeans, sneakers, and a decent polo shirt. The pay is only a dollar more than the US minimum wage, and like I said, the schedule is really undefined. I'm trying to save up as much money as I can right now and I'd take the better opportunity if I can, but I'm stuck at a fork in the road.

I even checked into bagging at the commissary. I didn't have too much of a nice time with the head bagger. She didn't make herself clear to me, mentioning that I wouldn't do since I'm around the age that people go off to college. Sure, that's true, but she didn't ask me if I was going to college so soon. Then, there is a big list of people who want to bag. At the moment, she's got a fully manned roster, but she's been eyeing my brother more, as if to give him some leeway and just putting him in there, even though I was on the list first. It might be only fair that he's been bothering her more than I. Also, even if I were to go to college and I had told her that I wouldn't go until next year, she'd have more than enough people to take my place. Perhaps she's just giving my brother a chance...but I still feel some unfairness there. I need a chance to earn a bit more cash too. Bagging at the commissary is very flexible; you come and go when you please. Period. It's a nice second-job to have on the side. Oh well, the other two jobs pay more, but still...[/rant]

So there you have it. Two (formerly, three) jobs in mind that I have a chance of getting. Hopefully, I'll get some sort of confirmation for some decision about the position at the credit union. I'd shoot for that first before the deli job, not so much for the prestige (I already know that I can't be too picky with whatever jobs are out there and available), but for the benefits of what I can get out of it. Lately, my motto seems to have been "take what comes." Hours are the most important to me though because of the fact that I have more than two activities, plus school, enough to keep me busy and more.

So, in conclusion, here is a brief comparison:

Credit Union Starting pay: $8/hr Days: Tuesdays-Saturday Hours: 0900-1500 Pros: -gain valuable monetary knowledge, -learn a few good skills relevent to many good-paying jobs, -good to start out with and advance in, making a nice note on a resume -the hours are great for my schedule Cons: -needs a very decent wardrobe which I lack, unfortunately, -tight responsibility with handling large sums of money (as much fun as that sounds, it's not :P), -they haven't called me in for hiring yet, and I don't know if they will any time soon

Deli Starting pay: $6/hr Days: Undetermined Hours: TBA Pros: -my wardrobe doesn't need a make-over for it (I exaggerate, okay, but truth rings thorugh nevertheless), -not much thinking involved, work is relatively easy to handle -hiring me is an almost definite thing after I submit my application Cons: -not much skill or knowledge will be gained except for a bit more job experience with foodstuff -hours are terrible

Truth.

The Poor is indeed the richest of all.

(To be Titled)

Understood
By the breeze
Want for more
Be at ease
Have a doubt
Touch despair
Will your peers
Even care?
Darkness sounds
What cliche
Give me light
Anyday
Shade is fine
More or less
Sticker goes
To best dressed
Drink it in
Spit it out
Swish it 'round
Have no doubt
It is good
Taste is sweet
I had none
Share some, please?

To a leader, undefined.

Repetition,
Not a mission
For some closure
To the brochure
Selling trinkets
For a million
Gonna buy it?
Rut you'll be in

Safe is way
Within my league
If defined
Is my critique

Smile now
Lie beneath
Bees, in essence
Sink their teeth
Into meaty
Flesh of yours
But I notice
You do know

Thus, sad for you
And not for me.
You are lost
Whilst I am free.

Unpoetic Poet

Can I ever touch upon it?
Perhaps.
Will I ever taste more than a wafer?
Maybe.

I shall never sate it.
Famished soul
Gripping hope
Ever so gently
To make my thoughts come naturally
comprehensibly
For more than me

"Heh. Artistic when I'm free. Poetic when I'm blowing up inside of me."

It's kind of crazy, I know. I have a life, but I'm trying to comprehend it. Cap'n Obvious and the Galactic Force of NoDuh, right here.

I feel so unprivileged. I really do. Keyword: feel. I was about to allow a hint of hope that I could slightly consider myself a sliver of an eighth of a poet, but I cannot, sadly. Heck, I'm far from it. This is not from the lack of pride, by the way. Mere fact. I cannot compose an ounce of decent...stuff. Man, and I'm calling poetry "stuff" now, eh?

Well, because I said that, I shall punish myself with self-imposed, penitential poetry? Zip it.

Sitting in a small, dim place they call the "Shack." With a cuppa. Hearing the old band play. I've chosen a small corner where the light barely fingers the table. Luckily there is one left because all the other corners are taken. It's a personal preference, not because I like the dark nor do I dislike it, but because I've been exposed to too much light from constantly pooring out my prwoetics (prosaic/poetic+woes) to a electronic entity capable of word processing. My eyes need a rest. And the man fingering the guitar hums a tune without words. I like his song. It's not quite bad.

I brought a book, but it wouldn't do me any good right now. Usually I like reading but I’m not in the mood, so my ears are the only things that’ll take in wisps of mental food for thought. I need it. I need to write too, but I forgot some parchment and a pen. Wait, there’s a pad of notepaper in my satchel. Rummaging around has earned me a small pencil lacking an eraser.

“I need my laptop, darnit.” Thoughts overflow. Oh, here they come…

Listlessly I draw. Doodle is more like it. Slowly, the raging river of words flow into a calmer inlet. A stream of thought flows gently from my brain, through my neural passages and into the lumpy digits I call fingers. Lines form letters and letters form words, which in turn form sentences and a trail of scribble. Need to correct that grammar there; it won’t do me any good to get used to trying to defy the laws of grammar [heh, my prose is hypocritical; it’s going rebel on me right now]. Changing it to cursive now, and back to something unlike a sloppy, thin, wet noodle.

The guitar is slowly fading away now. Gee, it's closing time. I like that song. "You don't have to go home but you can't stay here." If I had my own set of strings I'd play it right now only to yearn for a good pair of lungs to accompany me. Whatever, I'm getting tired.

It's been over an hour already. Getting up, I courteously brush off bits of invisible dust from my table, ironically thinking that I'd help the keeper tidy up a bit with my lack of tipping. Looking down, I notice my paper is dirty. Further observation allows me to deduct that my fingers also have been branded with the guilt of listlessly drawing and writing with a soft-lead pencil on a small sheet of notepaper.

Place of Birth: Guam

Being stuck on one part of an island is obviously not a very smart thing. Not that my intellect had any part in keeping me in the northern part of Guam, but it sure doesn't help you appreciate the rest of it if you are stuck up there. North Guam has much of the population, and it's so built up that the natural face of the island is pretty much covered by pavement and muck. South Guam is pretty, less industrial, and thus less crowded. Here are a few images of a particularly nice spot. Unfortunately, I mostly had possession over the video camera, so I couldn't take very many pictures with the digi cam of any other scenery and no one else was available and able enough to manage my photography.



If only the rest of 'home' would look like this.

Bleh

The past few post have been rather pathetic. Spammy. Utterly random with not a drop of wit to spare (for some randomness is healthy, y'know). I need to re-evaluate my life and not be so distracted. Yeah, right, easy to say, Rems. What are you doing about it?

I'm needing to make a list. Another one of my usual lists that end up being part of another list which is another list- you get the idea.

School. Hah, I'm not going to write another paragraph about that subject. Next...

Activities. Tae kwon do. I'm glad I'm taking it. I plan to continue that for the next few years, though if TAC is in my scope of vision within the next 12 months, then I might not be able to attend classes and I certainly don't think I will since our instructor is moving when his daughter graduates next year. Oh well, I hope I manage a black belt before then, and of course earn it well enough to truly be considered ah honourable black belt.

CAP. Another touchy topic for me. I'm getting quite discouraged with it. The only reason why I'm sticking with it while I can is because it'll be something to list down on my resume and I can get out of the house now and then, exercising my managerial skills with other people besides my siblings.

Job. I need to get back into the shop. I've learnt quite a bit from being there, but as it is, I need the hours to spend on an actual, income-earning job. Speaking of which, I still haven't heard from the credit union but I'm hoping I will by August or so. Also, the commissary is looking at my brother (and I hope with their peripheral vision, they'll notice me) for a position as a bagger. The hours are flexible, the pay is not too much, but you can come and go as you please and I can earn a little pocket money. I hope I can get a position. I need a little cash.

College. TAC. Ah, yes, that school again. I'm getting in touch with a recent grad, and having known some people who are currently, things seem like they're looking up as far as me going there. I must admit though, that sounds very optimistic. Maybe too optimistic because I've been learning that when you're very optimistic for something, it has a good chance of not happening. Don't ask, it's just what I've been seeing in my life lately. Anyway, TAC, yeah. If it doesn't work out, I pray I can spring back up and find another good alternative. Now I just need to do well on the application essays, which I hope will pass through admissions with a good mark. Oh, that and tuition assistance... :x Oh, I hope th at withgrace I can manage through that whopping tuition.

Random: the house is a mess. A mess. I'm being superficially obsessed with cleanliness (look at my handwriting; oh whatever, that's not the point). Michael's toys are everywhere, the dishes are piling up after I do them, and I haven't been able to concentrate on my history! Geez. I don't mind a helping hand right now. I could get my brother to help, but he's napping. As usual. I feel like I'm doing everything, but that's only a feeling. I'm getting pangs of laziness from it, as weird as that sounds. Getting too tense here that I'm wanting to just slip away from all the work and just escape, maybe snatch a wink or two of a decent dream. Whatever. That's all out so I'm very, on a miniscule level, slightly relieved to say the least.

On to more history. Gosh, if one more thing in life comes up (moving, family issues, major storm, etc etc etc), I feel like I would scream my internal organs out and virtually slip away into a coma, never to awaken...nah. My mind plays around with the "escaping" idea a little to much for its own good. What was that? Oh yeah, history...

Forgive me. It's another one of these things...

You have a Purple Lightsaber.

Purple is associated with wisdom, dignity,
independence, creativity, mystery, and magic.
Purple denotes high spirituality and religious
aspiration. Purple also represents Peacefulness
and Purification. It also has a sense of
intuitive understanding and a feeling of
intimacy with the world.


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Purple. Heh, go figure. (for those of you who do know me, you'd get what I mean)

Hm

Back home again. Our trip to Guam seemed uneventful, but the only visible change in me would be a tan. Other than that, I've seen the family and I'm just glad to whisper "home sweet home."

At the moment, the pc's tv is on and I'm catching a glimpse of some Charlie's Angels.

Okay, one day, I'm gonna kick like that :P

Unfortunately, my internal clock is rather messed up. I'm wide awake at 11pm after taking a 3-4 hour nap. The plane ride back didn't exactly allow me to catch up on the rest because the stomach seemed to disagree with whatever was the last thing I ate.

Anyway, running out of thoughts here. I must buckle down to school again. Hopefully nothing else will come up that will add to the distraction I keep getting lately.

Pax.

Done

...I hope.

Finally got the ACT and SAT out of the way so I can finally focus on catching up with my usual studies. Geez, this Latin is killing me now, but as they say, no pain, no gain. I'll probably get to work on those TAC application essays on the plane (if I can bear the distraction >_>). In any case, *sigh* wish me luck. TAC here I tentatively come... :P

Our TKD school held a pool party today as well. Despite the rain, they were still out there. Me being me, I didn't swim, but it was quite fun hanging out with a couple of pals, fellow weirdoes. It was pouring quite hard, which tempted me to soak myself and relish in a second shower, but I was wearing jeans; quite the bummer, though I still got wet anyway driving home. Still, I managed to enjoy myself despite the fact that I might just stand around...um, which I did, but I still had fun :P Go figure.

So far, our flight to Guam seems stable. The C-5 that we're taking is still planning on leaving at 0855 on Monday, so hopefully they won't have another delay and we can go to Guam. I'd rather get back by next Saturday, but we'll see how things go.

ACT: Always Cut your Toe nails o.O

Well, I'm taking the ACT tomorrow, just like every other American high schooler out there...only this is on the other side of the International Dateline, so technically, a few of us are taking it earlier than those in the States :P

In any case, pray for me that I turn out with a good score, decent enough to be accepted by TAC.

Pax.

Look.

http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=nonconformistanonymous

you are lightcyan #E0FFFF

Your dominant hues are green and blue. You're smart and you know it, and want to use your power to help people and relate to others. Even though you tend to battle with yourself, you solve other people's conflicts well. Your saturation level is very low - you have better things to do than jump headfirst into every little project. You make sure your actions are going to really accomplish something before you start because you hate wasting energy making everyone else think you're working. Your outlook on life is very bright. You are sunny and optimistic about life and others find it very encouraging, but remember to tone it down if you sense irritation.

the spacefem.com html color quiz

Description.

Playing around with my space on My Space (not to be confused with MySpace) on MSN, I thought to edit my profile. I'm rather bored (not a very good thing at this time of uh, night) but nonetheless, I manage to raise an eyebrow at myself for what I had typed in for the "short description" of myself. Man, if I could speak like this without needing to think so much of what I'd say...

"Different. If you can't seem to express the inexpressible, you're better off leaving it at that. I'm a person whose interests are not like the majority of the lot. I'm a person who will seem to fit in with a particular stereotype, but manages to defy the failing assumption of most. Behind a quiet persona lies a raging entity. "Raging entity of what?" you might ask. In response, you'll find that like a Rubix cube, you'll have to turn the idea on all sides before your brain matter stumbles upon the correct combination to the puzzle that is me. It sounds redundant, what I seem to convey, but you'll have to delve deeper than that until you hit my rock bottom."

Mhm, really bored there.

*sigh*

Nothing's new with change, hence, *points* different blog style (if you knew how many times I've switched - or thought of switching - my blog template, you'd get my drift). I'd like the colour scheme to be like that of my former template, but maintain the well-spaced posted areas. I hate how you cannot seem to separate posts from posts because of how closely they've been formatted to appear. Ah well, this "leafy" one will have to do. I can almost taste green tea just by looking at it. Yes, Remey is random again.

Magnify

Beyond those eyes

That the pupil defies

It tingles a thought

Imaginatively wrought

From iron to gold

Liars fortold

And intuitively sealed the pot

Aye, random m'mind

Seeking riches behind

The later hour o'clock

My time stored in stock

When typing whilst enlarging the brain and stuff

It was horrid. It was gross. It was gruesome. It was just ew.

This evening, our house was attacked by termites.

Well, actually, the whole base was, yeesh. Every, single lightpost had these disgusting little evils with wings falling off them everywhere. If you were quiet for a second, you could hear them. It was like walking through a cloud of bugs. Hm, well, er, you were. o.O They were literally all over the place. At the BX. At the community center. In people's hair. If you were quite the jabber mouth, you could even- uh, nevermind.

Then we got home a few hours ago, only to find that our 'new' doorway was swarming with these icky, winged things all over. The ground was covered with them. Dad had to hose down the door just to let us in. It was crazy. And I'd just finished eating dinner. Lovely to come home to a welcoming committee. *roll*

Heh. Check it.

Your Linguistic Profile:

60% General American English

25% Yankee

10% Dixie

5% Upper Midwestern

0% Midwestern

What Kind of American English Do You Speak?

Thoughts.Bursting.Gah.

Straight to the point...

I hate it when people think you like someone because of the frequency in which you hang around them or talk to them. I know such thinking is rather pathetic at most times and to be bothered by it could be as silly, but it seriously is annoying when you get that nearly.every.single.time. Please, peoples...

I quite like hanging around good, decent people. So what if we are the opposite gender and get along great? That doesn't constitute as us always being romantically compatible. Why can't most people not immediately think of a girl/boyfriend relationship between two people who are pleasant towards each other? I'm perfectly fine with hanging out with guys as just friends. Yeesh.

I sometimes fear that if the other person who gets a gist of the teasing which I receive, they might treat me a bit differently because they wouldn't want to share in being a source of banter. I wouldn't blame them, but that's not quite fair to me. Sometimes, even I act differently around them in order to somewhat dispel the joking and prodding and finger-pointing and “ooh-la-la-ing.” *dramatically rolls eyes at this* People tend to do the primary school thing of “who-likes-who” with the silliest reasons.

Oh, yes, and I really hate it when guys think you like them and they feel or act like you’re the Plague because you happen to be within a 3 feet radius from them on a slightly frequent basis. Okay, that’s exaggerating a bit, but that’s the feeling I get sometimes. Why do they treat other girls with more respect than others, especially if they haven’t done anything to them? Why can’t they be themselves around us and just... stop.

So, today at work, it was just like that. You have adult children who should be doing work but decide to pick on the “younglings” and you have young adults who do work but deal with such immaturity.

Eh, I’m probably ranting off a bit too much, but I needed it now and then so I won’t apologise for it. People can be such ughs and for the silent martyrs out there, it can really get to you on at the wrong times. :P "Ughs." Tsk, I need a break. *roll*