Scared the crap out of me!

Have you ever been so scared that you tried to run from something and even though your legs and feet were going a hundred miles an hour, you went no where? It’s like the old cartoon, where they were running so fast and not moving, that smoke started lifting from their feet. Well some us have seen it… not mentioning any names (brother), but it was the funniest thing I had ever seen. We were in my basement with a drop ceiling, where we suspected a mouse or rat had gotten in. We never had one before, so this was a new experience. So, I decided to put poison above the ceiling tile where we thought it was living. Now, not mentioning any names (brother) we ventured down the stairs, as I slowly lifted the ceiling, I saw a piece of ceiling insulation falling out. Being the teaser that I am, as it fell to where my brother (oops) could see it, I yelled loudly, THERE IT GOES! Catching a glance of something leaping from the tile, the man (my brother) started running like an Olympic sprinter, the only difference was, he ran in place practically burning a hole in the carpet. What he envisioned was this giant, man-eating, rat, pictured above, diving for his juggler. This was horribly mean of me, but I’m telling you, if you were there, you to would have laughed your head off. Oh, by the way we were both over the age of 35, not kids.

O.k. now that I’m going to catch hell from (my brother), I’ll tell one on myself. We were TPing (throwing Toilet Paper into the trees) at a friend’s house for Halloween. Iwas about 14 years old, 130 lbs, and apparently not very smart. I was with several older kids, some boys and girls. Anyway, in the process of TPing the dad of the person getting TPed comes busting out of the front door with a shotgun… acting like he was out to kill someone. He pointed the gun in the air and shucked a shell (we thought) into the chamber. Anyone who has hunted, knows the sound of a pump shotgun being loaded, and knows what a shotgun can do to you. Needless to say, I became an Olympic runner just like my older brother, only I was moving, when running. First of all, you can’t out run a shotgun, second of all, it was dark, Third and most important, when running in the dark at full speed, you have to watch for CLOTHES LINES! You guess it, at full speed, I ran my head and neck right into a clothes line and went instantly from an Olympic runner, to an Olympic gymnast, doing a triple flip, in pike position, right onto the ground (scoring all 10’s). All I could hear in the background was the shotgun bearing crazy man, laughing his head off, knowing he scared the CRAP out of me. Now, for the good news, after picking myself up in shame, still running, I leaped into the back of a pickup truck. No, that’s not the good news, the good news was, that a very attractive high school girl was leaping in after me and landing on top of me, Oh, did I mention that she was a high schooler, and I was in junior high.

There’s a couple of examples, now give me your moments, that you were scared the crap out of.

moments

Cliched or not, this is still one of my all time favourite rainy day songs.

And I love her hair.

I want to be outrageously blonde before I graduate into the profession of black and whites. But they all say, blonde isn”t your colour. Which reminds me of my “I like my hair short” and their “it looks better long”, of my “I want fringe” and my hairdresser’s ”it really doesn’t fit you”. I always win.

And look horrible. But heck, I like!

Yidio

So everyone knows about hulu these days and maybe even fancast (after their recent advertising push)- these are great sites, very useful if you’re interested in one of the few shows that they offer and if you only want to see one of the most recent episode, but when I’m trying to watch the entirety of Lost, or the Wire, or new episodes of Top Model, that’s when I turn to Yidio. This website lists hundreds of shows and movies, you can choose the season and then the episode (it usually offers brief episode summaries that are useful in finding where you left off in a series, or which episodes you’ve already watched), and when you select the episode you would like it gives you many options of places to watch it. Anyone you has dealt with annoying adds that you have to click out of (i’m looking at you abc.com) or  megavideo and its annoying 72 minute viewing limit, or a random video site where there is a 4 second lag between the audio and the video- anyone who has dealt with any/ all of those things will be able to appreciate how nice it is to have options like that. Now, it’s not like they’ve got every episode of every show, they don’t even have links for some of the episodes listed, but all the same, it has come in handy for me on many occasions.

Reject.

Here I am, still at the same place since two years back. Is it true that we are losing out on our youth cos we’re too conservative? Conserve your number of days left as an adolescent and maximise your days to fulfill what you’re suppose to do when you’re young. You ain’t Hov, you’re not forever Young. Neither you’re Young when you’re start serving NS. I know I’m serving mine, I’m on Nerdification Service. Something like camp, but im on that 9-6 week. Exhausted when you book out for the day and times 5 of it.

I’ve compressed too much time till time can’t be zipped again. I’ve deleted so much data that to allow more files to be stored. My memory ain’t expandable. Neither is yours, or his, or hers. What you expand is the time you remember a certain thing. You tend to do that cos you feel you need to do so, cos it made a great impact at one point in your life. I cannot deny it happened to me many times, but come to think of it, it was all redundant…

Why, you ask?

Cos neither of em are memories of rejection.

Time to start to get rejected.

Goodnight.

Time Of Your Life.

As you can tell from my mundane ramblings, there is nothing spectacular about being Jennyspeaks. I’ve not had any unwanted pregnancies, wardrobe malfunctions, nipple piercings or anything that is remotely “cool” in the dictionary of Teenage-dom. And in teenage terms I’m probably best defined as “uncool”.

But maybe next year on the 14th of January, I might be an ounce less uncool than I was before. Just maybe.

That’s because the rock band that I’ve been obsessing over ever since I started producing oestrogen is finally coming to Singapore. And locked up in my drawer lies the golden (free standing) ticket to their concert. Which had me digging into my retirement account.

Green Day Live in Singapore.

14th January 2010.

Singapore Indoor Stadium.

*falls to the ground in reverence*

Kotobukiya Shana's? Along With Other Nonsensical Updates :D

So anyone know if HLJ will also be getting stock of the limited version of the Kotobukiya Bikini Shana release?   They only listed the normal release instead and most other distributors have both re-listed. I hope so, my Taiga could use a friend when she comes :3 I gave in to temptation in the form of Taiga when Tokyo Hunter had her listed last Sunday, I was honestly not expecting to find her, let alone for the price I would have to pay to get her off auction sites [Around USD$80-100] with free EMS shipping. So she should be here soon I hope <3 I’m really looking forward to her. Though I am sorry that she sold out as soon as she did, when I got home the next afternoon the auction was already gone; but I suppose Taiga does sell with her Tsun tsun goodness and all. XDXDXD

 

I’ve also gotten into Pullips recently, It’s a sick sick hobby but they’re so darling <3 I love them so much

 

Also my fight with Anime Wild finally finished!! All it took was threatening legal action due to their fraudulent nature, I gave them until Wed. to refund me and they refunded me the majority of it, they also sent out the nendoroid but I’m still $9.75 poorer XD But better than what they had ripped me off on.

 

Also, HLJ was being odd earlier, last week a figure that I had wanted for the longest time (Megahouse’s Miki Hoshii) finally came back in stock, so I requested them to ship her, the shipping was around 900 yen, not bad. But I saw that Megami and Nyan Type were in, so I canceled the original order and re-requested shipping, the shipping was 3,000 yen! Mind you, these magazines should have been able to be squished in the box but nope. So after a day of thinking on it (And nitpicking all the faults on the figure to make myself feel less bad) I decided to just give up and not get the figure or the magazines at all XD Which was a good move on my part since a few days later Taiga got listed and all that jazz.

 

Hmm… Well… I do believe I’ve reached the end of my ramblings. Other than that I finally edited something again! My computer was having major issues and I kept feeling less than pleasant with stress, mostly mentally, due to family. So a beta battle I had entered was having its first round end in a few days, so I pulled this together in a few hours Mind you, it’s supposed to be a mockery of effect spam AMVs. And Pink. Very pink.

 

 

Though I’ve got a MEP part for a Halloween MEP due in 2 days and a bunch of other things to do… but unfortunately I’ve become sick D: Which is rather inconvenient.

What Would You Say?

Help me out. 

If you, somehow, happened to be at the same bowling alley as the Minnesota Law Review this past Friday and, somehow, took my beloved jacket with you, what would you say upon calling and returning it?

Would it be, “I’m so sorry.”

Or, “We have the same coat!  My mistake.”

How about, “I don’t want to make you drive 45 minutes to pick this up — may have your address and mail it to you?”

All of those would be fantastic apologies.

But this one (after requesting I meet you at a gas station by your house before you head off to some college in Wisconsin)….

“It was so weird… I was really drunk and don’t know why I took it.  Here you go.” 

…would not be my choice.

At least I have it back.

Start of an End..

I don’t know whether to laugh or cry.

I don’t feel anything .

numb.

Numb, that’s how I feel, right.

Is this a good start for the week? Or shall we say my life? Good start for my life?

Yes, It can be thought that way.

This is something I have been expecting for a long time.

The call.

Saying he wants to figure things out.

Between us.

Sign the papers.

End the contract. Between us.

The one which was only  limited to a piece of paper.

Or is it how I saw all this?

Was it different for him?

Series of memories running through my mind.

He tried. I tried too. Even he doesn’t believe. Or some people might think.

We can’t go on trying , when its so obvious the trying is  not helping.

My path is different.

His path is another.

They don’t cross.

Not anywhere. . Anywhere at all.

Time has come to go on our own ways.

To say good bye.

This time legally, according to the law.  Say good bye.

We should sign the papers soon.

For sure.

 

The Standard

Here is an article I wrote for the Marital Bliss eMagazine that my wife is Editor of. Check out www.maritalblissonline.com for more info and to subscribe:

I Corinthians 11:7- “For a man indeed ought not to cover his head, since he
is the image and glory of God; but woman is the glory of man.”(NKJV) Men, this is a note, not from the heart and mind of Kellus Hill, but from the heart and mind of The Lord Himself. When we look at the scripture above, it is in the midst of a discussion that Paul is having with the church of Corinth about certain traditions that he requests be held to honor Yahweh. Obviously, these cultural stances are not as prevalent in certain modern circles but the deeper spiritual meaning behind it is of eternal significance. To put it bluntly, how your wife is seen by the “outside world” is a direct reflection of you and your love for her. Now let me offer a disclaimer/ note of clarification. This DOES NOT mean that if you fit your wife with designer clothes, a luxurious car, and various jewels that you are proving to be a good husband, not in an authentic way at least. The authenticity of a Christian isn’t/ shouldn’t be based on their collection of temporal possessions but rather the love that reflects from The Father. He offers wisdom, understanding, the fruit of The Spirit, and other eternal things that reflect His nature. In a similar way a husband should offer these acquired attributes to his wife so that she can reflect them in a manner of authentic glory. As a man seeks to follow the Father, and absorb his attributes, He should then turn around and emit those attributes to his wife so that she may give off that glory at all times. Men, consider for a moment how your wife is perceived by not only others but also you yourself. If there are thoughts of embarrassment, disappointment, or frustration that run too freely in your mind… look in the mirror. What are YOU saying to your wife to ensure she speaks/ thinks highly of herself? If the Father created man to allow for Christ to have a bride, whom He speaks highly of, why would we allow ourselves to do anything but speak words of encouragement to our spouse? What are YOU doing to ensure that others speak highly of your wife to you or others? The answers are in the Word and how the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit orchestrate the flourishing of the Christ’s Bride. We as husbands need to become doers of the Word, intercessors with/ for our wives, and protectors of the borders of our home. The smile brought about by the reflection of a diamond can fade, but the smile brought about by the reflection of His love is permanent.

Cheap (and possibly free) classical music in London

This is quite like cheap opera, except the initial prices aren’t so frightening and there’s no West End ticket booth that I know of.  The Evening Standard site may have classical music deals (presently 2-for-1 at the LPO, who certainly tend to have more interesting programming than the other London orchestras).  As with opera, it’s always worthwhile signing up for everyone’s free email lists, which will produce bargains from time to time (the last one I recall was a series of £10 concerts at the Wigmore Hall–and Alina Ibragimova was already sold out of course).

Then there’s the stuff that is meant to be inherently cheap or free, as opposed to being so by accident.  The Conway Hall Sunday Concerts are good value at £7 (£3 for under-eighteens), while the South Bank Sinfonia do some free rush-hour concerts in Waterloo. The Time Out website has a flag for free concerts, and there’s also a lot of free stuff goes on in churches, and also the LSE for instance.

Other possibilities may depend on where you live.  In South East London for example, as well as the South Bank Sinfonia there are various events at Trinity College of Music or the Centre for Russian Music , not to mention St Paul’s Sinfonia.

TGIF

It’s finally friday! (although it doesnt really feel like one) And there’s so much work to do for both chinese and PW. I keep thinking there’s still school tomorrow! But anyhow, I’m still glad it’s a friday. This week has been so long. Somehow, for the first time in a long time, I feel like I really need the weekends off to rest. (and just take a break from everything)

I wish it would rain now…
So, our promos results were released today. I guess I did okay, thankfully. Not great, but I’m happy with it. I hope everything turns out fine for everyone too; &I’m sure it will (:

Okay now that the big burden is sort of taken off my shoulders, the bigger task at hand is PW and chinese A’s. There’s OP prelims next week and then the actual one the week after!! Scary! And chinese As are coming up too – 2 Nov (sher’s bday hahaha) I’m supposed to be doing my OP slides now but I got distracted :/ I SHALL START IN 10 MINS OR SO (:

One of My Favourite Places in the (Virtual) World

I love this little shop on Etsy:

It’s where I got my Steampunk Book of Spells pendant (which I spend much time answering questions about – the main question being “From whence did that come?”) … the site is filled with pretties and unique thingies … steampunkish, fairytaley whatsits …

Shiny goodness lives here http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5393842

wordpress is free, but stupid.

after trying to figure out how to show who is writing which post on our blog, we realized that it just wouldn’t work. not on this template anyway unless we pay money to be able to alter the css, which we won’t. (read: wordpress is stupid. and we don’t want to give them our money, haha.)

hmm, i suppose our site is free though, so we really shouldn’t complain…

so how to get around this then little quirk? well we’ve added the categories, “written by justin/sharon/us”, so if you’re interested in who is writing what (or who isn’t writing, *ahem* justin) then just take a look at the bottom of each post and it should be listed down there.

well…that is, if we remember to check off the category box.

Tall Poppy

I meant to write about this earlier but forgot about it in the days that followed. Earlier today, I saw the subject at the office lobby and my mind went straight to the occassion and I immediately broke into a fit of poorly-stifled laughter.

I attended a lunchtime open house hosted by one of our institutional investors last week, at D3w4n P3rd4n4 Feld4. The investor is a Bumi institution, and the staff are quite conservative. A casual conversation with one of their bosses at one time turned into a mini-lecture about zakat.

So anyway. I went with my lady-boss and her secretary and very nearly went to the wrong hall instead. We were one of the first to arrive, and waited around to see if any other colleagues from other departments were coming.

“M is supposed to come, he called me earlier. But I can’t see him anywhere,” commented my boss. As we had a meeting to attend right after lunch, we decided not to wait around for M and attacked the buffet feast (ada kambing golek y’all).

Just as we were leaving, we bumped into M at the entrance/exit.

“Are you guys leaving already? I went to the wrong hall!”

So it turned out that M accidentally went to D3w4n M3rak K4y4ng4n instead. He said the people at the entrance welcomed him into the hall, so he went in, took a seat, ate to his heart’s content and made small talk with the others at his table. And then only he discovered that he was feasting with a group of BAKAL HAJI instead.

Which wouldn’t have been a big deal, ordinarily, but M is not an ordinary guy.

By local investment banker’s standard, he’s a pretty fabulously-flamboyant guy and even in his most conservative garb, his manner of speech would give it away. As a clue as to how fabulously-flamboyant he is, he was part of the posse of an even-more-fabulously-flamboyant former artiste manager (VK), and was an almost-constant fixture in VK’s now-defunct blog.

So to imagine him sitting amongst bakal-bakal haji, with him being the way he is was just a hoot to us that my lady-boss couldn’t stop laughing on the way back to the office.

Thankfully M did not have his man-purse with him that day. That’s an even more amusing sight to behold, I promise you!

Reason #1285 why I love my husband

A) I hate when people say “bless you” when I sneeze. Because then I have to say “thanks”. But why should I say thanks? They didn’t really bless me. And even if they had the power to do that, why does sneezing warrant any attention from on high (other than the fact that people used to believe your heart stopped when you sneezed)? We don’t say “bless you” when someone burps, or yawns or performs some other involuntary bodily action. Can’t we just let my forceful expulsion of germy mucus mist go without comment? Or at the very least not force the event to result in me saying “thank you”? Imagine if everytime I farted, I turned to the person next to me and said “thanks”.

When Dan and I first started dating, I told him if he was going to insist on saying “bless you” when I sneezed, I would say something equally useless when he did. After months of me saying random words and nonsense phrases after his achoos (”schandenfreud!” “glocken pepper!”), he finally just stopped acknowledging my sneezes.

B) Today Dan watched Pirates of the Caribbean while I wrote. When a character said “Huzzah!” I looked up and asked Dan why we never say huzzah. Our marriage needs more “huzzah” I said.

C) Hours later, I sneeze. Dan (from the other room): Huzzah!

?uestlove Talks Jay-Z

?uestlove on The Roots signing to Def Jam with Jay-Z’s help…

“The Fade To Black taping was a two-week period. We did two dummy shows with Jay-Z up in Boston before we did the MSG show, practicing. Me and Jay were choppin’ it up, and I kinda told him that it was frustrating being on Interscope, because we’re used to the label being in proximity of Philadelphia. He says, “Okay, I’ll see what I can do about the situation.” I say, “What do you mean?” He’s like, “Can I trust you? I’m about to make a move”. I say, “How long is this gonna be?” He said, “It’s gonna take a second.” Then it just became a back and forth. We had one more album left on our Interscope contract, and we had an option to extend it for an additional four album. This was November 2003. Jay-Z basically said, “Hold off on that. I’m going to get your convinence back.” I guess he was saying he was about to takeover the label.”

Plötsligt i Hörja

Jag sitter med Doris i knäet och tittar på Körslaget när Doris plötsligt far upp. Hon blir helt stirrig och jag undrar ju såklart vad det är med henne. Hör något flaxande ljud borta vid det öppna fönstret så jag tittar ju så klart dit. Då hade kommit in en liten fågel genom det öppna fönstret och kan inte ta sig ut. Så jag får stänga in Doris i barnens sovrum, så hon inte ska jaga den stackaren och stressa upp den ännu mer. Sedan ska jag försöka få ut den. Det räcker med att jag rullar upp rullgardinen en aning för att den ska hitta vägen ut. Så det slutade ganska odramatiskt. Nu är fönstret stängt och Doris utsläppt igen (fast hon stannade under madrassen i Noahs säng).

Off the top of my head

• I’m craving raisin cream from Barcook Bakery
• School till 6 today ((
• Dinner tonight with the sis, Ming and didi ))
• Bangkok in dec (crossing my fingers for this)
• Two submissions next tuesday (GASP!)
• 5 weeks till final examinations (double GASP!!)
• Have the car till thursday, so no more 184/75/151 to school, squeezing with tonnes of people :D

• I want a twin sister tooooo!!

Suomi

Finland is a  Nordic Country, with a population of about 5.3 million and a surface of  about 338.400 km square. As a quick comparison Moldova has got about 4 million people and a surface of 37.700 km square, and this difference in density of population is being very well seen.  The Capital Area (Helsinki, Espoo, Vantaa) is very spacious, even in the most crowded places. One who knows, would say for sure that it is not the case for Chisinau.

Finland is very clean and tidy. Amazingly  and unbelievably clean in the eyes of somebody who is acquainted to Moldova or Romania.

Finland is very green (of course in spring and summer time), almost 68% of it’s surface is covered by forests. That’s why in the suburbs area of Helsinki (but not only) one can see these districts with houses surrounded by trees.

All taxis in Helsinki are expensive cars like some really new Mercedes or BMW cars. The price is very expensive accordingly .

There are a lot  of bikes in Helsinki. People use them a lot there.

Helsinki parks don’t quite have benches. People usually stay in the parks in the summer and use blankets for sunbathing, otherwise it is quite cold and they prefer to quickly walk through it.

Butter is being sold in Finland as packs of 500 g.

One can hear Finnish, Swedish, English and Russian on the streets of Helsinki.

Finland is a great country.

Japanese Tea

  Nishio Jap Green Tea About 2 months ago Jen and I were strolling through midvalley. We were stopped by this nice young lady selling japanese tea at one of the stalls near the money changers. She beckoned us to sample some tea and we oblidged. It was awesome! Definitely high grade tea. It supposedly had some weight loss properties as well. (Well, we don’t need to be convinced anymore do we?) A packet of 20 teabags cost about RM20. Not too bad. There are a couple of grades. Go check it out if you’re ever there.

 

Megan's THOUGHTS of the DAY!!

Hey guys! I knoww it’s been a while. Sorry about that. I thought I was getting the blog up and going again, but apparently not!

I’ve been keeping track of some of my random thoughts for a while now, so I figured I might share them with you.

-I like how the one many in the new Verizon phone commerical is so accepting of the other man’s inferior phone. He’s like “All right, whatever works for you!” (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HnezWBW4BQw)

-People should put bedrooms on the bottom floors of their houses, so that it’ll be nice and cool in the summertime. Another added benefit of basement bedrooms is that sleepwalkers won’t have to worry about falling down the stairs.

-Orange juice.

-I like PDA (Public Displays of Affection) as much as the next weirdo, but don’t you think full on making out in the hallways of a school is a little much?

-Remember, when you talk behind your friend’s back, it whispers secrets about you, too.

-Thoughts are bouncing around in my head, completely out of order and in chaos. That’s how I explain these usually irrelevant things that come out of my mouth; it’s like a magic eight ball.

-Normally, my friends and I eat at lunch. Apparently, this is not normal.

Enjoyed? I do hope so. I’ll be adding to this, so I’m not sure if I’ll just make a new post for the thoughts to come, but whatever I do, I’m sure you’ll find it. Hah. Haha.

Thanks for reading

Megan

The Right Hook

I’ve been quiet for the past two weeks, and this is why.  Your regularly scheduled blogging will resume Monday, October 19th.

NY Young Republicans announce talk show

Krogh: Right Hook new way of reaching out

Lynn Krogh, Chair of the New York State Young Republicans, today announced the premiere of “The Right Hook,” a new production from the country’s largest young republican organization.

“Internet radio is the newest rage and newest way to reach out to the public,” said Krogh.  “This program will discuss hot news items, upcoming YR events, and ways for people to get involved.”
TRH can be heard every Wednesday at 9PM by visiting www.nysyr.us/righthook and features host John Brodigan of the poplular blog JohnBrodigan.com, Krogh, and Bryon McKim of McKim Strategies in Saratoga Springs as well as a variety of guests.

Krogh concluded, “Tonight’s debut will feature Tabitha Hale of SmartGirlPolitics.com in addition to Peter Halliday who is the Chairman of the Stueben County Young Republicans.  I’m really looking forward to this becoming the start of something great.”

I am home. Finally.

I am home – after one year of mismanaged corporate leaves, of absolute emotional helplessness, of growing up, of handling things myself, of grief that came in June, of being broke and un-pampered, and unhappy and of being mad at myself and the world around me.

It’s only when I saw my mother, pale and weeker, with dark circles, waiting for me outside the building elevator in her pale, green domestic nighty, with eyes eagerly scanning me for my well being, that I realised how much I miss her, and her concern which is now only telephonic. I stepped inside my house consciously only to see that not much has changed… my father, in his usual baniyan and night pyjamas, appeared from the bedroom welcoming me with warm words…I could barely hear anything as I could only see wide, genuine smiled all over…what I could see around was the family that is mine, and the place I belong to.

Growing up brings with itself several issues – one of deciding ‘over’ the other. My career is as important to me as my family, and vice versa. I would probably feel incomplete without either (God forbid) in any case…
Anyway, what saddens me is to see them age… to catch the greyishness of age which is considered old… for some reasons, your parents are like ROCKSTARS who are eternally young and powerful… and seeing them in a light which reflects the otherwise, it sort of puts you at unrest with yourself. I feel guilty for being away, for giving importance to my career than to them…for being away for so long…

This is my biggest mistake yet and I am going to ensure that I see them as often as I can. I can’t believe I stayed away for so long.

I love them so much. I do, I do.

Weather? Delhi – so HOT!
State-of-mind – at peace
Song? (it’s on radio – zaraa jhoom, jhoom…!!!! )

cluttered desk shows a cluttered mind

I decided to jot down all the things I have on my L-shaped desk.

Starting from the left (side where you come into the workstation) and swinging right, I have:

• 40 pieces of scrap paper I haven’t touched in months
• Jacket
• Sticky tape (which everyone but I use)
• Forms
• Holepuncher
• Rubber band box with rubber bands
• Stapler
• Empty lunch box
• Empty glass
• Bottle with no water
• Apple crumble muffin (half finished, and probably will stay that way since it has 20g of fat)
• On the low 20cm barrier wall that encompasses the left part of the “L”, a list of 50 Japanese verbs
• Pen holder with 1 ruler, 7 pens (4 blue, 2 red, 1 black), 3 highlighters (2 blue and 1 pink), eraser, 3 black clips, rubber bands and multiple paperclips
• At the centre of the “L”, my computer with my phone and fax number written on a post-it note stuck onto the tower.
• Flip daily calendar currently showing 14 October 2009
• 5 ring binder folders with information and my name tag clipped onto one of them (so that people know who I am, if they see it given it’s only a name tag and not a desk sign)
• Tissue box and Japanese artwork of maple leaves in Autumn bought in Kyoto on top of it leaning against the wall
• Hanging over the top of the head-level high wall on the right-hand side of the “L”, a “no need to hold the telephone but just put on head” handset attached to my phone below it and my pinned up special door hanger saying “privacy please” from the Australian Privacy Commission with attached post-it note saying “いそがしい”
• iPhone
• Black pen and pacer
• On the wall further to the right, notes on how to convert to て-form in Japanese
• Photo frame with 5 assorted sticker photos and polaroids
• Writing book with scribbled notes and other materials currently being used
• 2 L-shaped holders for: bound copies of essential work legislation and 5 envelope folders of papers. Slipped inconscipcuously into one of them are menus for restraurants around Chatswood including one for 魚湯米線 which I’d like to try
• Junk paper to throw away later

Toy Story 3 toma forma con el primer tráiler

Pixar Animation Studios regresa con uno de sus hijos predilectos bajo el brazo, Toy Story 3, esta vez no de la mano de John Lasseter, sino bajo la batuta de Lee Unkrich, el que ya fue editor de las dos partes anteriores. Regresan los inmortales personajes de Woody, Buzz Lightyear y todos los personajes que hicieron aparición en anteriores entregas. La película se estrenará en EEUU y Canadá el próximo 18 de junio de 2010 y para verla en nuestro país deberemos esperar hasta el 13 de agosto de ese mismo año.

En esta ocasión Andy ha cumplido 19 años y decide donar sus juguetes a una guardería antes de iniciar su nueva vida en la Universidad, ya que no le queda espacio en su cuarto. Sin duda un momento trascendental en el paso de la niñez a la adolescencia, donde los sentiemientos hacia el pasado que nos aferró a esos juguetes no puede desaparecer fácilmente, pero al que hay que decir un “adiós”.

Dream

Last night I went to bed at 11:30. This is fairly early for me as usually I have a hard time sleeping and can’t sleep until 2 to 3am. I fell asleep to a Christmas movie. I forget the title, but it was like about Rudolph’s brother or something. I don’t know, but anyways, I’m sleeping and my dream is fine. Nice and normal. So, in the dream I’m heading home. I finally get to my house and I walk in. I grab my DS to continue my Kingdom Hearts 358/2 Days game and watch some Psych.

Next thing I know I’m in some other house, and it’s dark. A friend is there, and two strangers. I search a couple rooms with my friend and we notice a room full of guns and ammunition. We’re like, “Uhh, what’s up with this?” We try the lights but they’re out and the only flashlights are attached to the weapons. We grab a bunch and bring them to the other two people. We’re all talking and wondering what’s going on, when I look out the partially boarded up window and notice something. I get closer to the window, heart racing. I get a better look and my eyes widen ( Like O_O ) and I yell, “SPITTER!” and jump to the side as an acid-y spit is shot through the window, burning through the boards like they were nothing.

We all pull up our guns but my friend fires the first two shots from her auto-shotgun and blows the Spitters head off. We have no idea what’s going on but we all decide it’s best to keep prepared. We split up into teams of two, my friend and I and the two strangers. We’d report back to the room we arrived in for a meeting in 30 minutes.

As we go off, we decide to check upstairs, her carrying her auto-shotgun and I carrying my assault rifle. We’re discussing what could be going on and we both think we’re somehow dreaming. Spitters aren’t real, they’re going to be a new enemy type in the game Left 4 Dead 2. But we both couldn’t be having the same dream, and what about the other two. Both being Left 4 Dead players we know we have to survive, no matter whats going on, how we got there or anything. Just survive.

We check a couple rooms upstairs and nothing is out of the ordinary though it’s a pretty run down building. Someone must have tried to stay alive in there at some point, that would be reason for boarded up windows and the plethora of weapons.

We enter a big room, bigger than any we’ve seen yet. It’s full of books and maps and big fancy furniture. Then we hear a gurgling noise, one that sounds oh so familiar and we both immediately recognize it as a Boomer gurgle. We pan the area and don’t see anything. We take a couple steps back. My friend crouches down and looks through the keyhole of the room we’re in and sees the not-so-lovely Boomer on the other side waddling down the hallway. She flings open the door, blasts the boomer, and quickly closes the door again.

More searching of the room, being as quiet as possible but after a short time we start to hear scratching all around us. Scratching at the door and at the windows. We know what’s a coming: a horde.

We block the door with furniture and start to block some windows with whats remaining. It won’t stop them, but it’ll slow them down enough. The horde begins to break some of the boards on the walls and begin flooding into the room and we open fire on them taking them down in a relatively easy manner.

At the same time we hear coughing and a loud a screech, a smoker and a hunter. I notice the smoker just outside one of the windows, in another building, I crouch down and fire a burst of shots as it fires its slimy tongue and it explodes. I look over and see the hunter about to pounce on my friend but more infected are coming, so I yell to her and just as he pounces she head-shots him (if this were in game she’d get an achievement for it).

We’re now being overwhelmed by the horde, and another Smoker, Hunter and Boomer have arrived. We decide to use my friends favourite tactic… we hide in the closet. We’re just taking infected out one after another, more Special Infected show up and then it happens… we hear the roars of a Tank. We know this can’t be good, we’re just gonna have to hope we can take it down before it reaches the closet.

We see it approaching, it entered through a now open wall (thanks Tank, we were thinking of remodeling), and we’re pummeling it with bullets. It’s no good though, it makes its way over to the closet… we’re trying to kill it, even aiming for the head. It raises it’s big over-sized arms above it’s head, this it, we’re done for. We close our eyes still firing and on the Tanks downswing I wake up…

Now, I said I fell asleep around 11:30, so I look at the clock, thinking “oh, it’s probably morning.” Wrong, it’s only 2:30 in the morning. But guess who can’t fall back asleep because the dream, while it doesn’t seem scary in writing or when doing all this in the video game, scared the heck out of him?

Yeah…

Stop Looking!

Got some advice from a good, and very jaded, friend tonight on how to get women (she’s a woman) that was essentially “stop looking”. This isn’t bad advice… for people that aren’t me!

OK. So, here’s the deal. I have spent most of my life “not” looking for a mate. Really, I have. I figured that I would just meet her, randomly, like in a movie. It didn’t work (or, at least, hasn’t so far).

I always thought it was because I couldn’t tell when women were interested. Because I didn’t walk up and randomly hit on women. And most importantly because I didn’t go to college (and therefore never learned the art of picking up chicks).

As it turns out, I was almost right.

Sure, all of those things have a bearing on whether or not I meet “the one” (or even “you’ll do”). But even taken together, the likelihood of not meeting someone is really unlikely! I mean, random things happen every day, right! Given my interactions with women, I was bound to screw up eventually and actually meet someone!

Nope!

And I’ve come to a realization over the years as to why that is. It’s my personality! I have a pretty good one. I’m nice and non-threatening. I care and I listen. Sure, I make a fair number of rude and/or off-color remarks (I am a “perpetual line stepper” according to my friend Travis), but it’s all in fun. People like me.

Do you see the problem yet? No? Well, put it all together…

I am:
girl’s-interested challenged
pick-up-on-chicks challenged
collegiately-dating challenged
nice
non-threatening
funny
a listener
I care

“What’s that spell!!!” (sorry, cheerleader fantasy come true)

I’ll tell you what that spells! One of two things. I’m either:
A: Gay
B: Married

I am, and have never been, either of those!

So what do I do? If I go out looking for the girl, I don’t seem to find her. If I don’t look for the girl, she doesn’t find me!

Damnit! Why is life so difficult!!!

Still single and having a hard time choosing between the assless chaps or a wedding ring,

Scott

Lists make me happy

I love making lists.  Lists are incredibly fun and helpful. There’s something about a list of my favorite movies or bands or books that just makes me feel organized and efficient. Even checking off an item on a to-do list or a shopping list fulfills some weird need. This post used to be a list of things I enjoyed, but I ended up not being able to insert photos with the bullet-points because I am still inept. Maybe in the future when I am able to understand this thingy better, I promise to finish the list including pictures.

Here’s a preview:

Amelie

Movies – watching and discussing

A Dios le pido - AY DIOS MIO!!

After several Cruzan buckets I had myself a genuine ‘moment’ at a bar one night last year when I stormed the corner stage and threatened the house band with irreparable bodily harm if they continued cannibalizing ‘Sweet Home Alabama’.
::: doan cheww deww eht!! :::

However, in my defense, I must confess that it never would have gotten ‘beatdown bad’ because:
1. Mr. Cookie had my back (U )
2. My girl posse had my back and Mr. Cookie’s back (PROPS HO’S!)
3. I’m pretty much a big non-violent pussy (and by that, of course, I mean I’m all talk)
4. I was about 12 seconds from total pass-out when the threat was made (timmmmberrrrr!!!)

Apparently, they do it a little differently in Connecticut.

Some Nutmegger was gettin’ her karaoke on a couple weeks back hit when she hit what had to have been the most viciously, horrendously, most outrageously putrid sour note ever to have made contact with the human ear because her rendition of Juanes’ ‘A Dios le pido’ caused six underaged tricks to completely lose their gat-damn minds and start a heckling showdown that ended with them bitchslapping the ‘talent’ into the next county!
::: And you thought Simon Cowell was harsh! :::

The almost-comical kerfluffle happened at Bobby Valentine’s Sports Gallery Cafe in Stamford when the savage sextet gave an unmistakable ‘Oh no she di‘INT!’ to the performance by shouting insults at the 25-year-old singer – who’s retaliatory ranting met with a not-so-friendly stage-rush that ended with her ass being knocked 50 kinds of all the way down.
::: kaPLOW biotch! :::

After much punching and pulling of hair, the combat was curtailed – leaving the six pack facing assault charges and the victim with bruises and some serious tooth chipification!

Screw New York!
Connecticut’s ROUGH, yo!

ROOOAAAD TRIIIIIP!!!

SOURCE

Randomness on a Thursday night

I am under the weather, which is difficult to be, since the weather is so low.

My mind was wandering, as it sometimes does, and it came to rest on a recent viewing on National Geographic or the Discovery Channel of a whale exploding on a flatbed truck in Taiwan.  Totally disgusting.  But of course, that made me curious and so I googled “exploding whale”.  Lo and behold, I discovered that this is NOT the first time such a thing has happened (though it was a first for downtown Taiwan.)   Back in 1970 on a beach in Oregon, they blew up a beached whale (it had already expired.)  In fact, between 2001 and 2008, nine cases of exploding whales have been reported worldwide.  You can find more information than you want at www.theExplodingWhale.com.  Be warned – it can be pretty gross. 

Big, fat, happy snowflakes are falling outside.  As a follow-up to this morning’s post, I guess that’s one nice thing about winter.

Why is it that Pat gets defensive over any suggestion I make regardless of how I couch it, or what the topic is?

I bought myself a bouquet of stock earlier this week.  It’s a lovey flower, mostly shades of purple and white, and wonderfully fragrant.  I grew it in the garden once and was very proud of myself.

My feet are cold and I can’t warm them up.  I should try my own suggestion of cayenne pepper in my socks.  It seems a lot of old-timey remedies involved socks.  (Like the sock full of hot salt for earaches.)  Guess socks are one thing that pioneers always had?

There’s one damn Miller moth in my cottage.  One.  More than enough.  One.

I am sick, queasy, and in the mood for ice-cold vodka – how freakish is that?

I miss my friend Diane.  She’s like a big sister I’ve never met and I haven’t heard from her in months.  I’m worried about her.

I would love to sleep for 24 hours.  Sleep, nap, doze, nap.  Whatever.  Nap.  Sigh.

YOU!!!! *censored*

p/s: I’m mad to anyone nor did I curse at anyone… lately haha so the title of this post is just a gimmick lol

I was chatting with my mom earlier and I told her that I’m meeting my project supervisor today (because I got some confusion by now regarding my project haha) and my mom was saying..

mom: nanti bila cakap, cakap jgn garang sgt
mom: jgn marah supervisor tu pulak
mom: tu ingatkan cik……
mom: kut nanti cik hot kat supervisor tu pulak

Then, I was chatting with a friend of my on ym and he was sort of saying the same thing:

flava zahrul: wey
flava zahrul: soalan cepumas
flava zahrul: ko still garang mcm dulu ek

and maza
zaid Abdullah: hang kan panas baran gak.. sat lagi terlebih minyak kat muka ka, kat lengan ka.. habis rentung satu bilik tu kang.. dgn hang dan org yg hang dok marah sekali jadi hitam legam.. berjelaga

I’m guilty as said! haha
I got a really bad temper; especially as I’m pretty much not in the best mood lately (gotten a bit too stress!) – but as far as I’m concerned, I haven’t blew it up on anyone… err yet hehe
but hey, to be told that 3 times in a day… hrmmmm~ haha not that I feel offended or anything
It’s just that.. it got me wonder, are you afraid of me? I mean, afraid of upsetting me, maybe?
So.. am I that fierce? lol

Pretty interesting to know what do you think of me
Anyone would like to voice out their thoughts? hehe

Anyway, here are some photos of flowers which I took a few days before.. raya maybe? hehe I can’t recall. I still haven’t finish post processing photos that I took of Alor Star from Alor Star Tower on the day of my flight back to London

There are no new photos that I took lately. It’s been raining like crazy in London for the past few days, so I can’t really go out taking photos of flower.. in which, there are these beautiful flowers in my uni which caught my attention earlier as I was passing by to go to my classes earlier haha sempat lagi pulak nak usya bunga time nak kejar2 gi class

Let see if it’s going to be sunny this weekend If so, I might have a chance taking photos of those absolutely stunning flowers

Anyway here goes some photos

Just turn it off.

Lately I haven’t had much exciting happen and so I have lacked in blog entries for this very reason.

But yesterday something did happen, and I feel I could write enough in sufficient detail that would make it a lengthy enough post that I could call a blog.

Me and Andrew were going to a movie last night, The Year One to be precise. Can’t remember most of it to be honest. But before the film started we were just mishing round the mall having a look at clothes for Andrew and trying on hats and things until we decided to go into Dick Smith Electronics.

Our main reason for entry was to see if they had a play-in-store Guitar Hero set up.

They didnt.

So I pointed out that we were near the Mac section of the store, Andrew walked on over, just a little too fast for a PC fan… And we began to browse at the various hunks of Mac crap.

We were viewing the iMovie application on the 28 inch iMac when we came across a particularly interesting video. It seemed to be two guys innocently filming themselves on the iSight until we watched more of the clip dated 26 June 2009.

One of the young men proceeded to walk away from the camera with his back turned, baggy pants of course, as I commented “Pull your pants up!”. But alas he could not hear me 3 months later.

The other young man was still viewing himself on screen while to our disgust, and enjoyment, the further away young man pulled up his long coat to reveal his bottom. No wonder his pants were so low – he had been planning to record himself mooning an in-store iSight. He held his coat up above his waist for a few seconds before dropping it back down, hoisting up his trousers and walking out of shot.

Andrew and I were gobsmacked. The ideas that these people get…

I had skipped back in the clip track to watch it again to make sure my eyes weren’t fooling me and this guy really had flashed in the Dick Smith store when a shop assistant approached and asked us what was going on.

I explained to him what I had witnessed and his solution was;

1) Ask for help from another employee.

2) Turn off the monitor.

3) Refuse my offer to delete the incriminating clip.

What a great employee, he sure knew his iMacs. I like how even after 3 months that clip had still not been deleted.

INTENSE Typhoon Parma intercept!!

James Reynolds of TyphoonFury.com was able to document EXTREME conditions in the northern Philippines resulting from powerful Typhoon Parma. He and chase partner Geoff Mackley faced some very treacherous situations both during and after the brunt of the storm, including downed power lines that nearly electrocuted them, as well as massive flash flooding that came close to sweeping their vehicle off the road.

Elizabeth Edwards -- Divorcing John Edwards?

  Supposedly Elizabeth Edwards has threatened to divorce John Edwards and claim her share of their $53 million estate amassed over 32 years of marriage.

The National ENQUIRER has learned Elizabeth dropped the divorce bombshell after learning a former campaign aide is claiming Rielle Hunter, the mother of Edwards’ love child, isn’t the only woman he seduced on the campaign trail.

“Elizabeth had always sworn she wouldn’t divorce John. But every person has a breaking point, and Elizabeth’s friends believe she’s reached hers,” an insider told The ENQUIRER.

“Elizabeth knows every dirty little secret in her husband’s political past. She’s been his confidant for years, and she’s always kept quiet. But now she’s prepared to reveal all his secrets in open court.”

Elizabeth’s patience finally ran out when she learned about the scandalous claims in a tell-all book by her husband’s former campaign aide Andrew Young, the married father of three who once claimed that he’d fathered Rielle’s child in a bid to protect his boss.

“Elizabeth was read portions of Young’s book proposal, and she flipped out,” said the source.

“What really pushed her over the edge is Young’s allegation that John had other affairs with women on the campaign trail.”

“Elizabeth basically told John that if she found out that was true, she’d have to divorce him because then he’d be a ’serial cheater.’ “

“John claims Young’s book is a pack of lies.”

How sad that Elizabeth is going through this at this stage in her life.  This is so sad, but is it even true?  Would Elizabeth want all of this exposed for her children to see when they will have to respect and depend on their father when she passes?

How would a divorce benefit Elizabeth Edwards at this point in time?

 

emile interview...[the man behind] the man on the moon

Peace, sorry i’ve been slacking…this has been a very rough few weeks, particularly this past one.
Anyways, here is a really cool interview with Emile [who produced “In My Dreams (Cudder Anthem)”, “Soundtrack 2 My Life”, “Solo Dolo (Nightmare”), and "CuDi Zone" on KiD CuDi's Man On The Moon album]. He actually goes through and you can listen to the track as he talks about making it.
Most of the time it was just CuDi and him in the studio, he started playing with some sounds until CuDi heard something he liked, then he started building chords and etc. with CuDi right there vibing with him.
I think this process is really rad, and extremely telling of the kind of music and entire album they made. That’s such an organic way of making music, which has become unorthodox in today’s internet-industry. I would love to see more artists work like this…I think we would hear even better music from some artists than we do now. This is how Kanye has done most of his albums (most notably 808’s and Jay-Z’s Blueprint 3).

On another note…I think i’m gonna try to start posting a “Song of the Week.” Partly 1. because I want to start keeping track of random mp3s that i dig on for a few days then forget about, and partly 2. because i want those of you who don’t really spread your musical listening horizons very far, i think you might be interested in some shit i rock. I sort of like to think I spread my horizons quite deep. So be on the lookout for that. So…

Take care ya’ll…I’ll be around.
Peace, and feel the love.

Rollercoaster

Hur fungerar “vanliga människor”? Vad är en vanlig människa? Vilka egenskaper har man då?

Min bild av alla andra är att de är samlade, de känner inte för lite för att räknas som känslokalla, men inte för mycket för att räknas som hysteriska och labila. De har integritet, koll på sin ekonomi, räds bara riktiga faror, har ett städat hem, och dricker bara för mycket ungefär en gång per år. Ungefär alla egenskaper jag själv inte har med andra ord.

Jag förstår inte hur man kan känna så mycket och så lite på en och samma gång. Det är precis som om allt jag SKA känna… det känner jag inte. Och allt jag INTE ska känna, det känner jag. Hela tiden. När jag borde vara lycklig är jag olycklig. När jag borde känna “detta är fel”, är jag egentligen lycklig (eller är det en illusion?). Jag vet inte. Jag vet ingenting.

Eller jo, jag vet en sak. Jag är förbannat bra på att hålla masken. Att låtsas att jag är som “alla andra”.

Lebanese Muslims scared of sexy Brazilian samba dancers

Sexy Brazilian samba dancers in real life or blow yourself to pieces and hope 72 virgins can put you back together in the after life? Decisions, decisions. No reason to be scared fella’s.

TYRE, Lebanon — A group of Lebanese Muslim scholars on Thursday forced the cancellation of a planned performance by a Brazilian samba troupe in the southern coastal city of Tyre on moral and religious grounds.

“This is a pornographic dance group that goes against our ethics,” Sheikh Ali Yassin, one of 50 religious leaders who had called for the cancellation, told AFP.

“We fear that once they start dancing nude in the streets, there will be trouble,” Yassin added. “Our society will not accept such a parade.

“The city of Tyre is a city of resistance and its history is that of a conservative Muslim city.”

The Brazilian troupe has been performing throughout Lebanon since September 23 as part of a festival and planned a final performance in Tyre on Thursday evening.

Roberto Medeiros, ministerial adviser and cultural attache at the Brazilian embassy in Beirut, told AFP that measures had been taken to respect the sensitivities of the mainly Muslim population in Tyre, including having the dancers cover their bodies rather than perform in skimpy clothes.

“We met with the local authorities and informed them that the dancers would dress respectfully with all their bodies covered,” Medeiros said.

Yassin, however, said he had been shown photographs of the costumes and still deemed them inappropriate.

The mayor of Tyre, Abdel Mohsen al-Husseini, said the show was called off after consultations with local authorities as well as Brazil’s ambassador to Lebanon.

via AFP: Lebanese Muslim scholars object to samba.

The Last Month

Hello readers! It’s been a while, hasn’t it, since I’ve made a good post about how to do something or other? That’s usually a good indication that I’ve been busy with something or other, and have been using my system as-is without much time for exploration.

Well, I want to let anyone who reads this to know I’m still alive and kicking. I’ve got two posts planned (one about how to compile Pidgin plugins in Gentoo Prefix properly, and another about how I use duplicity with 12+ options efficiently) so stay tuned.

What’s been keeping me busy? College, that’s what. This is my first year, so I’m still finding my feet. Even now I’m still experimenting with homework schedules, varying between solid week of work and lazy afternoons. At some point I will find a happy medium, I hope.

The Neuvoo project started out alive and strong, and I haven’t been able to check my idling IRC client in days, so I hope they’re doing well and well on their way to producing their first release.

Oh, and thanks for reading.

Bad week

Denna vecka har jag verkligen en deppsituation going on. Jag är så less på arbetslösheten att jag snart ringer till Dressmann och söker jobb. Då har det gått långt ska ni veta.

Jag försöker peppa med att det är strålande höstväder ute och att jag faktiskt har flera fötter inne på grymma ställen, men det går sådär skulle man kunna säga.

Jag är verkligen trist när jag är sådan här. Går runt i morgonrock och muttrar större delen av dagen. Och då vet jag ändå om att det inte blir bättre av det utan att jag borde rycka upp mig istället. Men se det har jag visst ingen lust med.

VIRTUAL AFTERMATH

The café door blew open and she rode in on a gust.  “You’re never gonna guess what I did today!” 

There’s really no telling what Suzanne will do, so I played along.  “You’re moving to New Zealand?”

She giggled and threw her purse onto the table.  I had to grab my latte before it capsized.   ”I broke up with Neil!”

“Who?”

“You remember him, Kimmy, don’t you?  He’s my virtual boyfriend.”

Did I mention Suzanne has an overactive imagination?  “You’ve gotta be kidding me. . .”

She continued, oblivious to my reaction.  “Nope.  I told him flat out that our relationship wasn’t working for me and that I didn’t want to see him anymore.”

“You told your pretend boyfriend whom you’ve never seen that you no longer want to see him?

She heaved a sigh.  “Yeah, he’s just not there for me.”

I watched her waltz to the counter to place an order and wondered if she had lost all her marbles.  Suzanne is a formidable businesswoman and one of my dearest friends, but her romantic sensibilities are questionable at best.  I vaguely recalled discussing her latest conquest, but she hadn’t referred to him by name and certainly didn’t mention that he was imaginary.  This mystery required further investigation.

I didn’t have to wait long.  She was no sooner back at our table when a litany of his alleged offenses began.   “A girl has needs, you know!  Did he think I was going to carry this whole thing on my back?”  She took a sip of espresso.  “And I thought I really knew him. . .”

I asked her how they met and she rolled her eyes.  “At Cannes.  Don’t you remember when I had to cover the festival for that stupid art rag that folded last year?  Well, we met in the press room one night, and that was it!”

“You’ve never been to Cannes.”

“. . . or at least I thought that was it until he started ignoring me.  Do you think he might be a player, Kimmy?”

“Who, the invisible man?”

“I’m serious,” she said, indignant.  “Do you think he was just toying with me?

“If he was, I wouldn’t worry about it.  The other women in his life are probably fictional, too.”