So this morning I had to go to a short meeting with another counselor at my agency and my two supervisors, one of whom is the director. We were discussing a slightly complicated case.
At one point in the discussion my co-counselor asked me a question. He was recalling that at the time he’d met the client’s mother she had been pregnant. I told him that she’d had her baby since then and he said, “Oh, yeah? How’d that go?” The question caught me off guard and confused me a bit, so I just said the first thing that came to mind…
“Uh… it came out.”
My boss (the director) started laughing so hard. It was so funny. He even had a little trouble recovering.
I continue to experiment with random blog titles. I posted an entry (which sounds like a horrendous euphamism now that I think about it) last week about loving Trondheim. It was a random (which sounds like a sheep contraceptive) choice. I couldn’t say whether I love Trondheim or not. I’ve never been in the same country as Trondheim. But now I know 3 exciting things about the place:
It was the capital of Norway until the 13th century.
Kings were crowned there.
The city has suffered 10 recorded great fires.
How do I know this? Because I got ‘pingback’ed and linked to by the official Trondheim website! If you don’t remember what the entry was about, it’s here. And Trondheim is now aware of me. And so I’m wondering now what sites/groups/wackos will find me after this header. Hee hee hee. So let’s see. Anyone care to come up with the joke that results in this punchline?
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And a monday morning calls for 3 things.
1. Duvet days. Heard of them. Great idea. Never worked for a company who had them. Arse.
2. Coffee. In quantaties that could drown a hippopotamus.
3. Toilet humour. Because Monday mornings always need to be made funnier and lighter.
Can’t do anything about 1 and I’m dealing with 2 on and almost constant intravenous-style basis. So that leaves 3. Prepare yourself. Are you sitting comfortably? Then I’ll begin.
Last night wifey asked me whether I would prefer chicken wraps or chicken and rice for dinner. Being me (indecisive, but experimental) I suggested mixing the chicken, rice, garlic, onion, herbs etc. all together and then putting it in a wrap. We did so and it certainly works. It’s tasty and VERY filling. I looked a lot like the R101 five minutes after dinner. The Montgolfier brothers would have slung a basket under me and floated me off to Dijon. We ate as much as we possibly could and then we gave the excess rice to the dogs.
And while wifey and I both felt quite corpulent and rotund for the evening, it was the dogs that provide today’s entertainment. The excess rice had herbs in it. Just a bit of rosemary and basil I think. The dogs wolfed it down. (Do wolves dog their food I wonder?) Half an hour later, wifey and I are sprawled on the sofa with the laptop playing ‘hidden object’ games and watching the Simpsons. And suddenly the hairs in my nose curl and shrivel. And acrid smell like the diseased dysentry-ridden bowels of a thousand recent roadkill wafted across us. Immediately pulling my t-shirt up over the bottom half of my face and making sounds like ‘ack…ack’ I struggled off the sofa and shuffled around the room to find Seth. There he was, lying in the corner of the room, behind the sofa arm. And he had such a relieved and satisfied smile plastered across his face.
I ran to the utility room and got the air freshener. I also left the lounge door open for a while. We had a log fire going and I was a little dubious about the mix of naked flame and Seth’s output! After a liberal spraying, I closed the door. And then went to sit back down with wifey. We both pulled our Seth-proof veils back down, relaxed, picked up the mouse, reached to unpause the game, and heard, from the corner of the room ‘Pffffffffffft!’
Yup. Facial coverings back up. Gagging in the green miasma of Seth’s comfort. And this went on at roughly 5 minute intervals for the entire evening.
It led me to questioning ‘where do all the farts go?’ I discussed this with wifey. Quite simply, how many farts are released into the atmosphere at any given time. I mean cows are notorious for it. But even just the one dog must have farted thirty or so times last night. And we were in one room. And I figure, the smell actually has to go somewhere. Nothing disappears completely. Andf ok, the methane is destroying the ozone layer, but I don’t believe that the farts are floating through the hole and out into space?! Though it would make an interesting NASA study and I suspect it might be difficult even for astronauts to spot an intestinal gas cloud floating past them in the deep dark emptyness of the cosmos.
So the upshot of that is that every fart that has ever been discretely shushed out in an elevator or released with a bovine sigh in an English field are still here! Every fart ever issued is still here somewhere. And to give you some idea of what wifey is like and why I love her, when I questioned where they all went, this was what she said:
“They’re behind the sofa. That’s why I don’t move it when I hoover.”
Gotta love that wifey.
Well that about wraps it up for Monday morning. Hope everyone has a most excellent day. Have fun y’all.
If I was one of these children, I would hope to have one of the following names: Patrick or Stephen – - at least they’re normal. Malachai and Eli aren’t so bad…if it weren’t for the fact they were named after Children of the Corn. Really? REALLY?
There is Peppermint, poor child. But I would rather be a piece of candy than Blackbird, (named after a swarm of birds in the yard).
Let’s see…other names from various fictional people this lady bestowed upon her children? Rogue, Frodo, Morpheus, Artemis, and Baudelaire.
There is a child named Echo, after eco-campaigners.
Hands down, though, the worst name (and most disturbing) out of this group is Voorhees – - named after Jason Voorhees, as in Jason Voorhees from Friday the 13th. You know…the serial killer…
I used to hate my name as a kid. Now I am grateful to be named Mckenzie, with a little k. I don’t get the fad or desire for parents to go out of their way to name their child something off-the-wall. My friend is a teacher and two names off her roster this year? Abcde (ABB-CA-DUH) and Pajama (PAY-SHA-MAY).
Love sees you through the tumultous times and stormy weather
Love sees you through trial, tribulations or times that test
Love touches your core, fills your being and brings out the best
Love prevails even when lust fades away
Love gives you warmth even on a wintry day
Love is what gives you trust, belief and the wings to fly high
Love is what tells you never to give up and try
Wealth, money, beauty may fade away or part
Love is but the eternal flame that burns and fills with warmth when it touches a heart..
A dreamer, hopeless romantic is something I’d always be. I thought time would temper this romanticism with reality..but it just refuses to fade away completely. I guess I am completely smitten with the idea of being in love !! I am and will always remain an incorrigible, moony soul !! ( Can’t help it !!)
Does it happen often that you come across someone and you know this someone is perfect for you. And you begin to convince yourself that this is it folks, this is the person I want to be with for the rest of my life because he is perfect. He is smart and funny and loves Bollywood and is a foodie and loves travelling and all that and all that.
And then just when you have convinced yourself into believing that this is the one and the only one around. That there are no other people like this one around and that he is so perfect that he has to be rare and are dying everyday because this “the one” is blissfully unaware that he is “the one” and you have convinced yourself that since you are never going to tell him this fact of life and since he is not even interested in you in the first place and now that he is so so far away anyway, that you are going to never find another one like that and are preparing to die a lonely senile death, you come across another avatar of your “perfect”.
Now, you might find this perfect illustration of your perfect-ness in the oddest of places and he might not even catch your fancy for the slightest moment. You might just exclaim “impressive!” in your head and move on with your life. But in that moment, you realise that not all is lost. That perfection is but an idea that can manifest itself in several places and with astonishing frequency. That your idea of the perfect is anyway flawed from the very beginning and prone to severe tweaking based on the circumstances. It becomes a stark reminder of the “preordained-ness” of life and you smile and you move on. Living with the renewed hope that though you have found the “perfect” person and you would ideally like to have that person for keeps, he is not the only one around and if one other sample of the same species can exist in so close a proximity then with a high degree of confidence it can be said that there are other samples around and that there are high chances that you will find a similar person quite up to your liking sooner or later.
gahhhhh, they are killing me! AIDAN TAN AIK LOONG AND FAITH TAN RUI EN!!! THEY WILL TAKE TURNS AND WALK INTO MY ROOM EVERY 15 MINS AND DISTURB ME! okay, the first thing when i wake up and walk out of the room. they came screaming ‘ TUNG TUNG, PLAY MONOPOLYYYYYY!’ then i said okay to faith to play beauty and the breast edition. then aidan started complaining. ‘YOU PROMISED TO PLAY WORLD EDITION WITH ME YESTERDAY!’ okay, then i say play world edtion. and faith started screaming ‘ MAMA (auntie), AIDAN BULLY MEEEE’. i just told them i am not free, and walk back into the room and hide in the toilet =.=
faith just came in and ask me to beg auntie to let her drink milk =.= cause auntie don’t allow. and she made me sit with her for about 5 mins to see her have dinner. ): and now my ipod, psp and phone also with them. AND THEY ARE PLAYING MUSIC OUT LOUD. my heart will go onnnnn. and aidan cheated me into helping him check his pri 2 maths work and i got 1 mistake ):):. i will die if this goes on tmr ): SO ANNOYING!
I am a Mexican immigrant living an awesome live in The United States Of America, without a doubt the best country in the world…at least in my eyes. Up until last month i thought i knew where i was going. I had a girlfriend that everyday reminded me how important I was to her, how for whatever reason we would never see the day we split up……all young love bullshit….she built up my world around this lie, I made every decision in my life around her….and she smothered the smoldering ashes after she burned the heart she ripped out of my chest with her bare hands….
needless to say life and trust for other people was shaken at the foundation, however before the breakup, but way after the problems, I found something in which I found peace, in which i knew no matter how shitty of a day i had as soon as i got to the gym i knew my stress would all go away. Brazilian Jiu Jitsu has had such a positive effect on me, and as much as the sport I love the sense of friendship and respect that every practitioner has for each other. This has helped me get through the tough times that come along with a breakup from a 3 year relationship.
Thanks to Twitter, I just came across this amazing series of photos from the New York Times. I think my favorite photo is the one of the differewnt colored straight jackets. One for each season perhaps??
The photographer is Chris Payne. You can view the entire series here.
Been at the dentist this morning. Booked in to have 2 small fillings on the top and 1 larger filling (to replace an old one at the bottom). I haven’t had much tooth ache but the bottom one is especially sensitive to hot / cold and needed to be looked at.
On further inspection I needed 2 fillings at the bottom, which the dentist descibed one as ” a massive cavity” Blimey! So, 3 injections later my whole mouth, chin, lips and nose is now numb…. It turns out that the old filling was hiding a big hole underneath and this mornings investigation ended up being a full on deep drill right to the nerve. At some point, could be 6 days, 6 months or 6 years it’s going to need a root canal. Brilliant.
Much flossing and brushing is needed for the future of my teeth, but for now I’m just a little bit dribbly and slury – for the next 4 to 6 hours.
West Ridge Church Gives Away Money http://www.westridge.com/
from tonymorganlive.com by tony
We did something today at West Ridge that we’ve never done before, and the stories are already starting to flow in from people who were deeply impacted by the experience.
We’re in the middle of a brief three-week series on being “Fearless.” Basically, we’re teaching about how big our God is and that Christ-followers should be champions of hope and courage in today’s rough economic times.
After teaching a couple messages from 2 Corinthians 9:6-11, Brian challenged our church to immediately demonstrate generosity and faith. Following the example of something we heard about from Rob Bell…
* We took several thousand dollars from the church’s funds and put them in two big buckets at the front of the auditorium.
* At the end of the service, we asked folks to bring cash offerings to add to what was already in the buckets.
* It felt like just about everyone in each service came forward to make an offering. Literally thousands of people participated.
* Then we encouraged people who are hurting financially to come forward and take the money from the buckets. Some people grabbed one handful. Other people grabbed two handfuls depending on their needs.
* In one service, the buckets were emptied and people just started writing checks to other people.
Obviously, since we didn’t count the money between the offering and the giving, there’s no way to know exactly how much was given away today. All I know is that this was a great picture of the church in action. People who God has blessed gave an offering from what God have given them. Then God used that offering to bless people who needed help.
Wouldn’t it be something if the Church in America became known for its generosity?
I have wasted far too many hours on Facebook lately plowing, planting and harvesting imaginary crops a la Farmville. How can something so mundane be so addictive? Is my life really that boring?
I have managed to simplify my business and in the process filled the space with mindless fluff. What have I accomplished? Should I just “go with the flow” and enjoy myself? Am I enjoying myself?
Darn you, Krogmans! I held out all day hoping Jordan would put her children up to something clever to wish Grandma Marcie a happy birthday, and then I was going to copy it. But the day’s nearly over and I haven’t seen a damn thing on Jordan’s blog. Hmm… she must have mailed a birthday greeting.
Well, here’s wishing Mom a happy 48th birthday! I feel like I can mention her actual age here because everyone is always so shocked to hear my parents are just 20 years older than me.
Mom probably celebrated her milestone birthday (rare age where the first digit doubled equals the second digit) by hauling the mail to residents of Carpenter, South Dakota. I imagine she and Dad are spending the evening breaking into the booze. Better call the substitute mail carrier now!
Trust me, the Christmas present I’m making will make up for the lack of birthday present.
I had my monthly preggers appointment this morning, and found out the results from my three hour glucose test. I really thought that I would be able to handle the results, but I can’t. I’m a mess. And right now I just can’t talk or write about it.
I’m sorry, I know that I’ve shared up until this point, but I just can’t seem to make the words come out. This space has always been a way for me to vent and to say what’s on my mind. And right now I’m having a hard time processing things.
I know that it isn’t the end of the world, and there are worse things out there. And maybe one day I’ll be able to deal with it a little bit better. I can only hope. I plan on continuing to share my preggers experience on this blog, just not this particlar piece of it.
Thank you to all of my readers, you are wonderful and I love you!
Two websites belonging to the controversial Second World War historian David Irving have been targeted by anti-fascist protesters (i.e. fascists), who also released the names and contact details of his supporters via wikileaks:
“We have released private email communications, phone numbers and addresses of Irving as well as destroy all files, backups, emails, and databases on his website irvingbooks.com and fpp.co.uk. We also released personal information on people who have attended the speaking tour, made book purchases, or online donations as a warning to those who would support people like David Irving.
We did this to expose this Nazi-sympathizer for who he is and to shut down/disrupt any possibility of Irving rearing his fascist head in public during his tour. To David Irving and all aspiring white-power, anti-immigrant, queer-bashing, racist pigs – give it up! We will fight you on the streets and on the internet until you are swept into the dustbin of history.”
Irving, who’s seen by many as an anti-Semitic, Holocaust denying, Nazi sympathiser, spent most of 2006 in an Austrian gaol after receiving a conviction for glorifying and identifying with Nazism. Together with leaking the passwords for his email and web server accounts, the anti-fascist cyber attackers also added offensive content to his websites. Hmmm. And they’ve achieved what exactly? Other than giving him a load of free publicity, that is . . . .
Posting has been scarce recently, but my mind has been and currently is in overdrive. This week is finals week at RPTS so over the weekend I wrote my final. (Jen was in Philadelphia.) My last paper for Pentateuch is due this week as well. School’s been busy, in terms of Trinity and RPTS; but my mind has been on the quasi related topic of counseling and discipling students.
Recently some of my students, individually, came up to me and shared with me some issues in their lives. The effect this has had on my life is positive and encouraging. You see a month or so ago I was contemplating going to seminary full time. I wanted to get out: preach, teach, and counsel in the context of the organized church. But that subject has not been on my mind for many days and weeks. God has used these students to encourage me in the calling that he has upon my life now. What I wanted, God provided in a way that I did not see coming at all. So my mind has been filled with the topics of same-sex attraction, romantic relationships, image, family, assurance of salvation, depression, and how the gospel applies to these situations.
In doing so I’ve learned much about teaching and the importance of a relationship. I enjoy my students, and they need to know that. They need to know that I love and care about them and the reality that teaching is not “just a job.” When they do know this about me, when I chastise them for ruckus, pranks, improper conversation topics, etc. (the list is long) the words go further.
PS. this is why I am taking biblical counseling classes and reading all the CCEF stuff I can find.
finally after so long, i finally enjoy taking solo photo again.
Oops! did i say anything about me cutting my bang?
i tell you, skill de! hehe
luis was laughing when i told him i cut my bang again, because was a time after i cut, my hair look super weird (problem: next day is day reopen =’( ) sigh~ there was one of the sad moment for my hair.
but now my bang is better! best of all my hair are longer!! HOHOHO!
i’ll be uploading photo later.. and some photo taken during glor birthday =PP still thinking should i post video.
wahhhaha!
hmmm, i believe by Christmas, my hair length will be long enough to my liking..
Christmax Countdown / Day to Harvesting : 39 more day
I started this post with the intention of posting some non-Toyota sedans but I wasn’t having much luck finding anything post worthy, so I headed to the MSC site to try and maybe dig up some Cefiro’s… than is until I came upon this trio from the 2006 season opener.
Alex blir mer och mer feminin. Först köper hon en vinterjacka, och sedan sådana kissie och emopojke skor ! Men som om det inte vore nog så skaffade hon dessutom en iPod idag. Gissa vilken färg?
Ja, ni gissade rätt.
ROSA…
Kan det bli mer feminint?
Fast å andra sidan, det hade varit cirka en miljon gånger coolare om hin skaffat en iOlle istället. De e grejjor de.
Ni som är lite efterblivna och har missat att iOlle är det nya heta, gå in på: http://HairMonster.bilddagboken.se/p/show.html?id=244201539&directlink=1
Toei Animation has announced its eighth Pretty Cure motion picture. Precure All Stars DX2: Kibō no Hikari— Rainbow Angel o Mamore! (Precure All Stars DX2: Light of Hope— Protect the Rainbow Angel!) will open on March 20. The first Precure All Stars movie, which included the casts of all six Pretty Cure TV series, hit Japanese theaters this past March. The seventh Pretty Cure movie, the first Fresh Precure film, just opened in Japanese theaters this past weekend. The Precure All Stars homepage is now streaming a 25 second teaser for the new movie.
I’ll definitely be looking forward to this because the first Precure All Stars Deluxe movie was really good. I wonder if this film will ignore the first one and introduce all of the girls to each other (again) or if this film will open with all of the girls already familiar with each other.
When I get together with my friends I often take their ipod touches and plug in random events in their planner. Like I said I appreciate random things. Well today my friend came up to me and said “Guess what tomorrow is!” I don’t remember. I put the events about 15 days in advance. I said “What?” And she said “Brianne Appreciation day!” Ha ha!
So tomorrow is Brianne Appreciation day! You’ve got to love your friends. Anyways as you go on through your day tomorrow, remember my words of wisdom:
Writing until my fingers fall off, and if not writing plotting to write!
That wasn’t very smart or anything, but keep in mind I’m still just a teenager.
If you don’t already have a blog, I recommend that you start one. It’s fun, fulfilling, and you can customize your blog in many different ways. You’ll have access to all sorts of statistics (how many visits per day, which posts were visited, etc.) and you’ll be able to share your wisdom with the world. If your blog happens to become popular, then that would be quite an accomplishment!
Start a blog at www.wordpress.com. It’s easy and you’ll be posting in no time!
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Don’t step out of lentil line at the shelter just yet, you bums!
There’s a brand spankin’ NEW crisis on the horizon! ::: Woo h .. oh wait. Not good … :::
NYU economist and all-around financial fiasco forecaster Nouriel Roubini
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has just issued a code-red high-alert that the Federal Reserve and other money managers are fueling a massive new asset “bubble” that will someday go KAPLOW BIOTCH and steal your savings, render you blind and take away all your TP after giving you the 100-day poops. ::: poop! :::
The Roubinator says the Fed is holding short-term interest rates near zero *NO!* and investors and speculators are borrowing big bucks on the cheap *ACK!* and using them to pick up all kinds of Wall-Streety type shit like stocks, bonds, gold, oil, minerals and foreign currencies – which sounds all *GREAT!* because that means prices go up and mega money can be made which is a big ol’ slice of *SWEET!*, right?
Ya, not so much.
‘Cuz *SHOCK* it can’t last.
Eventually the Fed’ll have to raise rates, peeps’ll be panic-selling their stashes all over the gat damn place and the next big cash crash’ll come down harder than Amy Winehouse after another Blaaaaaaaaaake breakup! ::: FFFFFWOP! :::
“The Fed and other policymakers seem unaware of the monster bubble they are creating,” the economical extrasensory insists. “The longer they remain blind, the harder the markets will fall.”
Nada, todo correcto, las cosas se ven bien, se huelen bien, y me da bronca lo de la ley loca para los productos electrónicos que se les agrega un impuesto si no son provenientes de Tierra del Fuego
Me voy preparando para empezar a retroceder 5 años tecnológicamente y dejar que la computadora decida:
Ever since I was a kid, I loved pro-wrestling. I remember my dad taking me to the CAP Center to see shows, and shaking the hand of Bret “the hitman” Hart. Then in college, watching wrestling became a rule…a chore…it was something that HAD to be done on Monday nights. We were diligent, involved, and made it a staple at the Venton. Since college, I admit, I stopped watching and a lot had to do with the fact that I wasn’t surrounded by the same group that was so into it. Every once in a while, I look at blogs or the WWF (sorry, the WWE) homepage to keep tabs on what is happening. Today, while surfing around, I stumbled across this. As much as I may have had an interest in switching back and forth from Monday Night Football to Raw, I can honestly say that this pretty much puts a nail in the coffin for me and wrestling. There is nothing I hate more in this world than the generic sound of Nickelback. I’d rather hear nails on a chalkboard for 24 straight hours than be subjected to one Nickelback song. Which is why I will never, eeeeeeeeeevr watch the intro to Raw, and for that matter, may never watch wrestling again. Besides,I had my wrestling high light at WCW Starcade when Sting fought Hulk Hogan. Why? I was ringside, and if you can find video of it (I searched youtube but they only have the first half of the match) you’ll see me screaming in the face of Hogan. It was quite the good time.
It’s funny how you know it all and yet there’s so less you can do to get it right.
I, for one, am too honest, about how I feel, who I am, what I like and what I don’t. I get so honest that I don’t even filter if teh the other person deserves or is trsut worthy of my honesty or not. This puts me in trouble, a lot of times.
Recently, with New Guy, after the last irritating incident I gave him a good blast over the phone. We spoke on the same night and after advice from friends, who said I should make him realize his mistake, I told him he was loosing his manners and treating me like I’m one of his home friends. He said he didn’t realize he was behaving so selfishly and then said sorry. He also said thanks for making him realize his mistake. ?? I didn’t get this at all. Anyways I was really mad and told him to talk about something else and we spoke for another hour or so (now I’m thinking I did too much talking and will lessen it all). He kept on saying sorry whenever he found the chance.
Then, you won’t believe this, he slept off on the phone while talking to me. WTF!!
He’s done this a few times before and then it was all too funny to get pissed off on, but this time it was too much. I simply disconnected the call and sent him a message that he slept off on the phone. He called up within 2 minutes and when I confronted him, first he clearly denied, then he’s like ‘yaa I don’t know why this happens to me’ .. happens to me?? Dude you slept off, it didn’t happen, you made it happen.. WTF!! When did I start become a magnet to guys with zero traits of mannerism and total ‘I don’t why this happens’ jerks?? God save me! I was super pissed off! I told him to sleep off if he’s sleepy and not do this again.
The next day I didn’t reply to his 2 goodmorning messages. Yes, I became the pathetic ‘goodmorning baby’ & ‘goodnight baby’ ass for a while, no more of that crap anymore. *smirkn at myself* lol! Anyways, so called him sometime in the evening and only spoke for a brief 2 minutes and then nothing. At night I spoke to him only like a friend,all casual stuff and no ‘baby’ stuff . Eww.. wats wrong with me!! He was again said sorry many times, I didn’t say its ok or anything. It wasn’t. And now I was seriously considering putting an end to this lame attempt at dating and casual nonsense. I mean this was supposed to be fun and enjoyment and now all it was giving me was frustation and anger.. again WTF! Anywhow, then he called me early morning when I was still sleeping and I spoke to him for 10 min in my sleep where he was all baby and stuff but I didn’t respond. I called him after I woke up and told him that I didn’t remember anything. lol!
Later in the eveing, I so wanted to go out, you know somewhere with friends type or something and I was going out with sis and bro for some shopping so I replied to his text that if he wanted to go for a drive. He was all suprised and like yes sure sweety, my pleasure. So I told him to call me @ 8 and I’ll tell him where I am. Now isn’t that clear? You need to be nearby so can tell you where to pick me up from. So much for common sense, I reached home at 8:30 and called him to ask where he was and he was at his home.. WTF!! for the nth time. I was like what?? and then I was about to tell him that this is too much and we shouldn’ t be dating or talking anymore or something and it felt like he’s taking me way to for granted. Then he was like I’m coming to meet you. I said fine, coz I really wanted to meet him, I mean after talking so much on the phone and all the nonsense, you do feel like meeting and something in reality right? I know I’m sounding like an ass but what the heck.. its true.. So he came to pick me and then we went for a drive. He was looking very sulky, but i guess guys master that as the first few theings once they start dating, you know, how to look puppy type, in need of love and care. Like every sweet girl my anger also melted away by looking at him and this is inspite of knowing that it was all all fake. Anyhow, we moved a little ahead and then instead of sitting into some crowded cafe decided on driving around, which I so was into because I knew what would follow. We talked about it and I told him that I didn’t feel good about it all and that I shouldn’t feel like this because we’re not into anythign so serious andits all supposed to be fun, but there should not be any disrespectful behavior as that would make me feel cheap and I hate that. He said sorry many times and then we moved along, he showed off a little with his fast driving, which btw I totally like (I know teenage like.. but what to do. can’t help). So then he stopped 9as if I din’t know that) and we made out, like not too much but mostly kissing and a few hicky’s *Blush*. Then we moved along and took 2 cigrattes and smoked them while talking and I asked him for one honest confession and he made a big confession that he lies about where he lived coz he didn’t like that place, but I didn’t miind coz many of my friends live where he lives and its all in his head that its not good and all. It wasa bit shocking but he was feeling so relieved after telling me.. So cute.. God! Cute?? but it was.. I’m again behaving like an ass…should stop now.
So next we moved back home around 11pm, where I got a hellof a scolding for having no sense and going out late with some guy that I hardly know and blah blah.. I know all this stuf.. but when you’re doing it then it dosen’t seem to reach your ears.. lol!
I’ve been job hunting for a long time now… probably not as long as some of you, but long enough that I kind of want to throw in the towel and move into my car if it means no more cover letters, or BS interviews for a little while.
But this week, well it seems that I’ve got some eggs in the basket, and I’m so relieved, really, really relieved… So relieved that I am afraid to breath lest they crack.
Because none of these eggs has hatched yet. They’re all just promises… and I’ll probably continue to be nervous nelly about them until I’m signing on the W-2 line.
The New York Times ran an article on unemployment today- with the unemployment rate up to 10.2 percent, 1 out of 10 Americans are unemployed! And that’s not counting other forms of joblessness – those that are underemployed or have given up. The job market today is really effed up, and all of that fear and worry and self doubt can take a toll on the unemployed collective self-worth.
It’s exhausting to be that worried, it’s nerve-wracking to continue to try and “sell” yourself to employers. And it’s why, after 7 months of random jobs here and there, I’m a little apprehensive of celebrating too heavily the eggs in this little basket.
Oggi l’orosco Ve lo offre la mia cuoca preferita : UN TOCCO DI ZENZERO
a cui oggi LA STAMPA dedica un articolo a pag 27 : “QUESTA SERA CUCINA IL WEB” !
sotto per avere un parere “Stellare” su cosa cucinare questa settimana CLIK QUA e poi andatela a trovare nella sua bella blogcasetta che profumo di roba buona da mangiare, la bottiglia di vino sceglietela Voi..
I get no fewer that 10 new visits per day to my blog from people who have been sent to it after searching for Ho-Ho’s and Swiss Cake Rolls … all because of this post.
I need to know … are people REALLY that concerned about the differences between Swiss Cake Rolls and Ho Ho’s … I mean we did this for fun, but c’mon now … HUNDREDS of people have come to this post… makes me laugh! That particular post has been viewed exponentially more than any other … glad to know snack cakes are so important!
Since early 2003 I have had a duck on a skateboard. Not a real duck you understand; that would be cruel as the only way I can think of to make it stay there would be to employ some kind of Monty Python style “nails through the feet” kind of tactic. No, of course I am referring to a plastic duck sat on a miniature skateboard.
The story of how this bedroom feature came to be requires me to don a Grampa Simpson style voice and to settle back in my chair. During my first year of university I was then a lowly Media Production student toying with the potential of my creativity (it didn’t get me very far). Fine fine summers morning we were presented with the task of creating a short film. Peter Andre had just re-realised “Mysterious Girl” and the radio stations could not get enough of it, driving everyone on campus insane (apart from those few girls that never left their teeny-bopper phase). Long story short, the media has always been a medium for people to complain about things they do not like. I do not like, approve or in any way condone Peter Andre (and do not get me started on Katie Price / Jordan / ugly big tits, knows how to control the media face), therefore the logical choice in my drink destroyed 18-year-old mind was to create a short film where I am driven insane by “Mysterious Girl”, predict the future and subsequently get killed but a duck. Enter Bert, a £3.99 (worth every penny) plastic mallard duck from Wilkinson’s who stared on location in Nottingham in a Western style showdown with myself… unfortunately I lost. The film was made and Bert was supplied with all the fake bread he could eat.I had grown attached and I couldn’t possibly throw Bert away, he had a name, he had earned me a rather respectable 2:1 on my project, he had to stay. I set him up in my room on the floor and through nothing much of it for the following two months.
I then acquired a miniature skateboard. The events around this story you will be glad to hear have been completely forgotten due to extreme alcohol abuse, but I awake one hazy, hung over morning to discover Bert perched upon it. I can only assume that in my drunken state I believed a duck on a skateboard would be one of the best things imaginable… after all I still think that now! It’s either that or Bert somehow came alive during the night and placed himself on it… which to be honest is a bit of a scary thought for anyone who has seen Mannequin (1987).
N.B. Steps altered and events embellished to the story more amusing.
So imagine my surprise when, six and a half years later, I glance down at Bert, smile and Google the two words: “duck skateboard” to find several entries referring to one Herbie the Skateboarding Duck:
... Herbie the Skateboarding Duck ...
Herbie has unfortunately passed on, but it would seem that due to an appearance on the BBC’s “Nationwide” programme in 1978, Herbie has a bit of a cult following, his program being aired again and again on various channels across the globe and even could be attributed to creating the “lighter side of the news” segments that we see parodied so often. Here’s to you Herbie.
Addition reading regarding Herbie can be found here, here, here and here and also by Googling Herbie the skateboarding Duck.
My Google searches also turned up this little gem who as far as I am aware, had no name… but he / she will be referenced non-the-less:
... fit that in your bath ...
So, after years of Bert’s companionship, it finally transpires that he has company in the duck skateboarding community and that productions teams in the media rarely do their research until it’s too late.
School today was damn happening, right all the way from 10 am in the morning during southeast asia lecture to social lecture in the late noon. Gonna talk about it one at a time. Alright, shall start off with SEA lecture, today’s lecture was about music identity in SEA and oh my! My professor was freaking cool! He danced in the lecture along with the melodious Thai music!! I forgot the name of that thai music, gonna refer back to my lecture notes (Like soon! since exams are in weeks time!) haha! HE danced! and Nicole took a short video, i’m gonna post it here once i got it from her!! Eveyone in the lect was like “WOOHOO!” and they clapped. hahahha.! SO FUN!
Right next was english tutorial. And today lesson marks the end of this module (of course, pray hard that i pass my exams lah, if not… choy!!!!) Got back our english test paper, was kinda satisifed. Actually, i really really think that tutor makes a big difference. Before getting back the paper, I have heard that some other classes actually did quite badly, but i reckon becos their tutor wasnt dedicated enough? Cos I really really must say that my tutor, Ms Pui, is really a dedicated one, she did alot of extra stuff for us, with her, we did more grammar editing exercises than any of the other classes and becos of her, i really really learnt alot of stuff! Stuff that I once thought that I was correct, but hell, i was wrong! Although, it’s really kinda a hard journey to start learning english like from the scratch for eleven weeks. But these efforts really paid off. I’ve learnt about better grammar usage such as what is verb form, word form, modal, auxiliary verb, conjunctions, parallelism error, Subject-verb agreement etc etc. I even know how to write my thesis statement in essays, not just english essay but others too. I have learnt about redundant prepostions, that all these while we kept saying “voice out”, which is wrong!!! “Voice” is already sufficient and of course many other more examples. And i realised often we thought “that” and “which” are similar but no. Sometimes, using “that” is wrong and “which” should be used instead, becos the information is non-defining… etc etc. ANd most importantly, I realised that what I have been doing in poly were totally wrong, my english then sucks to the core… Our notion of APA referencing back in poly were…. I wonder how did I survive thru my poly… It’s only now, then i know that even when u paraphrase, u stil have to put intext citation becos u are still using other ppl’s idea! of course direct quote would have a more stringent in text citation format… OMG. What am i blabbering about??? ANyway, this is my blog, so i just write whatever that comes into my mind now. All in all, I just dare not compare the language that I once used in poly to the one that I’m writing now. Although,mine is still considered not on par as to those who were once from JCs, I’m still glad becos I am conscious that my english has improved. I know u dont see it in my blog, cos apparently i wont be penalised by having grammatical mistake in my posts, so yah..that’s about it.
Moving on to social work lecture today. It’s also the final lecture, was glad to have some guest speakers who are none other than the graduating and graduated seniors and they shared some of their experiences to us. Lots of laughter, but it seems that it is really really tough to be a social worker. I’m still considering whether should I major in economics (I know ppl will encourage me to major in this cos this is the most practical choice), social work or southeast asia studies. These are my areas of interests and I’m really in a BIG DILEMMA.
So one of my.. professors passed out candy apples because well… we’re an awesome class like that xD
I think of her more as a HS teacher xD She’s way too chill, lol!
Anyways today was… okay. My mom is like… on and off. Whatever. I did clean around here and there though.
I actually cleaned around the TV so it looks all shiny and what not now xD Also swept… folded my fabric and what not.
doing hw at the moment.
Oh but the candy apple. It was the first time I had such thing xD I always thought they were messy… and I was right. lol!
But It was enjoyable.
Oh!! And PMX is sooooonnn count down time? lol. This Fridaaay. oh crap… this friday o.o;;
I didn’t get to get out of the house today so I’m kinda worried about last minute shopping for things.
Maybe Thursday then. For sures actually. Or Friday after class… hum.
Ah and Thanks to a photoshopping friend who made my deviantart icon finally!!! Its quite cute~
I should go into printing / I shouldn’t go into printing.
Help build up the family business / But I’m not getting an equity stake (a real sore point I might add)
It’s the most challenging thing I’ve ever done / You’ll hate it and you won’t be able to do it for the rest of your life
And worst of all, after essentially paying off my debts, I’m going back into debt to do a training program. I’m putting in a lot of investment for no equity.
But what do I do?
A good friend suggests that I teach. But I’m awkward in front of people. And much of my knowledge of economics has faded. Don’t even begin to ask me about math. Granted, these are all things that I could easily relearn. But it still makes me nervous.
Regardless, I have just a little less than a year before I can either begin the training program or begin a career teaching (i.e. the Fall of 2010.) What do I do until then? My family suggests I work with the person who runs my brother’s press to learn how it works. Of course I’m doing this for no pay, and I’m liquidating my 401(k) just to survive. The more I work with the press, the less appealing it is. On the other hand, the graphics end of the business does appeal. In fact it really fascinates me.
But a family business is not like a law firm that charges $185/hour for my time. Given how small the margins are, I’m amazed that the business survives at all, even with the high volume that we already have. They can’t pay me to sit around working on graphics all day. I will have to run the presses. And I am not mechanically inclined. The family keeps pushing me down this path. But I’m not convinced it’s the right one.
At the same time, I don’t have time to seek out other employment. My family monopolizes my time for the most part. And what little time I have left, I have to have a break. I’m not one of those people that can just keep going and going and going.
So I don’t know what to do. I’ll never be a corporate executive. I’ll never be a lawyer or an investment banker. I’ll never have a big house. For reasons I won’t discuss at the moment, I’ll never have a significant other. I’m considering moving to Panama for my retirement because it’s very inexpensive. I’d move there now if I could get a job there. Maybe I should look into it.
I’m just disappointed that I have all this education and nothing to show for it.
So yeah. I don’t feel like doing anything right now. Hell, I don’t even want to play games or watch anything, much less start on my homework. Wasn’t even that hungry at dinner; just ate for the sake of eating.
Just feeling restless like nothing else. I think some exercise is in order, but the fact that it’s almost 10 PM is stopping me from going out to run. Yargh. Looks like I’m going to be up till 7 in the morning again.
